The wind and rain are blowing outside Zuijun Tower, but the inside of Zuijun Tower is as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhu Ping'an was dragged into Zuijun Tower by the villagers with a piece of broken black board under his arm and a cloth bag slung across his body. He was wet all over and looked like a drowned rat.
At first glance, I saw the talented and beautiful ladies chasing and laughing in the building. Looking up, I could also see some pretty women sitting upstairs leaning on the railings alone or in groups laughing and competing, accompanied by the laughter of my daughter’s family.
The sound of strings and bamboos reached my ears.
Zhu Ping'an, who was like a drowned rat, looked out of place with everything in the building and was extremely conspicuous.
"Hey, whose passionate young master is this? He came here in the wind and rain without holding an umbrella."
"Grrrr, that's a sentimental young master, he's obviously a poor scholar who has fallen into disrepair..."
"You come here to play at such a young age. I don't know if it's useful or not..."
The daughter's family upstairs, who was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, was the first to see Zhu Ping'an, who was like a drowned rat. They couldn't help but wave their slender hands and point around. Finally, they covered their red lips and let out a series of laughter like silver bells.
The laughter of the daughter's family attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males glanced at the newly entered Zhu Ping'an. Seeing his drowned rat appearance, the black wooden board under his arm, and his simple clothes, they couldn't help but feel...
He let out a laugh, and he dared to come to Zuijun Tower like this. He probably didn't even have enough money in his pocket to drink three glasses of wine! So he stopped paying attention and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beautiful woman in his arms.
The place is full of feasting and feasting, exuding a rotten atmosphere.
Zhu Pingan gently shook his head, and followed the villagers' pull upstairs. The villagers seemed quite anxious. Once they entered the building, they did not allow Zhu Pingan to take a breath and squeeze the water on his clothes, and then directly pulled Zhu Pingan upstairs.
Run up.
The upstairs is a unique place, the decoration is more sentimental, the women upstairs are much more beautiful than those downstairs, and the men upstairs are also more tasteful than those downstairs.
As soon as Zhu Pingan went upstairs, he heard a tearful call coming from a distance:
"Xie'er, my family has a great horse, and my uncle has been waiting for you to come."
When I looked up, I saw my uncle squeezing his way out of a group of luxuriously dressed people. He saw Zhu Ping'an with a happy face and open hands, showing unprecedented enthusiasm.
Well
The disaster must be serious.
This is Zhu Ping'an's first feeling. This is not groundless. Every time my uncle's enthusiasm is always accompanied by bad luck. My family has a great horse? Are you speaking with your conscience, forgetting the long experience you always talk about?
Did you say that?
"Brother Wang, I'm sorry." The uncle walked quickly, walked up to Zhu Ping'an and the villagers, and bowed deeply to the villagers.
Behind the uncle was a fellow countryman and the uncle's fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they looked like they had seen a savior.
"Now that you're here, I'll compose this poem, but don't taint the eyes of our girls' schoolmaster with any more messy verses."
"That's right, not everyone can see our girls' school secretary..."
"The one who boasted about his ability to pass the government case attracted our girls' school secretary, but the verses he racked his brains about were slanderous..."
There was a commotion in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over and gathered Zhu Ping'an, his uncle, and others among the group of richly dressed people. Most of these richly dressed people were scholars and young men from wealthy families who were keen on this.
The young master of the merchant family also has some familiar faces, and he has met a few of them at the Jingxian Poetry Party.
This group of people gathered around a high platform, and sitting on the high platform was an elegantly dressed girl. The girl's face was covered with a piece of tulle. Although it blocked half of her face, the face exposed outside the tulle was enough to make people crazy. The show
She has dark eyebrows, a pair of eyes that can attract people's hearts even with a casual blink, and her temperament is extremely outstanding.
There was a guqin in front of the girl. Her delicate hands were placed on the qin but she did not pluck the strings. Even though she was sitting quietly beside the qin, it still gave people a feeling of elegance and ink.
Is this the girl's school book that everyone said? Zhu Ping'an just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. He just looked at the desk in front of everyone. There were pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it, which were messy in the corner of the desk.
There are several pieces of incense rice paper with poems written on them, and it is vaguely visible that the uncle's words are on the top: The school girl is so charming, the fairy from heaven comes down to earth.
Well
Uncle's poems are really good...it's okay.
Zhu Pingan also understood the ins and outs of the matter from the rushing voices of the onlookers.
It turned out that after the results of the government examination were released yesterday, the uncle and others were stimulated, so they met here to have a drink and hold hands to soothe the depression in their hearts. I originally called my sister, who had been familiar with each other some time ago, to accompany me, and they laughed happily.
It's good to have a glass of wine, but I didn't expect that this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the famous courtesan of Zuijun Tower, opened her doors to welcome guests once a month.
Scholars, students, and young masters from noble families all came forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of their beauty and have a kiss. Although the oiran Mo'er opened the door to greet the guests, she only played the piano and chatted, but even so, the crowd was excited and angry.
The rich spent money like water, and the talented ones wrote poems and lyrics on the spot just to get the chance to get along with the courtesan Mo'er.
Oiran Mo'er has a reputation for talent, as can be seen from her stage name Mo'er. People admire and admire her and call her the "girls' school girl". She always wears a veil when welcoming guests, and there is no exception, but it is even more stimulating to Chongxiong.
Sexual curiosity was a hit.
The uncle and others also gathered around. When they saw Mo'er wearing a veil, her hormones suddenly came up. She was so beautiful wearing a veil. If she took off the veil, she would be as gorgeous as a fairy.
So after drinking a few glasses of wine, the uncle got excited. He had no money, but he was talented. He was much more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew, so in order to outshine these students and scholars, the uncle
Then he screamed and said that he and others were far more talented than Zhu Ping'an, who was ranked first on the list today, and boasted that a poem written by him and others would surely make the girl's school secretary willingly take off her veil.
The oiran Mo'er always wears a veil to welcome guests, without exception. Everyone has long wanted to see his true appearance, and after hearing the uncle's heroic words, they all agreed.
"OK."
Oiran Mo'er's sweet smile only added fuel to the fire.
The uncle wrote a poem, let alone Mo'er, the courtesan from the "girls' school". Even the onlookers didn't buy it. What kind of level is this? He dared to say that his talent was better than that of the head of today's government.
"I'm too drunk and my strength is weak, but what I said is true. Zhu Ping'an, the head of the case today, is my nephew. I only taught him for a while while studying, and my nephew took the exam as the head of the case.
If I hadn't been a child and didn't have to take the county examination, I'm afraid my nephew wouldn't have been so lucky." Under the sighs of everyone, the uncle was not afraid at all. He sat high away from the case and talked, quite like a famous person.
.
What the uncle was talking about just now was all of us, and he pulled several people from the same village on board the boat. Everyone wanted to see the true face of Mo'er, the oiran. The oiran spoke up today, and he couldn't miss the opportunity, so he asked the countrymen and others to write poems.
The result was the same, the villagers also imitated the uncle and blamed him for being too drunk.
Everyone refused to comply, and Mo'er spoke reluctantly. He couldn't miss the opportunity and refused to comply with the uncle and others.
The uncle and others racked their brains and came up with a few more poems, but they only made people laugh. They were urged by the crowd and couldn't get off the stage. Everyone with high hormones began to attack him personally. The students and scholars humiliated Guoshan Town and even Huaining County.
Everyone refuses to obey
Uncle and others can't get off stage
As a result, Zhu Pingan was pushed out by his uncle and others.