The moon is shy and the flowers are resentful, the fish is sinking and the wild goose is sad, the beautiful woman has many bad fates, and the history of history is full of romance.
Looking at the girls in the main hall, their smiles were full of smiles without the sorrow and resentment of the ancient beauty, which immediately made Yang Fan feel very high-spirited.
Although I have never seen the ancient Xi Shi, I imagine that the looks of these women will not be much different.
Unexpectedly, he single-handedly changed the fate of such a large group of people, and the trajectory of history has been changed unknowingly.
If we follow the original history, except for Wu Meiniang who became the emperor, everyone else will also be subject to the curse of a beautiful woman.
Since history can be changed, Yang Fan certainly will not allow those around him to suffer another bad fate.
It's just a poem, so why not? My heart suddenly became full of pride: "Sister Shi Yun begs me, how can I refuse? As long as you like it, just go and participate. It's just that the article is made by nature, and it can be obtained by chance, as a brother."
I can guarantee whether I can write the words that Sister Shiyun needs."
After all, I am just a literary copywriter, and I have many excellent poems in my mind, but I really can’t guarantee that I can copy one that fits the situation.
"Thank you, Brother Yang..." Xiao Shiyun was deeply moved.
Next to her, Cheng Yuzhu waved her little fist and said excitedly: "With Brother Yang's poems, I believe sister Shiyun will definitely win the first place. Then we sisters will go together to support her."
Wu Meiniang and others also nodded slightly and chatted non-stop. It was obvious that they had formed a united front, and even Li Xueyan also joined it.
However, Yang Fan was a little dumbfounded and said with a wry smile: "I am not organizing this Shangyuan song and dance competition. How can I say whoever comes first will get the first place? Aren't you kidding me?"
I think too highly of myself. It’s not a big problem to write the first poem. I have a lot in my mind.
But it would be difficult to win the first place. Could it be possible that I would go to that Shangyuan Song and Dance Competition to sponsor hundreds of thousands of coins, and then play a trick of unspoken rules to determine the champion?
Throughout the ages, oiran contests and beauty pageants have never been pure competitions.
The mastermind behind the scenes and operating these things behind the scenes are not new to later generations. Chinese people have been playing this trick since ancient times. What a thief!
It is simply a fantasy that a good poem can definitely win the first place.
However, with Xiao Shiyun's profound skills and a cheating person like himself, there is still a good chance of being ranked first.
It seems that this time the Pomeranian smiled carefully and carefully.
I couldn't help but feel sad, and in the end I became the person I hated most.
Is this what others said, licking the dog will give you everything you want in the end. Fortunately, you can have it without licking it.
Seeing Yang Fan nodding in agreement, the girls jumped for joy.
The time has come to noon, and it’s time to eat.
In ancient times, the female relatives usually ate at separate tables, so Wu Meiniang naturally brought the girls to the backyard.
Yang Fan ordered the kitchen to prepare ingredients and set up a large table in the hall. The mandarin duck hot pot was steaming.
Fang Yiai, Yuchi Baolin, these two are just idiots. Before they even started eating, these two idiots came to the door, and almost all the tables were filled.
Li Jinghuan, Cheng Chumo, Du He, Fang Yiai, Yuchi Baolin...
A group of young people rolled up their arms and sleeves around the hot pot, waiting to feast. It was obviously a big gathering of the second generation of nobles.
Looking at this group of second-generation people, Yang Fan could only ask Shi Ran to get the wine.
These two bastards simply have no time to drink or have sex.
When Yang Fan walked in with a wine jar, Li Jinghuan said: "Brother Yishan, I will make this mandarin duck hot pot for so-and-so tomorrow. So-and-so's father was talking about it a few days ago. There are also imitations in the West Market, but it's still you.
It’s authentic in my house, I’ll send someone over with the money in a moment.”
Only then did Yang Fan realize that the Yuanyang Pot seemed to have only been given to Cheng Chumo. Although others had imitations on the market, they certainly could not be compared with the stainless steel ones.
Yang Fan smiled and said: "It's just a pot. Brother, I don't need your two dollars. If you want it, sign up quickly and don't wait until late. Besides, brother Jinghuan, you still have a dividend left in a certain house!"
Of course Fang Yiai and the others were not polite and asked for it one after another.
Cheng Chumo joked: "A certain person's dividends were confiscated by his father. Now brother Jinghuan is a rich man. When I see Jinghuan someday, I should go to Piaoxiang Courtyard to treat him to a nice meal. I want the best girl to accompany him and sing songs. No."
reject!"
Li Jinghuan was now rich and powerful. He patted his chest and said with a smile: "Of course there is no problem. If you have enough food and wine, you can take care of the girl."
But when Yuchi Baolin saw Yang Fan put the wine jar on the table and opened the seal, a strong aroma of wine filled the air, she suddenly wondered: "What kind of wine is this? It smells so good? It seems that I have never drunk it before?"
This was Yuchi Baolin's first time coming to Yang Fan's house for a drink, and of course she had never done so before.
Yang Fan chuckled and said proudly: "This wine is called Maotai. During the Spring Festival, I want to let you bumpkins know what good wine is. I'm not boasting. If you want to drink this kind of wine, only my family can have it!"
As he said this, he carried the wine jar and poured wine into the wine bowls in front of everyone. He only poured a shallow amount into the bottom of the bowl, but did not fill it up.
Yuchi Baolin smelled the strong aroma of wine and shouted: "Brother, you are too stingy. You are celebrating the New Year. How can you drink so much?"
Yang Fan smiled and shook his head: "You guys try it first!"
Just kidding, Moutai is over 50% alcohol and is easy to drink, but it’s easy to get drunk without realizing it.
Although it is not as strong as Erguotou, it is not bad in strength and is more than a little stronger than the undistilled wine of the Tang Dynasty.
Yuchi Baolin had a good drinker, so she didn't believe Yang Fan's words. She picked up the wine bowl, raised her head, and drank all the wine in one go.
"hiss……"
Yuchi Baolin's face turned red instantly, like a fire burning in her belly. It took a long time before she took a deep breath, but her teeth and cheeks were fragrant and her aftertaste was long.
“Good wine!”
Yuchi Baolin gave a big praise.
Everyone was a good drinker. They smiled at each other and raised their bowls to drink.
This wine is mellow and refreshing, without a trace of sourness. It is certainly enjoyable to drink.
These people are all young men as young as calves. They are usually full of energy, but they are strictly controlled by their families. Now they are free to have fun.
After drinking for three rounds, Yuchi Baolin hugged the wine jar and sighed: "Such a beautiful wine, it is the fairy wine in the world, but now all the brothers are prosperous, with a certain exception!"
It can be said that, relying on her father's status and being an only child, compared with people like Du He, Yuchi Baolin's status is a veritable top second generation!
But compared with Du He and the others a few months ago, the gap is unbelievable, as if they were cheating and soared into the sky.
There is a basis for saying you look old at the age of three!
It turned out that these second generation people knew everything about them and knew exactly how capable they were.
Although everyone has potential, there must be a limit to cheating, right?
The reason for everything is the young Minister of Rites, Yang Fan.
After several cups of horse piss, Yuchi Baolin revealed her inner anguish.
Yang Fan smiled slightly and teased: "How about I take you with me to fly together?"