At this time, the crowd in the hall was excited. Some self-proclaimed talents could still maintain their grace, but the bosses who were obviously nouveau riche behaved very badly. Some slapped the table to express their excitement, some whistled without temperament, and some even
Some were more sensible and took out a large pile of banknotes from their arms and waved them at Mother Wang. - There are all kinds of things in life.
Our fat brother is still very polite. He doesn't shout or yell. He just stares at the girl Yanran with dull eyes, but his hands are tightly grasping the girl's breasts in his arms.
It reached the girl's chest in his arms.
Fang Zheng reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Miss Yanran. Since she is not mine, it is better not to worry about it. Then Fang Zheng slapped the fat man on the shoulder hard, and there was a "swish" sound, and the fat man's saliva retracted into his mouth.
Yes, it’s so dangerous!
Fang Zheng looked at him with disdain and whispered in his ear: "Fat man, can you be more reserved? You are a prince, have you never seen a woman?"
There are so many concubines, side concubines, concubines, etc. in the fat man’s family. How come he still acts like he has never seen a woman in his eight lifetimes?
The fat man looked away with difficulty, and the other party said with a smile: "Brother Fang, this girl is really beautiful and beautiful, and she will captivate the whole country. Tonight, Brother Fang, you will use all your means to get into her boudoir. You must not let anyone else take the lead!"
"
Fang Zheng has no interest. What's the use of being beautiful? Being able to knock him down is the best thing. What's the point of entering her boudoir and just listening to her play a piece of music?
The fat man waved the little girl in his arms to retreat, then lowered his voice in Fang Zheng's ear and said, "Brother Fang, tell the truth, are you satisfied with this girl's appearance?"
With such stunning beauty, it would be too hypocritical to say that she is dissatisfied. Even Fang Zheng would despise himself.
Fang Zheng nodded involuntarily and praised sincerely: "What a good cabbage!"
Seeing Fang Zheng nod, the fat man said excitedly: "That's good. Brother Fang and I have known each other for so long, and we have been through adversities together, but we haven't given you any gifts to express my love for you, Brother Fang. Today I will redeem this girl."
, how about giving her to Brother Fang?"
Fang Zheng was shocked when he heard this. This gift was really quite generous. With the fat man's financial resources and power, Fang Zheng had no doubt that he could do it. However, with such a beauty, why didn't the fat man take it into his room?
This girl gave it to him?
Seeing Fang Zheng looking at him doubtfully, the fat man said with a bad smile: "I see that someone is already twenty-nine years old and has not yet been married. Otherwise, how could such a stunning beauty get your turn? It is said that, hey, someone's reputation is already bad.
Now that I'm on the street, no serious family is willing to marry their daughter to him. Tsk, I'm really curious, how do you do it with such a prestigious reputation? How much hard work does it take to have people willingly call you 'Fang Tai Sui' behind your back?
Such efforts..."
When did this kid speak so disrespectfully? Fang Zheng touched his nose angrily, glared hard at the fat man, and said nothing.
Turning his head to look at the beautiful girl who looked like the moon in the stars, Fang Zheng swallowed his saliva quietly. No normal man would reject such a stunning beauty. So what if she is a disaster? She is just a woman, so what?
Are you afraid that she will turn the world upside down? Temptation, huge temptation, do you want this woman or not?
After a long while, Fang Zheng finally shook his head and decided to reject the fat man's kindness. Beautiful things can only be found by the virtuous, and "virtue" is something that Young Master Fang is somewhat lacking...
"Fat man, let it go. I can't bear it." Even though I was determined to refuse, my heart was still sour. What a good cabbage, and I don't know which pig will take over it in the future.
"Brother Fang, are you not sick?" The fat man looked at Fang Zheng's thin figure strangely, and asked curiously: "Is it possible that you... can't do it?"
"Fart! This young master is very powerful. There is a professor under the bed, and a beast on the bed. The ten women in the night are not a problem, and the golden gun is not enough for you to do nothing!" It was about a man's dignity, Fang Zheng got up angrily.
The fat man rolled his eyes at him and curled his lips and said: "That's alright, women are not raised high, but are used to be pushed by men. Of course, men can be pushed as well. Brother Fang, don't say more.
, just leave everything to me.”
Why is this fat guy so enthusiastic about pimping people?
While Fang Zheng and the fat man were talking, Miss Yanran was already standing in the middle of the hall. Without saying a word, she lightly smiled and glanced at the talented people and rich people in front of her. Fang Zheng took a closer look and found that although the beauty's face was
He smiled, but there was no smile at all in his eyes. Instead, he looked down with a bit of disdain and contempt on the self-proclaimed talents and rich people in front of him, as if he stood out from the crowd.
At this time, the maid standing next to Miss Yanran stood up and said crisply: "Tonight Miss Yanran will ask a question, and if there is a correct answer, Miss Yanran will perform a solo for him, and all the talented people will be invited to listen to the question."
There was a commotion in the crowd, and the talented people were excited and eager to try. The wealthy people were calm and calm, waiting leisurely for the talented people to be defeated, and then they would appear on the stage.
Another maid came out with a wooden tray in her hand. There was a piece of paper lying quietly on the tray. The maid twirled the paper and glanced at it, saying: "Miss Yanran's question tonight is a couplet. I ask the talented people to read the second couplet. Listen carefully."
Already."
Alas, as expected, it's a couplet again. Why don't these ancient people have a little innovative spirit? Just make a couplet when you have something to do, and you can't pursue something noble? Even if you compete with each other and tell dirty jokes, it will be enough.
Ah. Who would still want to read my book if I keep engaging in these ridiculous plots?
The fat man was overjoyed when he heard this. He patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother Fang, your strong point is pairing. This girl is definitely yours."
Fang Zheng looked at him speechlessly. Why does he think this is my strength? Just because of the phrase "the brothel is overwhelming"?
At this time, the talented people in the hall could no longer hold back, and they all had expressions of eagerness to try. Even the fat man couldn't help but raise his ears, wanting to hear what kind of questions this stunning beauty would give to test everyone.
Zheng watched coldly, but with no interest: it was clearly a group of male animals competing to win the favor of the female and achieve their own mating purposes. Is it interesting?
Fang Zheng even regrets sitting in this hall now. Why should I join in the fun? Just ask a fan to hold him in his arms and touch him, and then book a private room for him. It's much better than the current scene. Look.
You can't touch it, and you are looked down upon by beautiful women with disdain, but everyone is flocking to it for fear of falling behind. Do men have a base nature in their bones?
The maid paused and said crisply: "Miss Yanran's first couplet is: 'Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Flow, Wangjiang Tower Wangjiang Flow, Jiang Tower Eternal, River Flow Eternal.'"
Everyone heard the clouds and mountains shrouded in mist, and they were a little dizzy from the "Jiang Lou Jiang Liu". At this time, the people in the hall were divided into three groups. The talented people frowned and thought, trying to figure out this couplet in order to enter.
I got a heartfelt confession from Miss Yanran’s boudoir.
This is not the case for the wealthy faction. They look at the talented people with joy on their faces. Mother Wang once said that if no one gets the answer, only the one with the highest bid will get it. Of course the rich people are not as good as the talented people, but if no one can get it right, they will
If there is a chance to use money to break open the door of Miss Yanran's room, no matter who it is, they will be willing to give it a try.
There are also matters that have nothing to do with their own faction. They are a type of people who have neither talent nor wealth. No matter how noisy the hall is, they will remain still, holding the girl in their arms and eating tofu. It is obvious that Miss Yanran is a distant dream to them.
An unattainable dream, so they resigned themselves to not even looking at it, and just ate from their own bowls. Such people are the wisest and most helpless. They have no choice but to choose wisely. - If a person has
In order to compete for capital, there are many ideas. For example, these talented people and rich people in front of them have talent or money. This is their capital, and they think they have the ability to give it a try.
Fang Zheng feels that he should be regarded as the third type of person, because he is very responsible and never desires things that do not belong to him. Some things may be available for a while, but if he does not have the ability to protect them, they are destined to be lost.
——For example, this girl Yanran, whose beauty and talent made her famous in the capital, was redeemed by Fang Zheng, a merchant son with no virtue, no official, no title and no title.
I'm afraid the issue of his house's tiles happens several times every day.
Besides, Fang Zheng doesn't have the competitiveness. In terms of wealth, he only has more than two thousand taels of silver that he got from the fat man. If he competes with those rich people for this amount of money, I'm afraid he will be killed in one round.
, talking about talent... Well, it seems to have gone too far, let me bring it back.
After the maid asked the question, she stepped back. Mother Wang stood up and said with a smile: "Masters, Miss Yanran has asked a question today. Please think carefully before answering, because no one has been able to answer it for a long time."
The question was asked by Miss Yanran, so the rules have changed a little bit. If no one can match tonight, I would be really sorry, so I have to ask everyone to bid, and the one with the highest bid can also enter Miss Yanran's boudoir."
When Mrs. Wang said this, Fang Zheng clearly saw that although Miss Yanran was still smiling, a bit of humiliation and unwillingness flashed quickly in her eyes. A beautiful and talented girl was standing on the stage like an auction item.
Buying and selling, the boudoir, which is regarded as a forbidden area for men, has become a bet for everyone to compete for, and everyone will feel humiliated. Fate is unfair to her, but unfortunately she has no ability to resist, and can only go with the flow. The title of oiran, for women, is
It is said that it is not an honor worth showing off, it is branded with the mark of "life and pleasure". Perhaps in a few years, the oiran in front of me will be no different from those secret prostitutes standing on the street soliciting customers.
, trapped in the dust, this is their fate..
After Mother Wang said those words, the hall was in an uproar. The talented people were unconvinced and loudly accused Mother Wang of being full of copper odor and using money to taint Miss Yanran. The accusations were accusations, and then their faces were full of shame. After all, Miss Yanran was born.
No one has answered the question for so long, which really puts these so-called Jiangnan talents to shame.
The rich people seemed to have been informed in advance by Mother Wang, so they didn't have much reaction when they heard this announcement, but their eyes were full of teasing. So what if you are talented? If I have money, I will still make you give way.
Miss Yanran was still smiling numbly, her eyes filled with desolation and despair. So what if the oiran was outstanding in talent, beautiful in the country, and unsullied in the mud, she would not be able to escape this day. No matter who won, it would not matter to her.
It's important. A promiscuous woman will naturally have the destiny of a promiscuous woman. This cannot be changed.
The fat man was shaking his head and reciting the first couplet: "Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Flow, Wangjiang Tower Wangjiang Flow, Jiang Tower Eternal, River Flow Eternal." He paused, then smiled and said: "Is this a couplet?
Why do I pronounce it like a tongue twister? Isn’t this Miss Yanran trying to trick us on purpose? Who can figure out such a long first couplet?”
Fang Zheng was embarrassed to say that he was right. It was a bit immodest. In fact, he had heard of this first couplet before, and it was said that countless descendants had been right about it over the past hundred years. Fortunately, Fang Zheng still remembered the second couplet,
Although the artistic conception may be quite different, it is still better than these talented people who frown and think hard but still get nothing?
Although he doesn't really want to enter her boudoir, Fang Zheng doesn't mind showing off his literary talent. Cheating feels really good. It can give him a sense of intellectual superiority. The most important thing is that there is no proctor to catch him here.
Current situation. Just like a thief who steals something without being discovered - do you think this thief is happy?
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but smile. The life in time travel is so beautiful.
At this time, the noise in the hall has passed and it is extremely quiet. The talented people are thinking, and the rich are drinking tea in their leisure time, waiting for the talented people to exit sadly, and they will appear on the stage to show off their strong financial resources.
I have to say that Young Master Fang's laughter was too sudden and out of place. In this quiet hall, it was like a thunder on the ground. By the time he reacted, it was already too late to regret it, and everyone was surprised.
Staring at him made Fang Zheng feel a little guilty...
The fat man didn't care what other people's reactions were. He laughed and patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother Fang is really talented. He figured it out so quickly."
Everyone was in an uproar, and the quiet hall began to become commotion. Everyone stared at Fang Zheng and Fatty with hatred in their eyes. Fatty unconsciously pulled Fang Zheng and said loudly: "Brother Fang, hurry up and say the second line,
Besides you, who else can enter the beautiful boudoir?"
This sentence completely aroused people's anger, and the whole hall exploded. They expressed their anger in their own way, and some scolded Fang Zheng for being arrogant and arrogant. Who knows, Master Fang didn't even say a word.
.Some others waved the banknotes in their hands angrily, looking at the gesture as if they were trying to avoid the truth and wanted to compete with Fang Zheng in terms of money.
Miss Yanran's expression was a bit shocked. In her opinion, no one could match her eternal absoluteness. But Mrs. Wang had a look of regret and annoyance. Fang Zheng also knew what she was thinking. If no one could match her,
She must have made a lot of money tonight. Those rich people were holding banknotes in their hands and eagerly waiting for them to be delivered to their doorsteps. Unexpectedly, they were messed up by Young Master Fang. I think the most disappointed person in the whole hall was
she.
Unintentionally becoming the center of attention, Fang Zheng felt a little shy. He deeply felt that no matter how low-key he was, he was as bright and outstanding as a firefly in the dark...
Fang Zheng cleared his throat, scratched his head and said, "Well, let all the talented men deal with you first. If you can't stand up to me, come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Fang Zheng with contempt, including the fat man. Several talented people even emotionally rebuked him for going too far. That's what it is like to have prejudices against people. Look, Fang Zheng was just humble in the first place.
All of a sudden, in their eyes, they became bullies, deliberately trying to make them look bad.
Fang Zheng had no choice but to say: "Then you're welcome, everyone, listen up, the second line I am correcting is 'Yingyue Well, Yingyue Ying, Yingyue Well Yingyue Yingyue, Yuejing Ten Thousand Years, Moon Shadow Ten Thousand Years.'... So what?
, the artistic conception is a bit off, but it’s still right, right?”
His face felt hot, and he could tell without touching it that it must be red. Although cheating felt very good, taking other people's things and forcibly putting his own name on them still made Fang Zheng feel a little ashamed, even though in this era it was not
No one knew that he plagiarized, but he could not bear the torture of morality and conscience. Everyone knew that Master Fang was a gentleman and advocated persuading others with virtue.
It's really strange, why no one applauds? If you don't applaud, you can just curse a few words, but what's the matter if there is no response? Fang Zheng looked around dissatisfied, and saw the talented people chanting his second line in a low voice, and then became dejected.
Talking about the hypocrisy of scholars, among so many so-called talents, not one of them could even say a word of praise while remaining graceful. They all looked like their wives had been robbed, and they were just listening to a piece of music. Is that all that matters?
Of course the rich people didn't understand this, but when they saw that the talented people had shut up, they could only reluctantly admit that he was right.
But Miss Yanran was staring at Fang Zheng with great interest, her bright eyes flashing. Did she fall in love with me? Fang Zheng straightened his waist unconsciously, feeling a little proud. He looked in the mirror.
Shi Fangzheng knew that he had the capital to be favored by the girl, but unfortunately he was right.
Girl Yanran turned her head and whispered something to the maid next to her, then looked around and turned around to leave. From the time she appeared to the time she left, she never said a word to these talented and wealthy people. How cool.
The fat man patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said with emotion: "I have known Brother Fang for so long, and I still think you are inscrutable. I admire you deeply. Today, Brother Fang has taken the lead with his true skills, so he can teach others."
I have nothing to say." After saying that, he looked around with a sneer, facing the envious and unwilling eyes of everyone, and his pride was palpable.
Fang Zheng was a little confused, what are you so proud of? It's not you who will enter the boudoir later.
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It's a little late. You can't blame me. I just had a seizure and couldn't get in.