"is her?"
Lu Qiaoqiao was taken aback. Because of the dispute over the oiran, she naturally knew the famous colleagues in Qing'an Prefecture, and even had a general understanding of the other party's strengths and weaknesses. In fact, everyone with such information I have a copy in my hand.
Therefore, she has always cared about Zeng Zuimo, a very threatening opponent.
This kind of attention gradually diminished when she realized that she did not participate in any invited banquets and did not seem to have the intention of competing for the crown, and she put all her energy on Liu Yiyi.
However, they still dare not underestimate her in their hearts, because they all know very well that the other party is the most unstable factor in this oiran competition.
Therefore, seeing Zeng Zuimo on an occasion like tonight, Lu Qiaoqiao would naturally think more.
Did she change her mind and decide to fight again in the last days
Missing the best time, this hope is already very slim, unless...
Lu Qiaoqiao was not the only one who had such thoughts, Liu Yiyi also did not expect that Zeng Zuimo, who had never attended this kind of banquet, would actually come over tonight, and after going up to say a few words, she felt uneasy for no reason.
After Liu Yiyi left, Zeng Zuimo looked around and found that all the quiet places in the garden were occupied by people, so he dragged Xiao Cui to a relatively secluded table, intending to sit down for a while and say goodbye directly. Completed the task assigned to him by the bustard.
"Over there... it seems to be a drunken ink girl?"
"Didn't she never participate in this kind of occasion? How could it be—it really is her!"
"It's been a while since I've seen Miss Zuimo. It's been said that she doesn't want to fight for the crown prince. Could it be that the rumors are wrong, but even if she wants to fight, it's too late, right?"
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Although Zeng Zuimo seldom appeared in front of people these days, the accumulated popularity did not fade so easily. On the contrary, because of the recent silence, more people paid attention to her tonight.
"Unexpectedly, Miss Zui Mo is here too." Looking at it from afar, Yang Yanzhou had a look of surprise on his face.
Wan Qiliang was concerned about other things, and said: "It's just right, after hearing what Yanzhou said just now, I also want to buy a painting from Miss Zuimo, I don't know if she will look at Yanzhou's face, Dozens of taels of silver will be reduced or exempted, after all, my younger brother is not as rich as Brother Yanzhou."
A few people laughed and talked, and walked over there.
Naturally, Zeng Zuimo didn't know what was going on in the minds of those people in the distance. Looking at Xiao Cui beside him who was still frowning, he finally couldn't bear to make her worry any longer, so he whispered a few words in his ear.
"Ah?" Xiao Cui was startled, and then a gleam of joy appeared on her face, "Miss, is what you said true, we will..."
"Shh, keep your voice down." Zeng Zuimo made a silent gesture to her, and this news cannot be announced for the time being.
"Hee hee, I see." The worry on Xiao Cui's face disappeared. Since the young lady has already redeemed her body, what's the use of arguing for the oiran? Wherever the young lady goes, she will go, and there will be no need to worry about it anymore. up.
Suddenly thought of another thing, said: "By the way, Miss, Xiao Cui has something for you."
Although the lady no longer needs the item, Xiaocui still intends to give it to her. As for whether she wants to keep it or let herself return it, that is the lady's own business.
"What?" Zeng Zuimo was puzzled, but after Xiaocui touched her bosom, her face changed, and she immediately became flustered.
"Oops, miss, I lost that thing!"
Xiaocui stood up in a panic, and when she was about to search along the way she came, she suddenly saw a thin booklet lying there a few steps ahead, and she breathed a long sigh of relief. When she was about to run to pick it up, a pair of slender hands appeared in her sight.
"I dropped this just now." Watching a woman pick up the booklet, Xiao Cui hurried over and said.
"Oh, what you said is yours is yours. Is there any proof?" The woman gave Xiaocui a casual look, and flipped through the pages casually.
"give me back!"
When Xiaocui was about to reach out to grab it, she was pushed by the maid beside the woman, took a few steps back, and almost fell down.
"Whose maid is this, so unruly!" The maid glared at Xiao Cui and stood in front of the woman.
The woman naturally recognized that the girl in front of her was the maid who was once drunk by the top Qing Dynasty official in Qunyu Courtyard. If it wasn't for this, with her identity, she wouldn't argue with a little maid.
But who made her the servant girl of Zeng Zuimo
In the oiran selection last year, a young man who had always favored her turned to support Zeng Zuimo at the last moment, making her lose the oiran. In this line of work, stealing someone's job is like killing one's parents. She has remembered this grudge to this day .
The feng shui turns, this year she already has the position of oiran, and the other party - the woman sneered in her heart, does she still have a chance to come back
Opening the booklet in her hand, the look of sarcasm on her face was even worse. Did she think that with a few broken poems, she could save the defeat
He casually read the poem on the first page, "There are beauties in the north, peerless and independent. Once you look at the city of Qingren, then you look at the country of Qingren. Rather don't know the city and the country, beautiful women are hard to come by..."
After reading it, the sarcasm on his face disappeared, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.
However, even if a famous prostitute does not have the ability to appreciate poetry, how can he not have the ability to appreciate it? Although the style of this little poem describing a beautiful woman is irregular, there is neither gorgeous rhetoric nor detailed description, and the language is simple and monotonous, but—but why? , the image of an alluring beauty has already appeared in her mind
"Dare to ask Miss Hu, can I let Yang have a look at this poem?" A voice came from behind, and Yang Yanzhou strode over, looked at her and asked.
"Yang, Mr. Yang." Hu Ning'er looked at Yang Yanzhou, not knowing how to speak.
This booklet was just picked up on the ground by her just now, how could she know who wrote this poem
"Miss Hu, can you allow Yang to look at this thing?" Yang Yanzhou pointed to the book in her hand again and said.
Hu Ning'er nodded in a daze, and handed over the book in her hand. Yang Yanzhou is the head of all the talents in Qing'an Prefecture, she is not something she can offend.
""Song of Beauty"... I never imagined that there are still people who can write Yuefu poems like this. I don't know who the genius who wrote this poem is. Can you introduce me to Yang?" Yang Yanzhou looked at Hu Ning'er with a look of admiration on his face and asked road.
"This poem is for our lady." Following the arrival of Yang Yanzhou and Lu Qiaoqiao, the crowd gradually gathered towards this side, and Xiao Cui's voice was blocked from the crowd.
Hu Ning'er's complexion changed a few times, and she suddenly smiled, and said: "To be honest, this poem was given to Ning'er by a young master, and that young master specifically told him not to reveal his identity, and I ask Mr. Yang not to reveal his identity." Strange."
There was just the right amount of apology on her face, as if there was something really unspeakable, and no one would blame her if she saw it.
This "Beauty Poem" is completely different from those obscene songs. There is no description in the whole article, which gives people unlimited room for imagination. The thoughts of the beauty in the poem, if this poem can be publicized from Yang Yanzhou's mouth, her reputation will definitely be greatly improved.
"Zeng Zuimo, I will reluctantly accept this gift." Hu Ning'er murmured in her heart, and the smile on her face became even brighter.
"Alluring the city and the country? How beautiful is this woman!"
"The legendary beauty Baosi is nothing more than that!"
"I just listened to a few lines of the poem, and I am so eager to see the beauty in the poem. In the next few days, the threshold of the Jinfeng Tower will probably be broken through!"
"Miss Ning'er's oiran is probably stable. If the Jinfeng Tower pours in some more resources, I think I can compete for the leader!"
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Hearing everyone's remarks, Hu Ning'er's heart burst into laughter. Tonight's surprise was too huge for her.
At this moment, I saw Yang Yanzhou turn a page, and the next moment, a suspicious voice came over: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon. If we don't meet in the Qunyu Courtyard, we will meet under the moon in Yaotai." Feng—but I don’t know when Miss Ning’er transferred from Jinfeng Tower to Qunyu Court?”
"Jade Court?"
The expression on Hu Ning'er's face froze.