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Ye Fan was stunned, and then smirked: "Xiaoxue, what are you asking about? I told you all about it, I forgot..."
Su Qingxue blinked and said, "Presumably, the woman whom your husband can admire, shouldn't be easy. I'll find out later..."
"My princess, why do you always think about Qing'er, aren't you jealous?" Ye Fan hurriedly smiled.
Su Qingxue glanced at the man, reached out and picked up the flask, and poured Ye Fan a glass of wine.
"The husband should drink and watch the dance, the concubine is not so stingy..."
As he was talking, the women on the stage had already begun to change into all kinds of tricks.
A group of five people went to all directions, showing their unique dance styles, some charming, some playful, some elegant, and different styles.
Many of the literati and ink guests at the scene had already looked straight.
In particular, some poor literati have no chance to see so many beautiful women on weekdays, and some of them are already blushing.
Many women on this stage winked at these literati and took the initiative to tease them.
Especially where Su Huashan was seated, there were countless winks.
However, Su Huashan was calm and relaxed, smiling, enjoying the dance, as if no one could disturb his state of mind.
This elegant and easygoing made some literati on the scene secretly admire him.
A pair of slightly pitiful, slightly resentful eyes projected from the dancing girl and fell on Ye Fan's body.
Ye Fan actually felt it, but he pretended not to pay attention. After all, Gu Qing was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and Ye Fan knew that this woman was pretending at all!
However, although Gu Qing's eyes did not cause Ye Fan's reaction, Su Qingxue noticed it.
"Husband... That woman is so beautiful, and she has been watching you all the time, is she the Qinger?" Su Qingxue asked.
"Is there? I haven't seen it, my princess is so beautiful, I can't tolerate other women anymore," Ye Fan said solemnly.
"My husband will always make fun of his concubine..." Su Qingxue was helpless, but began to observe Gu Qing carefully.
Finally, after the performance of a song was finished, the dance also stopped.
More than fifty women who participated in the Oiran Contest took out a beautiful flower brand from their bodies and walked around the stage before thanking Li and walking down.
Seeing the famous brand, Su Qingxue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she smiled: "Sure enough, she is Qing'er, husband... This woman seems to be obsessed with you."
Ye Fan smiled stiffly: "Nothing, drinking... drinking..."
Toasting, Ye Fan drank it all in one fell swoop.
He had only drunk this wine yesterday. It was a thousand days drunk. It seems that Lin Lang Shihui is indeed of good grade, and can actually use this expensive drink.
"Big brother, be drunk for a thousand days and drink less. Later you will have to write poetry. Although wine can add to the fun, you can't be greedy," Ye Wanqing reminded.
"What poems do you have? Just come to join in the fun..." Ye Fan waved his hand straight.
He has a very clear goal tonight, he will leave after watching the show, and then the Oiran Contest has nothing to do with him, so he will pass safely.
Ye Wanqing pursed her mouth and looked upset, but she couldn't help it with Ye Fan.
At this time, Zhang Taifu stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, today I will be together again at the Linlang Poetry Club, and I will give you a drink..."
Hundreds of people in the audience stood up, joined King Qi, and drank with Taifu Zhang, "Thank Taifu..."
After Zhang Shengjing finished the wine, he didn't talk too much nonsense, and said directly: "Among you, some of you have been to the poetry club several times, and some have been here for the first time this year.
But the rules of the poetry club are clearly written on the invitation, and everyone should be familiar with it.
The old courageous, let's come up with the first theme of the poem tonight, that is... With the dance piece just now! "
As soon as this remark came out, at least half of the people on the scene fell into confusion.
"Dance music? What kind of music is that?"
"Is this the subject of dance music?"
Just as everyone was guessing, a voice said loudly: "The song just now was called'Thousands of Love', which was composed by the composer Zhang Huo more than 1,300 years ago.
The story is about a woman who misses Airo in the distance, although it is euphemistic and beautiful, but in fact it is deeply affectionate and quite touching...
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p; Presumably the title of Mr. Zhang Taifu should be "Men and Women Lovesickness"..."
"Haha...deserves to be the number one talent in the imperial city, what the fan said is exactly what the painting fan said," Zhang Sheng smiled and nodded.
The audience suddenly came out of surprise again, expressing their appreciation for Su Huafan's knowledge and understanding. Although many people have heard it, it is a self-confidence that Su Huafan is the first to say it.
After the topic was revealed, a waiter holding a lottery walked up to Taifu Zhang.
Taifu Zhang stretched out his hand, took out a name tag at random, and read it out: "Feisha City, Baili Qingtian... Hehe, it seems that he is a talented person from the Baili family. For the first question, you are the first to write a poem!"
In the second row, a man wearing a black brocade robe stood up and arched his hands, "Bai Li Qingtian, I have seen all the teachers and friends... If you are showing your ugliness, then use lovesickness as your lyrics..."
Baili Qingtian groaned slightly, and immediately chanted confidently: "The elders are endless, drink a drink in the dark and cold evening. The joy is endless before the noise. The old son is still in the long bed..."
As he read, Ye Danqing in the audience and several other writers who recorded were in Xun Ji. Everyone would write a version, fearing that they might miss the wrong writing.
They recorded the poems and sent them directly to a group of respected literati and masters to evaluate and give each talent a final score.
After saying the word, applause suddenly sounded at the scene, and many people applauded.
As soon as Baili Qingtian took his seat, a talented man in front of him stood up again.
"Xiaosheng comes from Dazheng College, with a surname of 6, and a single name with Xin..."
Many people at the scene shouted in exclamation...
"It turned out to be 6 Xin from Dazheng Academy? No wonder you can sit in the first row!"
"I heard that he is the first poet of Dazheng Academy, but he came from a little poor, otherwise he can compete with Su Huafan..."
6 Xin is neither overbearing nor overbearing. After a moment of indulgence, he also began to recite poems...
"They are all run by Ugly Mu, and when Can La sees you. Finally, Fang Qi is drinking, and the fishermen's tears are invincible..."
After reading a poem, there were bursts of applause at the scene.
Ye Fan was drinking wine. He was a little dumbfounded when he heard these applauses. It seemed to sound very ordinary. How did these people feel better
After passing a few people in a row, it reached Ye Fan's position.
After a while, the audience's attention was extremely concentrated. Everyone had long been expecting Ye Mingma, who has been the most popular lately, how good he is, and want to see is believable.
Including Zhang Taifu and Qi Wang, they are also looking forward to it with great interest.
Ye Fan was a little puzzled, "This... why did this reach me? Everyone has to do it?"
There was a burst of laughter at the scene, and some people shook their heads helplessly.
"Ye Fuma, did you fail to read the rules of the poem meeting on the invitation?" Zhang Taifu asked with a smile.
Ye Fan shook his head, "No..."
"Big Brother... You really didn't watch it!? I thought you were optimistic about it," Ye Wanqing quickly explained to Ye Fan in a low voice.
It turned out that in addition to the first person, the Linlang Poetry Club was decided by drawing lots. The next order was to give priority to the first row of the most famous talents of the year.
After the first row of rounds is over, go to the back rounds.
After the talented person is given his turn, he has two choices, either to make his poems quickly, or to punish himself for three cups!
Generally speaking, those who can sit in the first row can't even write a poem. Even if the preparation time is shorter than other talents, they won't be fined.
"Ye Luma, the rules are like this, please let everyone appreciate your work..." said Zhang Taifu with a smile.
"Oh I got it".
Ye Fan nodded, now he understood.
Just as everyone was looking forward to it, they planned to appraise Ye Fan’s strength...
Suddenly, Ye Fan took the wine glasses of Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing, and then the three wine glasses were filled directly!
"Gudong Gudong... Gudong Gudong... Gudong Gudong..."
After three cups of drunk for a thousand days, Ye Fan wiped his mouth and sighed with enjoyment, "Ah...Three cups of self-punishment! I'm done! Next one!"
The audience was silent. Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing didn't know what to say, they knew that Ye Fan didn't want to write poems, but they didn't expect to resist to such a degree!
Other talents are even speechless. The well-informed Zhang Taifu is also a little irritated at this moment, and can't say a word for a long time.