Outside Zuijun Tower, the wind blows and the rain falls, while inside Zuijun Tower, it is as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhu Ping'an was holding a broken black wooden board and carrying a cloth bag across his shoulder. He was soaking wet and was dragged into Zuijunlou by the villagers like a drowned chicken.
At first glance, you can see talented men and beautiful women chasing and laughing in the building. Looking up, you can also see some beautifully dressed women sitting alone leaning on the railing or in groups of three or five, laughing and competing with each other. The girls' laughter and the sound of stringed instruments can be heard.
Zhu Ping'an, who looked like a drowned rat, seemed out of place in the building and extremely conspicuous.
"Oh, whose affectionate young man is this? He comes here in the wind and rain without even holding an umbrella."
"Hehe, that's a sentimental young master, but he's clearly a poor scholar..."
"You're so young and you're already here to play. I wonder if it's useful..."
The girls who were leaning on the railing on the upper floor and looking into the distance were the first to see Zhu Ping'an, who looked like a drowned rat. They could not help but wave their slender hands, pointing and talking, and finally they covered their red lips and let out a series of silver bell-like laughter.
The girl's laughter attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males looked at Zhu Ping'an who had just entered the house. Seeing his soaked-wet look, the black wooden board under his arm, and his simple clothes, they couldn't help but laugh. He dared to come to Zuijunlou like this, the money in his pocket was probably not enough for three glasses of wine! So, they stopped paying attention and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beauty in their arms.
The lights and wine were resplendent, and the air was filled with a decadent atmosphere.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head gently and followed the villagers' pull up the stairs. The villagers seemed quite anxious and did not even give Zhu Ping'an a chance to catch his breath or squeeze the water off his clothes after entering the building. They directly pulled Zhu Ping'an upstairs.
There is a different world upstairs, the decoration is more romantic, the women upstairs are much more beautiful than those downstairs, and the men upstairs are much more tasteful than those downstairs.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he heard a tearful call from a distance:
"Zi'er, my family has a fine horse that can run a thousand miles. Your uncle has been waiting for you."
Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw his uncle squeezed out from a group of people in luxurious clothes. After seeing him, his uncle was delighted and opened his arms with unprecedented enthusiasm.
Well
The disaster is bound to be serious.
This was Zhu Ping'an's first feeling. It was not groundless. Every time his uncle showed his enthusiasm, it was always accompanied by bad luck. My family has a good horse? Are you speaking from your conscience? Have you forgotten the words of experience that you always say
"Brother Wang, thank you for your help." The uncle walked quickly over, came in front of Zhu Ping'an and the villagers, and bowed deeply to them.
Behind my uncle was a fellow villager and his fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they all looked like they had seen a savior.
"Since you are here, then write this poem. Don't pollute the eyes of our female schoolmaster with any messy poems."
"That's right, our female schoolmaster is not someone that everyone can see..."
"He boasted about his recent success in the imperial examination and brought our female schoolmaster here. The poem he wrote with great effort is so disgusting..."
There was a commotion in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over and surrounded Zhu Ping'an and his uncle and others to the group of people dressed in luxurious clothes. Most of these people dressed in luxurious clothes were scholars and young masters of wealthy families or merchants who were keen on this art. There were also some familiar faces, and some of them were vaguely seen at the Jingxian Poetry Meeting.
This group of people gathered around a high platform, on which sat a young girl in elegant clothes, with her face covered by a veil, but her eyes revealed were captivating. The girl's temperament was as elegant as ink, and under her slender hands was a guqin, which gave people a sense of temptation as she was half-concealed.
Is this the female schoolmaster that everyone is talking about? Zhu Ping'an just glanced at her casually and paid no more attention to her. He just looked at the desk in front of everyone, on which were writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. In a corner of the desk, there were several pieces of scented rice paper with poems written on them scattered around. You can vaguely see the words written by his uncle on the top: The schoolmaster girl is so beautiful, like a fairy from heaven who has come down to earth.
Well
Uncle’s poems are really good... ... they are good.
From the chattering and urging of the onlookers, Zhu Ping'an also understood the whole story.
It turned out that after the results of the provincial examination were announced yesterday, my uncle and others were upset, so they came here to drink some wine and hold hands to relieve their depression. They had originally invited a girl they had known for a while to accompany them, and it would have been nice to have some laughter and a few drinks. Unexpectedly, this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the most popular courtesan in Zuijunlou, opened her doors to welcome guests once a month.
Scholars, students, and young masters from noble families all came forward, wanting to catch a glimpse of her beauty and kiss her. Although the courtesan Mo'er only played the piano and chatted when she opened the door to welcome guests, it was still exciting and excited. The rich spent money like water, and the talented composed poems on the spot just to get a chance to be with the courtesan Mo'er.
The courtesan Mo'er was well-known for her talent, as can be seen from her stage name, Mo'er. People admired and followed her and called her "female schoolmaster". She always wore a veil when greeting guests, without exception. However, this stimulated the curiosity of males and made her very popular for a time.
Uncle and others also gathered over and saw Mo'er wearing a veil. Their hormones suddenly rose up. She was so beautiful with the veil, and if she took off the veil, she would be as beautiful as a fairy.
So the uncle, who had drunk a few glasses of wine, became excited. He had no money, but he was talented. After all, he was much more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew. So in order to overshadow these students, the uncle shouted that his talents far surpassed Zhu Ping'an, who had won the first place in the list posted today. He boasted that he and his friends could write a poem that would make the female schoolmaster willingly take off her veil.
The courtesan Mo'er always wore a veil to greet guests, without exception. Everyone had long wanted to see her true appearance, and after hearing the uncle's bold words, they all agreed.
"OK."
The courtesan Mo'er's sweet laugh added fuel to the fire.
My uncle wrote a poem, and not only did the "female schoolmaster" and the courtesan Mo'er not buy it, even the onlookers didn't buy it. What level is this? He dared to say that his talent was better than that of the first place in the prefecture today.
"I can't drink much, and I'm not strong enough, but what I said is true. The top scorer in the prefectural exam today, Zhu Ping'an, is my nephew. I only taught him for a short time after reviewing my lessons, and my nephew got the top scorer. If I weren't a student and didn't have to take part in the county and prefectural exams, I'm afraid my nephew wouldn't have such a blessing." The uncle was not at all afraid of the sighs of the crowd. He sat high up at the table and talked eloquently, with quite the air of a famous scholar.
What the uncle was talking about just now was all of us. We also pulled a few people from the same village on board. Everyone wanted to see the true appearance of the courtesan Mo'er very much. It was rare that the courtesan had spoken today, so they had to seize the opportunity and asked the villagers to write poems. The result was the same. The villagers also followed the uncle's example and said they were too drunk.
But everyone refused to agree. Mo Er finally spoke up, thinking that the opportunity was not to be missed, and he refused to give in to his uncle and the others.
Uncle and others racked their brains to come up with a few more poems, but it only made people laugh. They were urged by everyone to the point of being unable to save face. Everyone, with their hormones running high, began to make personal attacks. The students and scholars humiliated Kaoshan Town and even Huaining County.
People don't agree
Uncle and others are in a difficult situation
So, Zhu Ping'an was pushed out by his uncle and others.