0218. Oiran Competition (2)

Bai Xuan, who was on the side, had roughly reacted. She looked embarrassed and said, "What should we do? Someone wants to deliberately embarrass Hua'er? No wonder the previous celebrity scoring session had such a result... This... Alas, it's all my fault, Hua'er, it's all my fault. If I hadn't asked you to participate in the Oiran Competition before, there wouldn't have been so many twists and turns. Maybe by now, you would have successfully deregistered your citizenship and stayed and flew with Mr. Li. Now... …well."

She blamed herself.

Li Mu couldn't help but take a high look at this mamasang.

It's still a bit humane. What I didn't expect at first was that it wasn't that Hua Xiangrong would harm Wen Shengzhai's interests if there were too many oirans, but that she was thinking about Hua Xiangrong's safety... It can be seen that she still really cares about Hua Xiangrong. Think of her as your own sister.

Zheng Cunjian felt powerless for a moment.

"How about I go back and ask the prefect to come forward..." In fact, he was not sure.

At this time, the maid Xiner also became anxious.

Hua Xiangrong didn't speak. She didn't want to put too much pressure on Li Mu, let alone embarrass him. She just gently held Li Mu's arm with both hands. Even if she died, she would never bow to other men again.

Li Mu laughed and said, "Why are everyone looking like this? It's not like the sky is falling. Besides, even if it is falling, I will let it grow back."

To be honest, for Earthling Li Mu, the so-called deportation is just a formality. He wants to take Hua Xiangrong and leave, who dares to stop him?

Bai Xuan thought for a while and said: "Master Li, why don't you take Hua'er away now? Before the Oiran competition is over, those people will definitely not be able to react. When you leave the city, the sky is vast and the rivers and lakes are vast. Even if you are a prince of the empire, looking for you is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The maid Xiner's eyes lit up and she said: "Yes, yes, now is an opportunity. Mr. Li, you take the young lady away, and I will stay and cooperate with Bai's mother to confuse them. If the people from the Jiaofang Department see me here, they will definitely not I would have thought that the lady has already left." With Li Mu's strength, it was easy for him to take a person out of Chang'an City without anyone noticing.

"No, how can I leave you..." Hua Xiangrong said anxiously. In her mind, Xin'er is a maid in name, but in fact, she is just like a biological sister. How can she be willing to leave Xin'er here? Moreover, it is conceivable that once Jiaofangsi discovers the truth, Xin'er's fate will be worse than death.

Li Mu said angrily and amusingly: "Don't come up with blind ideas. You can go anywhere. If you want to go, you have to take the oiran and beat up the bad guys before you leave."

"But..." Bai Xuan lacked confidence.

"Nothing is wrong." Li Mu was confident: "This oiran is destined to be a flower. Not everything in this world is in the hands of the so-called upper-class dignitaries. The great leader Mao... Chairman Education After us, the people are the drivers of the wheel of history.”

Hua Xiangrong: "?"

Bai Xuan: "?"

Zheng Cunjian: "?"

Xin'er: "?"

hair. host. Who is the seat?

This name sounds weird.

However, Li Mu's confidence really infected them.

"Go back, do whatever you have to do." Li Mu waved his hand and sent Zheng Cunjian and Bai Xuan away.

Li Mu, Hua Xiangrong and Xin'er were the only three people left in the tent.

"If a fight breaks out tonight, Hua'er, just protect Xin'er, and leave the rest to me." Li Mu planned ahead and made some arrangements. He had an intuition that something big would happen tonight.

Hua Xiangrong nodded in agreement.

"Master, is it dangerous?" Xin'er asked, blinking. She was still worried about Hua Xiangrong.

Li Mu said: "Yes, it is very dangerous...it is not dangerous for the enemy."

Xin'er then grimaced.

How long has this been going on? Why is Master Li still so careless?

Li Mu stopped teasing her and turned around to tell Hua Xiangrong some things. He gave her instructions on how to defend and counterattack when she encounters a master. The most important thing is of course to be invincible first. The application of shield method is especially important. Then, he gave Hua Xiangrong some disposable consumable Taoist artifacts that had been refined in the past few days, and told her how to use them.

"You specialize in Taoism, and your true combat power is definitely beyond your own imagination. Tonight may be an opportunity for you to verify what you have learned." Li Mu was full of confidence in Hua Xiangrong and said: "When the time comes, you will find out how vulnerable those so-called famous masters and strong men are in front of you."

Hua Xiangrong nodded obediently and listened carefully.

In fact, she has no interest in killing people.

However, she could detect that Brother Mu was actually deliberately cultivating her ability in this area. As long as it was Brother Mu's wish, she was willing to realize it, whether she liked it or not.

After Li Mu told him everything, he sighed inwardly when he saw Hua Xiangrong's innocent and trusting eyes. He didn't know whether he was helping a girl as pure as water by training her towards a Dharma god who could move the wind and rain. She was still harming her. Once she embarked on the path of cultivation, there would be no peace and drizzle, but it would always be a bloody storm.

But if Hua Xiangrong is to grow into a helper for him in the future, these experiences now are inevitable.

Li Mu is still a little selfish in his heart.

After doing all this, Li Mu closed his eyes and practiced in the open hood, using his innate skills to adjust his condition.

After a stick of incense, Bai Xuan came in again and said: "It's the last stage of poetry evaluation. I wonder if Mr. Li has prepared poems for Hua'er?" If Hua Xiangrong can turn over and become the oiran tonight? If there is a chance, this is the last level. If Li Mu can write a thousand-year poem that resonates with everyone on the scene, he can change the results of the second round of celebrity scoring and win the championship.

After all, in front of a truly thousand-year-old poem that can shake people's hearts, those celebrities have to consider their own reputation and dare not succumb to the powerful. Otherwise, their face and glory will be forever with this thousand-year poem. Nailed to the pillar of shame.

However, how can it be so easy to write a thousand-year-old poem?

As far as Li Mu's three previous poems are concerned, [Inscription on a Humble Room], [Poetry on a Beauty] and [Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Faces] are all amazing, but they can only be regarded as century-old poems. Among them, [Poetry of a Beauty] may be It is a higher level than the ordinary century-old poems, but it has not yet reached the standard of thousand-year poems.

So when Bai Xuan came in to ask, she was hopeful, but not too hopeful.

"Oh? Forget about that." Li Mu slapped his forehead. He was thinking about other things before, and he really forgot about copying poems, uh, no, writing poems.

Bai Xuan suddenly felt despair again.

"I'll write now." Li Mu stood up with a smile. The maid Xiner had arranged the table. Li Mu put the pen in front of the table and said to himself: "Well, what should I write?"

He looked up and saw the bright moonlight shining in from the patio at the top of the tent. He suddenly remembered that before, when Hua Xiangrong danced alluringly on the main stage, the moonlight in the sky shone on her body. At that moment, this white girl The fairy seemed to be flying away in the wind and transforming into an immortal. The brilliance of the moon shone on her alone.

Yes.

Li Mu's eyes lit up and he started writing on the paper.

Bai Xuan no longer had much hope in her heart, but she treated a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so she waited aside and watched Li Mu write poetry. However, as she watched, her eyes suddenly lit up, and then because of excitement, His whole body trembled.

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On the main stage, more than a dozen poems have been hung.

They are all written by talented scribes from all walks of life for the famous prostitutes they support, or they are poems that some famous prostitutes have worked hard to obtain for themselves. They are regarded as a last ditch effort. The poems enhance the beauty, and the beauties use the poems to become famous. , this has always been a tradition. In the previous Oiran Competition, there was a famous courtesan who did not perform well during the performance due to nervousness and ranked last. However, she was very lucky to get a song for her by the contemporary Wen Zongbin. The poem he wrote made a desperate counterattack and finally won the first prize in one fell swoop.

It can be seen that poetry plays a role in the oiran selection competition.

Every time a poem is hung, a dedicated person will read it aloud, and through some loudspeaker magician formations, it will be transmitted to the entire Liufang Street for everyone to comment and appreciate.

For many literary talents, the Oiran Competition is also an opportunity to become famous. Maybe a poem can be written and become famous all over the world.

In the VIP seats in front of the main stage, dozens of so-called ‘professionals’ were commenting on the poems that had been hung.

"This poem by Si Yuhua is my first recommendation... The complex strings are playing the smoke, and the long sleeves are turned back to the luan. Both pairs match the rhythm, and it is like looking in a mirror... It simply brings to life the beauty of Si Yuhua's sleeve dance. ." A middle-aged scribe shook his head and praised.

This sentence has been agreed by many people.

Because this poem is indeed well written, and it can be called a masterpiece among the several poems posted before.

"That's not necessarily the case. This poem describing Fufeng, Xue Rui, Xue and everyone is also eye-catching... Haha, the distant mountains have long eyebrows and thin willow waists. After putting on makeup, the spring breeze makes a smile, and the wind returns. When I was in the city, I talked about the brothel road. I saw the flowers in Yingchuan everywhere, but they are not as good as Xue Rui... Especially this sentence, a smile costs a lot of money, can be called a quatrain." Tie Zhan, the dean of Hanshan Academy, is also one of the critics, Very appreciated.

The famous prostitute Xue Rui caused a sensation after she came to Chang'an City, and her temporary residence was at Hanshan Academy, so Tie Zhan supported Xue Rui, which was expected by many people.

However, I have to admit that this poem written for Xue Rui is indeed extremely brilliant. If you look carefully, it is still better than Si Yuhua's poem.