I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 92 The Battle of the Oiran
Qianying on the stage came and went one by one. Wei Changtian watched and listened to Yang Liushi explaining the way.

For example, the share of the reward, and for example, the rights and obligations after the oiran is rated, and so on.

Generally speaking, it is similar to the live broadcast industry in the previous life.

If you make money, it is equivalent to the government of the live broadcast platform taking a part, which is equivalent to the various brothels of the guild taking another part. In the end, only [-]% or [-]% will fall into the hands of the "anchor".

Wei Changtian did a rough calculation, and the flowers he saw from the girls added up to more than [-] flowers after he came, which is more than [-] taels of silver.

According to this situation, it is probably not a problem for the government to make tens of thousands of taels overnight.

Thinking of the thin county magistrate who was far away in Zhongling County, who couldn't even collect the money to fight bandits, Wei Changtian couldn't help but sigh.

The world is really big, and ten miles are different.

……

The flower review list continues.

Since being told by Yang Liushi that "Even if you get multiple embroidered handkerchiefs, you can't sleep with several girls at the same time."

Although the flower girls are all charming and lovely, but Yingying Yanyan will be aesthetically fatigued after watching too much.

After all, these women are a lot worse than Yang Liushi in all aspects.

This kind of feeling can be said to be a bit of literature and art - pearls and jade are in the front, and tiles are difficult to hold.

To put it poetically, it is called - once the sea is difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud.

To put it simply - this is it?
This means that Yang Liushi cannot come to power, otherwise he will be killed directly.

"...Miss Xiangling, there are thirty-seven flowers in total! Twenty-two on the hundred flowers list!"

Another woman came down on the stage, and the Guigong who counted the votes shouted and placed the small wooden plaque with the word "Xiangling" on the corresponding position on the flower list, while those ranked below her collectively retreated one place. .

For example, the Yumeng girl dropped from fifty-three to fifty-four at this time.

There is also a real-time ranking...

Wei Changtian took a sip of tea and turned to look at Liang Zhen.

The two men looked at each other and saw that the latter was a little anxious.

Although these women are good, they obviously can't get into Liang Zhen's eyes.

Wei Changtian had met Liang Zhen's wife, Liang Qin's biological mother.

If nothing else, just the size is enough to look down on Qunfang.

The more the two of them looked, the more boring they became, but at this moment, there was a burst of extremely enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Miss Su Yu is here!"

"The branches and leaves help Su, Jieyu is beautiful! It's Fairy Suyu!!"

"This leg, this waist... reward!!"

In just an instant, dozens of peony flowers were thrown onto the stage one after another, and there was a sound of registration from the servants under the stage.

"Yonglong is on the line, shopkeeper Liu, reward Su Yu with three peony!"

"Duan's family, Duan Long's son, reward Su Yu with two peonies!"

"Lushan layman, Song Zhengming, reward Su Yu with a peony!"

"..."

This was the first time Wei Changtian had seen a talent who had just come on stage and received a flower viewing, so he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at the girl Su Yu.

A pleated skirt with scattered flowers and misty green grass, a light blue green smoky gauze, a hollow gold hairpin slanted on the head, and decorated with dots of ruby.

The appearance and temperament are indeed first-class, especially the thin waist, which makes it easy for people to guess in their hearts whether they can withstand some strenuous exercise.

But the truth is alive. At this time, Wei Changtian did not have the kind of amazement he had when he first saw Yang Liushi.

Because this one is really not as good as Yang Liushi, at most he is at the same level as Lu Jingyao, barely able to be better than Liang Qin.

"The slave family thanked all the young masters."

Standing in the pile of flowers, Su Yu gently bowed her knees and saluted, her gentle eyes swept over the person throwing flowers one by one: "But there are still sisters waiting behind, or the slave family should draw lots to present their art first."

"Just let them wait! We're going to see you!"

Someone shouted loudly, which immediately caused bursts of echoes.

"It's very, very good! The position of the oiran is none other than Miss Su Yu! It doesn't matter whether others are comparable or not!"

"Everyone, don't argue with me! I even brought the house deed! Miss Su Yu must be mine tonight!"

"Humph! Young Master Peng is so loud!"

"..."

Hearing all kinds of messy voices, Su Yu ignored it, just smiled and put her little hand into the wooden box of the lottery, and quickly took out a small note.

There was a turtle who took the note and glanced at it, and immediately shouted loudly:

"Girl Su Yu won...painting! Portraits!"

As the name suggests, the requirement for this topic is to paint on the spot.

Compared with other inspection projects, "painting" should be the most difficult item, but Su Yu did not show the slightest worry or panic, obviously very confident in her painting skills.

On the stage, there are already little servants and maids who have prepared pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other items, and since it is a portrait, of course there must be a model.

All the spectators scrambled to put on various poses that they thought were the most unrestrained and romantic, hoping to be fortunate enough to be favored by Su Yu and become the person in the painting written by the fairy.

However, after Su Yu's beautiful eyes wandered for a while, her gaze stopped on Wei Changtian who was drinking tea with Erlang's legs crossed.

"This boy..."

The red lips parted lightly, and the crisp voice entered the ear: "I wonder if the slave family can watch you paint?"

If you want to paint, just say you want to paint me, but you have to change such an ambiguous statement...

Wei Changtian sighed in his heart that he was too handsome to keep a low profile, and then shook his head solemnly.

"No."

"..."

There was a sudden silence in the embroidered building, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Wei Changtian, as if they were looking at a big fool.

Some people think that his brain is not good, some people think that his eyes are not good, and some people think that his hard-to-play tricks are too bad.

However, Wei Changtian, regardless of what others thought, continued to drink tea by himself after he refused, as if he didn't care about the matter.

Fortunately, Su Yu was considered to have seen the big world, but she was stunned for a moment, then immediately saluted and apologized:
"It's the slave family that was abrupt, I hope you don't blame the young master."

"It's okay."

Wei Changtian waved his hand and ignored her, and Su Yu also knew that it might be inappropriate to find another man at this time, and she meant to use others as alternates.

After thinking about it for a while, she simply asked someone to bring a bronze mirror and said softly to the audience: "Since you are painting portraits, why don't the slave family paint yourself."

paint yourself?
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the words, and they loudly agreed:
"That's a good idea!"

"Beauty draws beauty in the mirror! Wonderful!"

"Hahaha, if this matter gets out, it will be a good story!"

"..."

Seeing that most people agreed, and that painting herself was not against the rules, Su Yu smiled softly, and soon began to paint on rice paper while looking in the mirror.

Such a scene of "beautiful self-painting" is indeed fresh enough, and for a while, countless peonies fell on the stage.

However, no matter how much others throw it, it is doomed to be futile, because Su Yu was already appointed by Liang Zhen tonight.

"Master Liang, you can throw away as many peonies as you want. The money to buy the flowers is all covered by the lower officials!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, the fat county magistrate summoned a few servants with flower baskets, and their faces were full of ingratiating expressions.

Of course, as the "sponsor" of this flower review list, Anyi County Government definitely doesn't need to pay for a few peony flowers. The reason why he said this is just to let Liang Zhen have more affection.

"Master Chen, I don't understand this either."

Liang Zhen felt like a mirror in his heart, but he still had to put on a dress for face.

"However, this girl Su Yu's painting skills are indeed superb, and she deserves a reward or two. As for how much..."

He looked at a few servants and asked, "How many flowers are there in all of your flower baskets?"

"Master Hui, there are more than a hundred flowers."

"Um……"

Liang Zhen nodded: "If that's the case, then throw it all away!"

"This……"

A few servants were dumbfounded for a moment, but the fat magistrate responded quickly enough, and immediately urged: "I didn't hear what Mr. Liang said? What are you still doing?!"

"Yes Yes……"

The servants did not dare to resist the order, and immediately ran to the side of the stage, and then shook the flower basket up in front of everyone's eyes...

More than a hundred large peonies scattered all over the sky, as if a rain of flowers had fallen.

Everyone in the entire embroidery building was stunned, and even Su Yu stopped painting and turned back in surprise with her mouth open.

"Shuzhou, Mr. Liang, reward Su Yu girl with one hundred and eight peonies!"

According to the situation before the flower evaluation list, it is a lot for one person to enjoy five flowers.

Even if Su Yu is the most powerful contender for the oiran, the one who currently has the most has only rewarded [-] flowers.

Also divided four times.

After all, one more reward means one more name, which is equivalent to one more face.

But now Liang Zhen has directly increased this record by five times as soon as he makes a move!
One hundred and eight flowers, [-] taels of silver!
Many people here have this wealth, but no one would spend so much money to sleep with a woman.

What's more, only one night's sleep.

After a short silence, there was a burst of surprise and discussion in the embroidered building, most of which were discussing the origin of this big man who had to be accompanied by the county magistrate.

Liang Zhen didn't care about this, and still sat there calmly.

Anyway, as long as the fat county magistrate didn't say it, no one would recognize him as the general soldier of Shuzhou.

Even if the matter does spread in the future, it won't hurt, at most it will be written by the lady who stayed in the capital to ridicule a few words.

Wei Changtian looked at Liang Zhen's calm and composed appearance, thinking that this is probably the "internal account" of the live broadcast platform, and he wondered if any idiot above would jump out and "swipe right".

And it seems to be to prove that there are people who "don't die for face" in any age. Before he thought about it, he saw a few more servants holding flower baskets and went straight to the stage, almost the same way. All the peonies were scattered. null.

"Anyi Peng's family, Peng Benzhi's son, reward Su Yu with a hundred and twenty peonies!"

"Wow!"

There was another uproar under the stage, and everyone's eyes were focused on a young man dressed in white.

However, compared to Liang Zhen's calmness, this Young Master Peng was obviously trying to force a smile, and his face was even a little pale.

Wei Changtian didn't know how powerful the Peng family was, but someone in the embroidered building knew.

"Peng's family? It's the one who does the cloth business? I remember that his family's business is not that big..."

"Hey, didn't you listen to Mr. Peng just now? He secretly brought all the house deeds from the house this time, and vowed to enter the curtain of Miss Su Yu tonight."

"This...the Peng family's patriarch will be mad when he finds out about this?"

"Who knows..."

Everyone whispered, looking at Peng Benzhi with no admiration, even disdain.

At this time, Peng Benzhi couldn't care about what other people thought of him. He stared at Liang Zhen with a pair of eyes that seemed a little angry, but also seemed to have a hint of begging.

He was exhausted, not only using the money to buy goods in the business, but even squeezing out a few houses at home.

If Liang Zhen raises the price again...

"Master Liang, would you like to give a few more flowers?"

The fat county magistrate glanced at Peng Benzhi from afar, then turned his head and flattered Liang Zhen: "According to the lower official's opinion... it's better to get the number of [-] directly."

"Well, that's according to what Lord Chen said."

Liang Zhen nodded indifferently, and soon several servants threw baskets of peonies on the stage for the third time in Peng Benzhi's desperate eyes.

Everyone was numb to this, and Su Yu held up the brush in a daze, not knowing what to say at this time.

"Shuzhou, Mr. Liang, reward Su Yu girl with ninety-two peonies!"

Two hundred flowers, ten thousand taels of silver, one thousand gold!

"Puff~"

Accompanied by these shouts, the originally graceful young man in white suddenly slumped to the ground.

Someone around him kindly helped him up, and when he got closer, he heard Peng Benzhi's mouth trembling and muttering something.

"Money, money...I can still collect money..."

"Miss Su Yu must be mine tonight...it must be mine..."

……

The flower review list continued in a rather eerie atmosphere.

Although Peng Benzhi said that he could still collect the money, he actually didn't move. He just sat at the table as if he had lost his soul, and his appearance was very miserable.

It may be due to the influence of this "competition for the list", the second half of Su Yu's self-portrait has obviously dropped in level, but overall it is still a good work. It is not difficult to see that she is indeed capable.

As for how many peonies she got in total in the end... Four hundred and seventy-six, the fault topped the list.

"Thank you for viewing the flowers."

"Thank you, Mr. Liang, thank... Young Master Peng."

Su Yu glanced at Peng Benzhi, who was still not a ghost or a ghost, and sighed and stepped off the stage.

And the following girls also knew that they had no chance, so they all took the initiative to shorten the stage time, and completed all the "races" in less than a quarter of an hour.

The ownership of the oiran has been very clear, and now there is only one last process left before the end of the entire "flower evaluation list" - picking flowers.

A large flower group gathered with hundreds of flowers was sent to the stage, and the highest point was the peony known as the king of flowers.

Su Yu needs to choose a man to come to the stage to pluck the peonies for her, which not only means that she has the name of the oiran, but also means that she has chosen her "first night" after becoming the oiran.

The old bustard, who was the guest "host", beeped a few words of nonsense such as "Quanfang Jingyan Peony is the leader", and the re-dressed beauty also appeared again.

Wearing a red dress and mopping the floor, the wide hem is embroidered with gorgeous and complex patterns, her long hair is twisted into a bun, the jade hairpin is loosely tied up, and a golden step is inserted on it.

Compared with the elegant and elegant dress just now, Su Yu's current outfit is almost like a bride to be married.

"Suck it~"

There was a sound of drooling in the embroidery building, and the old bustard deliberately waited for everyone to watch it for a while before saying with a smile: "Miss Su Yu, hurry up and point out the person you like!"

"Yes."

Su Yu lowered her head and slowly turned her body towards Liang Zhen's direction.

This result was expected.

Although there is no express rule that you must choose the person with the most rewards, since people spend the most money, if you don't let them sleep, it's too much to say.

"Master Liang..."

Su Yu on the stage had already spoken, and Liang Zhen also sat up slightly.

But at this moment, someone walked up to Peng Benzhi who was about to faint, and suddenly shouted:
"Miss Su Yu! Hold on!"

"Ok?"

The sudden change instantly attracted everyone's attention, and soon someone recognized who was speaking.

"Song Zhengming? Song everyone?"

"What? This is Song Zhengming, a lay Buddhist from Mount Lu?"

"You can't go wrong! I happened to meet him when he was lecturing in Luzhou City a few months ago!"

"But what is he doing?"

"..."

This Song Zhengming seemed to be quite famous in Luzhou, but no one knew why he suddenly interrupted Su Yu.

"Young Master Peng..."

Song Zhengming looked at Peng Benzhi and sighed softly: "Alas, although you and I don't know each other, but I received the grace of Your Honor more than ten years ago."

"...Forget it, I will help you today, and it can be regarded as repaying this favor."

After Song Zhengming said these few words, everyone thought he was going to pay for Peng Benzhi.

But when it comes to literati, raising money is vulgar.

I saw that he suddenly took out a piece of paper from his arms, and then said aloud to Su Yu word by word:

"I will present this poem on behalf of Young Master Peng to the girl..."

"It's worth a thousand dollars!"

　The plot is coherent, 4500 words two in one, and it's hard to get it today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)