I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

When everyone heard this, all eyes immediately focused on the man.

Even the Oiran lady who had already stepped on the steps on the second floor couldn't help but look back, and couldn't help but move in her heart: "It's him!" '

Seeing this person, Mr. Li couldn't help but his expression changed, and he couldn't help asking: "What do you have to teach me?"

It was He Pingan who came.

"When I saw Miss Muyan, I fell in love with her at first sight. I kept pondering the poems in my heart, but I forgot the time for a while."

He Pingan looked at Lady Huakui with a smile, and then said slowly, "I wonder if it's still too late?"

"That's too late!"

Mr. Li blurted out.

Although he didn't know the level of He Pingan's poetry, he instinctively felt a sense of crisis.

This is the intuition from the old color batch.

The Huakui lady couldn't help frowning her beautiful eyebrows when she heard the words. She wanted to refuse, but she seemed a little hesitant, and finally said lightly: "If you really have any shocking quatrains, Mr. He, you can read them in class. If everyone thinks it is a good poem, It’s not impossible to make an exception.”

In this sentence, it seems to have given He Pingan a chance, but he is extremely picky.

You must know that different people have different opinions on poetry, and there are no poems that can be liked by everyone.

Fortunately, there are only a dozen people here, so it's not particularly difficult.

He Pingan nodded, expressing his agreement with Mrs. Huakui's proposal, and without looking at Mr. Li's ugly expression beside him, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "There are beauties in the southern country, and their beauty is like peaches and plums!"

The first two lines of the poem are just praising the appearance of the Oiran lady. Although I can't hear the artistic conception, they are more suitable for the theme.

Jiangzhou is exactly in the south of Daxuan, so it is not wrong to call it the Southern Kingdom.

The oiran lady's complexion is ruddy, like a peach, and her face is as beautiful as a peach or plum, this sentence is also very appropriate.

Everyone nodded slightly, indicating that the first two sentences were extremely neat.

The lady Huakui also stopped going upstairs, her beautiful eyes rested on He Pingan's body, waiting for his next sentence.

He Pingan walked to the window, looked into the distance, and said leisurely: "You will travel to the north bank of the river in the morning, and stay in Xiaoxiang in the evening."

Lady Huakui's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. She never expected that He Ping'an not only wrote about her own appearance, but also her own life into the poem.

Jiaofangsi is on the south bank of the canal, and Mrs. Huakui, after getting up every day, will take her maid for a walk, and will not return to Jiaofangsi until the afternoon.

And the Xiaoxiang Garden where I live seems to be on land, but in fact, how is it different from the isolated island named Xiaoxiang?

Compared with other poems, I only know how to boast about my own appearance. Although this poem is only the first four lines, it not only praises the peach-like appearance of the oiran lady, but also records her life.

"My son has a heart."

The oiran lady had peach blossoms on her face, and bowed her head gently to show her approval.

Everyone couldn't help but nodded. Although they didn't want He Pingan to get on the horse successfully, they had to admire from the bottom of their hearts. The four lines of He Ping'an's poem were indeed neat and well described.

"Touring the north bank of the river in the morning, staying in Xiaoxiang in the evening"

Mr. Li couldn't help but shook his head slightly, he kept pondering in his mouth, trying to pick out some faults, but he had to admit that these four lines alone surpassed the poems he had written before.

"What about the back?"

Young Master Li asked.

After all, He Ping'an is a five-character verse, and there should be four more sentences after it.

Maybe in the back, to be able to find fault with him.

He Pingan smiled slightly, looked at the lady Hua Kui, and seemed to see a trace of sadness in her excited eyes, and said slowly: "The time is so vulgar and beautiful, who has white teeth?"

Unexpectedly, when Lady Huakui heard these two sentences, she thought of something, her complexion suddenly darkened, and her delicate body, which was standing upright, trembled slightly.

When everyone heard the poem and were still chewing on its meaning, Mr. Li suddenly changed color and asked loudly, "Mr. He, what do you mean by this poem?"

"It means that we are blind and don't know the beauty of Miss Muyan?"

"Who doesn't know that Miss Muyan is the oiran of the entire Xuankang City?"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Lady Huakui interrupted his words with a slightly anxious voice, urgently urging: "Next sentence, what's the next sentence?"

At this time, He Pingan suppressed the smile on his face, and sighed slightly: "Looking up at the end of the year, the glory is hard to rely on!"

Every word and every sentence, it was like hitting the heart of the oiran lady.

Her delicate body seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, and she sat slumped on the steps on the second floor, as if remembering something sad, her eyes were wet and red, and a gleam of tears swirled in her eyes.

"The vulgarity of the time is so thin on beauty, who will have white teeth?"

"Looking up at the end of the year, the glory is hard to rely on for a long time."

The lady Huakui kept chewing these four lines of poems, the more she read, the more sad she became, and the more she read, the more uncomfortable, the tears in her eyes slipped from her tender cheeks before she knew it, and landed on the stairs on the second floor.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding why Miss Huakui was so sad when He Pingan just read a few lines of poems.

What made everyone even more confused was Mr. Li at the side.

I saw him squatting on the ground at this moment, with his arms folded together, his head buried in his arms, and he burst into tears loudly.

Occasionally, from his crying voice, it seemed that he could hear a sentence or two of Li Mouhuai's unrecognized talents and unfavorable people, and now he stands at thirty and still achieves nothing.

At this time, several people stood up and persuaded He Pingan: "Young Master He, you must not be able to choose Miss Shi Muyan, so you should hurry up and leave."

"That's right, you made Miss Muyan cry. If she recovers later, she will definitely treat you honestly. It's better to leave earlier, so as not to be angry."

Everyone talked a lot, and they were not very optimistic about He Pingan.

On the contrary, He Pingan was confident, stood where he was, cupped his hands to the crowd and said, "Thank you, brothers, but it's still the same with me"

Before the words were finished, a voice with a slightly crying voice came over: "You can't go!"

Everyone followed the sound and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, just in time to see the Oiran lady who had just wiped off the tears on her face, and her eyes were fixed on He Pingan.

"To suffer."

When everyone saw this scene, they immediately felt chills for He Ping An.

It seemed that the storm was already approaching.

However, at this moment, the oiran lady swept away the sadness on her face, and said in a slightly cold voice: "Xiao Cui, give that white lotus to Mr. He, and take him upstairs!"

After finishing speaking, Lady Huakui walked up to the second floor without looking back, and her slim figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"This is also possible?"

There is a huge question mark in everyone's mind at this time.

He Pingan first won the first prize in the pitching pot and forced the oiran lady to dance in front of everyone.

Then he wrote another poem, which made the oiran lady heartbroken.

Now, instead, he has picked the white lotus, so he can go upstairs to kiss Fangze.

Why?
Everyone's brains couldn't figure it out.

"woooooo"

At this time, Mr. Li suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and just raised his head, he heard the order from Mrs. Huakui, and watched helplessly as Xiaocui delivered the white lotus in He Ping'an's hands.

The beauty who was about to get it flew away from his hands, he could no longer suppress the bitterness in his heart, and cried again.

The crying was miserable, and it was more heart-wrenching than the previous crying.

He Pingan looked at the white lotus in his hand, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he cupped his hands towards the bewildered people beside him, and climbed up the stairs.