Gao Wu Da Xia: The fox demon lady at the beginning

Chapter 75 Poems
If you want to become a truly powerful person, you must enter the Qi and Blood Realm.

After drinking tea for a while, the highlight of the night finally came.

Who will win the prize of Miaolan Oiran tonight? It makes people think a lot.

The lobby of Zuihua Tower was already full, with hundreds of people discussing the highlight of the evening.

"Oirans don't keep guests overnight easily. Miaolan Oiran must be mine tonight."

"Whatever is yours? I have spent hundreds of taels of silver on Miaolan Oiran. Miaolan Oiran must be mine tonight."

"Who hasn't spent hundreds of taels of silver? I've listened to Miaolan Oiran's songs just to be able to hug the beauty tonight."

"Last time, someone got there first. This time, I won't miss it."

Han Chufan, Qiu Xuanyu and He Zidong also went downstairs and found a place to sit down.

"Haha, these people don't like listening to music, they are all greedy for other people's bodies." Han Chufan said with a smile.

"The people Brother Han mentioned definitely do not include me. I not only like listening to music, but also like their bodies." He Zidong said with a smile.

"You? Let's make up for it first." Han Chufan responded.

"Ahem, look, Brother Han, there are so many people tonight." He Zidong quickly changed the subject to prevent his being a three-minute shooter from being exposed.

"Indeed, this is the charm of the eight great oirans. Countless people with good taste are willing to spend a lot of money for the one-night romance of the oirans.

Being able to have a night of supper with courtesans will be a life-long memory. "Qiu Xuanyu said with emotion that the sleeping oiran was very tempting to him.

"What I said is really good. As a good man, we should fight for it." He Zidong said excitedly.

Han Chufan directly chose to ignore the two of them, a group of old perverts, and they talked so high-sounding.

Especially for the fast shooter, let's soak a pot of wolfberry and red date water to nourish it first, and be careful to avoid losing your waist.

"Dear gentlemen, tonight is the auspicious day of Miaolan Oiran of Zuixianglou. All gentlemen are very lucky. I don't know which gentleman this lucky night will befall."

A middle-aged woman walked up to the stage in a gorgeous manner and shouted loudly.

"Mama Rong, stop talking nonsense and tell me directly. What are the rules tonight? How can we spend a good night with Miaolan Oiran?"

"That's right, tell me quickly, don't waste time."

The crowd urged.

"My father is a doctor from the Ministry of Industry. Miaolan Oiran is mine tonight. Please come back."

An arrogant voice came, a second-generation official with a terrible appearance shouted arrogantly.

"I'm going to be stupid, doctor? A fourth-grade official is so arrogant."

"This man must be mentally ill. Get out of here. Whose father is not a fourth-grade official?"

"What a fool. My father is still a Marquis. This is the imperial capital. We can catch a lot of fourth-grade officials. They are not just local leopards from the countryside. They think that having a father who is a fourth-grade official can be lawless."

"Are you kidding yourself when you come to Zuihualou and introduce yourself as a family? Or are you trying to bring hatred to his father? There are only two or three doctors from the Ministry of Industry. Find out where this fool comes from."

Under the ridicule of everyone, the silly son of the doctor from the Ministry of Industry left in disgrace.

His father had indeed just been promoted to a doctor in the Ministry of Industry. He was used to being rampant in small places. He didn't know that in the imperial capital, a fourth-grade official was really nothing.

In the imperial capital, there were many relatives of the emperor, princes and countes, and his father, a fourth-grade civil servant, was just a small figure.

After the interlude, Rong’s mother continued: “Tonight, Miss Miaolan personally came up with a topic, writing a poem or a poem with the word “sorrow” as the theme.

Which gentleman has a high level of poetry will be favored by my girl Miaolan. "

"It's actually better than poetry. It's even better than money. Who can compete with this thing?" "That's right. I thought I'd give more money to someone else tonight, but I didn't expect it to be more than poetry."

"Bai is here. I knew I would go to Mingyue Tower tonight. It will also be a good day for Yifan Oiran in Mingyue Tower tonight."

The wealthy businessmen around were complaining.

"Shici, isn't this difficult for us warriors?" Qiu Xuanyu said with a bitter face.

One of the most troublesome things in his life is reading. When he was a child, he was often beaten because he didn't study hard.After stepping into Xiuwu Road, I almost forgot all the words.

"Do you two know poetry?" Qiu Xuanyu asked.

"Well, I really don't know how to do this. Dual cultivation of Taoism and Martial Arts is already a waste of time. How can I still have time to study poetry?" He Zidong said.

"Young Master Wang, the competition tonight is poetry. This is your strong point. You are the No. 8 who will try this year."

"Master Sun of the Imperial Academy is also very strong in poetry. The song "Looking at the Snow" he composed last year amazed everyone."

Those sitting here who could write poems all walked up to the stage and left their own works, but they were all ordinary works with nothing outstanding.

"Look, Mr. Sun from the Imperial Academy is up."

Sun Qiliang of the Imperial College bowed his hands to everyone, walked onto the stage gracefully, and left a poem called "Ruoxue".

This poem is much better than the ordinary ones before.

"As expected of Mr. Sun of the Imperial College, the No. 1 Imperial College student of this generation. This song "Ruoxue" is really well written."

"I think tonight's Miaolan Oiran must belong to Mr. Sun."

"Damn, it's better to study. You don't have to spend a penny and you can sleep with courtesans. These courtesans are still willing to do this."

"It's not like that. We have money but it doesn't matter."

After a while, Wang Kaiping, who will be auditioning No. 8 this year, and Mr. Wang also came on stage.

The so-called general examination is held in the imperial capital every three years, in the spring of the year following the rural examination, that is, in the spring of Chou, Chen, Wei, and Xu years, so it is also called Chunwei.

Because it is presided over by the Ministry of Rites, all state candidates and Imperial College students can take the exam, also known as Li Wei. There are three exams, each lasting three days. Those who pass the exam become Gongshi.

Gongshi will then take part in the palace examination. None of the Gongshi will fail in the palace examination, but the emperor will rearrange their rankings.

The palace examination was personally presided over by the Emperor of Daxia. After the palace examination, the papers were read the next day, and the results were released the next day.

The admissions process is divided into three categories: first, third, and third, with Jinshi and No. 1 being awarded, with No. [-] being the number one scholar, two No. [-] students, and three No. [-] students.

The Erjia is given Jinshi background, and the Sanjia is given Jinshi background.

The first, second and third graders are collectively called Jinshi.

Wang Kaiping is No. 8 in this year's examination. He has already confirmed his background as a second-class Jinshi. It is only a matter of time before he enters the civil service class of Great Xia.

Wang Kaiping walked to the stage with a smile and wrote a poem called "The Passing Water".

The writing is also excellent, fully expressing the word "sorrow".

"The Passing Water" by Wang Kaiping and "Ruoxue" by Sun Qiliang are both very good works of poetry.

After seeing the works of the two, other people stopped showing their ugliness on stage.

"Let's go back home, two brothers." Qiu Xuanyu said with a yawn.

At this moment, Han Chufan stood up and walked onto the stage.

(End of this chapter)