The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 16

[Chapter 16 Oiran Convention]

“Look, it’s Miss Wanqing!”

“Listening to Miss Wanqing playing the piano is one of the great pleasures in life…”

“It’s a pity that the face is covered with a veil, so I can’t see clearly…”

“Miss Wanqing He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his appearance must be excellent.

Otherwise, how could the young master of the Fang family sell his house to redeem his life for her? “

…

” It’s her…”

Fang Xiu glanced at the person on the stage. The figure held the teacup at its lips.

The rumors in the capital about him and Miss Wanqing were good news that he had released.

But he had never met this girl Wanqing, but he thought the name was pleasant to her ears, and she happened to be Yirenju’s top courteous man, so he chose her.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the woman who fell into the water by the lake that day.

When we said goodbye that day, I thought we would never see each other again. Unexpectedly, we met here again in just three or four days…

“Miss Wanqing did not participate in the last Oiran Conference. This time, she will definitely win the prize.”

“That’s wrong. Miss Wanqing is in love with Young Master Fang, and she doesn’t necessarily care about the false reputation of an courtesan.

If

Young Master Fang takes action to redeem her, I’m afraid the position of leader will still fall to someone else…”

“I’m afraid, Yirenju is not willing to let go of this leader easily…”

The eyes of the people around him were directed to a location in front of him.

There, a young man in rich clothes picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and looked at the figure on the stage…

…

the sound of the piano was not over yet.

At the back of the lobby, a young man wearing a white gown slowly stood up with a smile on his face.

“Miss Wanqing’s superb piano skills are really pleasing to the eye, but the sound of the piano without poetry is not suitable for the occasion. I would like to offer some suggestions and recite a poem to cheer up…”

The annual oiran competition takes into account many factors. aspect.

In addition to the candidate’s personal appearance, appearance, and appearance, the decisive factor is these talented scholars.

Nothing makes a brothel girl famous more than a widely circulated poem.

When poetry is spread word of mouth, no matter how unknown the person was before, it will be known to countless people overnight.

It’s a pity that the young man in white shirt didn’t compose a poem, he just chanted “Ye Zheng”, which didn’t cause much ripples at the meeting.

However, someone took the lead, but many literati stood up and recited poems and poems…

The hall was divided into two parts, and most of the people sitting in the front were the children of powerful people.

Behind them are some businessmen and dissatisfied literati, which can also be said to be poor scholars.

At this moment, the oiran convention seemed to be a small poetry gathering belonging to this group of poor scholars.

Singing and laughter lingered in the audience, rising and falling, falling and rising again.

“Brother Yuan is so talented that my foolish brother can’t match it…”

“Brother Yuan’s beautiful poem tonight will probably become famous far and wide.”

“Haha, I just got it occasionally. I still need your criticism and correction.”

The scholar who was praised by everyone After a few words of evasion, a look of triumph appeared on his face.

Although tonight is not a serious poetry meeting, even if the work is spread, it can only be circulated in a small area.

But at least at this moment, the young man named Yuan still feels extremely grateful for the praise from those around him.

If he attracts Miss Wanqing’s favor later, his vanity will be greatly satisfied, but…

the young man surnamed Yuan seemed to have thought of something and set his sights on Fang Xiu not far away.

For a moment, a gloomy look appeared on his face, and he shouted loudly: “I have heard for a long time that Mr. Fang is very talented, why don’t you say a word today?”

As we all know, An Pingbo’s son is a famous playboy, and his best thing is prodigal.

A ridiculous incident occurred in Zuihua Pavilion two days ago, and the next night, while Uncle An Ping was away, he secretly sold the family property.

How come he is so talented…

Everyone turned around in confusion.

I saw that Mr. Fang in the young man’s mouth was looking at Miss Wanqing who was still playing the piano, and there was a faint hint of affection.

Everyone suddenly realized.

The young man who just wrote the poem has been in love with Miss Wanqing for a long time. Naturally, he felt unhappy when he saw this scene, so he opened his mouth to embarrass the young master of the Fang family.

Thinking of this, the literati around them all showed astonished expressions, as if they were watching the excitement.

In fact, Fang Xiu’s attention was all on Lin Wanqing.

Whether the literati behind him were reciting poems and composing poems or concentrating on listening to music, none of them reached his ears, let alone the angry words of a scholar.

Yuan Junzhe looked at Fang Xiu’s back, thinking that he would be so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and vomit three liters of blood.

But he didn’t expect that they ignored him at all and just looked at the stage intently.

He instantly felt extremely insulted, and raised his voice and said, “Since Mr. Fang is in love with Miss Wanqing, why don’t you write a poem for Miss Wanqing to express your feelings!”

His voice was loud and vaguely angry.

Attracting the attention of everyone around…

………

On the Grand Master’s chair in front, Fang Xiu leaned against Zhao Yan’s ear and asked doubtfully: “Have you heard my name?”

Zhao Yan was still thinking about him. Just now, I was angry about watching Yan Wu, so I glanced at him coldly and said: “Who would call you the name of a lewd thief? You are so sentimental…”

After saying that, he picked up a piece of plum blossom cake and ate it by himself, ignoring him. He did.

I just saved you, so I don’t appreciate it, but you also called me a thief…

If I were a thief, how could you still sit here and eat snacks?

Fang Xiu secretly complained a few words and turned away, still confused.

I clearly heard the words ‘Mr. Fang’ just now…

Could it be that I was hallucinating?

They were all those poor scholars at the back, chattering without knowing what they were talking about, making his ears buzz with buzzing sounds.

The twelfth lunar month of winter felt like summer, with a bunch of mosquitoes and flies in his ears…

He shook his head, stopped worrying, and looked up at the stage.

…

On the other side, when Yuan Junzhe saw Fang Xiu turning his head, he thought he heard his shout, and his face showed joy.

Unexpectedly, he just whispered to the handsome young man next to him, but he still didn’t notice him.

Yuan Junzhe would rather the playboy turn around and curse a few words, or order his thugs to beat him up, than do this.

For a proud scholar, what could be more humiliating than being ignored?

Facing such a blatant insult, he couldn’t say anything.

Since ancient times, literati and poets have prided themselves on being superior to others and do not want to make loud noises like the worldly people.

There was a long distance between the two of them, so it was completely reasonable that Young Master Fang didn’t hear his voice.

It just so happens that this is the biggest harm to him.

Seeing his face bruised from holding back, friends around him couldn’t help but sympathize with him, but they didn’t know how to comfort him.

However, more people found it funny when they saw his embarrassment, and they all tried hard not to laugh out loud.

At this moment, an unknown young doctor came over.

He patted his shoulder and said seriously: “Brother, I see that your face is flushed, which should be caused by insufficient kidney essence. You should nourish yin and yang, nourish the kidney and essence.

I have a Shiquan Dabu Pill here. It only takes one tael of silver, brother, you should consider it…”

(End of Chapter)