radiothebook Chapter 116 The Oiran Is My Lord's
Chapter 116 The Oiran Is My Lord's
Chapter 116 The Oiran Is My Lord's
The reason why Shen Lang spends money like water is that he spends a lot of money.
Isn't it just to see the most beautiful girl in Datang?
But this damn young man in white made him give up.
Is Shen Lang the kind of person who gives up lightly?
Since this girl Liu Mo Nong has been elected as the oiran for three consecutive times, no one can see her beauty.
Presumably she is lonely, lonely.
The young master used his incomparably warm embrace to warm her!
Thinking of this, the corners of Shen Lang's mouth could not help but rise slightly, revealing an evil smile.
The young man in white at the side saw it and was even more angry.
"What an arrogant kid! Do you know who I am?"
The young man in white asked Shen Lang angrily.
"Boss, lead the way ahead. Your oiran, I'm sure I'm going to sleep!"
Shen Lang directly and gorgeously ignored the existence of the young man in white, and said very domineeringly to the old bustard.
who are you?
I don't care who you are!
The mysterious courtesan is close at hand, so of course I have to seduce her first!
"Miss Mo Nong has three tests. If you can pass the exam, you will naturally meet Miss Mo Nong."
The old bustard was not angry at Shen Lang's arrogance, and still said with a smile on his face.
"The first test is to compose poems. There are countless talents in Chang'an City, and no poems they have made so far have caught the eyes of Miss Mo Nong!"
"Based on your smell of copper, you must not even be able to write, right?"
Before the old bustard could introduce to Shen Lang, the young man in white sarcastically said.
Obviously, now he and Shen Lang are completely at odds.
poetry?
Although I can’t compose poems, I can recite poems!
Do you think my primary school is for nothing?
You don't even need the knowledge of junior high school textbooks to crush you group of Tang soil turtles.
"Pen here!"
"Molai!"
Shen Lang immediately rolled up his sleeves and shouted extremely rudely.
Seeing him like this, the talented scholars from Chang'an who were onlookers immediately sighed.
Naturally, in the eyes of scholars, the face of Shen Lang, a nouveau riche who spends a lot of money, is the most despised.
What's more, how can there be any Confucian demeanor of a scholar in his rude actions?
This is simply groping for scholars!
Shame among scholars, scum!
"Everyone is optimistic, if he can't compose a complete poem, he will be kicked out of Zuiyun Pavilion!"
"Don't think that you can defile Miss Mo Nong with a few bad money!"
"Get him out!"
"Let him get out of Zuiyun Pavilion!"
Under the secret instigation of the young man in white, the talented people onlookers suddenly became excited.
They can't wait to attack Shen Lang in groups to relieve their hatred!
Although Chang'an is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, naturally there is no shortage of sons and young masters from high-ranking officials and noble families.
But more scholars are poor scholars.
It was an extremely luxurious thing for them to come to Zuiyun Pavilion and have a glass of wine.
Now that Shen Lang is spending money like water in Pingkangfang, he has naturally become a thorn in their side.
Whether in ancient times or later generations, there has never been a shortage of people who hate the rich.
Datang is no exception.
"What if the young master can do it?"
Shen Lang immediately asked with a sneer.
That arrogant arrogance, that instantly scattered powerful aura.
In an instant, the scholars around were taken aback.
Can this silly son of a landlord write poetry?
Who gave him the courage?
"If any of you can write more poems than the young master, then the young master will admit defeat, and you will be respected."
"If you lose, then you will kneel down and call out!"
Shen Lang glanced around, finally locked his eyes on the young man in white, and said provocatively.
Obviously, he was challenging the young man in white!
Aren't you proud of being a scholar?
That young master hit you, a scholar, today!
Poetry master may not be as good as you.
But reciting poems, you are all a bunch of scum!
"Okay! If you are not as good as us, then get out of Pingkangfang!"
As soon as Shen Lang's words fell, the young man in white couldn't wait to speak.
He was afraid that Shen Lang would regret it.
With this crazy kid who smells like copper all over his body, what kind of good poems can he make?
So what if he could do it?
Could he be better than the Chang'an talents around him?
He is seeking to insult himself!
How could the young man in white who wanted to teach Shen Lang a lesson miss such a good opportunity?
After a while, the old bustard ordered someone to bring pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
She even personally grinds for Shen Lang.
After their trouble, Zuiyun Pavilion will become the focus of Quan Chang'an again.
This is naturally what the bustard wishes for.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Shen Lang slowly picked up the brush.
I saw him looking up at the closed door on the second floor at 45 degrees, pretending to be contemplative.
He believed that this mysterious girl Liu Mo Nong must be hiding behind a certain door.
At this moment, she may be watching herself.
But which one is her boudoir?
Is she as beautiful as the legend says?
Are the oiran's legs long?
Is the big place big?
Should the warped place be warped or not?
Shen Lang was full of deep curiosity about this oiran.
But in the eyes of everyone, his eyes are so melancholy.
It seems to be contemplating, racking one's brains to think.
But who knows, Shen Lang thinks about the measurements of the oiran...
I wanted to approach you as an ordinary person and possess you.
But now you are so proud.
Then don't blame me for being high-profile!
Senior Du Fu, I'm sorry.
The blame is that you were born too late.
"The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring vegetation."
"When I feel the time, the flowers splash tears, and the bird hates the farewell."
"Fenghuo lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold."
"The bald head scratches shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."
Shen Lang murmured while splashing ink.
Although his handwriting is extremely ugly, but as he writes, the desolation of the frontier can't help appearing in his mind.
The corpses strewn across the field, the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers.
Those soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who never came back.
Their wives, children, and children can no longer wait for their letters home...
When he wrote "The beacon fire lasts for three months, the family letter is worth ten thousand gold", his eyes became red instantly.
His incomparably bleak voice reminded everyone of the frontier battle not long ago.
The endless sorrow and grief surged up in the hearts of everyone in an instant.
pen down.
A hot tear cut through Shen Lang's vicissitudes of the cheek.
At this time, although the Zuiyun Pavilion was crowded with Chang'an talented scholars, there was no sound, and needles could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were reddish, with tears in their eyes.
Not afraid of gorgeous rhetoric.
I'm afraid that it will make people fit the occasion and bring back those sad memories.
There is no doubt that Shen Lang's poem has been written into the hearts of everyone.
It even gently touched the softest place in their hearts.
At this time, Shen Lang raised his tear-stained cheeks and looked up at the closed door on the second floor.
"Brothers, today I will show you all the most beautiful girls in Chang'an."
With a sad face on his face, Shen Lang murmured alone in his heart.
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(End of this chapter)