Chapter 112: girls' school book
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Chapter 112 Girls' school book
The outside of Zuijun Building is windy and rainy, but the interior of Zuijun Building is as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhu Pingan was holding a broken black wooden board and a cloth bag slung across his shoulders. Drenched all over, he was dragged into the Zuijun Tower by the villagers like a soaked chicken.
At first glance, I saw talented scholars and beauties chasing and laughing in the building. When I looked up, I could also see some beautifully dressed women upstairs, sitting alone on the railing or laughing and competing for beauty in groups, accompanied by the laughter of the daughter's family. The sound of stringing and bamboo came into the ears.
The drowned Zhu Pingan seemed out of place with everything in the building and was extremely conspicuous.
"Hey, who is this sentimental young master, who ran in the wind and rain without an umbrella."
"Hehehe, that is a sentimental young master, he is clearly a down-and-out poor scholar."
"Come to play at such a young age, I don't know if it's useful or not."
Upstairs, the daughter's house leaning on the railing and overlooking Zhu Ping'an was the first to see Zhu Ping'an, who was like a soaked chicken. They couldn't help waving their slender hands and pointing fingers one by one. Finally, they covered their vermilion lips and let out a series of silver bell-like laughter.
The laughter of the daughter's house attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males glanced at Zhu Pingan who had just entered the door. Seeing his appearance like a drowned chicken, the black wooden board between his arms, and his plain clothes, he couldn't help but Let out a laugh, if you dare to come to Zuijun Tower like this, you probably don't have enough money in your pocket to drink three glasses of wine! So, I stopped paying attention, and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beautiful woman in my arms.
The lights are feasting and feasting, exuding a decadent atmosphere.
Zhu Pingan shook his head lightly, followed by the villagers pulling him up the stairs, the villagers seemed to be quite anxious, and they didn't allow Zhu Pingan to take a breath to squeeze the water on his clothes, so they directly dragged Zhu Pingan upstairs up run.
The upstairs is unique, the decoration is more emotional, the beauty of the women upstairs is much higher than that of the downstairs, and the men upstairs are more tasteful than downstairs.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he heard a tearful call from a distance:
"Xiao'er, my family has a thousand miles of horses, and my uncle is looking forward to you."
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and saw his uncle squeezed out from a group of luxuriously dressed people. After seeing himself, the uncle looked happy and opened his hands with enthusiasm that he had never had before.
Uh
Misfortune must be serious.
This is Zhu Ping'an's first feeling. This is not groundless. Every time the uncle's enthusiasm is always accompanied by bad luck. My family's thousand-mile horse? Are you speaking from your conscience? Have you forgotten the words of long experience that you always hang on your lips?
"Brother Wang, it's time for me." The uncle walked quickly, walked up to Zhu Ping'an and the villagers, and bowed deeply to the villagers.
Uncle was followed by a villager and his fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they looked like they had seen a savior.
"Since you're here, let's write this poem, and don't stain the eyes of our girls' school scribes with any messy lines."
"That's right, not everyone in our girls' school can read it."
"Bragging about what just passed the government's case to attract our girls' school books, but the poems that racked their brains are dirty to people's eyes"
There was a commotion in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over, and surrounded Zhu Ping'an, the uncle and others among the group of luxuriously dressed people. Most of this group of luxuriously dressed people are scholars and young masters of wealthy families or merchants who are keen on this way. There are also some familiar faces, and a few of them have vaguely seen them at the Shocking Immortal Poetry Fair.
This group of people surrounded a high platform, on which sat an elegantly dressed young girl, covered with a veil, but a pair of eyes exposed outside were captivating. Gives a well-known sense of seduction.
Is this the girl's school book that everyone said? Zhu Pingan just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. He just looked at the table in front of everyone. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. There are a few sheets of incense rice paper on which poems have been written, and it can be vaguely seen that the words on the top are exactly the words of the uncle: the school girl was born so delicate, and the fairy from the sky came down to earth.
Uh
Uncle’s poems are really good enough.
From the urging voices of the onlookers, Zhu Pingan also understood the ins and outs of the matter.
It turned out that after the test release yesterday, the uncle and others were stimulated, so they made an appointment to come here to drink a little wine and pull their little hands to soothe the depression in their hearts. Originally, I called my sister who I knew each other a few days ago to accompany me, and it would be nice to have a drink with laughter and laughter, but I didn't expect that this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the famous oiran of Zuijunlou, opened the door once a month to welcome guests .
Scholars and students from your family rushed forward, wanting to see her beauty and kiss her. Although the oiran Mo'er only opened the door to welcome guests, she just played the piano and chatted, but even so, the crowd was full of excitement. The rich spend money like water, and the talented compose poems and lyrics on the spot in order to get the chance to get along with Huakui Mo'er.
Oiran Moer is known for her talent, as can be seen from her stage name Moer, people admire her and call her "girl's school book", she always wears a veil when welcoming guests, no exception, but it is even more exciting Sexual curiosity, smash hit.
Uncle and the others also gathered around, and when they saw Mo'er wearing a veil, her hormones immediately rose, she was so beautiful with the veil on, wouldn't she be as gorgeous as a fairy if she took off the veil.
So the uncle who drank a few glasses of wine became enthusiastic. He had no money, but he was talented. No matter what he said, he was more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew, so in order to overshadow these students and scholars, the uncle Then he yelled that his talents were far superior to Zhu Ping'an who won the first place in the list today, bragging that a poem written by himself and others would make the girls' school secretary willingly undo the veil.
Oiran Mo'er always wears a veil to welcome guests, without exception, everyone has long wanted to see her real face, and after hearing her uncle's bold words, they all echoed.
"OK."
Oiran Mo'er's coquettish smile added fuel to the fire.
Uncle wrote a poem, not to mention the "girl's school secretary" Oiran Moer, even the onlookers didn't buy it, what level is this, dare to say that his talent is better than today's bureau chief.
"I'm too strong to drink, and I'm not strong enough, but what I said is true. Zhu Ping'an, the chief of the case today, is my nephew. I only taught him for a while while reviewing the book, and my nephew took the chief of the case. If it wasn't for me being a child, I don't have to take the county examination, I'm afraid my nephew would not be so lucky." Under the sighs of everyone, the uncle was not at all afraid, and sat talking eloquently from the case, quite a bit of a celebrity .
Just now the uncle was talking about us and the others, and he dragged a few people from the same village onto the boat. Everyone really wanted to see the real face of the oiran Mo'er. The difficult oiran opened his mouth today. The opportunity was not lost, so he asked the villagers and others to compose poems. The result is the same, and the villagers also imitate their uncle and push it to the point where they can't drink.
Everyone refused to obey, but Mo'er opened his mouth with difficulty, and he would never let the opportunity pass by, and he would never forgive the uncle and others.
Uncle and the others racked their brains to think of a few more poems, but they just laughed and couldn’t get off the stage after being urged by everyone. Everyone above Hormone began to attack personally, and the students and scholars humiliated the backer town and even Huaining County together.
Everyone does not follow
Uncle and others can’t get off stage
So, Zhu Ping'an was pushed out by the uncle and others.
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 112 Girls' school book
The outside of Zuijun Building is windy and rainy, but the interior of Zuijun Building is as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhu Pingan was holding a broken black wooden board and a cloth bag slung across his shoulders. Drenched all over, he was dragged into the Zuijun Tower by the villagers like a soaked chicken.
At first glance, I saw talented scholars and beauties chasing and laughing in the building. When I looked up, I could also see some beautifully dressed women upstairs, sitting alone on the railing or laughing and competing for beauty in groups, accompanied by the laughter of the daughter's family. The sound of stringing and bamboo came into the ears.
The drowned Zhu Pingan seemed out of place with everything in the building and was extremely conspicuous.
"Hey, who is this sentimental young master, who ran in the wind and rain without an umbrella."
"Hehehe, that is a sentimental young master, he is clearly a down-and-out poor scholar."
"Come to play at such a young age, I don't know if it's useful or not."
Upstairs, the daughter's house leaning on the railing and overlooking Zhu Ping'an was the first to see Zhu Ping'an, who was like a soaked chicken. They couldn't help waving their slender hands and pointing fingers one by one. Finally, they covered their vermilion lips and let out a series of silver bell-like laughter.
The laughter of the daughter's house attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males glanced at Zhu Pingan who had just entered the door. Seeing his appearance like a drowned chicken, the black wooden board between his arms, and his plain clothes, he couldn't help but Let out a laugh, if you dare to come to Zuijun Tower like this, you probably don't have enough money in your pocket to drink three glasses of wine! So, I stopped paying attention, and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beautiful woman in my arms.
The lights are feasting and feasting, exuding a decadent atmosphere.
Zhu Pingan shook his head lightly, followed by the villagers pulling him up the stairs, the villagers seemed to be quite anxious, and they didn't allow Zhu Pingan to take a breath to squeeze the water on his clothes, so they directly dragged Zhu Pingan upstairs up run.
The upstairs is unique, the decoration is more emotional, the beauty of the women upstairs is much higher than that of the downstairs, and the men upstairs are more tasteful than downstairs.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he heard a tearful call from a distance:
"Xiao'er, my family has a thousand miles of horses, and my uncle is looking forward to you."
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and saw his uncle squeezed out from a group of luxuriously dressed people. After seeing himself, the uncle looked happy and opened his hands with enthusiasm that he had never had before.
Uh
Misfortune must be serious.
This is Zhu Ping'an's first feeling. This is not groundless. Every time the uncle's enthusiasm is always accompanied by bad luck. My family's thousand-mile horse? Are you speaking from your conscience? Have you forgotten the words of long experience that you always hang on your lips?
"Brother Wang, it's time for me." The uncle walked quickly, walked up to Zhu Ping'an and the villagers, and bowed deeply to the villagers.
Uncle was followed by a villager and his fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they looked like they had seen a savior.
"Since you're here, let's write this poem, and don't stain the eyes of our girls' school scribes with any messy lines."
"That's right, not everyone in our girls' school can read it."
"Bragging about what just passed the government's case to attract our girls' school books, but the poems that racked their brains are dirty to people's eyes"
There was a commotion in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over, and surrounded Zhu Ping'an, the uncle and others among the group of luxuriously dressed people. Most of this group of luxuriously dressed people are scholars and young masters of wealthy families or merchants who are keen on this way. There are also some familiar faces, and a few of them have vaguely seen them at the Shocking Immortal Poetry Fair.
This group of people surrounded a high platform, on which sat an elegantly dressed young girl, covered with a veil, but a pair of eyes exposed outside were captivating. Gives a well-known sense of seduction.
Is this the girl's school book that everyone said? Zhu Pingan just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. He just looked at the table in front of everyone. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. There are a few sheets of incense rice paper on which poems have been written, and it can be vaguely seen that the words on the top are exactly the words of the uncle: the school girl was born so delicate, and the fairy from the sky came down to earth.
Uh
Uncle’s poems are really good enough.
From the urging voices of the onlookers, Zhu Pingan also understood the ins and outs of the matter.
It turned out that after the test release yesterday, the uncle and others were stimulated, so they made an appointment to come here to drink a little wine and pull their little hands to soothe the depression in their hearts. Originally, I called my sister who I knew each other a few days ago to accompany me, and it would be nice to have a drink with laughter and laughter, but I didn't expect that this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the famous oiran of Zuijunlou, opened the door once a month to welcome guests .
Scholars and students from your family rushed forward, wanting to see her beauty and kiss her. Although the oiran Mo'er only opened the door to welcome guests, she just played the piano and chatted, but even so, the crowd was full of excitement. The rich spend money like water, and the talented compose poems and lyrics on the spot in order to get the chance to get along with Huakui Mo'er.
Oiran Moer is known for her talent, as can be seen from her stage name Moer, people admire her and call her "girl's school book", she always wears a veil when welcoming guests, no exception, but it is even more exciting Sexual curiosity, smash hit.
Uncle and the others also gathered around, and when they saw Mo'er wearing a veil, her hormones immediately rose, she was so beautiful with the veil on, wouldn't she be as gorgeous as a fairy if she took off the veil.
So the uncle who drank a few glasses of wine became enthusiastic. He had no money, but he was talented. No matter what he said, he was more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew, so in order to overshadow these students and scholars, the uncle Then he yelled that his talents were far superior to Zhu Ping'an who won the first place in the list today, bragging that a poem written by himself and others would make the girls' school secretary willingly undo the veil.
Oiran Mo'er always wears a veil to welcome guests, without exception, everyone has long wanted to see her real face, and after hearing her uncle's bold words, they all echoed.
"OK."
Oiran Mo'er's coquettish smile added fuel to the fire.
Uncle wrote a poem, not to mention the "girl's school secretary" Oiran Moer, even the onlookers didn't buy it, what level is this, dare to say that his talent is better than today's bureau chief.
"I'm too strong to drink, and I'm not strong enough, but what I said is true. Zhu Ping'an, the chief of the case today, is my nephew. I only taught him for a while while reviewing the book, and my nephew took the chief of the case. If it wasn't for me being a child, I don't have to take the county examination, I'm afraid my nephew would not be so lucky." Under the sighs of everyone, the uncle was not at all afraid, and sat talking eloquently from the case, quite a bit of a celebrity .
Just now the uncle was talking about us and the others, and he dragged a few people from the same village onto the boat. Everyone really wanted to see the real face of the oiran Mo'er. The difficult oiran opened his mouth today. The opportunity was not lost, so he asked the villagers and others to compose poems. The result is the same, and the villagers also imitate their uncle and push it to the point where they can't drink.
Everyone refused to obey, but Mo'er opened his mouth with difficulty, and he would never let the opportunity pass by, and he would never forgive the uncle and others.
Uncle and the others racked their brains to think of a few more poems, but they just laughed and couldn’t get off the stage after being urged by everyone. Everyone above Hormone began to attack personally, and the students and scholars humiliated the backer town and even Huaining County together.
Everyone does not follow
Uncle and others can’t get off stage
So, Zhu Ping'an was pushed out by the uncle and others.
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 112 Girls' school bookThe outside of Zuijun Building is windy and rainy, but the interior of Zuijun Building is as beautiful as peach blossoms.Zhu Pingan was holding a broken black wooden board and a cloth bag slung across his shoulders. Drenched all over, he was dragged into the Zuijun Tower by the villagers like a soaked chicken.At first glance, I saw talented scholars and beauties chasing and laughing in the building. When I looked up, I could also see some beautifully dressed women upstairs, sitting alone on the railing or laughing and competing for beauty in groups, accompanied by the laughter of the daughter's family. The sound of stringing and bamboo came into the ears.The drowned Zhu Pingan seemed out of place with everything in the building and was extremely conspicuous. "Hey, who is this sentimental young master, who ran in the wind and rain without an umbrella." "Hehehe, that is a sentimental young master, he is clearly a down-and-out poor scholar." "Come to play at such a young age, I don't know if it's useful or not."Upstairs, the daughter's house leaning on the railing and overlooking Zhu Ping'an was the first to see Zhu Ping'an, who was like a soaked chicken. They couldn't help waving their slender hands and pointing fingers one by one. Finally, they covered their vermilion lips and let out a series of silver bell-like laughter.The laughter of the daughter's house attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males glanced at Zhu Pingan who had just entered the door. Seeing his appearance like a drowned chicken, the black wooden board between his arms, and his plain clothes, he couldn't help but Let out a laugh, if you dare to come to Zuijun Tower like this, you probably don't have enough money in your pocket to drink three glasses of wine! So, I stopped paying attention, and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beautiful woman in my arms. The lights are feasting and feasting, exuding a decadent atmosphere.Zhu Pingan shook his head lightly, followed by the villagers pulling him up the stairs, the villagers seemed to be quite anxious, and they didn't allow Zhu Pingan to take a breath to squeeze the water on his clothes, so they directly dragged Zhu Pingan upstairs up run.The upstairs is unique, the decoration is more emotional, the beauty of the women upstairs is much higher than that of the downstairs, and the men upstairs are more tasteful than downstairs.As soon as Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he heard a tearful call from a distance: "Xiao'er, my family has a thousand miles of horses, and my uncle is looking forward to you." Zhu Ping'an raised his head and saw his uncle squeezed out from a group of luxuriously dressed people. After seeing himself, the uncle looked happy and opened his hands with enthusiasm that he had never had before. Uh Misfortune must be serious. This is Zhu Ping'an's first feeling. This is not groundless. Every time the uncle's enthusiasm is always accompanied by bad luck. My family's thousand-mile horse? Are you speaking from your conscience? Have you forgotten the words of long experience that you always hang on your lips? "Brother Wang, it's time for me." The uncle walked quickly, walked up to Zhu Ping'an and the villagers, and bowed deeply to the villagers.Uncle was followed by a villager and his fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they looked like they had seen a savior. "Since you're here, let's write this poem, and don't stain the eyes of our girls' school scribes with any messy lines." "That's right, not everyone in our girls' school can read it." "Bragging about what just passed the government's case to attract our girls' school books, but the poems that racked their brains are dirty to people's eyes" There was a commotion in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over, and surrounded Zhu Ping'an, the uncle and others among the group of luxuriously dressed people. Most of this group of luxuriously dressed people are scholars and young masters of wealthy families or merchants who are keen on this way. There are also some familiar faces, and a few of them have vaguely seen them at the Shocking Immortal Poetry Fair.This group of people surrounded a high platform, on which sat an elegantly dressed young girl, covered with a veil, but a pair of eyes exposed outside were captivating. Gives a well-known sense of seduction.Is this the girl's school book that everyone said? Zhu Pingan just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. He just looked at the table in front of everyone. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. There are a few sheets of incense rice paper on which poems have been written, and it can be vaguely seen that the words on the top are exactly the words of the uncle: the school girl was born so delicate, and the fairy from the sky came down to earth. UhUncle's poems are really good enough.From the urging voices of the onlookers, Zhu Pingan also understood the ins and outs of the matter. It turned out that after the test release yesterday, the uncle and others were stimulated, so they made an appointment to come here to drink a little wine and pull their little hands to soothe the depression in their hearts. Originally, I called my sister who I knew each other a few days ago to accompany me, and it would be nice to have a drink with laughter and laughter, but I didn't expect that this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the famous oiran of Zuijunlou, opened the door once a month to welcome guests .Scholars and students from your family rushed forward, wanting to see her beauty and kiss her. Although the oiran Mo'er only opened the door to welcome guests, she just played the piano and chatted, but even so, the crowd was full of excitement. The rich spend money like water, and the talented compose poems and lyrics on the spot in order to get the chance to get along with Huakui Mo'er.Oiran Moer is known for her talent, as can be seen from her stage name Moer, people admire her and call her "girl's school book", she always wears a veil when welcoming guests, no exception, but it is even more exciting Sexual curiosity, smash hit.Uncle and the others also gathered around, and when they saw Mo'er wearing a veil, her hormones immediately rose, she was so beautiful with the veil on, wouldn't she be as gorgeous as a fairy if she took off the veil.So the uncle who drank a few glasses of wine became enthusiastic. He had no money, but he was talented. No matter what he said, he was more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew, so in order to overshadow these students and scholars, the uncle Then he yelled that his talents were far superior to Zhu Ping'an who won the first place in the list today, bragging that a poem written by himself and others would make the girls' school secretary willingly undo the veil.Oiran Mo'er always wears a veil to welcome guests, without exception, everyone has long wanted to see her real face, and after hearing her uncle's bold words, they all echoed. "OK."Oiran Mo'er's coquettish smile added fuel to the fire.Uncle wrote a poem, not to mention the "girl's school secretary" Oiran Moer, even the onlookers didn't buy it, what level is this, dare to say that his talent is better than today's bureau chief."I'm too strong to drink, and I'm not strong enough, but what I said is true. Zhu Ping'an, the chief of the case today, is my nephew. I only taught him for a while while reviewing the book, and my nephew took the chief of the case. If it wasn't for me being a child, I don't have to take the county examination, I'm afraid my nephew would not be so lucky." Under the sighs of everyone, the uncle was not at all afraid, and sat talking eloquently from the case, quite a bit of a celebrity .Just now the uncle was talking about us and the others, and he dragged a few people from the same village onto the boat. Everyone really wanted to see the real face of the oiran Mo'er. The difficult oiran opened his mouth today. The opportunity was not lost, so he asked the villagers and others to compose poems. The result is the same, and the villagers also imitate their uncle and push it to the point where they can't drink. Everyone refused to obey, but Mo'er opened his mouth with difficulty, and he would never let the opportunity pass by, and he would never forgive the uncle and others.Uncle and the others racked their brains to think of a few more poems, but they just laughed and couldn't get off the stage after being urged by everyone. Everyone above Hormone began to attack personally, and the students and scholars humiliated the backer town and even Huaining County together.Everyone does not follow Uncle and others can't get off stageSo, Zhu Ping'an was pushed out by the uncle and others.end of this chapter
