Meishan Su family, Su Yun is the most virtuous

Chapter 143 The poetry reading can now end!
After Liu Xianglan finished the song, she let out a sigh of relief. Judging from the audience's reaction, she felt that today's performance had been a success.

Although Fanlou announced to the public that she was the new top performer in Fanlou, there were still many people inside Fanlou who were not convinced.

Compared to Jiujianglou, the competition in Fanlou is much more intense. She was able to be promoted as the top performer within Fanlou with the help of some people pushing her behind the scenes, but to truly become the top performer, she must be recognized by all the guests.

This doesn't mean that whatever Fan Lou says is right, nor does it mean that because she is the most beautiful, she can naturally be the top star.

When it comes to appearance, once it reaches a certain level, it is more about different styles of beauty and temperaments. It is difficult to tell who is better. It mainly depends on the customer's own taste.

Some people like gorgeous things, some people like icebergs, some people like girls next door, and some people like elegance. There is no distinction between high and low, only different tastes.

But skills cannot be faked. If they exist, they exist. If they don't, they don't exist. She has a look that is not inferior to any other courtesan in Fanlou. She also has a skill that can impress customers. So she has established a firm foothold.

She saw the reactions of today’s guests, today...it’s stable!
But...it's not enough!

An oiran's good looks and musical skills are just the basic requirements. A real oiran must have a story!
She came here with a mission. If she was just an ordinary courtesan, it would take her an unknown amount of time to complete her mission.

At least it would have to be a story of the same level as Zhao Xiangxiang and Chen Shishi, who accompanied Liu Yong to the end, to have a chance of completing her mission.

Liu Lanxiang couldn't help but grit her teeth.

It was a pity that he did not seize the opportunity at Jiujiang Tower. If he had seized the opportunity like Zhang Qinghe, he would at least be famous in Bian Jing!

But it is not too late now. There are countless young talents in Bianjing City. It is not impossible to find someone who can defeat Su Lang of Jiangyou.

She was quite familiar with the situation tonight. Among the people who came tonight, many were students of the Imperial College, which was a gathering place for young talents in Bianjing.

According to intelligence, there are several people with outstanding talents in the Imperial College in the past two years. They are Yu Shen, He Changsheng, Zeng Yu, and Xia Yongan. Some people who like to gossip call them the Four Sons of the Imperial College.

And tonight, all the four students of the Imperial Academy are gathered together except one.

This is also the reason why the person behind her arranged for her to make an official appearance tonight - if someone writes a good poem that can be circulated tonight, then she can also become famous and firmly secure her position as the most beautiful courtesan.

After that, with more operations, he could find a more famous talent to spread the scandal, and then use the methods he used in Ezhou to establish a reputation for doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, then the story would be reasonable.

Thinking of this, Liu Xianglan smiled. Suddenly, there was a hurried sound of footsteps coming from the stairs on the second floor. "Dong Dong Dong". Liu Xianglan looked at the stairs and saw a young man holding a piece of paper. He quickly went down the stairs and came to the platform again.

The guards of Fanlou hurried over to stop him, but were scolded. Then the young man stepped onto the platform, looked at himself first, then smiled, handed over a piece of paper, and said, "We have finished writing our poems. Liu Xingshou, please help us recite them to everyone first. If possible, it would be better if you could sing a song."

Liu Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief. She thought someone was coming to cause trouble, but it turned out that the poem had been finished.

Liu Xianglan took the paper, bowed gently and said, "Thank you, sir."

The young man smiled, then turned around, stepped down from the platform, and went to the second floor.

Liu Xianglan lowered her head to read the poem, when suddenly the young man on the second floor shouted, "It's time to end the poetry gathering tonight. The champion of the poetry gathering has appeared!"

This shout immediately attracted all the guests in Fanlou. Everyone came out to look at Wen Huanghua, but Wen Huanghua was not afraid at all and was very contented.

Wang Dai jumped up and cursed, "Nonsense! How arrogant! We haven't even handed ours over yet, how come you've become the leader!"

Wen Huanghua smiled proudly and said, "Wang Buyi, Wang Buyi, I think you should not call me Wang Buyi, but Wang Changyi. Since you don't believe it, then just listen to it first."

Wang Dai snorted, stretched his head out and shouted to Liu Xianglan, "Liu Xingshou! Please help us read it quickly. I want to see what kind of bullshit Wen Huanghua and the others can write!"

Wang Dai's words woke Liu Xianglan, who was reading the poem with her head down, up from her dream. When she raised her head, her face was filled with surprise. When Wang Dai saw Liu Xianglan's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

Liu Xianglan said in a crisp voice: "Please wait a moment, everyone. This Qingyu Case is really well written. Just reading it is not enough, I have to sing it!"

Liu Xianglan immediately ran to the music troupe behind the scenes to discuss the music, completely disregarding her posture. For a courtesan, this was almost inappropriate.

This immediately aroused the curiosity of all the guests.

What kind of words could make an Oiran lose her composure like this?
Wang Dai felt something was wrong when he saw this. He couldn't help but look towards Wen Huanghua's group. He didn't need to look for them deliberately. He saw the most dazzling young man in the crowd.

Even though everyone was sitting in a mess and there were some cups and plates in disarray, and he was also facing away from the light, but just sitting there, doing nothing, he already looked extremely elegant.

"You bastard! You're three times as pretty as me!" Wang Dai cursed in his heart, and then hesitated: Wen Huanghua submitted his poems so quickly, and among them, only Xia Yongan had some talent and some quick wit, but his level was not that high, and it was impossible for him to make Liu Xianglan lose her composure like this, so the poems must have been written by Su Yun.

Oirans like Liu Xianglan grew up immersed in poetry, and they might not even look at a good poem.

Poetry that can surprise them is already of first-rate standard, and poetry that can make them lose their composure, isn’t it of the level of exquisite poetry?

Wang Dai looked at He Changsheng and saw that He Changsheng was also a little nervous.

He Changsheng seemed to be comforting Wang Dai, or comforting himself, and whispered: "No matter how well he writes, it is just a rough work that was written in a hurry. Our Yuan Xi hired a master and started polishing it three months in advance. There is no way he can lose to him!"

Wang Dai felt relieved for a moment, but then he thought: Poetry is too dependent on talent. If one can surpass others through diligence, there would be countless people in this world who can surpass Li Bai and Du Fu.

But over the past thousands of years, there has only been one Li Bai and one Du Fu.

This Su Yun is a man who can write famous poems like Linjiangxian!
Although Zeng Yu and others were sitting in a corner near the inside, they were aware of everything going on around them. They were there just to eat melons. This may be true, but the melons cannot fall to the ground, so they can see everything clearly.

Someone nearby whispered, "I was just watching Wen Huanghua and the others. This poem was written by that unattractive Su Yun. Looking at Liu Xianglan, he has written another amazing poem. Tsk, don't you think God is too unfair? How could he have such a good-looking appearance and such amazing talent?"

Zeng Yu sneered and said, "This is all exchanged for parents. I heard that Su Yun's parents died when he was five or six years old. If it were you, would you be willing?"

When the man heard this, he shook his head and said, "No, I don't want to! Although my father is not a prime minister, he is also an important official in the court. I have been living a life of luxury since I was a child. If you ask me to live a hard life, I really can't get through even a single day."

The others also shook their heads.

Most of those present were children of officials. They had all lived a life of luxury since childhood. The thought of them losing their parents at a young age was chilling.

Although they were born in wealthy families, they are not all spoiled children who are ignorant of the sufferings of the world. They understand this society very well and know how hard it is for people at the bottom of society.

At this time, someone asked: "Brother Qianzhi, if it were you, would you be willing to change?"

Zeng Yu smiled and shook her head, saying, "My father and mother were kind and loving, and made me very happy since I was a child. How could I give up my own parents just because I admired someone else's appearance and talent?"

Having said that, he couldn't help but look at Su Yun, his heart a little dazed: If I had such appearance and such talent... humph.

Zeng Yu quickly gathered his thoughts and forced himself to stop thinking about this unfilial thought.

At this moment, there were a few sounds of pipa from the high platform, and the curtain slowly opened.

Liu Xianglan was still sitting on the high platform, holding the pipa in her arms.

After the taps, the band's music suddenly sounded like a violent storm, a lively prelude that fitted in perfectly with Bianliang tonight. I didn't know how they played it, but there were sounds of fireworks and firecrackers, mixed with exclamations and laughter.

If you close your eyes at this moment and just listen to the music, you might mistakenly think you are outside among the street lanterns, with fireworks rising up in the night sky and the sound of exploding firecrackers everywhere.

Suddenly, a high-pitched female voice rang out, and even the noisy music could not cover her voice.

Zeng Yu did not need to concentrate and listen carefully; the female voice easily transmitted the singing to his ears, and every word was extremely clear.

"The east wind...blooms at night, thousands of trees..."

Zeng Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"... the wind blows down, and the stars fall like rain."

Zeng Yuqing couldn't help but put her hands on the table and stood up.

At this time, the people at the same table opened their mouths, widened their eyes, tilted their ears, and listened attentively to the singing.

It must be said that Liu Xianglan's true strength has only just been revealed.

Her pipa playing skills are very advanced, but they pale in comparison to her singing.

Amid the noisy music, she not only delivered every word clearly to the guests' ears, but also sang with emotion. With just one sentence, she brought people into a colorful, splendid and lively festival.

(End of this chapter)