Zhou Huishou was wearing a big red robe, with a smile on his face, he was still ruddy and energetic when he was half a hundred years old, walked to the stage, bowed his hands everywhere, and then said loudly: "Thank you for your appreciation, I am grateful for participating in the birthday banquet of the little elder." ”

There was a burst of applause and cheers from the audience.

When the applause stopped, Zhou Huishou said with a smile: "Okay, Xiao Lao knows, you can't wait, then let's talk less, and immediately start the most popular link, which is to select the most popular girl in this venue, as for which girl can win, it depends on which one of them can invite a talented person who is willing to write poetry for her, Hao'er, there are many new guests here, you can talk about the rules." ”

In a burst of applause, Zhou Huishou was supported by two beautiful maids to step down, and his son and Sun Yaozhou's friend Zhou Zhihao came on the stage to explain the rules of the game for him.

Zhou Zhihao is a young man of about twenty years old, who looks like a gentleman, with a slightly thin figure, a little pale face, and a little frivolous walking, I don't know if the beautiful maid of the Zhou Mansion hollowed out this young master.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhihao is in average health, but he is very neat in his work, and he can explain the rules of the game clearly in just a few words.

To put it simply, the Qinglou women present, each find a literati present to write a poem to be sung by them, which one recites the best poem, that is, the most popular girl in the audience, can follow the best talent who writes poetry, and get a generous gift from the birthday star.

These women came here specially to perform and add fragrance to their red sleeves, so they can't come in vain, right?

Needless to say, it is definitely easy to find powerful talents for beautiful and famous Qinglou women, in other words, popular women have a good chance of getting the most popular girls.

When Zheng Peng heard this, he couldn't help but scream in his heart: This week's meeting, I'm too good at playing.

Set up a birthday banquet, take the opportunity to match the literati and famous prostitutes of Pingkangfang in Chang'an, and find a game to bring them closer, no matter which wins or loses, it can bring the relationship between the Qinglou world and the scholars, so as to invisibly raise the status of the Qinglou.

The great genius and the great Yashi all drank flower wine, and drank and sang with the girl of the Qinglou, what is the embarrassment of ordinary people going to the Qinglou?

A bit like later companies, they are keen to sponsor or title some activities, even if some are cross-border or irrelevant, the purpose of this is not only to promote, but also to improve their brand image.

The man is responsible for conceiving and writing poems, the woman is responsible for adding fragrance to the red sleeves, and the talented and beautiful women work together, and it is a good story to pass it on.

You can't underestimate the wisdom of the ancients, Zhou Huishou worked so hard, and those Qinglou prostitutes also cooperated so much, they have long been aware of this.

Zheng Peng was thinking about it, but Sun Yaozhou thought that Zheng Peng was worried, and gently patted Zheng Peng's shoulder and said: "Brother Feiteng, your opportunity has come, if you can make a splash here, it is not a dream to be famous in Chang'an City overnight." ”

"Brother Yaozhou smiled, just that bit of ink, it's good not to be ugly, by the way, how do those girls pick people? What if someone is single? ”

I just want you to make a fool of yourself, Sun Yaozhou thought secretly in his heart, but he said with a smile: "It's okay, we are friends, when the time comes, I will introduce you to a few talented and good-natured people, and you can also help one or two when writing poems, right." ”

After speaking, Sun Yaozhou explained: "There will be no time, Zhou Huishou is cautious, every time the girl has a surplus, it is really not enough, Zhou Mansion has a servant, Feiteng can rest assured." ”

"Xiao Langjun, what is the theme this time?"

"yes, the subject hasn't been announced yet."

"Hurry up and come up with the theme, I'm a little in a hurry."

"I can't wait for the beautiful woman to add fragrance to your red sleeves, right?"

"Haha...."

Zhou Zhihao on the stage motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly: "My father said, in the past, I wrote more flowers and months and birthday poems, but this time there were so many distinguished guests, and there were so many beautiful girls in Pingkangfang. ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhihao raised his voice an octave and said loudly: "What are the girls waiting for, come out and lay paper and polish ink for all the talents." ”

As soon as Zhou Zhihao's voice fell, two groups of people walked out of the screens on both sides of the hall, both of whom were Qinglou women holding an inkstone in both hands, and walked towards the literati and high-rollers sitting in the lobby with a smile.

"Xiao Langjun, is it good for the slave family to grind ink for others?"

"Miss Fei'er, can you polish the ink for me?"

"Isn't this Huang Gongzi, is there a good person who grinds ink, if you don't dislike it, the slave family is willing to add fragrance to Huang Gongzi's red sleeves."

"Huang Gongzi, don't pay attention to her, last time you said that you wrote a poem for the slave family, but now you haven't fulfilled it, no matter what, you can't run away this time."

"The slave family has finally found you, Ji Gongzi..."

After the women stepped out of the screen, they scattered to all corners of the lobby and began to look for suitable partners.

Zheng Peng and Sun Yaozhou were sitting in a slightly biased position, and no one had come for a while, Sun Yaozhou smiled and said to Zheng Peng: "Brother Feiteng, don't worry, those who are walking in front are all ordinary goods, and the four major oirans have not yet been dispatched." ”

said that it was to comfort Zheng Peng, but Zheng Peng heard that Sun Yaozhou was more like comforting himself.

Zheng Peng responded with a smile and didn't say much.

At this time, there were two or three women shuttling left and right in the hall, and when they saw Sun Yaozhou's location, their eyes lit up, and they walked over quickly, and the one who walked in front was Qian Cui'er from Cuiyue Building.

"It's a little embarrassing" Sun Yaozhou patted Zheng Peng's shoulder and whispered: "If you want to write poems for the four major Oiran, the best is Miss Xun'er, Feiteng, look at my face for a while, it's really not good, block it for me." ”

"No problem." Zheng Peng said briskly.

got a suit of clothes and earned a piece of jade pendant, Zheng Peng had to give him some face.

Qian Cui'er walked up to the two of them and saluted with a smile: "Slave Qian Cui'er, say hello to the two sons." ”

"Okay, Miss Cui'er's dance tonight is really exciting, but it hurts to slap her." Sun Yaozhou said with a smile.

If you are a talent, you have to be generous, and you can't let the beauty be left out in the cold.

Sun Yaozhou thought about it, and when Qian Cuier made a request for a while, he could say: Applause is given to you, this poem has to be given to others, it looks funny and graceful.

Qian Cui'er's eyes were not on Sun Yaozhou at all, she was just polite just now, and she wanted to be polite with Sun Yaozhou, but when she saw that Du Yan'er and Song Hong'er, who were following behind Piaoxianglou, were about to arrive, she couldn't care so much, so she directly ignored Sun Yaozhou, who felt good, and suddenly pulled Zheng Peng's sleeve and said coquettishly:

"Zheng Gongzi, I don't know if the slave family is blessed to polish ink for Gongzi?"

What's the matter, Sun Yaozhou's smile is stagnant, Qian Cui'er is blind, how can she say this to Zheng Peng? I have prepared all the words of pushing, and I can't say the words until I speak, and there is always an inexplicable feeling of depression.

Don't worry, two more beauties came, it is estimated that Qian Cuier and Zheng Peng met, and they felt that they were too good, and they knew that there was no hope, so they retreated.

Yes, it must be.

Facing Du Yan'er and Song Hong'er, who were a little hurried, Sun Yaozhou's face once again showed a confident and kind smile, raised the wine glass in his hand, and was about to invite the second daughter to have a drink, but Du Yan'er and Song Hong'er didn't say a word, the two walked past Sun Yaozhou left and right, and even the greeting was omitted, and soon, the delicate voices of the two girls sounded:

"Zheng Gongzi, let Yan'er grind the ink for you, tomorrow night Yan'er will sleep in Piaoxiang Building, and always give Gongzi an unforgettable night."

"Hong'er is also willing to grind ink for the son, it's a big deal what the son says, the slave family is all according to the son."

This, what the hell is going on, Sun Yaozhou, who had a smiling smile and raised his glass in the air, was messy in the evening breeze.....