At this time, the wolves in the hall were excited, and those who claimed to be talented could maintain their demeanor. The bosses who were obviously nouveau riche were very unbearable. Some slapped the table to express excitement, some whistle without temperament, and some were more rational. They took out a large stack of silver notes from their arms and kept waving them at Wang's mother. - Life is full of various aspects.

Our fat brother is still very gentle. He doesn't yell or scream. He just stares at Miss Yanran with a dull look, but his hands are tightly clutching the girl's breasts in his arms. The drool in his mouth has flowed out and is about to drip to the girl's chest in his arms.

Fang Zheng reluctantly withdrew his gaze that was thrown on Miss Yanran. Since it was not mine, don’t worry about it. Then Fang Zheng slapped the fat man on the shoulder, and with a "swoosh", the fat man’s saliva shrank into his mouth. It was so dangerous!

Fang Zheng looked at him with contempt and whispered in his ear: "Fatty, can you be more reserved? You are the prince, have you never seen a woman?"

There are a lot of concubines, concubines, and so on in the fat man’s family. Why do you still look like you have never seen a woman in your eight lives?

The fat man with difficulty retracted his gaze, and the other party smiled and said, "Brother Fang, this woman is indeed beautiful and beautiful. Tonight, Brother Fang, you have to use all your skills to enter her boudoir. You must not let others take the lead!"

Fang Zheng lacks interest, what's the use of being beautiful? The way to be able to knock him down is the king. What's the point of just listening to her play a song when you enter her boudoir?

The fat man waved his hand and asked the little girl in his arms to retreat, then lowered his voice in Fang Zheng's ear and said, "Brother Fang, tell the truth, are you satisfied with this woman's appearance?"

Such a stunning, if you say you are not satisfied, it would be too hypocritical, and even Fang Zheng would despise himself.

Fang Zheng nodded involuntarily and sincerely praised: "A good cabbage!"

When the fat man saw Fang Zheng nodded and said excitedly, "It's great. Brother Fang and I have known each other for so long. I have shared hardships together, but I haven't given you any gifts to express my feelings to you. Today I will redeem this woman and give her to Brother Fang. How about it?"

Fang Zheng was shocked when he heard this. The gift was really good. With the fat man's financial resources and power, Fang Zheng did not doubt that he could do it at all. However, with such beautiful beauty, why did the fat man not put the girl in the room and instead gave him this girl?

Seeing Fang Zheng looking at him in confusion, the fat man smiled wickedly: "I'm not sure that someone is in his 29th year and has not yet been married, otherwise how could such a stunning beauty be your turn? It is said that, hehe, someone's reputation has become a terrible on the street, and no serious family is willing to marry his daughter to him. Tsk tsk, I'm really curious, how did you do such a famous reputation? Let's call you "Fang Tai Sui" behind your back. How much hard work does it take..."

When did this kid speak so badly? Fang Zheng touched his nose angrily, glared at the fat man hard, and said nothing.

Turning his head and looking at the Yanran girl who was like stars holding the moon, Fang Zheng swallowed quietly. A normal man would probably not refuse such a beautiful woman, right? So what if she is a disaster? Just a woman, are you still afraid that she will make a big splash? Temptation, a huge temptation, this woman, should you, or not?

After a while, Fang Zheng finally shook his head and decided to reject the fat man's kindness. Only the virtues are the ones who are good at it. The "virtue" thing is a bit lacking...

"Fatty, forget it, I can't bear it." Although I decided to refuse, I still felt so sad. What a great cabbage, I don't know which pig will be robbed by it in the future.

"Brother Fang, are you not sick?" The fat man looked at Fang Zheng's thin figure strangely and said strangely: "Can you... not do it?"

"Fart! This young master is very powerful. Under the bed is a professor and on the bed is a beast. Ye Yu's ten girls are not a problem, but it's okay to keep the golden spear down!" Fang Zheng angrily slapped the table.

The fat man gave him a blank look and said, "That's all, women are not offered high, but are used to be pushed by men. Of course, it's okay to push men. Brother Fang, don't say more, just leave everything to me."

Why is this fat man so enthusiastic about pimping people?

After Fang Zheng and the fat man had spoken, the girl Yanran had already stood in the middle of the hall without saying a word, and chuckled and glanced at the talented and rich people in front of her. Fang Zheng carefully observed and found that although the beauty was smiling on her face, there was no smile in her eyes. Instead, she looked down at the talented and rich people in front of her with a bit of disdain and contempt, as arrogantly as if she stood out from a crowd of chickens.

At this time, the maid standing next to Miss Yanran stood up and said with a crisp voice: "Tonight, Miss Yanran will give the question. If someone answers correctly, Miss Yanran will play a solo for him and ask all the talented men to listen to the question."

There was a noise in the crowd, and the talented men looked excited and eager to try. The rich men were calm and leisurely waiting for the talented men to come back, and then they made a brilliant appearance.

Another maid walked out with a wooden tray in her hand, and a piece of paper was lying quietly on the tray. The maid picked up the paper and glanced at it, saying, "Miss Yanran's title is a couplet tonight. Please ask the talented men to answer the second couplet and listen."

Alas, as expected, it is another couplet. Why do you think these ancient people have no innovative spirit? If you have any questions, just make a couplet and don’t pursue something noble? Even if you compare telling dirty jokes, you will be able to do this. If you always do these bloody plots, who would still be willing to read my book?

The fat man was overjoyed when he heard this, patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother Fang, you are your strength. This girl must be yours."

Fang Zheng looked at him speechlessly. What did he think this was my strength? It was because of the saying "The brothel is in a mess"?

At this time, the talented men in the hall could no longer hold back, all of whom were eager to try. Even the fat man couldn't help but raise his ears, wanting to hear what kind of question this stunning beauty would give everyone. Fang Zheng watched coldly, but was indifferent to watching: it was clearly a group of male animals fighting to win the favor of the females and achieve their mating goals. Is it interesting?

Fang Zheng even regrets sitting in this hall now. Why should I join in the fun? Just call a fan to put it in your arms and touch it, and wrap it in a private room. It is much better than the scene now. It can’t be seen or touched, and it is also despised by the beauty with disdainful eyes. But everyone is attracted to it, fearing that they are half a step behind. Do men have the essence of being a shame in their bones?

The maid paused and said crisply: "Miss Yanran's first couplet is: 'Wangjiang Tower, look at the river, look at the river up the river, look at the river tower forever, the river tower forever, the river flow forever."

Everyone was confused when they heard this, and they were a little dizzy by the "river building, river flow". At this time, the people in the hall were divided into three factions, and the talented sects frowned and thought, trying to express their feelings in order to get into the girl Yanran's boudoir.

The rich people are not like this. They look at the talented people with joy. Mother Wang said that if no one answers, only those with higher prices will get the papers, and the rich people will certainly not as good as those with talented people, but if no one can tell, they will have the opportunity to use money to open the door of Miss Yanran's room. No matter who it is, they will be willing to give it a try.

There is still a matter that doesn’t matter to one’s own faction. This is a type of people who have no talent and no wealth. No matter how noisy the hall is, they are still standing tall and hugging the girl and eating tofu. It is obvious that Miss Yanran is an out of reach for them, so those who accept their fate simply don’t look at it and eat the ones in their own bowls honestly. This type of people is the wisest and most helpless. They have to make choices wise. If people have the capital to compete, they have more ideas. For example, the talented and rich people in front of them are talented or rich, this is their capital, and they believe they have the ability to try it.

Fang Zheng felt that he should be considered a third type of person, because he was very responsible and never hoped for things that should not belong to him. Some things might be possessed for a while, but if he was not able to protect it, it would be destined to be lost. For example, this girl Yanran was redeemed by Fang Zheng, a "four no" merchant who was unvirtuous, incompetent, without official positions or titles. Not to mention anything else, outsiders would have to throw stones and smash his tiles several times every day.

Besides, Fang Zheng has no competitiveness. Luncai, he only had more than 2,000 taels of silver notes knocked out from the fat man. If he challenged the rich, he would probably be killed in one round. Luncai... Well, it seems to be too far and pulled back.

After the maid asked the question, she went back. At this time, Mother Wang stood up and smiled and said, "My grandpa, Miss Yanran has asked her to think about it and then correct it. Since no one has been able to answer the questions asked by Miss Yanran for a long time, the rules have changed a little. If no one can match it tonight, I am really sorry, so I have to ask everyone to bid, and those with higher prices can enter Miss Yanran's boudoir."

When Wang's mother said this, Fang Zheng clearly saw that although Miss Yanran was still laughing, a little humiliation and unwillingness flashed quickly in her eyes. A beautiful and talented girl was standing on the stage like an auction item and was bought and sold by others. The boudoir, which was regarded as a forbidden place for men, became a bet for everyone to compete for. Anyone would feel humiliated and unwilling to accept it. Fate was unfair to her, but unfortunately she did not have the ability to resist and could only go with the flow. The title of "Courtess of the Palace" is not a honor worth showing off for women. It is marked by the "Feng Dust Feast". Perhaps a few years later, the Caucasian in front of her was no longer different from those secret prostitutes who stood on the street to attract customers. Being trapped in the Palace is their destiny.

After Mother Wang said that, the hall was suddenly in a sensation. The talents were dissatisfied and loudly accused Mother Wang of being covered in copper and using silver to defile Miss Yanran. They blamed them, and then they looked ashamed. After all, no one answered the questions made by Miss Yanran for so long, which really made these so-called Jiangnan talents ashamed.

The rich seem to have been told by Mother Wang in advance, so they didn't react much when they heard this announcement, but they were full of jokes in their eyes. So what if they are talented? I still make you make money and give way.

Miss Yanran still smiled blankly, her eyes were desolate and desperate. So what about the courtesan? Even if she is talented and beautiful, her country is beautiful and untainted, she will never escape this day. No matter who wins, it doesn’t matter to her. The woman of Fengchen naturally has the home of Fengchen, which cannot be changed.

The fat man was shaking his head and muttering the first couplet: "Wangjiang Tower, look at the river, look at the river, look at the river, look at the river, look at the river, flow forever, river flow forever." He paused and smiled, "Is this couplet? Why am I chanting like a tongue twister? This Yanran girl wasn't trying to trick us on purpose, right? Who can match such a long couplet?"

Fang Zheng was embarrassed to say that he was right, and that this was a bit unmodest. In fact, he had heard of this first couplet before. It is said that countless descendants have met over the past century. Fortunately, Fang Zheng really remembered the second couplet. Although the artistic conception may be quite different, it is better than these talents who frowned and thought hard but still gained nothing, right?

Although he didn't want to enter her boudoir, Fang Zheng didn't mind showing off his literary talent. The feeling of cheating was really good. It could bring him a sense of intellectual superiority. The most important thing is that there is no invigilator here to catch him. It's like a thief who stole something but was not discovered. - Are you happy about this thief?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but laugh. The life he traveled through time is so beautiful.

At this time, the hall was noisy and quiet. The talented men were thinking, while the rich were having fun drinking tea, waiting for the talented men to withdraw in disgrace, and they made a comeback to show their strong financial resources.

I have to say that Master Fang's laughter was too abrupt and inappropriate. In this quiet hall, it was like a thunderclap on the ground. When he reacted, it was too late to regret. Everyone stared at him in surprise. Fang Zheng felt a little guilty...

But no matter what other people reacted, the fat man laughed and patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother Fang is indeed a talented man. He was right so quickly."

Everyone was uproaring, and the quiet hall began to become turbulent. Everyone stared at Fang Zheng and the fat man with a hatred look. The fat man pulled Fang Zheng unconsciously and said loudly: "Brother Fang quickly tell the second couplet, who else can enter the beautiful boudoir except you?"

This sentence completely aroused public anger, and the hall was in anger. They all expressed their anger in their own way. Some scolded Fang Zheng for being arrogant and extremely arrogant. God knows that Young Master Fang hasn't said a word yet. Some waved the silver notes in their hands in a furious manner, looking at the situation that might be trying to avoid the real and the false, and want to compete with Fang Zheng for money.

The expression of Miss Yanran was a little shocked. I believe that no one could match her forever. Mother Wang was regretful and annoyed. Fang Zheng knew her thoughts. If no one could match her, she would have made a fortune tonight. The rich men were waiting to come to the door with silver notes in their hands. Unexpectedly, they were disrupted by Master Fang. It is estimated that the person who was most disappointed in the whole hall was her.

Inadvertently becoming the target of everyone's attention, Fang Zheng felt a little shy, and deeply felt that no matter how low-key he was, he was as bright as a firefly in the dark, outstanding...

Fang Zheng cleared his throat and scratched his head and said, "That, let all the talents first. If you don't meet me, come again."

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone looked at Fang Zheng with contempt, including the fat man. Several talented men were even more excited to scold him for bullying others. This is how he had prejudice against others. Look, Fang Zheng was just humble, but in their eyes, he became a bully, and he deliberately saw that they were ugly.

Fang Zheng had no choice but to say, "Then I'm welcome. Listen to you, everyone, the second couplet I'm right is 'Reflection of the Moon Well, Moon Shadow, Moon Shadow in Moon Well, Moon Shadow in Moon Well, Moon Shadow in Moon Well, Moon Shadow in Moon Well, Moon Shadow in Moon Well, Moon Shadow in Moon Well... Then, the artistic conception is a bit bad, and it's also a good match, right?"

The face felt hot and there was no need to touch it, and it must have been red. Although it felt great to cheat, it still made Fang Zheng feel a little ashamed by snatching other people's things and placing them with his own name. Although no one knew that he had plagiarized in this era, he could not bear the torture of morality and conscience. - Everyone knows that Master Fang is a gentleman and advocates conquering people with virtue.

It's so strange, why no one applauds? You can curse a few words if you don't applaud. What's the matter if you don't respond? Fang Zheng looked around with dissatisfaction and saw the talents whispering in a low voice, and then he was dejected. He said that scholars were hypocritical. There were so many so-called talents, but they all praised them with a compliment. They all looked like their wife was snatched up, just listening to the song. As for this?

Of course, the rich people didn't understand these things, but they just shut up when they saw the talented people, and they could only admit that he had met.

Miss Yanran stared at Fang Zheng with interest, her bright eyes flashing, - Did she fall in love with me? Fang Zheng unconsciously straightened his waist a little, feeling a little proud. When he looked in the mirror, Fang Zheng knew that he had the capital to be favored by the girl, and now he was unfortunate enough to say that.

Miss Yanran turned her head and whispered something to the maid next to her, then turned around and retreated. From the time she appeared to leave, she never said a word to these talented and rich men from beginning to end. It was so cool.

The fat man patted Fang Zheng on the shoulder and said with a sigh: "I have known Brother Fang for so long, and I still feel that you are unfathomable. I am deeply impressed by my brother. Today, Brother Fang took the lead with his real skills and could also give others nothing to say." After saying that, he sneered and looked around, facing everyone's jealous and unwilling gazes, his complacent feeling was beyond words.

Fang Zheng was a little puzzled, what are you proud of? It’s not you who will enter the boudoir later.

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