Datang: Changle, I really don’t have any private money for my husband

Chapter 75 Love Poetry
"Everyone, this is Qingying, the oiran of our Miaoyinfang!"

On the stage, the shopkeeper of Miaoyinfang was very satisfied with the expressions of everyone below, and introduced to everyone with a faint smile on his face.

Naturally, everyone would not doubt it. Just this appearance is more convincing than any evidence.

They still stared blankly at the figure above, although there was only one oiran Qingying, they competed with so many people, and the chance of being favored was slim.

But maybe that person is me?

This is their heartfelt wish, and this is the marketing strategy of the shopkeeper of Miaoyinfang.

When the oiran Qingying came out, even if they didn't become the guests of the curtain, they would not be disappointed to see such a beauty.

What's more, Miaoyinfang is not the only girl in Huakui.

No matter what, the shopkeeper was making a lot of money just for the entrance fee, so he was naturally grinning from ear to ear.

"Nowadays, Huakui Qingying wants to find a guest to enter the curtain. I wonder which son will be lucky enough to be the guest to enter the curtain?"

"Let's wait and see!"

Liu Sheng looked at the blue shadow on the stage from below, and couldn't help but feel amazed.

Originally, Princess Changle was already pretty enough, but unexpectedly, this blue shadow was not inferior at all.

It's just that Liu Sheng, who has met many people in later generations, did not have the feeling of being shocked by heaven and man.

After all, he is the master who has seen and eaten, at best it can be regarded as amazing, but this is not the case.

It is no exaggeration to say that such gestures are rare.

Someone couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly asked loudly below:
"Shopkeeper, how can I become the guest of this Qingying lady?"

"Yes, shopkeeper, we have money, if we can become the guest of Lady Qingying, no matter how much money we give, it will be worth it!"

"Shopkeeper, we can't wait!"

"Yes, shopkeeper, let's start!"

They kept yelling, and from the way they looked at Hua Kui Qingying like a wolf, it could be seen that these old perverts were already flocking to her.

The shopkeeper was very satisfied with this effect, he nodded with a smile.

Although the words of these guests lowered this elegant event by more than one level, since the essence of their brothel is to make money, even if Miaoyinfang is a more advanced brothel, he can't break the rules.

He smiled and pressed the palms of both hands, and said loudly:
"Everyone, you all know the rules of our Miaoyinfang. If you want to be the guest of the oiran Qingying, it is not to see if you can pass the test of the Qingying lady!"

"If you can pass Miss Qingying's test, you will naturally be the guest of Lady Qingying, but these are all determined by Lady Qingying."

As soon as his words fell, the old perverts below were all moved when they heard it, they were comparing who was richer just now, and now they started comparing Gaoya again.

"Miss Qingying, come up with a question quickly. I am familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and I have been good at poetry since I was a child!"

"Extremely extreme, my son is not too shy in poetry and songs!"

"Fart, what kind of virtue do you two have? I don't know this son. You dare to come out and show off if you don't know a few big characters. This son is a rich man. You should go find other girls. The Qingying lady will belong to me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you have learned a lot, why haven't you been a scholar for so many years?"

Seeing the beatings and beatings below, the shopkeeper gave Qingying a wink and retreated.

"Let's ask Miss Qingying to speak."

With a smile on her face, Qingying said with a voice like the sounds of nature, "Everyone, please listen to the little girl!"

All the old men who were arguing and comparing fell silent, and looked up at the blue shadow above.

"Miss Qingying, please come up with the question quickly."

"Extremely great!"

Everyone booed again, only Li Shimin, Liu Sheng and a few others did not speak, but watched silently.

Qingying stood on it, smiled slightly, and said softly:
"Misters, don't be in a hurry, the little girl will come up with the question right now."

She looked around for a week, with a smug smile on her face, "The guest of the little girl must be the person she admires."

"So, my little girl, I invite all your husbands to come up with a poem with the theme of love within a stick of incense. Whoever has the best poem, my little girl will invite that gentleman into the little girl's boudoir to narrate it!"

In an instant, the enthusiasm of the old perverts below was mobilized.

"Miss Qingying, wait a moment, I will write a song for you right now!"

"Just brag, you, a few nouveau riche who can't read big characters, dare to speak such wild words!"

"It's so funny, I despise it!"

"Stop arguing, I still want to think about poetry!"

The shopkeeper below looked at this scene with a constant smile on his face, just for this effect.

The reputation of Miaoyinfang has been spread, even wider than he imagined.

It even reached Li Shimin's ears, and even he himself was at the scene, already thinking hard.

Cheng Yaojin and his son looked at each other in blank dismay, they didn't know if they were pretending to think about it, or if they should give up as soon as possible.

But it's all here, anyway, it's not their money this time.

Thinking about it this way, the three of them felt much better, which made them all heave a sigh of relief.

Seeing the people around them racking their brains, the three of them felt very refreshed, after all, they didn't even bother to think.

At this moment, Cheng Chumo found that even the emperor Li Shimin was racking his brains, and the old eunuch beside him was even muttering something, obviously helping His Majesty.

Only Liu Sheng sat on the side, without the slightest movement, even still looking contented.

This made him a little surprised, and he couldn't help but leaned closer and asked:

"Brother Liu, have you given up already?"

Before Liu Sheng could speak, Cheng Chumo began to speak on his own:
"Brother Liu, anyway, we have no hope, and your mentality is okay."

"This oiran doesn't look good at all. We are sons-in-law, and the princess at home is already attractive enough. We don't like this brothel girl at all."

"Do you think so, brother Liu can see it!"

Li Shimin at the side turned his head when he heard the words, with doubts in his eyes.

He was still thinking about poetry with all his heart just now, after all, he really wanted to enter the boudoir of Huakui Qingying, as a rich talent, not as an emperor.

However, this Liu Sheng didn't show the slightest sign?
Something is wrong, otherwise what is he doing here?
We are all men, can't it be shy, or are you here to have a look and see the world?
Li Shimin knew Liu Sheng's level, so he was even more confused.

At this moment, he saw Liu Sheng get up suddenly.