Lin Weiran walked towards the stairs. When he passed Hua Yingrong's table, he glared at Hua Yingrong with anger.

Hua Yingrong sat there quietly and elegantly while continuing to use tea. But after Lin Qingran walked past, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a hint of cunning flashed across her eyes.

As a business genius who has been rigorously tempered by the mall since childhood, if you want to do something well, you will naturally consider all factors and prepare corresponding remedial measures in advance.

"The imperial envoy has disembarked!"

A scholar saw Lin Weiran walking towards the stairs and immediately said loudly.

As the news came, the scholars around him seemed very excited and turned their eyes to the lucky ship located in the center.

The focus of this courtesan competition should have belonged to the twelve brothel women with different figures. However, as Lin Weiran walked towards the stairs, he snatched the limelight from the twelve brothel women, and it naturally became the focus of the audience.

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Lin Qingran emerged as a "bamboo gentleman" and then shocked the world with his "six yuan in a row", and then won the reputation of "Lin Qingtian" with his iron fist.

Now he is only twenty-two years old, he has become the left deputy censor of the Censorate and has become the imperial envoy of the Yan inspector.

There is one guitar in a year, but there is only one guitar in the world. Not to mention ten years, even a hundred years, it is rare to see such a legendary figure at once, so it is naturally more attractive than the guitar.

"Does the imperial envoy really want to write lyrics for Yu Ji?"

"It should be so. This girl Yu Ji is also smart!"

"Haha... it's the imperial envoy who is kind and righteous, and wants to raise more disaster relief funds for the people of Yangzhou!"

...

When the scholars heard that Lin Weiran had gone downstairs, their faces looked incredible, and they started to talk. In particular, some scholars recovered from the blow just now and had already looked forward to Lin Weiran's poems.

Not long after, Lin Xuran came downstairs and boarded a small boat directly.

The boatman of the boat had been taken over by Lin Fu. He sat on the bow and held the oars and grinned at Lin Qingran. When Lin Qingran got on the boat, he rowed steadily towards the water pavilion.

However, in the clutch next to him who was responsible for delivering flowers and items, the two boatmen quietly exchanged a wink.

"Which is he singing this?"

"That girl is smart, Lin Weiran has to come up for her reputation!"

"Haha...what is the use of writing any poem? Isn't this courtesan competing for poetry?"

...

The merchants and squire of the flower boat on Chen Boren's side saw Lin Weiran really going to the stage, but some people were confused about it, but some immediately gave an explanation, and more people were gloating.

Not to mention whether Lin Qingran could write good poems, even if he really created good poems, it would not be a candidate for the courtesan. Everyone knows that the candidate he supported could not get the courtesan, and he was defeated by the Duke of Wei.

Amid the attention of everyone, Lin Qingran went to the water pavilion through the boat and stepped directly onto the huge stage.

Twelve brothel women with different temperaments looked at Lin Weiran appearing. Even the Xianglan was still hiding in secret with the imperial envoy, and they all meant to recommend themselves to the pillow table.

Lin Weiran is now the third-rank Zuo Deputy Censor, who is not only a handsome young man, but also a talented man with amazing talent. He also has a supreme position and is naturally the object of the brothel women.

If they could get the favor of this imperial envoy, they would not only jump out of the quagmire of brothels in one fell swoop, but also live a life of a superior person from now on, but the gains would not be comparable to that of a little courtesan.

"Minister Qilan (Lanxiang, Yuji), I have met the imperial envoy!"

Twelve top brothel women in Yangzhou came forward one after another and politely spoke to Lin Qingran.

"Misses, there is no need to be polite!"

Lin Weiran's face was as usual and responded lightly.

It was different from the painting boat just now. At this time, he looked at the twelve top beauties up close, especially when he smelled the fragrance on their bodies. Even if he was as calm as him, he still felt distracted when he came to the beauty village.

"I wonder if the imperial envoy is willing to help the little woman?" Yu Ji threw out the previous question in public again, but because of Lin Qiran's official power, his voice was obviously much smaller.

Although the audience around him had some speculations, they also looked at Lin Qingran nervously, all eager for Lin Qingran to give an accurate answer.

"If the imperial envoy can write poems for the little girl, the little girl can also donate all the income today to disaster relief!" Miss Li Keke from Chunyu Tower gritted her teeth and suddenly stood up and asked.

Huh?

Everyone was slightly stunned when they faced this sudden small change. This was undoubtedly a small variable. Things had become complicated, which tests Lin Yanran's urgent wisdom.

Oh……

Xu Weiju kept sitting on the pleasure boat and looked here, and then he laughed gloatingly.

"If Miss Yu Ji is so kind, why don't this imperial envoy help you!" Lin Qiran looked at Yu Ji gently, turned his head to Li Keke and said lightly: "Miss Keke, I only have this song!"

Although his face always kept a smile, when his eyes fell on Li Keke, Li Keke immediately felt a sense of suffocation and felt the majesty of this superior.

Her move just now was undoubtedly an opportunistic approach, and even intentionally made things difficult for Lin Qinran. How could she get Lin Qinran's good face?

Other brothel women are also ready to move, but when they see this situation, they choose to remain silent. After all, even if they donate money to provide disaster relief, Lin Qingran did not get any benefits, and they clearly follow the trend and make it difficult for Lin Qingran to do so.

"Haha... It is a great blessing to see the poems of the imperial envoy in this courtesan competition. You should not be stingy with the flowers you are here!" Zhao Yuanwai learned that Lin Weiran really agreed to write poems for Miss Yu Ji, and he would soon make this one

The news was announced loudly and the ticket canvassing was taken.

Lin Qingran looked at Mr. Zhao indifferently and directly ordered: "Mr. Zhao, prepare your pen and ink!"

"Yes!" Zhao Yuanwai nodded repeatedly and immediately asked someone to move the desk directly in front of Lin Weiran.

Twelve brothel women have heard of Lin Shiran's poems. They almost all know how to sing "Mulan Ci", and then they also took a step forward, wondering what new poems Lin Shiran would have released.

"Sir, thank you for your generous gift just now. I will give you inkstones and ink!" Qilan, however, did not have any jealousy and took the initiative to show her attention and said diligently.

Lin Weiran nodded gently and responded gently: "Miss Qilan, I'm working hard!"

Today he is dressed in a scholarly outfit. When he reached out to hold the pen, he felt a scholarly spirit. He looked towards the painting boat in front of him and seemed to be very serious about ink, and then wrote two on the white rice paper.

One word.

The sweetest voice in the audience was Miss Chen Wanwan from Cuizhulou. At this time, she stood in a good position and looked at the two words generated on the rice paper, and then helped to recite: "Yangzhou".
Chapter completed!