The Hibiscus Pond was so crowded that not a single piece of furniture could be moved, so lunch was held on the painted boat.

Fortunately, Manager Fang had foresight and sent several chefs on board with the ingredients, so there was no need to worry about neglecting Mr. Zhao's friends.

Just as the banquet was about to begin, Xuelang appeared on the pleasure boat.

As soon as he appeared, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed. Some shouted, "Master, you have a new lipstick mark on your face!"

Xuelang did not answer, but asked the maid to put a round stool between Zhao Hao and Hua Bozhen, and said to the cook: "Hurry, I am in a hurry, give me some food. A bowl of egg and shredded pork noodles, don't beat the eggs, don't put shredded pork, and don't add chopped green onions and coriander."

"Isn't that just boiled noodles in water?" Everyone burst into laughter and said, "Strange, you, a flower monk, don't keep the vow of chastity, but insist on being a vegetarian."

Xuelang opened his eyes wide with an innocent look and said, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this..."

"What do you mean innocent? I saw you staying overnight at Zhang Xiao'e's house the day before yesterday." Everyone laughed and said, "You must have been stealing a lot of women recently."

Xuelang then said sternly, "I am just here to stay. Don't talk nonsense and insult the innocence of a prostitute... A monk should not be tempted by a woman's beauty. This is the way of cultivation. Do you understand?"

"I think it's a double cultivation..." Everyone laughed: the pleasure boat was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"What a bunch of vulgar mortals." Xuelang shook his head and sighed, then turned to Zhao Hao and said, "Only Mr. Zhao in this world can understand me."

Zhao Hao's eyelids twitched, and he laughed dryly and said, "You have made great efforts this time, so I won't join in the fun."

"Then how does Mr. Zhao thank me?" Xuelang immediately came up with a shameless face.

But Zhao Hao had already turned his head to the other side and said to Zhang Dongguan, "Old Master, your three-year term will be over next year. What are your plans?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it's three years and three years." Zhang Dongguan took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes and said comfortably: "I am the magistrate of Shangyuan County, and I would not change it even if I were given a minister."

"Oh, I see." Zhao Hao smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to speak again, Xuelang interrupted him and said:

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, I forgot to tell you something important..."

Zhao Hao secretly cursed his bad luck, knowing that nothing good was going to happen.

He turned back helplessly and asked unkindly, "What's the matter?"

"It's like this." Xuelang cleared his throat and said, "Before, I saw that the ladies were not interested in this first Lotus Terrace Fairy Meeting, so I boldly announced that those who made the list this time could toast to Mr. Zhao and ask for a poem. That's why so many people signed up all of a sudden. Many famous ladies came down one after another, not for anything else, just to get a poem from Mr. Zhao. My lord is magnanimous, he will not let the ladies down, right?"

"Do you think I'm a cow that can be milked if you squeeze it?" Zhao Hao opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. There are thirty-six female historians in the main volume, the secondary volume and the secondary volume. Is this the rhythm of squeezing myself dry all at once?

"That's a good idea!" Hua Bozhen's friends started to cheer, clapping their hands and saying, "The dragon needs the finishing touch. Otherwise, this won't be enough to show that this is the most important event in Xiandu!"

"If the young master gives poems to the twelve golden hairpins one by one, and then asks the painter to draw their portraits and hang them in the Tianxiang Pavilion beside Furong Lake, then this Lotus Terrace Fairy Meeting will definitely be the holy ceremony of the Flower Kingdom, unparalleled! All the Qinhuai Oirans will have to give up!"

"That's right, young master, just grit your teeth and accept it! This is a move that will go down in history. People hundreds of years from now will still admire you for your unparalleled elegance today!"

"The ladies have never combed their cages..."

"Donor Zhao, you can't go back on your word." Xuelang also joined in the fun.

"What did I promise?" Zhao Hao now felt that the longest road he had walked was Xuelang's routine. How could he choose an oiran? He was simply luring the enemy in, catching the turtle in the urn, and squeezing out his pitiful stock.

"No matter what, morale should be boosted, not dampened. Donor Zhao, you can't ruin your own Lotus Platform Fairy Meeting." Xuelang said with a look of "I'm doing this for your own good," "Donor Zhao, just obey me."

Seeing that he was in a difficult situation, Zhao Hao could only reluctantly say, "No more than twelve."

"Deal!" Xuelang agreed immediately, fearing that he would regret it, he said, "The second volume will be completed by me and Donor Tu, and Donor Zhao only needs to concentrate on thinking about the twelve poems in the main volume. See, I still love you, don't I?"

"Thank you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and didn't want to say a word to him.

Xuelang said happily: "Now I can publish another volume of The Golden Hairpin Collection for Mr. Zhao. Three years after The First Encounter Collection, it is finally continued."

After saying this, he slowly finished his plain noodles, then said goodbye in a dashing manner and returned to the water platform to announce the good news to the ladies!

Hearing the surprised screams of a woman coming from the water platform, Master Zhao knew that he had to work hard now.

He quickly searched his brain and silently searched his inventory. Alas, I'm sorry, Mr. Huang and Mr. Na, I can only take advantage of you...

Fortunately, there are a lot of hair.

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In fact, even without the prizes promised by Master Zhao, the competition in the afternoon would have been even more intense.

The thirty-six top female historians were divided into twelve groups according to their rankings in the morning.

Each group of three people will perform their talents in turn, and then the audience will throw golden flowers to decide the ranking. The first place will be included in the main list, the second place will be included in the secondary list, and the third place will only be included in the secondary list.

This not only takes care of the women who ranked higher in the previous round, allowing them to be assigned relatively weaker opponents, but also gives the women who ranked lower a chance for a fair duel, allowing them to fight back and not let the game lose suspense early.

So even though the number of players in the afternoon competition was much smaller, 150,000 golden flowers were still thrown out, which almost made Zhang Dongguan go crazy with joy.

Before dark, the candidates for the main, secondary and third volumes of the Twelve Golden Hairpins were decided.

As night fell, the final part of the Lotus Platform Fairy Meeting finally arrived.

Amid the melodious sound of the flute, a huge white curtain rose above the water platform, attracting the attention of the people.

People were talking about it when suddenly two bright beams of light were projected onto the screen.

Then they saw a scene that they would never forget. A huge poster of the two ladies was projected on the screen... Oh no, a huge detailed portrait of them.

"It's Wang Yuer and Yang Zhenzhen!" They all exclaimed.

"It's actually moving!" A startled voice echoed throughout the lotus pond. "Wang Yu'er is smiling at me, and Miss Yang is dancing!"

The music changed, the sound of a piano rang out, and the screen changed to the images of two other ladies as if by magic, still lifelike animated pictures... some were cool and beautiful, some were passionate, some were quiet and some were smart, all of them captured the moments that best highlighted their beauty.

"Qi Shuangshuang and Ai Ai'er!"

"Jiang Yuer and Wang Caiji!"

"Jiang Wenxian and Zhang Nuer!"

"Chen Yuying and Tuo Shiniang!"

"Zhao Jinyan and Gu Yunqing!"

These are the Twelve Beauties of Jinling selected at this Lotus Terrace Immortal Meeting.

If it weren't for the fact that the female historians were still standing on the stage, people would really think that they were included in the "Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State".

"This is a magic trick! It is truly a genuine Lotus Platform Immortal Meeting, no exaggeration at all!" At this moment, everyone prostrated themselves, feeling that they had witnessed a grand occasion unprecedented in the ages.

At this time, the craftsmen took out thousands of colorful lanterns hidden in the water platform and hung them around the water platform. After lighting them one by one, they immediately became colorful and emitting clouds and mist, dazzling the eyes.

In the Furong Pond, hundreds of pleasure boats were hung with sheep-horn lanterns that linked head to tail like strings of beads. Together with the countless lights of the restaurants on the shore, they illuminated the Furong Lake as bright as day, and the lights looked like neon lights, making it a fairyland on earth.

The competition to rank the Twelve Golden Hairpins has begun.

The decision-making power of this round returned to the hands of the literati and celebrities. This is also the tricky part of the organizers. The two local tycoons dominated the two games during the day, and it was good to make a lot of money, but the smell of money was too strong. If they continued to rely on money to rank at night, it would inevitably be too much, and their reputation would be damaged in the future, which would be bad.

Therefore, this evening's event has nothing to do with money. It all depends on the evaluation of celebrities to determine the rankings, so as to dilute the smell of money. And only when the writers have the final decision-making power can they feel comfortable and help to praise. Only then can they write about it and spread the word, making the Lotus Terrace Fairy Meeting famous throughout the country and lasting for a long time.

Furthermore, as long as they are listed in the Twelve Golden Hairpins, the ladies will have similar status and reputation in the future, and there is no need to compete to the death for who is first and who is second. This is exactly the original intention of the organizers, to make the pie bigger and share the benefits equally.

Therefore, the tense and impetuous atmosphere of the day suddenly dissipated, and the water platform returned to its previous calm and elegant tone when evaluating famous prostitutes.

The twelve golden hairpins took turns to perform on stage. The first one to go on stage was Wang Yuer, who sat on the stage, opened her red lips, and sang a song "Qing Yu An".

The sounds of nature make the listeners intoxicated, the sound of phoenix flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. I searched for her among the crowd for thousands of times, and when I turned around suddenly, she was there in the dim light.

After Wang Yuer finished her performance, she walked lightly along the newly built "Magpie Bridge" to the pleasure boat facing the water platform to listen to the verdicts given by the celebrities.

I only heard Hongbao Lay Buddhist… oh no, Hongbao Lay Buddhist Tu Longpin said: “The beauty of Yinglou was originally named Jade, and the fairy of Yaodao was once the king!”

In a moment, these two sentences of verdict were projected next to her personal portrait on the screen.

"This is a really high evaluation. It seems like it will be no problem for Miss Yu'er to top the list this time!" The eagerly awaited audience said one after another, and continued to wait eagerly.

At this time, everyone knew that Zhao Hao, the fig leaf of the Ming poetry world, would give poems to the Twelve Golden Hairpins! This was the finishing touch!

After Wang Yuer thanked Tu Long, she walked lightly to Master Zhao who was sitting at the top, bowed and greeted him, then took the wine glass offered by the maid, held it in her slender hands, and presented it to Master Zhao.

"I beg you to show me your favor and give me the immortal poem. I am willing to offer you my bed and bed, but I have no way to repay you."