They all want me to be the villain

Mingyue Tower is different from its counterparts in that the architectural style inside is not hollow and tower-shaped, but becomes more luxurious as you go up.

Instead, it is divided into four areas, southeast, northwest, and each area has its own characteristics, which are called Qinqi, calligraphy and painting. Among the four areas of Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, each area has four oirans.

Among them, the West District is the first class, dedicated to serving dignitaries.

The students from White Horse Academy go to the East District. There is a unique thing in the East District, which is called: "Playing the flute will make you forget the world of mortals. The sound of the piano is the most ecstatic."

The Qin District is the place where guests are entertained on the first floor. The door facing the atrium is wide open, with pink gauze hanging to the ground, and you can vaguely see the happy scene inside.

Dozens of guests sat in the hall, in groups of twos and threes, drinking, composing poems, and singing. When they were enjoying themselves, they took out their hands wrapped in snow-white and pointed to the country.

The second floor of the Qin District is a private room. From time to time, a guest in the lobby feels sorry for the ragged girl next to him and takes her away from the second floor.

A maid lifted up the hanging veil and led Su Ye and Liu Che in. Everyone turned their heads to see who the two new brothers were. The moon-white scholar's shirt came into view. Some people looked at it with disdain, while others handed it over.

Make a bow.

Su Ye recalled in his mind what the resident priest in Hongliu Lane said when he was showing off to others. He put on a friendly smile on his face and tried to look like a veteran.

"I'm the Imperial Academy's student, Zi Jianghe, and I've met all of you dear friends."

"Imperial Imperial College Mo Bei."

The expressions of the people present were all different. Some of them had fathers who were officials in the imperial court, and some of them were already rich scholars wearing luxurious Confucian robes. Their status as Imperial College was not enough for them to flatter them.

Looking at each other and smiling is considered a gift in return.

One group of people was different. They all turned their heads and looked at Su Ye and Su Ye with scrutinizing eyes.

White Horse Academy and the Imperial College have been enemies since ancient times. It is rumored that the old dean of White Horse Academy was once a priest of the Imperial Academy, but was later framed by a despicable villain, so he established White Horse Academy out of anger.

The old dean hated the Imperial College, and students like them, if not sharing the same hatred, at least followed suit.

It seems that there is something very wrong with the people at White Horse Academy. A remote academy is trying every means to increase its reputation and actually brainwashes students to hate the Imperial College.

Su Ye and Liu Che looked at each other, walked to the front and sat down. When they raised their heads, they could see the people from White Horse Academy.

Su Ye ignored the hateful look. Although he was curious about why Liang Qingshan was so important to White Horse Academy, his eyes did not go where he wanted to go. Instead, he focused on the center of the hall, wearing white clothes and playing the pipa.

on the girl.

As soon as the song ended, Su Ye applauded in style. This skillful operation made Liu Che feel that Su Ye was a regular guest here.

"I didn't expect that the little girl would be so lucky today to meet the literary stars of the Imperial College and White Horse Academy on her birthday."

"It turns out that today is Miss Qiuyue's birthday. I am in a hurry, so I can only compose a poem to celebrate Miss Qiuyue."

"I'll go first."

"What do you know, you illiterate dandy?"

Qiuyue's eyebrows are smiling, her beautiful eyes are as tender as water, and her skin can be broken by blows, making people subconsciously refute Ai Lian's words.

"This Qiuyue girl should be the oiran lady in this Qin District."

Judging from the facial features alone, she was pure and unpolluted. The candlelight turned her hair into gold, making her look charming in an instant. Among the people Su Ye had seen, this courtesan was only better than Xiao Ruo after she had grown her hair.

"Enthralled? I haven't forgotten you yet..."

Of course, Su Ye was not imagining that he had clairvoyant eyes, so he couldn't take his eyes away, but he actually saw what this chapter said in the oiran.

〖Then the question is, her stage name is Qiuyue, is her real name Ai Li?〗

〖Ai Li? You are so sexy!〗

〖Feel the deep father’s love.〗

〖The last time I was in the group, I was still pretending to be a newbie, but it was clear that every t-shirt was filled.〗

〖The golden retriever appeared so early? If it hadn’t been for the second brush, I would have thought it was the heroine.〗

〖It turns out that Tai showed up upstairs so early.〗

〖I will always be a loyal believer of Grandma Yuyou.〗

〖Miss Qiuyue, you don’t want people to know that you are Taishangshang’s person.〗

〖This island country netizen, please restrain yourself.〗

〖Can the things done by scholars be called plagiarism if they are so vulgar? That is called showing one's holiness in front of others.〗

〖It poisoned me to death. Why is there such a section of copying poems in this book? Just copy it and forget about it. No normal person would do this. It’s too stupid. I’ll give it up.

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〖I like this poem very much, but Qiuyue shouldn’t be titled autumn, why did it go to Zhulanmei.〗

〖Plum, what kind of plum, what kind of plum!〗

〖I have yellow urine, I come first.〗

Taishangshanglou, Su Ye recited it silently in his mind, but it still had no impact. From the major academies in Daxia, as well as those long-disappeared sects, there was no information about the words Taishangshanglou.

I thought that after Liang Qingshan's death, only White Horse Academy might have accidents, but I didn't expect that there would be other forces.

In this case... Su Ye's eyes became firm. He must not let his guard down until it was completely over.

"Is it really that beautiful?"

"No, I'll tell you later, this place is not suitable."

Liu Che thought thoughtfully, everyone else had enlightenment in Longchang, or his brother was more reliable and enlightened in brothel.

"What are you reading? Can this be called poetry? One point, two points, three points, four points, that's nonsense. Don't show off your skills in front of Miss Qiuyue." A Chang'an local student from Baima Academy scolded.

"you……"

"Don't be angry, that person is Xu Yushi's legitimate son and cannot be offended."

Miss Qiuyue looked at it with a smile. The maid next to her saw that the atmosphere was not right, so she quickly said: "If everyone is like the wine orderer, taking turns to compose a poem with the theme of "Plum Blossoms", if the girl falls into the eyes of the girl, the maid will

Take the young master to the house and leave some writing."

The maid spoke for Miss Qiuyue, and the smiles on everyone's faces became even stronger. Ever since Miss Qiuyue became the oiran, no one has ever been able to be the guest of honor, with red sleeves adding fragrance.

"Please start!"

The people from White Horse Academy were the first to speak. If they could win the first prize in one fell swoop when they first arrived, it would be such an honor. They could brag about it for ten days and a half after returning to the academy, and they would be envious of those who didn't want to come.

Among the people present, they felt that the only two people from the Imperial College who could be their opponents were the only two people from the Imperial College. They found that these two people did not change their expressions after listening to it, and they continued to chat with each other.

Xu Dechao, the leader of the White Horse Academy student, began to get impatient. His classmates were no less talented than him. Although "masterpieces" appeared frequently, which made Miss Qiuyue cover her mouth and chuckle, most of the time Miss Qiuyue would look at the two men from the Imperial College.

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Xu Dechao raised his wine glass and said loudly: "It is fate that we are together. I am Xu Dechao from Baima Academy. I have heard that the students from the Imperial College are talented and I have admired you for a long time. Today is Miss Qiuyue. Why don't you two classmates compose a poem to let me see the world?

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Everyone is also curious about who is stronger, the people from Baima Academy or the Imperial College.

"Yes, everyone at White Horse Academy has already shown their talents, how can we in Chang'an lag behind others?"

Everyone started to boo, and Miss Qiuyue smiled: "Mr. Jiang, please don't please me."

Seeing the two of them standing there stunned for a long time without speaking, Xu Dechao was secretly happy. He didn't speak at all. It turned out that they were two paper tigers. He was worried in vain. In this case, he can't blame me.

Xu Dechao took a sip of wine and stood up again: "You two brothers are so reserved. It seems that I think we are not enough to make you open your mouth, so I will show my shame first. I hope you can give me some advice."

Imperial College, that’s all? At the critical moment, there’s not even a single boring person.

Xu Dechao picked up the jug and followed the example of the madman. When the wine fell on his face, he spoke: "Every year in the snow, I always put plum blossoms to get drunk..."

"This is not Yongmei. It is clearly expressing his sincerity and sincerity towards Miss Qiuyue." Someone at the table in White Horse Academy clapped their hands in praise.

"I am ashamed of myself."

Xu Dechao saw Miss Qiuyue murmuring the poem he had just composed. He felt confident and turned to look at Su Ye. His arrogance could not be concealed.

At this time, Miss Qiuyue stood up and said softly: "Mr. Xu is very talented. This little girl likes this poem about plum blossoms."

"The little girl will go ahead and prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones. After bathing and changing clothes, I hope to gain a few more sets of calligraphy today."

Miss Qiuyue left the first floor, and Xu Dechao smiled very happily.

The people present began to hate the iron. "You two idiots didn't steal the Confucian shirt from the Imperial College, did you? Why can't you hold back even a single word?"