The joy lasted for a few days. As the number of women on the stage decreased, the mood of the audience became higher and higher!
There were only nine women left. Here, they would decide the final three winners. In fact, they were the last three winners of the square. These women were just the representatives of the square. A small part of their strength came from their beauty, and a large part of their strength came from the many scholars in the square.
In Taigu, there was one thing that Lou Xiaoyi admired. The Taoists didn't completely turn everything under their rule into a pure cultivation system that focused on cultivation. They had a good balance. Cultivators had a step to progress, scholars and businessmen had their own social status, which was not easy.
Just for this point, Lou Xiaoyi was willing to help them maintain this system for a longer time, because he didn't dare to imagine what would become of such a beautiful world after adding Buddhist elements.
At least, the pink skeletons wouldn't have such an opportunity anymore, right? Life would lose its original color …
The nine women were basically sixteen years old. They were young and in the prime of their lives. They couldn't be said to be peerless beauties, but they had their own youthful aura, which made the crowd below go crazy.
Now, it was no longer a competition of the beauty of the women, but a pure competition between the square. There was no reason for them to give in.
Among the nine people, only one was slightly embarrassed. She was very beautiful, but she was a little older, and her body was a little plump … In fact, she wasn't that much older, but there was a big difference between a twenty-year-old woman and a group of twenty-eight-year-old girls. Plump wasn't bloated, it was just that the part that should be big was bigger …
This was the representative of the official square in the city. For the noble families, their wives and concubines certainly couldn't participate in this kind of folk entertainment. This was a matter of face! Of course, it was impossible to send a maid or something, because it didn't represent the official square's lineage!
Therefore, they found a widow who had just lost her husband. She had the status and appearance, but without support, she had to stand out and let people point at her.
Things like this were purely dependent on one's mentality. If one thought that this was a game between neighbors, then one would naturally be able to let go. The more one let go, the more beautiful it would be. If one took all this as a humiliation, then one would be more restrained. The more restrained one was, the more petty one would be. It was a vicious cycle.
The reason why she was able to reach this step was not because of how exquisite the prose was, but because of her identity as an official. She could not be eliminated prematurely! However, this was as far as they could go. The next step would be the real battle. It was the best opportunity for the commoners to ignore the nobles. Their face would end here!
It was precisely because everyone understood the crux of the matter that at this stage, the eight girls beside her all had countless poems to offer, but she had none. Firstly, there were originally very few people in the Official District. Secondly, since she knew that she was destined to be eliminated, who would be willing to offer a poem to embarrass herself? Even the shills who had written the letter for her in the beginning had changed their names, and no one cared about whether she was embarrassed or not.
This was a happy day. Of course, he had to enjoy himself to the fullest and not make things difficult for himself!
No one felt that there was anything wrong with this. Choosing such a woman from the Official District to participate in the competition meant that there was a certain result.
There were still poems being offered continuously. Their targets were the eight beautiful young girls. When there was a good poem, the host would even recite it loudly, winning waves of applause from below. It had to be said that the literary literacy of the people of Taigu was quite high. Whether a poem was good or bad, they did not need anyone to teach them. They had their own fair judgment.
In the crowd, Lou Xiaoyi, who did not attract the attention of others, sighed! Of course, it was not because he pitied her. After cultivating for more than eight hundred years, he had killed countless people. He had long since forgotten what a soft heart was. It was impossible for him to feel emotional just because of a small episode in the mortal world!
What he saw was that in the depths of the woman's wide sleeves, against her snow-white wrist, there was a small string of faint Buddhist beads bracelet!
The faith of Buddhism was so pervasive! When people were frustrated, they would immediately find sustenance because of it!
He believed that this was not organized. Under the blockade of Taoism and the real isolation of the Four Seasons Barrier, it was impossible for there to be an organized belief system. He was afraid that it was scattered and specious, like the seeds of a dandelion, floating with the wind and taking root immediately. It was impossible to guard against and impossible to eliminate!
This was not the only case. There were countless of them. This was the deep reason why Taoism did not dare to reset the four seasons. How could there be a Nirvana where everyone was happy? This was the reason why Buddhism was widespread in the mortal world! Even if Taoism had done its best in governing the mainland and even gave up the right to treat Taoism as the only way to advance in the mainland.
Those who were watching the show were sincere. He could not control all the people who were frustrated and wanted to find sustenance, but at least he could control the one in front of him.
He took a piece of rice paper that could be seen everywhere and thought about what he should copy from the limited memories of his previous life … In the last round, the topic of the poem was to praise the beauty of a woman. It was the simplest, most direct, and most to the point.
It was just that in the Taigu Domain, the people were honest and sincere, simple and kind. The metaphors in their poems were all based on the plants and insects that were close to them in their daily lives. They had a rustic feel to them, but they were apt and lively!
In such a literary atmosphere, it was not appropriate to copy the exquisite poems of his previous life. It seemed pretentious, pretentious, and unnatural. If he wanted to copy, he could only copy … Unfortunately, he had never remembered a complete poem!
Finally, the talents dried up and ran out of words. The snowflake-like poems from before gradually stopped. Every woman was given at least ten poems. The old pedants picked those that used beautiful words, had profound meanings, and opened up new paths, and then recited them one by one. The louder the cheers that a woman received, the more likely that she would become one of the three winners.
Only the slightly older woman, who was at a loss of what to do, was still standing on the stage, enduring the awkwardness, hoping that everything would end quickly. Fortunately, she did not come out empty-handed. After all, there was still a poem that had been delivered to her.
One poem, compared to others, was not even a fraction, but to her, it had a different meaning!
It was respect! It was acknowledgment!
In the end, one of the old pedants could not bear it and picked up the rice paper beside her. He looked at it, thought for a moment, read it again, and tasted it again. His two tufts of beard curled up.
When the surroundings quieted down, he could not help but recite loudly:
Her hands were soft, her skin was smooth, her collar was smooth, her teeth were sharp, her eyebrows were beautiful, her smile was beautiful, and her eyes were filled with longing …
Beautiful? Translated, it means: You are so beautiful. Your hands are as soft as grass, your skin is as smooth as lard, your neck is as long and white as a worm, your teeth are as neat as the seeds of a gourd, your forehead is as big as the head of a cicada, and your eyebrows are like the whiskers of a moth … ….
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