The green curtains flutter and the colorful curtains are swaying. The annual courtesan conference is held as scheduled on March 1st.

This is a grand event. Not to mention that people from the capital come to watch, even many people from other places have come here to see the charm of the capital and the beauty of the courtesan.

On the banks of the Chunchou River, a colorful shed performance platform has been set up. This platform is very wide, with seven or eight houses in the size of a house.

Among them, there are 100 pear blossom armchairs placed on the east, west and north sides, which are for 300 judges to sit on.

There are dozens of square stools placed on the left to the south, which are the seats of the heads of various music halls, and on the right are the musicians sitting on the right.

There are many curtains on the side of the river below the stage, which are the places where the participating families wait for the venue.

The judges come up from the steps to the south, and the people in the music hall come up from the north, so they must not be confused.

At this time, Su Haoyi saw that there were much more lively than in previous years, and there were so many people.

Nephrite said from the side: "This year is very lively, so there are naturally more people coming. I thought that there must be more judges than in previous years."

As he was speaking, the officers and soldiers who came to maintain order shouted: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

It turned out that several judges had arrived. Su Haoyi looked at these people and she recognized them all. There were masters of painting, masters of folk art, and famous calligraphy scholars.

After a while, another group of people came, including Confucian businessmen, poets, hermits, and several of them were new faces. I don’t know if they were newly invited this year or those who had not come in previous years.

There was also a monk among them, whom everyone recognized, and his Dharma name was called Yeran.

In fact, there is nothing strange about this. The Great Xia Kingdom worships Buddhism and monks have a high status. Except for officials above the second grade and above who do not send posts, other famous scholars and celebrities can be invited, but they only send them, and whether they come or not is up to me.

"How did the master step into the mortal world today?" Mr. Wu Ya also asked with a smile while judging.

They have good personal relationships on weekdays and often talk to each other.

Master Leran looked calm and light, and bowed with one hand and said, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is color."

Wu Ya smiled and said, "It turns out that the master can see thoroughly!"

Just as the group of people passed, another person came over.

Su Haoyi happened to look over and was shocked. It turned out to be Quan Qingshi!

He did not wear black today, but changed into a dark green robe, but he still had a cold air conditioning, with a tense face and a squinted look on the stage.

Because of his arrival, the noise of the crowd instantly became smaller. It seemed that the Living King of Hell was definitely not a false reputation.

However, the crowd soon became boiling again, and even louder sounds were heard. The crowd automatically separated a wider passage, and Sima Lantai came in white clothes, as if he had just pressed down from the ninth heaven to the clouds.

He is skilled in medical skills and compassionate in his heart. Although he has returned to Beijing for less than a year, his reputation is already very high and the people respect it.

Before Su Haoyi could recover from the shock just now, Sima Lantai's arrival surprised her even more.

Although I had known that Jiaofangsi would send him Xihua's post, I thought he wouldn't come.

Many people met Sima Lantai for the first time and praised: "It's better to meet than to be famous! This time it's a good trip!"

Sima Lantai looked calm, but she didn't look arrogant, so she came to the stage calmly.

Then some judgments arrived one after another, and indeed dozens of people were more than in previous years. Only twenty seats were empty. Some of the 2020 people who had not come were not in the capital, and some were delayed by some of the homes.

"Have you heard it? The songs in Liangxiaoyuan were composed by Mr. Feng Xiao!" Su Haoyi heard someone beside him say.

"Hasn't Mr. Feng Xiao been in Yunyou? He has been in Kyoto for a long time." Some people expressed doubts.
Chapter completed!