Following the sound, two women entered the store.
The woman walking in front was wearing a green dress and was tall. Her face was covered with a gauze scarf, leaving only her eyes exposed.
Behind the woman is a woman dressed as a maid in a green skirt. Xu Ning knows this maid. Isn't this Qimeng's maid Qing Tao?
Is this woman in green Qimeng?
"Mr. Xu, please don't be surprised if Qimeng takes the liberty of visiting you." Qimeng Yingying bowed and her voice was as sweet as an oriole coming out of the valley.
It’s really a dream, I must have come here for last night’s poem.
After Qimeng finished speaking, she took off the gauze scarf on her face, and for a moment, the whole store seemed to light up.
A delicate and picturesque face appeared in front of Xu Ning, with eyebrows like distant daisies, eyes like autumn water, a high nose bridge, and full and shiny lips, as delicate as cherry petals.
With a smile on his face, he feels like a spring breeze.
Xu Ning just took one look and was amazed. The previous brothel women were also pretty, but compared with this woman, they were completely different.
Even Zhao Lingshuang, who Xu Ning thought was beautiful, pales in comparison.
Xu Ning has seen a lot of beauties. There are all kinds of beauties in short videos in modern society. Under the filter, there are almost no ugly ones.
But there is no comparison between those women and Qimeng.
This is true hibiscus coming out of clear water, and it is natural to remove the carvings.
Wang San and Li Daniu on the side looked straight in their eyes, wondering when they had ever seen such a beautiful girl.
Even Liang Wen next door was stunned.
Fortunately, although Xu Ning was stunning, she didn't lose her composure too much. She just sighed in her heart, no wonder this Qimeng can become the top star of Zuichun House. With her looks and temperament, she can instantly kill those brothel girls just now.
If we were in modern times, she would be a proper national goddess.
"Miss Qimeng, what do you want from me?" Xu Ning asked.
Qimeng said softly: "Last night Mr. Xu shocked the whole audience with his poem. Qi dreamed of meeting Mr. Xu, but unexpectedly Mr. Xu left early. Qimeng had no choice but to pay a visit to ask if the poem had a name. "
Xu Ning smiled and said: "I had something to do last night and I was in a hurry, so I forgot to leave the name of the card."
"Girl Qimeng wrote a poem with New Year's Day as the theme, so the name of this poem will be [Qingyu Case·New Year's Day]."
Qimeng smiled, which made Xu Ning's heart skip a beat. This girl's every smile was really touching.
"Mr. Xu, you left in a hurry last night. I wonder if you will have time tonight. I have prepared a small amount of wine and want to chat with you at night by candlelight."
If it were anyone else, upon hearing Qimeng's invitation, I'm afraid he would immediately agree. This is a piece of cake in the sky.
As mentioned before, although Qimeng is only the top name in Zuichunlou, she is very famous. Not only the talents in Yongping County know her, but also people in other counties know her.
How many people want to enter her boudoir, and those rich people spend a lot of money just to see Qimeng, but they may not be able to see her yet.
Now Qimeng personally invites Xu Ning to her boudoir and has a night chat by candlelight. This is a good thing that many people can only dream of.
Xu Ning was also a little moved, but thinking that he had promised Zhao Lingshuang to save Zhao Lingwu, he would have to return to modern society. It was better not to delay this matter. Although Zhao Lingwu was a martial arts practitioner and relied on his strong body to survive, he still It is better to treat it as soon as possible.
You can go to Qimeng's place anytime, there's no need to rush tonight.
He opened his mouth and said, "Miss Qimeng, I'm afraid I don't have time today. How about another day."
Qimeng was startled. She didn't expect Xu Ning to refuse. Qingtao on the side was a little unhappy. "Mr. Xu, do you know that my girl has never invited anyone on her own initiative..."
"Qingtao, shut up."
Qimeng scolded and said to Xu Ning with a smile: "Mr. Xu, although the poem last night was written at my poetry meeting, you left in a hurry. I don't know if this poem was meant for me."
You need to ask clearly about this. If it is not given to you and is publicized, it will be a joke.
Xu Ning was about to say yes when he suddenly remembered that last night in Zhao Lingshuang's room, he said that this poem was for Zhao Lingshuang, and now he said it was for Qimeng, which was inappropriate.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Miss Qimeng, the words I wrote last night were actually for a friend of mine."
"That's it..."
There was disappointment in Qimeng's eyes, but she heard Xu Ning say: "However, when I saw the girl today, I suddenly got inspiration, so I gave her a poem."
Qimeng's eyes suddenly lit up again, full of expectation.
But I heard Xu Ning say: "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, I would have met under the moon on Yaotai."
This is a poem by Li Bai, which describes the appearance and clothing of a woman, who is as beautiful as a fairy.
Qimeng's poetry skills are still very high, and she fell in love with her as soon as she heard it. Xu Ning was praising her beauty, and she was immediately elated. What could be more romantic than a compliment from poetry.
Just seeing him, he was able to compose such exquisite poems in such a short time. He was really a great talent, and I couldn't help but feel admiration for Xu Ning.
"I wonder if you can write this poem down, so that I can take it back and keep it."
This sentence made Xu Ning a little confused. He couldn't use the word "brother". He thought about it and said, "How about you write it and I name it?"
"Okay." Qimeng nodded.
Xu Ning asked Wang San to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write Qimeng. When Xu Ning saw it, the writing was so beautiful and clean. He couldn't bear to write, for fear of destroying such beautiful writing.
But he still had the courage to write his name. Fortunately, his name was simple, with not many strokes. Not to mention how pretty it was, but it was quite decent and he didn't make any big fool of himself.
After chatting for a while, Xu Ning brought the topic to the products. Qimeng did not say anything and went directly to the purchase. She also promised to go back and tell the madam that from now on all daily necessities in Zuichunlou would be purchased from Xu Ning.
These words made Xu Ning feel elated. This is a group purchase. It’s not in vain that I copied a poem for you.
After sending Qimeng away, Xu Ning told Li Daniu that he was going on a long trip, and then returned to the house. With a thought, he appeared directly in the space behind the bronze door.
He no longer has to summon the Bronze Door. As long as he thinks about the Bronze Door, he can come in, which is much more convenient than before.
Looking at the spacious space behind the door, Xu Ning thought about getting a car so that he could move to Zhou Mansion and drive to Yongping County, which only took more than ten minutes, so he could consider it.
Xu Ning was thinking as he traveled back to modern times and did not return to his ancestral home. The main reason was that he was afraid that those gangsters were still squatting on him. After all, he had been in the other world for a few days and only a few hours had passed in the modern world.
Just after returning from time travel, information appeared in Xu Ning's mind, which made him stunned.
I originally thought that the Bronze Gate changed the time scale only in the other world, but I didn't expect that the modern side also changed.
One day in the modern world and three days in another world.
In other words, no matter which world you are in, this time adjustment is two-way, but the proportion is slightly different.
One is thirty to one, the other is three to one.
Although the time ratio was a bit strange, Xu Ning didn't think too much and found a hotel to stay.
