In a large room on the third floor of Yicui Building, the owner of the room was holding a small teacup and sipping slowly, soothing himself from last night's drunkenness.
The steward in a long robe walked over quickly and whispered: "My boss, the girl Yun Xian was ransomed just now."
"Oh?" The boss raised his eyebrows. There are rules for this kind of thing. As long as you are willing to pay, he didn't stop him. He said with emotion, "This girl is lucky. She didn't accept any customers on her first day. He was redeemed."
The steward agreed: "Indeed, it shows that this girl has some abilities and is pretty. I think we should stop her. Maybe she will become a cash cow for us in the future."
The boss turned to look at him and said, "There are rules in doing business. Since you have drawn the line there, you must follow it. Only then will everyone have a head start and be willing to work hard. If you act like you, this business will go bad sooner or later. Got it!"
"The lesson learned from my boss is that the little mouse is short-sighted."
The owner shook his head slightly, "I remember that the ransom price set for her was three hundred taels. Anyone who can easily get this money is not a poor scholar. Do you know which family he is from?"
"It's the Wenhui Wenkui from a few days ago."
"What?" The boss stood up, "Oh no, I shouldn't have let him go like this!"
Steward:......
"Why didn't you tell me earlier! No matter what, let him leave some poems!"
Although the brothel does business for all kinds of people, the brothel wants to become famous, but it relies on the excellent works of literati and poets.
Xia Jingyun's talent is so great, why should he squeeze out two poems?
After complaining for a while, the boss slowly calmed down and said, "No, why didn't this one go to Miss Ning Bing's place instead of going to Yun Xian's place?"
The steward looked embarrassed, "Isn't Mr. Zheng there last night? Miss Ning Bing kicked him out, and then Yunxian took the initiative to stop him."
"This little girl has some courage." The boss smiled.
The steward whispered: "Master, I think this girl Ning Bing is too wanton and dares to drive away guests without permission..."
The boss stretched out his hand to hold it down, "There is nothing we can do. Who makes her the great oiran in Zhongjing City? Let's point her at her to make our Yicui House famous, and try to open a court in the county next year to get a share of the pie!" "
He turned to look at the steward, "Were there any good works from the tea party last night?"
The manager shook his head.
The boss raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Zheng didn't take action?"
"He did compose one, but it was just mediocre. It wasn't even as good as the one at the Japanese Literary Conference."
The owner said angrily: "Damn it, I've been sleeping with Ning Bing for two days and I can't even get out of my sleep."
The steward's thoughts naturally followed his employer's direction. Hearing this, he sighed, "If Mr. Xia had not been kicked out last night and the two of them had fought fiercely, they might have done something good and become famous in our courtyard."
"I've already passed it, what's the use of talking about it." The boss pursed his lips, "What's more, good works are made by nature. Even a man with outstanding literary talent like Mr. Zheng cannot write good works all the time. How did the man named Xia become famous? Even if it is short, it may not really work. Wen Kui rewarded him with 500 taels, so he used 300 taels to redeem his life. His thoughts were all on this, how to compose a poem!"
He walked to the sofa and leaned lazily on the bench, "That's all, let's wait a little longer. Go ask Youlan and Narcissus to give me a pat on the back."
"yes!"
The steward resigned, but soon returned.
"My boss!" There was a bit of uncontrollable joy on his face.
"Huh? Didn't I ask you to call Youlan and Narcissus over?"
"My boss! When that girl Yunxian left just now, she posted a long and short sentence on the door!"
The boss sat up and asked, "Written by Xia Jingyun?"
The steward nodded and said, "That should be the case. The guards in the courtyard noticed it and came over to report it."
The owner kicked on his boots twice and ran down the stairs.
At this moment, more than ten people have gathered outside Linhuayuan. There are guests who are staying here overnight and preparing to leave, and there are also girls in the building who are wandering around the courtyard with the guests.
"Give way! Please give way!"
The steward opened a passage for the owner, who stepped forward to take a look.
"The flowers in the forest have withered the spring reds, it's too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. The tears of rouge are drunk together, and when they come again, it is natural that life grows and hates the water."
His eyes widened and he swallowed hard. His whole body seemed to be hit by an overwhelming surprise, and he stayed there speechless for a long time.
this......
this......
this......
This is a famous story handed down from generation to generation! ! !
"Very few people usually write long and short sentences. I haven't seen them in a few days. I didn't expect to see such a masterpiece when I saw one!"
"Yes, no whitewashing, no polishing, just plain and simple words, but together they are such an amazing work."
"Yes, in life, hatred flows eastward! The river flows eastward, and no one can stop it. Just like this life, every regret and hatred arise. Write it into my heart, write it into my heart!"
"That's not right, it's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, why are you still using the language of spring red?"
"This is because you don't understand. This seems to be a description of scenery, but it is actually a description of people. It is not only the flowers in the forest that have thanked the spring flowers, but also the flowers in the building! Otherwise, why would Rouge shed tears and stay drunk? "
"Yes, look at this small courtyard. It is located in a remote place and the scenery is bleak. It is just like a beautiful woman in her old age. Her beauty has faded and no one cares about her. She has to sit in the small courtyard and bear the cold rain that comes in the morning and the wind that comes in the evening."
After listening to these words, many of the women in the building who came with them or heard the news were sad. In their faint eyes, it seemed as if there were beautiful shadows of youth passing by, and they seemed to see the years passing by like spring water. After passing away, my face faded like spring red.
As I thought about it, I burst into tears.
The boss slowly recovered from the shock, listening to everyone's discussion and watching everyone's reactions, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.
With this poem, our Yicui Tower will become famous in Jianning County, oh, Sishui Prefecture, and even leave a name in the history of Qing Dynasty. That is just around the corner!
My opportunity at Yicui House has finally come!
"Who is this Yunxian? With the bonus of this poem, I'm afraid he will rise up and become the most popular oiran in Jiang'an City and even Jianning County!"
I don't know who it was, but a sudden word made my boss stagger!
Damn it! How careless!
"Master, would you like to read this word again?"
The steward reminded in a low voice, and the boss quickly looked over.
You won’t know until you see it, but you will be shocked when you see it!
This word is also a surprisingly good word!
"Come here! Take off the door panel! Be careful. If you damage the paper on the door at all, I won't spare you!"
A moment later, in the room on the third floor, the boss stood in front of his large and precious desk. The ornaments on the table that he usually regarded as treasures were wrapped in cloth and thrown onto the couch. Instead, there was a Rough wooden boards are laid on the smooth and neat tabletop.
It's like a rough and unkempt man suppressing a beautiful girl who is as beautiful as a flower.
There is a piece of paper taped to the wooden board. On that paper, ink characters are written, and the future reputation of Yicui Building is also written.
"Leave a name in history, leave a name in history!"
The owner leaned forward, looked at the ink words on the paper carefully, and clicked his tongue with emotion.
But then he frowned again, "How can you ask Lin Huayuan to give Yunxian a gift?"
He tilted his head and pondered for a while, and then ordered: "Go and ask someone who can write better to copy down this long and short sentence. The title is called, Presenting Yunxian in the Linhuayuan of Yicui Tower."
The steward suppressed a smile and nodded, "What about the signature? Do you want to include Mr. Xia's name?"
As the people who control this brothel, they naturally know who wrote this long and short sentence.
The boss thought for a while and said, "Since Mr. Xia has not signed his name, we will follow his opinion and cannot violate his wishes. It is not written above, but we can let people promote it privately in the building and treat it as a secret. This will make it more convenient." It can arouse everyone’s interest.”
"My boss is brilliant!"
