"Oh? Why would a pretty and talented woman fall here?"
Bai Duo was completely interested and asked.
Li Haofei shook his head, "There are countless villages and towns in Yujing. No one knows exactly where Yu Youwei came from or what she went through. There are only rumors that she is related to a scholar named Wen."
Bai Duo nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and the heavy iron door slammed shut. Just as everyone was making a noise, the dim environment was lit up by a few candles.
Dozens of red damasks were seen hanging down from the second floor, and a graceful woman wearing a red gauze floated down from the corners of the damasks.
The purple-gold mask covered her pretty and charming face. The woman pulled out a soft sword from her waist. There was a copper ring at the end of the hilt. A trace of red silk passed through it, and the blade danced beautifully.
The woman's appearance was so experienced that all the experienced clients present began to stare blankly, their eyes following that delicate waist.
"Old Madam, is this the Elder Yu you are talking about? Yu Oiran?! I'm a good boy, all the good-looking ones have become nuns!
I want to keep her for one night, no, three nights! I am not short of money! "
Those who were invited to the scene were all wealthy people who were not short of money. They stuffed huge amounts of money into the gully on the old madam’s chest.
She smiled coquettishly, feeling so aroused by the money, her face turned crimson and her breath was like blue.
"Thank you for your sympathy, gentlemen, but that damn girl doesn't learn from the good, but learns from the bad. She just wants to make friends through literature.
Only those who catch the eye can enter the red tent and talk happily all night long. "
The madam was also helpless. She was counting on such a cash cow, so naturally she had to comply with any request.
"You are really good at keeping up with current events. You avoided the poetry meeting at the Summer Festival. I have to do so many poems even if I'm a prostitute!"
"That's right! I think you are trying to embarrass the Sa family! They have already been sold out, why are you pretending to be noble! If you are so elegant, why are you standing on a high platform?!"
The prostitutes present are all rough guys, and the ones with real talent and knowledge are currently participating in the Qushui Shang Poetry Party in Yujing City.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, the madam also looked embarrassed.
"Well, what you get is frost on the ground, but what you don't get is white moonlight. Reciting poems and beautifying people is a new thing.
If you just submit obediently as soon as you come up, they are everywhere in this nunnery. What's new? "
Discordant sounds came from the noisy noise, and everyone looked together. When they saw the visitor wearing a Confucian robe, they shut their mouths again.
There was only one person present who had a bad character and was good at writing, and that was Zhang Henshui, the eldest brother of Yujing Academy.
"People from the Confucian Temple also engage in prostitution? Zhang Henshui, shouldn't you be at the Qushui River Poem Singing Party? You dare to engage in activities initiated by your mentor, right?"
Seeing that many people began to attack Zhang Henshui, Li Haofei, who had just been angered, became more energetic.
"The one who stepped on the horse is really a person from Yujing Academy! I used to think that those snarky scholars were just arrogant, but I didn't expect that they would dare to defy the rules and violate the rules.
I never understood what it meant to be a beast in clothes and a scum in a polite way, but now I know. "
Zhang Henshui ignored everyone's insults and walked straight to the madam and asked, "I wonder if we can start?"
The old madam nodded numbly, and then said: "That's enough, sir, please write a poem."
Zhang Henshui shook his folding fan and sat across from the red tent, separated from Yu Youwei in the tent was a black and red sandalwood table, on which were placed the four treasures of the study and a golden beast stove.
"My little girl, Youwei, has met the young master."
Yu Youwei chuckled softly in the red tent, her voice was lazy and charming, it was charming and yet mixed with a noble and unsullied character, with the intention of welcoming someone in return.
"As expected, she is a beauty. I am Zhang Henshui, who has captivated the country and the city for eighteen years. Now that I see this girl, my love is like rain that cannot fall to the sky, and it will be difficult to collect it no matter how wet it is."
As soon as these words came out, Yu Youwei smiled repeatedly.
She asked softly: "Is this a poem you wrote?"
Zhang Henshui stood up from the futon, put one hand behind his back and fanned gently, saying, "The truth is not poetry."
"Hahaha, you are so interesting."
Bai Duo watched from the audience. It seemed that no matter in which world, girls like sweet-mouthed people.
Contrary to Bai Duo's objective evaluation, others were so angry that their back molars broke as they watched Zhang Henshui and Yu Youwei singing together.
"Zhang Henshui, do you want to write poetry or not? Why are you always teasing other girls?"
Hearing this, Zhang Henshui was not angry, but paced seven times before finally returning to the case.
I began to copy and paint, and the brush in my hand turned a thousand times. With the help of God, a chapter that resembled a painting and a poem appeared in a short time.
"Finish!"
Zhang Henshui put away his pen and finished it in one breath, taking less than thirty breaths.
"You've done nothing! Aren't you writing poetry? How can you draw?"
Someone in the audience made a disdainful sound.
When the madam came forward and lifted the work, everyone suddenly realized that it was not a landscape painting, and Zhang Henshui had not digressed from the topic.
It's just that his strokes are too coherent, making it look like a landscape painting.
Yu Youwei looked at it carefully in the tent, her brows filled with brilliance.
"The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn. On a bright moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute."
Zhang Henshui read aloud, accentuated the word "play the flute" and said frivolously: "Beauty, can you play the flute?"
Yu Youwei showed a rare misbehavior in front of others, lifted up the red curtain and gasped: "Would you like to try it?"
Zhang Henshui was overjoyed and said to everyone in the audience: "I'm not talented, so take the first step!"
Yu Youwei took the initiative to open the red curtain to see the person, which meant that the person had been chosen, and it was Zhang Henshui who had made a great show just now.
"No, it's just the beginning and it's over? Can you tell these people from the Confucian Temple to get away? If this continues, we bastards won't be able to drink the soup!"
Everyone in the audience was heartbroken. The teacher from the private school when I was a child said that Yan Ruyu was in the book, but they didn't understand what it meant.
But now that they met Zhang Henshui, they understood that there really was Yan Ruyu in the book.
"Everyone, please be patient. This is Elder Yu's choice, and I have no right to interfere. If you have any questions, it is better to discuss it with Mr. Zhang."
"What a great idea. I'm going to break his third leg right now!"
There was someone with a hot temper present who immediately wanted to fight Zhang Henshui, but was held back by his companions.
"What state are you in?"
"Haha, Sajia is not talented, he is at the peak of Qi training!"
"That's bullshit, you don't know how ferocious he is! Back then, there was a Ninggang Realm warrior who saw that the people from Yujing Academy were too arrogant, so he hit the door with a knife.
As a result, he happened to meet Zhang Henshui, who was punished by Bo Qian to sweep the streets.
Both of them were angry, so they started fighting.
Zhang Henshui blurted out the six-character mantra, enchanted it on an adobe brick, and slapped the warrior on the back of the head, causing the Ninggang Realm warrior to lie down on the spot.
He was in a coma for more than half a month before he woke up. "
The Ninggang warrior was knocked down by a brick and was still unconscious for half a month. As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar, and the voices seeking Zhang Henshui's life gradually became less and less.
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