Yang Anxuan and others did not go downstairs, but leaned against the railing and listened quietly.
Thunderous applause and cheers rang out, and Yu Xuan slapped the railing proudly, looking forward to Zixiong.
Friends around him praised loudly: "Young Master Yu is extremely talented, unparalleled in ancient and modern times. There are few people in the world who can compare with him."
"Yes, 'An Old Friend in the Setting Sun' is three points inferior to 'The Waves Are Rising'."
Yin Dun was furious. Isn't this lying with his eyes open? Just as he was about to argue, Yang Anxuan shook his head slightly and whispered softly: "No matter how loud you are, you can't wake up someone who is pretending to sleep."
Yuehua walked upstairs, glanced at Yindun full of resentment, and burst into tears.
Yin Dun stepped forward and hugged Yuehua gently, and comforted her softly: "Although this poem is good, it is still not as good as 'The Love of an Old Friend in the Setting Sun'. Don't worry about Yuehua."
Yu Xuan angrily scolded: "Who are you? You are talking nonsense."
Yin Dun looked directly at Yu Xuan and said, "I am the Yin Dun in the poem "Send Friend Yin Dun to Jiankang"."
Yu Xuan smiled and said, "Young master Yin originally became famous because of others. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
The two people beside him laughed with great ridicule.
Yang Anxuan was furious. Yin Dun was his friend, and insulting his friends was no different from insulting himself.
Holding back the angry Yin Dun, Yang Anxuan said: "Young Master Yu thinks he is superior, so why not compete on the spot and judge the winner, and the loser will offer wine to make amends."
Yu Ling happened to come upstairs and said with a sweet smile: "Very good, how about I let you and Sister Yuehua sing the poem "Farewell" together and let the guests comment?"
The applause in the lobby just now gave her confidence. Yue Hua was a little hesitant. Her singing skills were not as good as Yu Ling's. With the song and poem "Farewell" she managed to overpower her. Now that Yu Ling had a new poem, she didn't want to be turned over by this girl.
Yu Xuan swung his sleeves and said gracefully: "Putting a drink to apologize is too light, how about betting twelve gold to the winning lady?"
Ten taels of gold is nothing to Yuehua and Yuling, but the reputation after winning is enough to make them the top names in Yiqiu Tower.
The two looked at each other, swords clashing in their eyes, sparks flying.
Mrs. Zhou walked over quickly and greeted her from afar: "Oh, gentlemen, please don't be vindictive. Dukang wine has been newly added to the building. I would like to offer you a drink to alleviate your worries."
"Sister Zhou, a few young masters are making a bet on the contest." Yu Ling smiled obediently and said, "The winner will get ten gold pieces."
Madam Zhou patted Yu Ling lightly and said angrily: "You damn girl, you do weird things all the time. It's all because of the fights between your own family, which hurts the harmony."
Yang Anxuan seemed to feel guilty and said: "Ten taels of gold is a bit much."
Yuehua and Yuling both glanced at Yang Anxuan with disdain, and only Yin Dun knew that Yang Anxuan had the same expression when he lured Chen Si into hiding at Yinjiazhuang that day.
Yu Xuanyue became more courageous and said with a bold smile: "It's hard to buy a smile. Go get a pen and paper and make a bet."
The maid next to Yue Hua turned around to get the pen and ink, but Yue Hua raised her hand and slapped her, and cursed bitterly: "I want you to be troublesome."
The maid covered her face and lowered her head to admit her mistake, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.
Yin Dunyi frowned. Yuehua had always been gentle and quiet in front of him. He never imagined that she would look like this again. No wonder An Xuan was lukewarm towards her. It seemed that he didn't understand Yuehua at all.
Yang Anxuan saw that the maidservant was only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a green cloth dress, with delicate features and a look of panic in her eyes.
There was a thought in my heart, if I could help an inconspicuous and weak person become famous overnight, then the people in the brothel would not regard me as a true Buddha and would be worshiped wherever I went.
Yang Anxuan said to the maid who was huddled in a corner: "Little lady, what is your name?"
The maid glanced at Yang Anxuan timidly, lowered her head and responded softly: "Slave Xiaolan."
"Have you ever learned to play the piano, Mrs. Xiaolan?"
Before Xiaolan could answer, Yu Xuan laughed and said, "Do you want her to compete with Yu Ling? What a dream."
Yu Ling covered her mouth and chuckled, "Xiao Lan and Nu Tong lived in the Yiqiu Tower where they entered five years ago. They are stupid by nature and can only do menial jobs serving people. But the young master has taken a liking to her. It's really funny."
Madam Zhou gently shook her fan and said, "This girl Xiaolan can play the piano, but her voice is hoarse and she can't sing, which disappoints the young master."
"There are only people in this world who can't sing, and there are no voices that can't sing." Yang Anxuan said with a smile.
Yu Xuan twisted his lips and said with a wicked smile: "That sounds reasonable, but don't you know your surname?"
"Hongnong Yang Anxuan."
Yu Xuan was stunned. Yang Anxuan's reputation was not small. As "Little Window Quiet Sentences" spread in Beijing, several of his poems also became widely known.
Madam Zhou exclaimed in surprise: "It turns out to be Mr. Yang, I have disrespected you."
Yu Ling widened her eyes, looked Yang Anxuan up and down, and said softly: "You are 'Yang Xiaochuang', you are not very old. I thought you were an elder in his thirties or forties."
Yin Dun sneered at Yu Xuan and said, "Master Yu, are you feeling guilty?"
Yu Xuan braced himself and said, "What do I feel guilty for? Master Yang wants Lady Xiaolan to sing his poems. There is no room for regret."
Yang Anxuan smiled at Madam Zhou and said, "I have a way to make Yiqiu Tower famous far and wide. Madam Zhou is willing to listen to it."
"Of course I am willing to listen." Madam Zhou leaned next to Yang Anxuan, her delicate body was warm and soft, and she said in a soft voice: "Young Master, please come into the room to drink and chat. Young Master Yu, how about we come in together and listen?"
Several people came to Yuehua's room. Yang Anxuan saw that Xiaolan was a little overwhelmed and said with a smile: "Ms. Xiaolan, please come over and pour me some wine."
Seeing Lady Zhou nodding, Xiaolan moved and knelt down on the right side of Yang Anxuan, holding a wine flask in her hand to pour wine.
Yang Anxuan saw five fingerprints clearly printed on her pretty face, and his disgust towards Yuehua grew even more.
"Ms. Zhou, since this is a competition, you might as well make an appointment with the prostitutes in Qinhuai to sing the song "Farewell" together. The song has the same song but different words, so as to distinguish the winner."
Madam Zhou smiled sweetly and said: "This is a good idea, but Yiqiu Tower has to entertain everyone, and the drinks and food are quite expensive."
Yang Anxuan said with a smile: "Then let each participant pay five taels of gold as gambling capital. The winner will take 80% of it, and the remaining 20% will be used as expenses in the building."
"Oh, Young Master Yang is such a genius." Mrs. Zhou's eyes were shining, she was shaking her fan and thinking, there were thirty or forty famous prostitutes on the Qinhuai River, and if twenty of them participated, the stakes would be a hundred taels, or even 20 percent. Twenty taels is enough for the cost of the building.
What's more, Yiqiulou will be famous among many prostitutes for hosting this event, and this business will be extremely profitable.
"Today is the twelfth day. I need to send out invitations and invite all my colleagues. By the way, I also want to invite some celebrities to sit down and comment. How about a gambling fight on the 16th?" Madam Zhou looked at Yang Anxuan and others.
Seeing the momentum of Yi Qiu Lou, Yu Xuan was a little hesitant, looked at Xiaolan and said: "Ms. Xiaolan, can you sing a song?"
Xiaolan shook her head in fear, and Yang Anxuan encouraged her: "Ms. Xiaolan, don't be afraid, just play and sing "Farewell"."
Xiaolan's voice is rough and round, so she becomes a maid, and Mrs. Zhou naturally knows it. Seeing Yang Anxuan's confidence, Mrs. Zhou ordered someone to fetch the piano and place it in front of Xiaolan.
Perhaps Yang Anxuan's gentle smile gave Xiaolan courage, and Xiaolan reached out to play on the piano.
Xiaolan has learned piano skills and listened to Yuehua playing and singing "Farewell" many times. Xiaolan quickly found the rhythm and played "Farewell" well.
But when he sang the first line of "Green Mountains Across Beiguo", Yu Xuan started laughing. Xiaolan's voice was deep and hoarse, far from round and clear. She laughed dumbly and said, "If such a voice can win the first prize, Yu Xuan will be the winner." Cut off his own head."
When Xiaolan heard Yu Xuan's sneer, the courage she finally summoned disappeared. She didn't dare to sing anymore and looked at Yang Anxuan timidly.
Yin Guo said angrily: "Mr. Yu, Miss Xiaolan hasn't finished singing yet, it's so rude for you to interrupt her. If you don't believe it, Yin will make a bet with you. How about a hundred gold bet on the outcome?"
Yin Dun had great confidence in Yang Anxuan and hated Yu Xuan in his heart. Seeing Yang Anxuan's calm face, he was ready to trick Yu Xuan.
Yu Xuan's face darkened, he said a hundred taels of gold, but he didn't have that much money.
The young man in purple shirt next to him smiled and said: "Brother Yu, you can't refuse the money that came to your door. If Brother Yu is inconvenienced, Zhang can help, but if you win the gold, you have to give it to me twice as much."
"Brother Yu, we are also willing to help." The other two people said one after another, fearing that they would miss the opportunity to make a fortune.
Yu Xuan was confident and said with a smile: "Okay, let's make a bet."
Xiaolan's face turned pale, and she told Yang Anxuan in a low voice: "Master, I don't know how to sing, so it's better not to gamble."
Yang Anxuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, little lady, winning or losing has nothing to do with you. Brother Yin, how about half and half?"
The bet of one hundred taels of gold is not a small amount, and with the bets of the contestants, it will be a grand event on the Qinhuai River.
Madam Zhou clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Okay, I will state this on the invitation and make a name for the young masters."
Yang Anxuan asked Hu Yuan to go back to the inn to get the gold. Yuehua and Yuling saw that Yang Anxuan easily took out a hundred taels of gold. Thinking of how they were in trouble with the 10 taels of gold just now, they couldn't help but wonder, could they have just lured someone into an ambush? This Young Master Yang really has something. Are you sure Xiaolan will win?
A bet was made, both parties signed and pledged, Madam Zhou acted as guarantee, and both parties handed over the bet money to Madam Zhou.
Yang Anxuan is very confident in himself. Master Hongyi’s farewell song is still sung after hundreds of years and has withstood the test of time. I sang it more than a thousand years in advance, and I believe it can also move people's hearts.
Thinking that Xiaolan Jing would definitely become famous after this incident, Yang Anxuan did not want to make wedding clothes for others. Yang Anxuan smiled and said: "Ms. Zhou, I want to personally teach Miss Xiaolan for a few days, and then I will simply redeem her life, take her back to the inn, and perform on the stage again on the evening of the 16th."
Xiaolan is just a low-class maid, so Mrs. Zhou doesn't take it to heart and says with a smile: "This is Xiaolan's blessing. For five taels of gold, I will transfer her deed of sale to the young master."
When I bought Xiaolan, I only spent 2,000 yuan. After several years of training Xiaolan, I originally thought that she would be allowed to come out to receive guests after the Chinese New Year, but I didn't expect that someone would redeem her life.
Mrs. Zhou prepared Yang Anxuan to negotiate the price, but Yang Anxuan paid the money readily.
After taking the gold and taking Xiaolan's deed of betrayal to Yang Anxuan, Lady Zhou smiled and said, "Miao Lan, you are Young Master Yang's from now on, and you must obey Young Master Yang's orders in everything."
Miao Lan took her clothes and said goodbye to everyone. Probably because she was satisfied with the reward, Madam Zhou gave Miao Lan a piano as a gift before leaving.
In this way, Miao Lan anxiously hugged Yao Qin and followed Yang Anxuan and others back to the inn.
Yang Anxuan rented a five-room apartment across the courtyard. Yang Anxuan arranged for Miao Lan to temporarily share it with his servant wife.
Zhang Feng looked at Xiaolan curiously. Tonight, the young master took Hu Yuan to the prostitute, saying that he was still young and refused to take him, so why did he come back with an extra sister.
After the placement was completed, Xiaolan came to the hall. Yang Anxuan ordered Xiaolan to play the song "Farewell", and then sang softly along with the song: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road..."
After the song, Yin Dun and others applauded.
Yin Dun asked: "An Xuan, this poem is of different lengths, which is really weird. However, it fits the tune very well. It is very beautiful and touching."
"This is country slang I heard when I was in Luoyang. What do you think? It may be better than Yu Xuan?" Yang Anxuan asked with a smile.
The charm of art knows no time and space. The song "Farewell" can be spread among people, and the lyrics can also touch people's hearts.
"Ms. Xiaolan, please learn to sing with me."
Yang Anxuan taught Xiaolan sentence by sentence. After listening to it, Yin Dun sighed: "No wonder Anxuan said that only those who can't sing have a voice that can't sing. This farewell song was sung by Lady Xiaolan, and the farewell of vicissitudes of life It’s so touching that it made me cry when I heard it.”
Zhang Feng was emotionally moved by the hoarse voice and choked up: "Sister Xiaolan sang so beautifully. It reminded me of the time when my mother and my sister were escaping. I really want to cry."
Xiaolan also didn't expect that the lyrics of "Farewell" would have such a touching effect in her mouth. Thinking of the past times when she was beaten, despised, and bullied in Yiqiu Tower, she could no longer hold back her tears and lay on the table sobbing.
After a long time, Xiaolan stood up and came to Yang Anxuan. She bowed on the ground and said with tears of gratitude: "From today on, Miao Lan is willing to sing for the young master."
