At the same time that the Su family came to raise troops to investigate, Qin Changsheng was walking boredly in the main city at the foot of the Su family mountain.
On both sides of the bustling street, people were coming and going, and it was very lively.
Suddenly, Qin Changsheng stopped, looked at the magnificent small building in front of him, and stood still.
Tianyin Pavilion!
It’s a good name, and once you hear it, it’s a good place to listen to music.
Tianyin Pavilion suddenly appeared five thousand years ago. With the many beautiful singers and dancers in the pavilion and their extraordinary talents, it formed a huge scale in the entire human race in just a few thousand years.
The whole pavilion exudes an aura of luxury and mystery. If you listen carefully, the soft sound of musical instruments flows, making people feel a different kind of tranquility and melodiousness.
Rumor has it that the people in the pavilion are all well-trained servants. They are proficient in poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting. The most important thing is that they do not sell themselves.
It's a pity that it's a plain place! Qin Changsheng sighed quietly.
Although I have been talking about love everywhere in the past ten thousand years, because I have no cultivation, I am unusually low-key. I have always avoided places like this where people are often jealous and competitive.
However, now he is an emperor and invincible.
It’s not too much to come and experience this place, have a cup of tea and listen to some music!
Qin Changsheng thought about it again and again, and decided to go in and investigate.
But as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was stopped.
"Master, please show me your identity or show your financial resources."
"Please forgive me, this is a high-end place and cannot be entered casually!"
"Young master, although you are handsome, you can't have sex for nothing!"
Although the tone is soft, the meaning behind the words is:
No entry for the poor!
"Capital verification?"
Qin Changsheng was stunned on the spot, as if he was dreaming back to his past life and entering a high-end community to buy a property.
It's so fashionable, but you still need to verify your capital when visiting a brothel?
As an ancestor of the Qin family, I can naturally go in, but if I say this, I am afraid I will be regarded as a liar.
Moreover, the ancestor of the Qin family visited a brothel. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to tell anyone about it?
Qin Changsheng looked at the storage ring subconsciously. He was suddenly promoted to the Great Emperor Jin, and he was not used to storing it in Zifu yet, but he was still used to using storage rings.
Everywhere he looked, they were all gifts from his ex-girlfriend. As for ordinary currency, spiritual stones, etc., it seemed that they had all been placed in the Qin family before.
The only things he had left were ten lonely Ji Dao Emperor weapons and some pills.
this……
Is it too extravagant to visit a brothel and use the Jidao Emperor's weapons as collateral? Whether people recognize it or not is one thing.
It’s over!
Sure enough, poverty makes me upright!
Qin Changsheng sighed deeply and was about to walk away when he suddenly saw the poem hanging at the door.
A flash of inspiration occurred, and I thought of various plots in the novels of my previous life.
"Excuse me, if I write a good poem, can I enter?"
"Of course, if the young master can write good poems and satisfy the master of the sub-pavilion, he will not only be able to enter, but also be a distinguished guest. You must know that the original intention of establishing the Tianyin Pavilion is to get to know the world's talented people." The guard replied.
That’s it!
Qin Changsheng was overjoyed.
Sure enough, the happiness you can get by spending money is not real happiness.
Prostitution for free is the real happiness!
As a scholar, I want to convince others with my talent!
Swish, swish, swish!
Qin Changsheng picked up the pen and ink next to him and started writing. After he finished writing, he handed it to the guard and waited aside, with confidence in his mind.
What I wrote (copied) were words handed down from generation to generation. In this world where martial arts was the main focus and the writing style was not particularly strong, I still didn’t kill people randomly.
………
On the third floor of the attic, Meng Xuan'er was leaning on the soft bed, shrouded in light gauze, her graceful figure looming, making people salivate, her eyes half-squinted, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Miss, what a poem, what a poem!"
A maid ran up panting, holding a poem with wet handwriting.
"Hee hee, little Cui'er, where is it so wet? Maybe you met the right man?" Meng Xuan'er giggled and joked.
After running this Pavilion for hundreds of years, she has never seen any so-called peerless poems. They are all written by people seeking fame and reputation.
"Miss, this is such a good poem. If you don't believe me, read it." Cui'er's cheeks turned red after being teased, but she still handed over the poem.
"The clouds look like clothes and the flowers look like faces..."
When Meng Xuan'er read the first sentence, her voice stopped suddenly, and her charming expression disappeared, leaving only a look of disbelief and eagerness on her face. Holding Cui'er's shoulders with both hands, he asked with a serious face:
"Who wrote this and where is he?"
Cui'er had never seen her young lady look like this before. She was frightened for a while, and it took her a long time to reply:
"Miss, it was written by a handsome young man outside. He is waiting outside now."
Meng Xuan'er also found that her behavior was too abnormal and scared the little maid. She touched Cui'er's hair to express comfort and muttered in her lips:
"It's okay if you don't leave, it's okay if you don't leave."
Then, as if he was in a hurry, he ordered:
"Go quickly, lead the young master into Room 1, arrange for Luo Xue and Liuli to take good care of him, be sure to stabilize the young master and delay time."
After the little maid left, Meng Xuan'er took out a communication talisman from her arms, and after sending the message with her spiritual thoughts, she breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the unfinished poem, and continued to read:
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen them on the top of the jade mountains, they would have met under the moon on Yaotai."
She will never forget this poem. This is a poem that the ancestor asked them to engrave in their hearts.
Strictly speaking, Tianyin Pavilion is an intelligence organization. It is here to give weak, homeless women like them a home.
Secondly, it is because people from all three religions and nine streams gather here, making it an excellent place to find out the news.
But the original intention of Tianyin Pavilion was to find a person, a man.
It is said that the man was the lover of the Patriarch. Before leaving, he left this poem to the Patriarch, which made the Patriarch completely obsessed and could never fall in love with anyone else again.
The only characteristic is that he is talented and has great literary talent. Oh, there is another characteristic. According to the ancestor, he is good-looking, the kind of good-looking that lasts for thousands of years.
In particular, the ancestor has taught her that if she encounters the person who composed this poem again, she must notify him in time. No matter where she is, she will come with all her strength.
These younger generations also asked the Patriarch why the Patriarch didn't draw a few portraits of his lover since they were once lovers, so that they could easily find him.
But when they saw it, the founder had painted one after another, torn off one after another, and still plausibly said that mortal pen and ink could not paint even half of the charm of the lover.
From then on, they understood.
Grandmaster, you are crazy!
Crazy for love, crazy for love!
Isn’t this a pure love brain?
Although they felt injustice for the Patriarch countless times and hated the scumbag who abandoned him countless times, as the younger generation, they could not persuade the Patriarch to let go.
"I hope that this time the Patriarch can get his wish." Meng Xuan'er murmured to herself.
Since the man outside knows this poem, he must have some connection with that scumbag back then. Regardless of whether that man is still alive or not, this time, I hope the ancestor's knot can be completely untied.
