Yin Qiaoer chuckled and said, "No need, Mr. Tang. This time Qiaoer will go and do his best, regardless of money."
Her brother's tavern is opening, so it would be best if she could help.
As soon as these words came out, Tang Sufan and Aunt Chun couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
"This...isn't good..."
Tang Sufan was really embarrassed because he had a short mouth when eating people and short hands when taking people.
Yin Qiaoer said with a soft smile: "Young Master Tang is extremely talented. Last time he left a quatrain in Chunxin Pavilion. Our business in Chunxin Pavilion has improved a lot. We should be grateful to Mr. Tang."
"Besides, Qiao'er also wants to make friends with Mr. Tang!"
If you want to help your brother, you must give a decent reason and not make your brother suspicious.
Aunt Chun also looked at Yin Qiaoer in disbelief, feeling confused. What happened to Her Royal Highness Princess today?
I have never seen her treat a man like this...
Tang Sufan smiled and said directly: "Then thank you Madam Yin~"
Don't take advantage of the bastard.
The notice fee saved by door-to-door delivery is wasted.
Then Yin Qiaoer asked: "Master Tang, what song do you want?"
"Tune~"
Tang Sufan touched the bridge of his nose, and then said: "Originally, I wanted to use the music I arranged myself, and then let the girls practice it, but if Miss Yin is willing to go, there is no need to waste Lady Yin's time. I will use the original music of Chunxin Pavilion. That’s it.”
"Oh? The music arranged by the young master himself?"
Yang Qiaoer's eyes lit up.
Tang Sufan nodded: "Yes, there are two songs."
Yin Qiaoer pondered slightly, then said with a smile.
"Qiao'er has nothing to do these days. It would be best if she could learn Mr. Tang's songs and dances. How about letting Qiao'er and the sisters learn Mr. Tang's songs and dances?"
"Master, if you find it troublesome for us, then let's do this. After we learn this song and dance, we can also use it in Chunxin Pavilion."
Mrs. Chun's eyes lit up at the side. Could Tang Sufan's song be an ordinary song?
Chunxin Pavilion will definitely add another unique feature in the future.
He also smiled and echoed with his face: "Yes, yes, that's okay~"
"Then so be it."
After saying this, Tang Sufan felt relieved.
"The tavern will open in three days, but my home is far away, in Jinghe Village outside the city. Why don't I come over every day during the day and teach everyone some music~"
Yin Qiaoer looked at Tang Sufan's face and never looked away since entering the room.
There was light in his eyes, and then he said.
"Mr. Tang, how about this, how about Qiao'er taking the girls to go to Mr. Tang's house for school? After all, Chunxin Pavilion has to be tidied up during the day, so it's not convenient..."
"In addition, firstly, Jinghe Village is not too far away, and we can also take a walk. Secondly, I want to visit Sister Meiyu. I haven't seen her for many days, and I miss her a little. I don't know how she is doing now. How about it?"
After saying that, Yin Qiaoer still showed a look of longing.
Well, it’s reasonable and well-founded~
"ah?"
Tang Sufan couldn't help but be stunned. Hearing what Yin Qiaoer said, well, it does make sense.
"That's fine. It's just a humble house and I'm treating the girls poorly."
"What are you talking about? We sisters are all poor people, and we are not blessed. We only need an open space. Besides, when it comes to Mr. Tang's family, there is no such thing as being simple..."
An old house?
She was really looking forward to seeing it.
Go and see Fandi’s home when he was a child, and see the home where his father and mother came to Chang’an...
I don’t know how many years have passed since Yin Qiaoer had such expectations.
A few people discussed it casually and settled on a price. Although the price was not cheap, it was within Tang Sufan's expectation.
It was agreed that Yin Qiaoer would take seven opera girls to learn dance and music, starting tomorrow.
After discussing this, Tang Sufan went back directly.
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Chang'an City, in a quiet room.
The murals in the room are engraved with various strange copper-colored patterns, like various stars, and various copper stoves are placed around the room.
The table in the main hall is filled with cinnabar, yellow paper, court boards, chimes, court tablets, flags and other Taoist utensils.
The aroma of smoke lingers, giving it a mysterious artistic conception.
Sitting on a futon was a man wearing a simple Taoist robe. It was Yuan Tiangang, the supervisor of Qintian Supervisor.
"Didn't I say that? Don't disturb Pindao unless necessary!"
Hearing a sudden knock on the door, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but open his eyes and drank in a low voice.
"Master Supervisor, there is a female Taoist priest outside the prison residence, accompanied by a man and a woman. She said she wants you to go out to meet her..."
Yuan Tiangang opened his eyes completely and said in a deep voice.
"Oh, who is it? You want me to go meet her? That's quite impressive."
The young man in official uniform outside the door lowered his head and said: "Go back to the Supervisor, the person did not reveal his identity. He is just a friend of the Taoist sect, and asked the Supervisor to go see her as soon as possible..."
"Friend of the Taoist sect? Why don't you go see her quickly?"
Yuan Tiangang's brows lowered.
How could he have any Taoist friends and go see her quickly?
Could it be that some people from the Taoist sect who came to ask for advice came to provoke me?
Taoist sects are complex, after all, this kind of thing is just a common occurrence among Taoist sects.
He, Yuan Tiangang, has been very popular in recent years, and he has not seen many of these people.
It's just that this is the first time for such a big show!
Apart from today's emperor, who else deserves Yuan Tiangang to stand up and greet him personally?
I couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
Stand up and go as soon as you open the door.
He wanted to see who it was that had such a face for him to greet.
After leaving the main entrance of Qintian Prison, Yuan Tiangang glanced around, but did not see him. Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but frown.
He said loudly: "Where are the people?"
The guards at the door were stunned for a moment, looking at each other and looking left and right.
He also said quickly: "This... this... was standing here just now..."
"Huh, you can't even look at someone, so what do you do for food?"
The man who had just put on official uniform and reported to Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but directly scolded his two subordinates.
Yuan Tiangang was too lazy to pay attention and glanced at the open space at the main entrance of Qintian Prison.
Yuan Tiangang glanced around for a while, then shouted loudly in one direction: "Who is it? Since I have asked you to greet me personally, why do you still want to hide your head and show your tail?"
"Haha, what's the matter? I'm too old for you to welcome?"
At this time, a voice came from the other direction where Yuan Tiangang was looking directly.
Yuan Tiangang's eyes were startled, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.
And after a shameful tree, the female Taoist priest just walked out with the beautiful girl and the little boy...
When Yuan Tiangang saw the female Taoist priest's face clearly, his whole body froze.
His eyes suddenly shrank, and after two or three breaths, he spoke with some trembling.
"Are you...are you...senior sister?"
The female Taoist smiled gently.
"Haha, I thought you didn't recognize me as your senior sister, why are you so awkward to greet me?"
"Where, where..."
Yuan Tiangang hurriedly trotted towards the female path.
The people behind him were stunned. When did the Superintendent not pretend to be aloof from the world... Oh no, he looked indifferent.
When have you seen him look like this?
Yuan Tiangang trotted all the way and ran directly in front of the female Taoist priest, just like the young Taoist priest who learned martial arts in the mountains.
"Senior sister, senior sister, is it really you?!"
Yuan Tiangang said excitedly.
Even though the female Taoist priest had spent many years cultivating her moral character, at this moment, the ancient well was not rippled, and her eyes like a deep pool were rippling with a little bit of light...
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