Time suddenly passed, and in the blink of an eye, the opening day of Xiaoyaoxuan was already yesterday.
Today, according to yesterday's weather, we can barely see some sunshine.
It's just that there are more rolling clouds and more haze in the sky, as if it is a sign of something.
Jinghe Village.
It was also shrouded in white snow. If you looked outside the village, you would have lost a bit of life.
In this season when cats should be spending the winter, there are far fewer pedestrians on the road. Only the smoke rising from time to time in the village shows that there are many families in this village...
"Master, Master, it's time to get up..."
Tang Sufan stayed in bed every day, constantly moving in the bed, sometimes curled up into a ball, sometimes spread out into a 'big' character.
I kept moving around, but I just didn't think about it.
It wasn't until the little girl Tao Ying'er screamed helplessly for a long time that Tang Sufan sat up as if he was in a coma...
His eyelids couldn't be opened as if he were fighting, and he asked as if he was absent-mindedly murmuring.
"Ying'er, what time is it..."
"Master, it's already time—"
The little girl shook her little head and said helplessly.
"Master, Master~"
At this time, Uncle Wen also walked directly to the door and shouted.
Tang Sufan raised his eyebrows slightly, but still seemed a bit lazy.
"What's wrong, Uncle Wen~"
"Master, there are many young women knocking on the door, and there are also many carriages and horses parked. It seems... they are all here to find you..."
Beauty?
Tang Sufan's eyelids, which were still fighting, were instantly 'pushed open' as if the police uncle had arrived.
His whole body jumped out of the bed.
The movements are completed in one go, flowing smoothly~
And said firmly and forcefully: "Ying'er, change clothes——"
Tao Ying'er's face was stunned. Ever since she served the young master, when had she ever seen him get up so quickly?
It was not until Tang Sufan urged that Tao Ying'er hurriedly went to get clothes for Tang Sufan.
A full quarter of an hour passed.
The door to Tang Sufan's courtyard slowly opened.
Standing tall and tall, he looks elegant and distinguished.
Just when Tang Su Fanke was about to say something, his face suddenly froze.
Outside the door, the entire alley was crowded with carriages.
Many beautiful women wearing pink and green floral fur coats were waiting at the door.
"Ah, Mr. Tang is out..."
"The little Shixian came out..."
"Little Shixian is out, sisters~"
"Master Tang, please don't close the door!"
When the girls saw Tang Sufan showing up, they all looked happy and immediately rushed towards Tang Sufan's door...
Looking at the group of warblers that are about to rush up——
Tang Sufan was so frightened that he quickly closed the door.
He finally knew why Uncle Wen didn't open the door. This was too exciting.
But there were still many calls and inquiries outside the door.
"Young Master Tang, I am Zhong Yin'er from Yumanlou~"
"Young Master Tang, I am Lan'er from Huayue Pavilion~"
"Master Tang~"
"Master Tang..."
"Master Tang, could you please open the door?"
Outside the door, the girls announced their door numbers one after another. Tang Sufan listened and listened, but something didn't sound right...
Why are they all girls from brothels? !
From what Wen Bo said, he thought it was some fans of our lady who came to visit——
Why did a group of brothel girls block the door when I opened the door?
Tang Sufan, who originally wanted to experience the fan meeting elegantly, is now confused...
"Hehehe, Xiaofan is so pretty~"
Next to Tang Sufan's yard, old blacksmith Uncle Wang was holding a large porcelain bowl while twiddling the soup cakes that his mother-in-law had just made.
Sitting by the gate of the earthen house diagonally facing the entrance of Tang Sufan's yard, he chuckled while looking at the women who kept knocking on the door.
"What's the matter? That's because Xiao Fanfan has such a good face, good family background, and can read and write. Most girls like him, isn't that right?"
But then Aunt Wang glanced worriedly and said.
"Oh, but it's true that Xiao Fanfan only needs a few confidantes. I wonder if that kid's thin body can handle so many?"
Upon hearing this, Old Uncle Wang naturally snorted.
"Hmph, old man, I didn't have a handsome boy when I was young, too? I was told in the village that I had a lot of kisses——"
As Uncle Wang watched, he started arguing with his mother-in-law.
Is it true that these gossipy bitches are called romantic if they are good-looking?
Wouldn't it be considered obscene if we have a weak appearance?
Really no brainer——
Do you understand that men need to look within?
Aunt Wang glanced at it, then quickly shook her head in disgust.
If I hadn't been obsessed with sex when I was young, I would have fallen in love with this damn good guy in the village, and I wouldn't have married him.
As a result, I am so old that I still look like this, which makes me angry!
If I hadn't married him, my parents would have died long ago and all the family's savings would have been spent. Otherwise, how could I live like this now?
If Su Fan hadn't come back, given his old man a craft, and lent him money to open a shop for his old man.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be able to afford food now——
Then Aunt Wang became more and more angry as she thought about it, and couldn't help but said angrily.
"What? You also want to be surrounded by these women?"
Uncle Wang, who was still eating soup cakes, obviously hadn't realized his dangerous situation.
He shook his head and hurriedly said to his mother-in-law: "Don't want to, don't want to~"
However, the raised corners of his mouth still revealed Old Uncle Wang's true inner thoughts.
If the old man is surrounded by these beautiful ladies, it will be worth his death~
Xiaofan's body is not good for that kid, but I am, old man! Hehe~
Snapped!
Aunt Wang looked angry and put Wan directly on the stool.
He twisted Uncle Wang's ears directly with his backhand. The painful old Uncle Wang hissed and breathed out hot air.
"Wang Datie, don't you want to? Don't think that I don't know that you visited the Bean Widow in the West Market two days ago!"
"Let's go, I have to have a good talk with you today!"
"Hey, madam, no, no! I just made two wheels and sent them over~"
"Oh, you didn't get paid again?"
"Isn't it just that I can't live a good life? We...we..."
"Well done to you, Wang Datie!"
Old Uncle Wang looked bitter and continued to beg for mercy, but his wife couldn't help it and already dragged him by the ear into the house.
Then there were waves of Aunt Wang's roars of the Hedong lion.
Naturally, the ringing started in Lao Wang's house.
But Tang Sufan over there was frowning, and he carefully recruited two pretty good-looking girls to come in and ask.
They already know that the music and choreography of Chunxin Pavilion were given by Tang Su.
Most of the spring buildings in Chang'an City are in the East Market, and news spreads quickly during this time.
These old ladies in Chunlou are all human beings.
Early in the morning, I asked my top performers and girls who could afford a bit of fame to come to ask for music in person, and brought a lot of money with them.
Since Su Meiyu had gone to negotiate business with major spring buildings before, the address of Jinghe Village was exposed during this visit.
So there was the spectacle of being surrounded by a group of Chunlou women all morning...
After hearing this, Tang Sufan twitched the corner of his mouth, how should he live a pure life~
Immediately, they began to drive these girls away.
It doesn’t matter whether I can produce so many songs or not, what about the other families?
Then wouldn’t he have to be surrounded by people from Chunlou all day long?
If word of this spreads out, will my reputation as a gentle young man still be used?
After some hard talking, the girls from Chunlou who gathered at the door were dispersed.
Even if I, Tang Sufan, pretend to be upright and upright, even if I die of poverty, starvation, or jump off a building, I will never compose music for money or gain.
All the warblers really had no choice but to give up...
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