After "Ning" for a long time, Ji Jin still couldn't say a complete sentence, so he simply hid behind Shen Youchu, almost crying.
what to do?
She originally planned to leave a good impression on Shixian when they met for the first time, but now she will definitely think that she is disrespectful.
But the more she cared about it, the more nervous she became, and the more nervous she became, the more speechless she became. Even after preparing for a long time, she was still extremely nervous.
Ning Wuyan didn't expect that Miss Ji, who was as calm and composed as an old scholar in front of thousands of students yesterday, was actually a little...scared of life?
The talented woman who made people admire her was so down-to-earth at this moment, so he spoke freely: "I met Miss Ji yesterday by the Xuanwu Lake. I was so shocked that I still remember her freshly."
He wasn't trying to be flattery.
If you stay far away, you will be attracted by Ji Jin's unearthly temperament.
Up close, Ji Jin, who has fair skin and looks like a fairy in a painting, is a standard classical beauty.
Still one in a million.
Ji Jin blushed even more after being praised. When he saw Ning Wuxu's sincere eyes, he knew that he was not frivolous but telling the truth, and his heart raced like a deer.
"Thank you... thank you. I also admire your poems... I have admired them for a long time."
When it comes to poetry, Ji Jin stumbles a little, but he can express himself normally.
oh.
Ning Wuyi thought to himself: I thought you came to play with me because you admired me. If you admire poetry, we can only keep the conversation short.
"I've been busy developing perfume recently, and I'm not in the mood to write poetry. If Miss Ji wants to compare notes, can you wait until I'm done?" Ning Wuyang discussed softly.
Seeing Ji Jin's cautious look, he couldn't help but worry that if he spoke louder, he would scare people out of their wits.
Ji Jin touched her sleeve, where there was a poem she wrote for Shixian.
My original intention was to invite the Shixian to accept me once we met.
But he said he was busy...
"Mr. Ning, I know you are very busy, but would you please take some time to help Jin'er read her...newly written poems?" Shen Youchu finally woke up from his beauty, rolled up Ji Jin's sleeves, and took out the poem. The poem was stuffed into Ning Wuyan's hand.
Sure enough, he is here to ask for advice on poetry again. It seems that he will have to put up a sign to tell everyone that he will not accept guests for the time being.
Ning Wuyan smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemums clinging to his body on the paper. He looked at Ji Jin, whose face was as red as an apple, "Miss Ji, can I open it and take a look?"
"able……"
Ji Jin replied in a low voice, looking enviously at Youchu who was as calm as usual.
Obviously Youchu and Ning Shixian only met one day before her, but they seemed to have known each other for a long time.
And she.
Even when I wrote a poem for Ning Shixian, I didn't dare to say that I wrote it for him, for fear that he would laugh.
"The flowers of the wind have all gone, and only the fragrance of love remains. The ground is covered with yellow silk, who is worthy of picking it now?
A kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure and sorrow. There is no doubt that people are thinner than yellow flowers. "
After Ning Wuyan finished reading this poem, he realized that Ji Jin looked haggard and worried, so he thought that she was a friend of a friend and he wanted to comfort her.
"Miss Ji, the poems are very good, but the feelings are very sad. As a person, you should be more optimistic. If you have flowers, you must break them. Don't wait until there are no flowers."
He folded the paper carefully along the marks on the paper, stuffed it back into Shen Youchu's little hand, picked up the sack at his feet, and showed it to the two of them proudly.
"I heard from Miss Shen that you love chrysanthemums, Miss Ji. I bought some dried chrysanthemums from the flower house at Hanshan Temple yesterday and made them into chrysanthemum perfume. It will be more fragrant than the incense you are using on your clothes now, Miss Ji." Much more.”
Than discuss poetry.
Ning Wuhao focuses more on bringing goods.
"Jin'er, as you can see, Mr. Ning values his perfume more than his poems." Shen Youchu unceremoniously revealed Ning Wuyan's true face.
If there are flowers, you must break them off. Don’t wait until there are no flowers.
Ji Jin did notice Ning Wuyan's casualness. She hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't restrain her curiosity. She opened her red lips lightly and said, "Ning Shixian... why do you want to take this small path of developing perfume?"
"because I like it."
After revealing the identity of the Poet Immortal, the value of the poems he wrote can indeed rise, but in order to be realized, others need to judge and price him.
If he makes a living from this, he will definitely encounter officials like Ye Tongpan who want to squeeze his value.
If you don't cooperate with those people, your poems will definitely not be sold. Just like the contemporary king of poets, in order to reject the old emperor's invitation to become a royal gentleman, wouldn't he also bother to hold a talent conference to select his successor?
Ning Wuhuang didn't want to enter the court because of this, go to the palace before dawn like his second uncle, and have to be picked on by his superiors every day.
He just wants to be a conscientious boss who sleeps until he wakes up naturally and counts money until his hands cramp.
King Xu Shi's family was a big landowner. The Xu family relied on their talent, fame and connections to make the children of the family prosperous in official careers, so that King Xu Shi could travel without having to worry about money and reject the old emperor.
He doesn't want to be someone else's chess piece, but he also needs to have a solid foundation.
With enough money comes a certain amount of freedom.
As for Quan, he is one with the Ning family, and he will continue to manage the title of Shixian, so he cannot tarnish it.
"Because I like..."
Ji Jin looked longingly at Ning Wuhao, who was dressed in simple but glittering clothes under the setting sun. She always felt that although Shixian was different from her imagination, it had a more tangible sense of reality.
"Ning Shixian..."
"Just call me Mr. Ning."
"Mr. Ning, can I come and ask you for advice again? I like poetry very much, and I also like your... poems."
Ning Wuyang thought to himself: I'm really sorry for your liking. I'm not the author, I'm just the mover.
"I'm not free these days. When the perfume is made, can I invite you and Miss Shen to be my guests?"
Ning Wushu took the initiative to invite him, which was beyond Ji Jin's expectation.
After a second thought, Mr. Ning probably wanted to invite Youchu and take her with him, but he couldn't hide his disappointment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ning."
"No trouble."
Ji Da's talented girl is extremely valuable and has a wide social circle.
He could only ask for Ji Jin to help carry the goods for free.
Shen Youchu was also a little disappointed.
She also wanted to come and play around every day, but she had to wait until she was invited to come... She guessed that Mr. Ning only liked to write poems and didn't like to discuss these things. He might serve tea to see guests off, but in order to accompany Jin'er, She could only endure it for a few more days.
"Mr. Ning, tell me immediately when the perfume is ready."
Shen Youchu didn't stay to delay Ning Wuchang from getting down to business.
She was also looking forward to whether the perfume Mr. Ning mentioned had the magical effect he said.
Ning Wuyan took the opportunity to ask: "Where do you live? Once it's ready, I'll send someone to deliver a message to you."
In fact, he could guess Shen Youchu's true identity.
Although the surname Shen is common, there is no Shen family in Jinling who can afford to wear gold threads, spend tens of thousands of taels of silver, and always have maids around.
"I live on an island in the middle of the lake."
Shen Youchu took off a jade plaque from his waist.
"When the time comes, you have someone take this jade token to the island to find me, and the boy guarding the bridge will let me go."
It was indeed Island Master Shen.
Ning Wu was not surprised. He took the jade token and hung it on his waist. He held the sack and hugged the two girls before starting to work.
After Ning Wuyan walked into the courtyard, Ji Jin finally realized: "Youchu, are you not familiar with me?"
Without self-introduction, it is equivalent to a casual acquaintance.
"Familiar, you don't know, I have saved a hero..."
Shen Youchu took Ji Jin's arm and walked back, telling everything about the bullying of Ning Wuyan at Ye's Pawn Shop that day.
Waiting for Ning Wuyan to confirm that Shen Youchu and Ji Jin were far away and out of sight.
He found a wooden sign, wrote the six characters "We will not discuss poetry for the time being" with a pen, hung it at the door, and then closed the door tightly.
It wasn't until the evening of the next day that the still was delivered from Han's blacksmith shop, and the door opened and closed again.
Except for receiving purchased meals and firewood from the back door on weekdays, no one left the entire Ping An Medical Center except for the roar of the combustion-supporting bellows.
Ning Wuhuang's behavior was seen by some doubters as a guilty conscience to avoid the competition proposed by others and to expose his true face as a fake poetry fairy.
Coupled with the fact that some people secretly promoted this conspiracy theory, there were countless doubters for a while.
But soon.
The top three poems on the small island in the middle of the lake were circulated, and the first three were invited to the island again to enjoy the scenery. Everyone gradually lost their original enthusiastic interest in the poet who no longer produced new works.
Especially when several poetry clubs sent invitations to Ning Wuhuang to attend. After being declined, everyone became even more suspicious of the authenticity of Ning Wuhuang being the Immortal of Poetry. All the people who gathered around Ping An Medical Center to inquire about the matter dispersed.
That night.
Willow branches on the moon.
After staying up all night and sixty-six times of failure, Ning Wuyan finally succeeded in mastering the ratio of alcohol concentration and plant essential oils. He gently shook the porcelain bottle in his hand and took a deep breath of the peach blossom aroma emanating from the porcelain bottle.
Although it still lacks a procedure, so the taste is still very weak now, but it is exactly the same as in his memory.
"The Emperor has paid off and finally succeeded!"
Next, it only needs to be stirred and settled for another five to seven days.
A bottle of peach blossom perfume can turn out to kill all incense instantly!
Ning Wuyang was ambitiously preparing to announce that he would increase production according to the recipe proportions. He turned around and saw the six people staying up late with him, and immediately decided: "Yunfei, go buy some wine and meat. After eating, everyone will have a sleep first." , we will start work again tomorrow and make a thousand bottles of it first.”
"..."
"..."
The six of them looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, gesturing to the other party to speak up and not let the place get cold.
Ning Wuyang noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and looked at the oldest one-eyed boy.
"Brother Tong, if you have anything to say, just tell me and stare at each other. Don't your eyes hurt?"
The one-eyed boy who was named picked his head in embarrassment and had to tell the truth: "Sir, actually we don't want to throw cold water on you at this time. It's just that there is no money in the shop's books. I still paid for tonight's meal in advance." .”
It cost nearly fifty taels of silver to make this bottle of perfume.
Although they are all paying for failure, the cost of a bottle of perfume, labor and raw materials are all there, at least one or two silver.
One thousand bottles is one thousand taels.
The one-eyed boy thought to himself: Even if I take out three months of moon silver from my body, I will only be able to make four more bottles, and I have to work hungry.
