The eunuch visited the brothel, but he was helpless.
In front of Chang Ming, Zhao An couldn't help but take out the guy and fight the young man for three hundred rounds.
While waiting for Qian Yuwei, there were many birds and birds coming and going nearby, making people dizzy.
The girls of Jiaofangsi are well-read in history books and have a strong aroma of books. Unfortunately, their life experiences are too miserable. The delicate flowers who rely on the power of the family have no place to shelter from the wind and rain after the family falls apart.
After waiting for a while, Xiu Sanniang didn't come back, but Zhao An and Chang Ming were already halfway through their drinking tour.
"Brother Zhao, does that girl know that you are disabled?" Chang Ming chuckled, his mean expression was definitely intentional.
Zhao An also felt strange. Could it be that the girl thought she had too little money?
While thinking about it, Xiu Sanniang hurried downstairs, a bit of embarrassment on her still charming face.
Miss Qianyu said that she had just arrived and there were no guests with similar interests yet. If she could make the beauty smile, she could make a deep friendship.
To put it bluntly, I found a decent excuse and didn't refuse directly, but I definitely had no intention of "making friends".
Generally, girls who join the Jiaofang Division will have a three-month rest period, and then they will be assigned different tasks according to their abilities.
A talented person can be a hustle and bustle, but not a prostitute. If he doesn't know how to do anything, he can only accompany guests.
Qian Yuwei is obviously the type of person who is talented and intends to keep her integrity.
"I'm sorry to you two distinguished guests. Miss Qianyu is very fond of poetry and music. If the answers from these two gentlemen can make her tempted, there's nothing wrong with spending the evening together."
Xiu Sanniang handed over a round fan, with green mountains and the distant sun on the top, a few isolated graves on the bottom, and a signature of "Juanxiu Aura" in the corner.
Qian Yuwei is indeed a lady among everyone.
Other people's round fans are filled with flowers, birds, fish, insects, and moonlight wind, but her round fan is so sad.
It seems that her family died tragically. She was the only one who survived the whole family. Could it be because of Chen Guogong?
Zhao An stared at the fragrant fan and accidentally thought too much.
Suddenly the nearby customers started to get noisy, "We want to win Miss Qianyu's favor. Everyone is here to visit the brothel. Why should those two boys have a chance?"
"That's right, count me in!"
As the noise spread, Xiu Sanniang quickly put on a smile and comforted her: "Since everyone is interested, let's try it together."
She showed the fans to everyone one by one. As long as she wrote a poem suitable for the occasion, she might become Miss Qianyu's guest.
Chang Ming looked at the lively environment and the enthusiastic crowd, and felt happy in his heart. He sighed to Zhao An: "Brother Zhao, it seems you didn't lie to me. Women really like these things, but what should I do if I can't write poetry?"
"I'll write to you later."
Of course Zhao An would not write to him immediately, he would have to wait for an opportunity to bring him down.
As for Qian Yuwei, Zhao An really wanted to see her. There were many dignitaries coming to places like this. If she had a grudge against Chen Guogong, it would be worthwhile to win over her, and then let her investigate those sensual officials and leave evidence.
"Brother Chang Ming, I will give you a demonstration today to see if poetry can win a woman's heart."
Zhao An pretended to roll up his sleeves and asked Xiu Sanniang to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Chang Ming was slightly startled, but he was curious. If Zhao An could really win over a young man who had not yet passed his hiatus with a few poems, he would sincerely make this eunuch a friend in the future.
"Hey, that guy really wants to write."
"Miss Qianyu's request is not so easy to achieve."
"The round fan engraved the past that Miss Qianyu couldn't bear to look back on. She was already so sad that she couldn't possibly be moved."
The guests here are well-educated people who can see through the essence.
It was a miracle that the woman who had killed her whole family was still alive. Not only had she turned into a walking zombie in the pain and suffering, it was also impossible for her to fall in love with anyone again.
There were even many good people who came to Zhao An to find out what was going on.
Zhao An smiled slightly and started writing quickly.
"Ten years of life and death are so vast. I can't forget them without thinking about them. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about the desolation."
A few words made the originally noisy hall fall into silence. These words matched the Qingshan Tomb with a fan. It was an indescribable fit, and it seemed that Qian Yuwei's life had been written out.
Chang Ming stared at the ink-stained rice paper, feeling a turmoil in his heart.
Although he didn't understand poetry, as a retainer of the Chen family, he had naturally heard the so-called romantic poems recited by Cai Chi.
Their talents seem to be nothing compared to the few words in front of them.
"I want to put my thoughts on the Yao Qin. I have few close friends, and no one will listen when the string is broken."
Zhao An finished one more sentence before putting pen to paper.
He excerpted "Jiang Chengzi" and "Xiao Zhongshan", these two sentences are also the most suitable for Qian Yuwei's current mood.
"Excellent literary talent, amazing!"
"May I ask where you are employed, sir?"
Everyone was so shocked that they kept shouting.
Xiu Sanniang was astonished and ran upstairs with the rice paper, shouting as she ran: "Xiao Yu, you are lucky today."
Everyone's enthusiasm made Zhao An have a headache, especially Chang Ming's eyes were shining, as if he believed what he had said before.
Find an opportunity to get him drunk later.
In the quiet room on the second floor, a girl in a long aqua dress was sitting quietly by the dressing table. She didn't notice when Xiu Sanniang ran in. Her dark eyebrows were filled with unconcealable sadness, as if she was worried about everything. All lost interest.
"Look, this is written for you by a strange young master."
Xiu Sanniang put down the rice paper as if she were offering a treasure, while Qian Yuwei looked at it in confusion.
Although the two lines of writing on the rice paper were a bit ugly, the content made her dumbfounded.
She claimed to be from a scholarly family, but the other party was very observant and expressed her sadness in just two sentences.
"How's it going? Do you want to meet that young master?"
Xiu Sanniang waited eagerly.
After a long time, Qian Yuwei came back to her senses. She held the paper and smiled bitterly: "This young master's talent is far beyond my ability. Please tell that young master that it is not convenient to see guests today. Qian Yuwei will treat him well in the future." .”
Xiu Sanniang shrugged, she didn't like forcing others.
Everyone in the hall is still waiting for the results.
Xiu Sanniang was good at talking. She ran back all the way, bowing and pouring wine. She first praised Zhao An for his unparalleled talent and love, and then expressed Qian Yuwei's meaning tactfully.
"Miss Qianyu is so arrogant!"
"Yes, Brother Zhao is already outstanding."
Some people actually started to fight against each other, and Xiu Sanniang was very straightforward. She directly waived all expenses for Zhao An and Chang Ming today, and at Zhao An's instruction, they were given a quiet private room.
Chang Ming had been holding back and didn't ask. There was no one around, so he asked doubtfully: "Didn't you say you could take down that Qianyu girl?"
Zhao An rolled his eyes.
I really thought that picking up girls was like laying eggs!
Furthermore, the other party will definitely not be in a good mood after seeing those two lines of the poem. Refusing to meet the guest just means that the poem has been approved by the other party.
