"Mr. Zhao, I look forward to the stars and the moon, and finally you are here -"
After not seeing each other for a few days, Xiu Sanniang showed off her white dress, smiled and spoke more and more pleasantly.
She followed the instructions to promote the perfume and soap in the capital, and indeed many people were interested. They just asked when they would be released.
"No hurry, no rush, please help me select a few girls with different characteristics. Let's hold an auction first and cut a wave of leeks."
The dignitaries are not short of money, and the leeks will not be cut until they are harvested.
"It turns out that Mr. Zhao knows how to be a merchant, but Sanniang underestimated him. I'll do it now."
Xiu Sanniang smiled and called upstairs at the top of her lungs: "Qianyu, Mr. Zhao is here, why don't you come down quickly to entertain us."
After saying that, a girl in a black and white dyed dress floated over. Her face was as bright as the bright moon, and she shocked the guests as soon as she appeared.
Worthy of being an oiran.
Ning Xueer stood behind Zhao An. She had already taken off her eunuch's robe, and she was dressed as a young man in a fresh and fair manner. She secretly said, "Brother, is this lady your concubine?"
puff!
Zhao An squirted out a mouthful of tea.
The little girl is not big, but she talks so fiercely.
Is this called a concubine? This is called a confidante!
"It turns out that my brother also visits brothels."
"Shut up if you don't know how to speak. I'm here to discuss business."
Zhao An cleared his throat and waved to Qian Yuwei. The latter's eyes were sparkling and his pace was much faster, making the guests jealous and jealous.
You must know that Qian Yuwei has not yet arrived to meet the guests. According to the rules of the Jiaofang Division, even if the guests have requests now, she can refuse. No matter how much money she offers, it will be useless.
Of course, if a nobleman really fell in love with her, there was no way she could refuse.
"Sir, Qian Yu is polite. May I ask if you have any good works if you come here today?"
Qian Yuwei really loves Zhao An's poems, and she reads a lot. However, throughout ancient history, many famous writers and sages may not be as proficient in poetry as this young gentleman in front of her.
Zhao An has been ready for a long time.
I had excerpted a piece of "Shui Tiao Song Tou" for the Queen Mother, and I just showed it to her for appreciation. I guess her mood was not much different.
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky..."
Qian Yuwei stared at the ugly handwriting intently, her fair face filled with pain, and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes.
How many years.
This poem was written into her heart.
"Sir, you are a great talent, and this little girl admires you."
Qian Yuwei carefully folded the paper and put it into her sleeve, as if storing some important treasure.
"Sir, have you ever thought about getting a merit degree?"
"Fame is like a floating cloud to me. Compared with being an official, I still like to get drunk and lie on the lap of a beautiful woman."
Zhao An blinked, looking like a big playboy.
Qian Yuwei's cheeks turned red and she invited her upstairs.
"Why, is that boy as handsome as me?"
"People can write poetry, can you?"
"What's so rare, isn't it just writing poetry?"
Qian Yuwei's kindness to Zhao An made all the wolf friends present feel uncomfortable and protested one after another.
One of the scholars in purple was the most dissatisfied, but I have to say, this guy is so damn handsome!
Zhao An teased: "Brother, can you also write poetry?"
"Haha, get rid of it for the young master. Boy, I am the Cui family of Dongchuan, and Cui Shixiang is also the prime minister."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Even Ning Xueer couldn't help but cover her little mouth in surprise.
Zhao An said confusedly: "Is he famous?"
Qian Yuwei looked like she was looking at a monster, "The Cui family of Dongchuan is where the Cui family belongs. He is the only remaining literary figure in the literary world. He is the leading figure in the literary world in the north. He is considered a "sage" together with Mr. Zhou Miao in the south. Mr. Cui It can be said that he is under the seat of the Holy Sect.”
Holy Gate...
The first thing that came to Zhao An's mind was Confucius. Obviously there was no Confucius in this world.
"Do you know the origin of this young master?" Cui Shixiang flicked his hair and looked extremely arrogant. Zhao An looked around him and asked, "This classmate Shi Zhenxiang, what advice do you have?"
"Not polite! It's Cui Shixiang! Ahem, I want to compete with you. If I lose, give Miss Qianyu to me, so that you won't offend the beauty."
"Haha, you are very brave. Brother, don't blame me for not reminding you. I am the protagonist of Destiny. Don't you feel like a villain?"
"What kind of villain? I don't understand what you're talking about, so I'm just asking you if you dare."
"Dare, what's the bet?"
Zhao An happens to be holding an auction. Since he is a disciple of the Holy Sect, he is not short of money. He can make some friends and trick him.
Cui Shixiang pondered for a moment, his eyes brightening, "Of course it's for the ranking! I came to Beijing this time just for the monthly ranking."
"Is anyone doing a live broadcast?"
"It's the literary monthly list, you bastard! Every month, the imperial city publishes a list to select talents from among the people for use by the imperial court. Let's compete to see who can dominate this month's monthly list."
"It's interesting. What's the bet?"
"If I lose, I will accept you as my teacher. If you lose, you will accept me as your teacher. How dare you?"
"This is what you said. You are a disciple of a saint. If I accept you, I will become a fairy."
"Crazy man!"
Cui Shixiang's eyes were round and very angry. He had never seen such a shameless person since he came out of the mountain.
Qian Yuwei also became interested and took the two of them to the backyard of Cuixiang Garden.
Going out the back door is the river in the city. You can board the painting boat and go directly to Jingxin Lake, where the list is set up.
It just so happened that Zhao An didn't want to show up in public, so hiding in the boat could save him a lot of trouble.
Moreover, he has killed Cui Shixiang today!
The boat slowly moves towards Jingxin Lake, with warblers and swallows on both sides of the river. Many beautiful girls are chatting and laughing, squatting by the river and washing clothes. It is so beautiful.
"This is the time traveler!"
Zhao An couldn't help but feel so heroic. He stood on the bow of the boat and bowed to the girls on both sides of the bank. He said loudly: "The weather is nice today. I want to send a poem to my sisters. Do you want to hear it?"
"think--"
The girls on both sides of the Taiwan Strait laughed together.
"Bah, shameless, scum."
Cui Shixiang looked like an idiot, and Qian Yuwei had the same look. She knew that Zhao An had a wild personality, but she didn't expect him to be so wild and uninhibited.
Zhao An ignored the two men's disdainful glances and said loudly: "The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."
After the words fell, there was silence on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
The next second, smelly socks and rotten vegetables rained down on the boat.
Zhao An scurried away with his head in his hands and hid in the cabin.
"shameless!"
"How dare you scold us!"
"That's right, we are so beautiful, how could we be monkeys!"
"Asshole, get out and die!"
The girls were fuming on the shore. They grabbed wooden pestles and wanted to jump on the boat and beat the bastard to death for speaking freely.
Ning Xueer smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, you will be beaten if you do this again."
"What are you afraid of? They can still fly up and beat me up?"
Old God Zhao An was shaking his wine glass on the ground, and he was in a good mood.
The palace is too depressing, this is how people live!
Qian Yuwei held her fair forehead and was speechless.
Cui Shixiang clasped his fists and looked at this annoying guy with admiration.
