Before Song Wanru could knock on the door, she heard faint singing.
Tactful and low-pitched, sad and sad.
"We meet temporarily in front of flowers and under the moon. Bitterness and hatred prevent us from taking it easy. What's more, when we wake up from wine, our dreams are broken, and the flowers fade and the moon is hazy.
The flowers are endless and the moon is endless. Two minds. At this time, I wish to do it, and the thousands of willow threads will trip up the spring breeze. "
She knew that the person singing the song was Wen Jiuniang, the shopkeeper of Zui Chun Tower.
Finished singing the song.
I also heard an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life comment: "Jiuniang's singing of "Revealing the Heart" still makes me feel refreshed."
"You are willing to come to Zui Chun Tower more often, and I will sing my sincere love every day."
"How can I have so much free time? I even take a rest from dealing with political affairs on weekdays. How can I treat Zuichun Tower as a comfortable home like the nobles and nobles?"
After the man finished speaking, he smiled and said: "The people outside the door have also finished listening to "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings", why not call her in, maybe there is something urgent."
The words just fell.
Shopkeeper Wen Jiuniang opened the door for Song Wanru.
The finest agarwood was burning in the room. The moment the door was opened, the gentle breeze floated diagonally towards the person sitting upright.
This person's clothes are not very particular. She is used to seeing powerful people in Zuichun Tower, and she wears countless extravagant and lustful clothes.
The bearded old man has a sense of oppression from being in power for a long time, as if a single word can decide her life or death.
As for appearance, it is not noticeable.
Wen Jiuniang welcomed her into the house, and closed the door again very gently. Her movements such as twisting her waist, raising her hands, and raising her wrists were pleasing to the eye, and there was nothing wrong with her. Maybe the maids who served Master Wu in the palace were not necessarily like Wen Jiuniang.
Song Wanru lowered her head.
"Look up." The old man smiled.
Not long.
The old man praised: "Kou Xiaowan with Incense Fan is indeed a rare beauty."
A little less than stunning, among the many beauties in Zui Chun Tower, only Yu Bainiang is worthy of the word stunning.
Wen Jiuniang said with a smile: "Kou Xiaowan hit it off with a talented scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, and they fell in love with each other. Soon they made a private arrangement at their residence in Meixiangfang. The talented man was short of money, and the rich friends he made in Beijing heard that the talented man had something like this. The romantic sentiments and generous donations lead to a happy marriage.
The talented man gave Kou Xiaowan a fine carved ivory bone and white palace fan, and also gave him a love poem on the spot, saying that if he were in high school, he would definitely marry her home in an upright and upright manner.
It's a pity that God is most willing to play tricks on lovers. The talented man failed the exam. Maybe he let out his bold words. Now that he failed the exam and had no face to see others, he quietly abandoned her and returned to his hometown.
Kou Xiaowan broke off the palace fan in front of all the distinguished guests at Meixiangfang, ending this romantic relationship.
The famous song "Pipa Ji" she gave to the talented scholar in return at that time has never been played again. "
The old man looked at it curiously: "That's how the name of the incense fan pendant came from. Who paid back the money owed by the famous scholar?"
"Who else could it be? Of course it's her! Kou Xiaowan had already accumulated enough money to redeem himself. In order to pay off his debts, he once spent it all and continued to perform at Meixiangfang."
"Meixiangfang was annexed by Zuichunlou." The old man drank tea and said with a smile.
Wen Jiuniang said: "Yes, before that Kou Xiaowan happened to have accumulated enough money to redeem herself, and left Meixiangfang to live in seclusion in Kaixi City. In order to invite her, I went to great lengths."
"Not bad, not bad." The old man didn't care about Kou Xiaowan's sadness at all, he only thought her story was a little novel.
After all, this is the southern capital of Wu. There are so many talented people coming and going, and so many beautiful stories that come and go, that your ears feel numb.
The old man put down his tea bowl and said jokingly: "The love poem that the talented man gave you couldn't be this "Qing Ping Tiao", right?"
Wen Jiuniang looked at Song Wanru with a smile.
Song Wanru has long been familiar with playing tricks in the world of mortals.
Immediately, he said with a gloomy look: "How can a heartless man be compared with the young man? I'm afraid that the noble man's ears will be stained if I read that poem."
"Say!" the old man clapped his hands and said frivolously.
Wen Jiuniang observed the words and expressions, moved her lotus steps lightly, and rubbed the old man's shoulders and back just right.
“The green streams are all planted with Xinyi trees, not including the peach and plum blossoms in the east wind.
There is a sloping path along the Zhulou Road, and the kings and grandsons are vying to drive Fu Ping's chariot. "
After Song Wanru just said this, the old man laughed heartily, as if he had heard a very funny joke.
He asked: "What's the gifted man's name?"
"Shen Shixiu."
The old man frowned and thought about it carefully, and said strangely: "In recent years, I have never heard of a talented person like Shen Shixiu."
Wen Jiuniang smiled and said: "There are so many so-called talents in Kaixi City. It is understandable that you have never heard of them."
"Too."
The old man looked at Song Wanru again: "What are you here for?"
Song Wanru quickly revealed her purpose.
As the shopkeeper, Wen Jiuniang said nothing. The old man waved his hand and said, "It is your honor for the young man to write such a good poem and stay at your place! If you have nothing else to do, please leave."
Song Wanru said goodbye to the old man and Wen Jiuniang.
Until the sound of her footsteps could no longer be heard.
The shopkeeper, who was still elegant and charming in his middle age, leaned close to the old man's ear and asked softly: "I want that young man to come here so that you can take a look?"
The old man didn't care: "What do you think of a dying man? It's bad luck. Instead of seeing the fish and meat on the chopping board, it's better to look at the young man who can make clouds and clothes look like flowers and look like flowers."
"Yes, yes, who are you! You are Sun Yuanji, the deputy privy envoy of Wu Dynasty. Even if you are the supreme minister, I have to listen carefully to your words. After accompanying me, I will personally arrange for the young man to visit you. Maybe you can achieve something. A wonderful story of friendship."
"Hmph, Jiuniang is getting more and more courageous and dares to call me by my first name." Sun Yuanji was not angry.
Wen Jiuniang stopped rubbing her shoulders and patting Shui Lingling's hand on her back, and pushed him: "I wonder if Sun Langjun, who could fight fiercely all night back then, can still eat?"
Sun Yuanji stood up quietly, pulling Wen Jiuniang towards the bed.
Song Wanru returned to Kouzi Pavilion and saw that the maid who had been ordered to wait outside the door was still there, "The shopkeeper agreed."
"Yes, girl."
The maid took a step forward.
Song Wanru suddenly said to herself: "As expected, Sun Yuanji, the deputy privy envoy, is an old friend of the shopkeeper. The real details of Zuichun Tower are intriguing."
The maid didn't stop and left straight away. She didn't know she heard her.
Entered the boudoir.
Shen Li was sleeping soundly, snoring from time to time.
Song Wanru took a deep breath and counted the time in her heart.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, anxious and helpless, she pushed Shen Li awake.
Shen Li opened his eyes suddenly, and instantly thought that he was by Sister Song's side, and immediately felt relieved.
"Oh, I haven't slept enough yet..."
"Don't sleep. A big figure from the Nanwu Temple will see you later."
Shen Li completely lost his sleepiness.
"who?"
"Deputy Privy Councilor Sun Yuanji."
"..."
Song Wanru was so angry that she pinched his ears: "I told you not to be in the limelight! I told you not to be in the limelight! Didn't Sister Xie tell you?! It's okay now. If Sun Yuanji catches his fault, even if you are born in the Vajra state, you will never get out of drunkenness. One step forward!!"
"Good sister, please stop screwing me, please stop screwing me!" Shen Li cried bitterly, "For the sake of giving you two poems, please forgive me this time."
The poems Song Wanru recited in front of Sun Yuanji were also written by Shen Li.
"Hmph, think about how to deal with Sun Yuanji."
"Can't I kill him?"
"A dignified deputy privy envoy of a country, don't you have a master retinue by your side?" Song Wanru asked with a sneer.
"What if Sun Yuanji..."
"Nothing goes wrong. When I went to see Wen Jiuniang, there were two eyes that never left me. I didn't even find where they were."
Shen Li felt like his head was getting bigger.
