Traveling across the heavens starting from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 17 Li Huaian’s Night

Inside the boudoir.

The gauze curtain dances lightly, like a dream.

The aroma in the house is refreshing.

Especially Su Ruoqiu, who was dressed for bathing, with a wide skirt, sitting on the edge of the desk as if lying down, with half of her body lazily pressed on the table, letting her beautiful figure show off.

In one hand, he held the half of "Magnolia" written by Li Huaian.

Eyes blurred.

When she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, Su Ruoqiu took her eyes away from the poem in her hand and looked at the door. When she saw Li Huaian walking in, her face suddenly showed a look of joy, and she quickly stood up to greet her, regardless of wearing clothes. The robe on her body fell off because it was untied, revealing a soft white body wearing only a small coat. She folded her hands in front of her and bent her knees.

"Slave, Ruoqiu has met Li Langjun."

Li Huaian looked at Su Ruoqiu, who was only wearing small clothes and saluting, and quickly returned the salute: "Li Huaian has met Miss Su."

at this time.

Want to meet Su Ruoqiu.

On the contrary, it made him lose all the emotions he had on the way here, and his whole person suddenly entered a relaxed state, with a sense of casualness that the sky was falling.

After returning the gift, I still had time to appreciate the beauty in front of me. I carefully observed the courtesan of Wanhua House and saw the stunning figure of the brothel beauty of the Tang Dynasty up close.

Su Ruoqiu said softly: "Mr. Lang, you can call me Nu Ruoqiu."

"it is good."

"Ruoqiu."

Li Huaian nodded and found that the other party's hair was still a little damp. He quickly walked to the desk where Su Ruoqiu had just been lying on and picked up the fallen robe.

"Your hair is still wet, don't catch a cold."

talking room.

Putting the robe on Su Ruoqiu's body, it also invisibly brought the distance between the two closer.

The robe is on you.

Su Ruoqiu smelled the scent of Li Huaian, her face began to turn red quietly, her eyes were filled with spring water, without any trace of the charm she had just danced with.

More like a little woman having intimate contact with a man for the first time.

This is also understandable.

After all, Su Ruoqiu was an oiran trained by Wanhualou with a lot of money. From the moment she was selected to be trained as an oiran, it was impossible for Wanhualou's madam to let her have close contact with any man.

This is also to ensure that Su Ruoqiu can bring maximum benefits to Wanhua House before becoming the oiran.

After all, even in a brothel, first-hand goods are still the most valuable.

"My calligraphy is really ugly, and it's embarrassing in front of Ruo Qiu."

Li Huaian picked up his copy of "Magnolia" on the desk. When he first wrote it, he didn't feel that the handwriting was embarrassing. When he saw it afterwards, he really wanted to burn the piece of paper. impulse.

I also made up my mind.

after.

Whenever you encounter a situation where you need to write a lot of calligraphy, you must find someone to do the writing for you and never do the calligraphy yourself again.

I really can't afford to lose this person.

Fortunately, I had practiced using copybooks from the Tang Dynasty in advance.

If you haven't practiced it in advance, you won't be able to watch it at all.

When Li Huaian was debating whether to burn the piece of paper in front of him with his own handwriting on it.

Su Ruoqiu came over and said softly and comfortingly: "Lang Jun, if you have the right, no one is perfect. I read Lang Jun's calligraphy, but I found it interesting. Together with Lang Jun's poems, I like it. I like it." It’s incredible.”

Li Huaian looked at the beauty in front of him and said warmly: "As long as you like it, it's given to you anyway. I can think of this poem because of you."

"Your name contains the word Ruoqiu, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of this poem. Now this poem can be regarded as commemorating our first meeting tonight."

Explain why you wrote this poem.

I also gave up my plan to burn the poem. "I thank you for your poem."

be able to get this poem.

Su Ruoqiu was really happy.

For her, this poem is the greatest opportunity in life.

Tomorrow, the name Su Ruoqiu will once again be famous in Chang'an with this poem, and will be praised among literati throughout the Tang Dynasty.

It is more likely that this poem will remain in the history of history.

Because of a poem, future generations knew that she existed in the brothel in Pingkangfang, Chang'an, Tang Dynasty.

This is the highest pursuit of a brothel woman.

Otherwise, why are there so many brothel girls who like literati and talented people, and when they meet a literati with literary talent, they are willing to lower their status to accompany them, or even pay for them, which can make brothel girls flock to them.

Isn’t that what it’s for?

This is also the reason why brothels choose poetry competitions instead of money competitions when they hold oiran contests.

All it takes is a poem by a famous person through the ages.

Be it a brothel or an oiran.

It’s all a win-win bet.

obviously.

This song "Magnolia" is enough to be passed down to future generations.

Because of this poem, the brothel can expand its reputation and attract more admiring wealthy customers.

The oiran's worth will double because of this poem, he will make friends with higher-status guests, and he will be able to refuse many things he is unwilling to do.

thought here.

Su Ruoqiu's eyes seemed to melt when she looked at Li Huaian, and the spring water in her eyes was almost overflowing.

That look made me want to eat the person in front of me right now.

Li Huaian saw another piece of paper on the desk, on which half of his song "Magnolia" was copied in Juanxiu's handwriting.

So asked.

"Did you copy this poem?"

"Mr. Lang actually saw the poem copied by the slave."

"Before Langjun came just now, while I was savoring this poem, I couldn't help but start copying it. Langjun would like to see how I wrote it."

Su Ruoqiu quickly picked up the piece of paper on which she copied the poem and handed it to Li Huaian for tasting.

at this time.

Her voice was already full of spring, and even her movements when she bent over revealed a delicate and charming look.

"Better than what I wrote."

Li Huaian looked at the beautiful handwriting on the paper and had the idea of ​​​​letting Su Ruoqiu ghostwrite for him in the Tang Dynasty. It would also be good to have a beautiful oiran as his secretary.

With this idea.

It can no longer be lingered on.

"No way, Mr. Lang is making fun of me."

get compliments.

Su Ruoqiu lowered her head and peeked at Li Huaian, looking forward to his appearance.

This shy and charming look.

Li Huaian's appetite was whetted, and he could no longer control the bottom line of more than twenty years. He hugged Su Ruoqiu into his arms, feeling the beauty's softness and smelling her fragrance.

I was confused and confused for a while.

(End of this chapter)