Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Su Mu and Hu Ying talked as they walked, and they came to the "Ten Thousand Flowers Building" in a short while, and as soon as they arrived at the door, a tortoise came up to him: "Young master, I haven't been here for a while, please come in quickly. Speaking of which, the girls still have to miss you, and thought you had forgotten her, hehe, this time I finally remembered it, what a sentimental kind."

While talking, Mr. Gui saw the frighteningly tall woman next to Su Mu, and couldn't help being stunned, why did the prostitutes bring their own girls when they came to the brothel.

Su Mu was also stunned, "Why haven't you come here for some time?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized that this was just the polite words of Mr. Gui, in order to make the guests feel like a regular customer and be valued by others. Feeling, in fact, is just a polite remark.

This incident is also very common in later wharf stations. For example, Su Mu once went to take a train and was hungry, so he went to the nearby food street to eat.As soon as he walked over, several proprietresses immediately came over to ask, "Hey, old acquaintances please come inside."

"You are also our regular customer, eat at ease, and I will give you a [-]% discount."

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Su Mu smiled, and was about to explain why he came, and then let Hu Ying go back by herself, but felt a pain in her waist.

Looking back, she saw Hu Ying reaching out her hand and pinching herself vigorously, her eyes were full of anger, and she yelled sharply: "Sure enough, Su Mu, you, you, you..." She was so angry that she was trembling all over.

Su Mu secretly called out "Bitter!" Just as she was about to explain, Hu Ying snorted, kicked a stone off the ground, and walked away angrily.

Su Mu: "Miss Hu, Miss Hu, listen to my explanation... I am wronged..."

Just as they were shouting, someone suddenly laughed: "So it's you, what are you doing here, but Master Hu sent you here?"

The speaker is none other than Guo Shuer from "Wanhualou".

After all, Guo Shu'er had been hanging out on this street all his life, with sharp eyes and a sharp mouth, he had already seen that the young scholar in front of him was on the same side as Hu Shun.

Su Mu smiled: "I'm here to see Miss Yunqing, why, I'm not welcome, don't tell me Miss Yunqing is busy and doesn't want to see guests?"

After speaking, he threw a piece of silver over.

Guo Shu'er took the silver and said calmly: "Open the door for business, there is no reason to push customers out, please come inside, young master."

There was a kind of uneasiness in his heart, and he always felt that something was about to happen.

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The sunlight shines into the house from the lattice of the window, making the scenery in the house chaotic and mottled.

The incense sticks curl up, drawing a curved track in the sunlight.Then it was blown away by the breeze entering the room, and scattered onto a moon-white figure.

The hot water in the black pottery kettle on the small red clay stove is already boiling, and the steam is changing in the sunlight, like a dream.

The moon white person has not gotten up yet, and the whole person is lazily leaning on the pillow.

This is an unexpectedly beautiful woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pair of big eyes and fair skin.

That's right, this person is Yun Qing, the head oiran of "Wanhualou".

As the name suggests, leaning on the bed, she looks relaxed and lazy, as straight as a white cloud coming out of Xiuxiu, indifferent and leisurely.

Unlike her calm expression, Yun Qing's heart was in a mess.

In fact, she woke up very early, but she didn't want to get up because she didn't know what to do when she got up.

If it was the past, at this time, there would have been a large group of poets lining up outside, waiting to meet him.It's not why, I just want to hear myself talk, or listen to a song.

In such a situation, she would wash and dress lazily for a long time before going into the yard, talking about Li Du and the popular poems with those already famous scholars, and then being used by the scholars. Worshiping eyes respect and love.

In this day and age, women are mostly illiterate.She Yunqing is not only literate, but also has a certain knowledge in poetry and poetry, so she is naturally sought after by scholars.

Having been pampered and supported by these big names all her life, Yun Qing also enjoys this feeling very much.

Sometimes, she even felt a little tired. When she thought about it, if she could steal half a day of leisure, it would be the best day in the world.

But I don't want to, once I really get clean, I will be so lonely and unwilling in my heart.

She had been thinking about it for a long time in bed just now: What should I do today?

Filling in the first words is boring, even if it is written, no one will applaud and appreciate it.

Painting, the peony picture has been drawn for half a month, and it is not finished yet, but why do I always lose my energy?

Drinking, if one of you doesn't drink, if you feel sad after drinking, don't you have to cry again?

Lonely!

It seems that before Li Langzhong's new poem is written, the loneliness in front of him will last for a while.

The reason for all this is because the Qingguan named Yan Niang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, relying on Long Mingqing's few tunes and words to snatch her title of Great Oiran.

Recently, Long Zainashou's "Picking Mulberries" has gained a great reputation, and almost all the brothel girls in the capital are passing on this excellent work.As the original singer, Yanniang's place is full of crowds, gathering a large group of young talents from the capital, pushing Yanniang's fame to a new peak.

Long Zai's poems are naturally excellent, and Yun Qing also likes his works very much, and yearns for them, but unfortunately he has become Yan Niang's benefactor, and suppressed himself with all his talents.

In order to get back to this situation, Yun Qing had no choice but to ask the servant girl to ask Li Mengyang, the No. 1 poet in today's poetry circle, to ask him to write a poem "Plucking Mulberries" for herself.

Li Mengyang is a doctor of the Ministry of Industry and the leader of the Seven Sons. As long as he is willing to make a move, it is possible to defeat Na Longzai.

In this regard, Yun Qing is also confident.Besides, she and Li Mengyang have known each other for almost two years. Although the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, they are confidantes, so he probably won't refuse.

Early in the morning, the servant girl went to Li's residence with her own handwritten letter. It was almost noon now, and Li Langzhong should leave the court and go home. He probably came back because of news.

Just as he was thinking, he heard footsteps, and when he looked up, it was the maid Xiaohuan.

Yun Qing hurriedly straightened up, her eyes full of anticipation: "Huan'er, is there any news?"

Xiaohuan had a terrified expression on her face: "Girl, something is wrong, something happened to Mr. Li Li Li!"

"what?"

"Li Langzhong wrote a letter yesterday to impeach the queen's younger brother, that is, Shouning Marquis Zhang Heling, saying that the country's uncle has committed crimes and is as powerful as a winged tiger, and asked the emperor to investigate and deal with it strictly. In the end, because there was no evidence, the emperor was annoyed, and he was sent to Beizhen Fusi Went to prison." Xiaohuan's eye circles were a little red: "Girl, the maidservant is not doing well...I..."

"Forget it, forget it... go down, and leave me alone." Yun Qing fell down again dejectedly.

Li Mengyang is Yunqing's only hope, it is not difficult to ask someone to write a poem, but Long Zai's poems are so good that they are already popular with everyone.In this world, there are only seven sons who can defeat him.The problem is, she doesn't know the other people in the No. [-] Middle School, or they are not in the capital. Apart from Li Mengyang, who else can Yun Qing go to?

A sense of weakness flooded her heart like a tide, she waved her hand feebly, signaling Xiaohuan to go out.