The head of urban peach blossom

Chapter 1144

"Miss Ziyan, someone sent a poem, I want Miss Ziyan to read it..."

Hearing the voice from outside, Zi Yan frowned and said: "I have an appointment today, please return the poem."

"This……"

"Okay, let me come!"

The boss couldn't bear to let go of a benefactor, so he pushed the door open and walked in, shaking the piece of paper on which the poem was written: "Zi Yan, I know you are waiting for Mr. Hong, but this Mr. who came today is really generous." , look at the poems he wrote, saying that he wrote them specially for you..."

"Written for me?"

Zi Yan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at it, her expression became surprised.

First is words.

Hua Xiaolou's calligraphy was good before, and now he is at the level of Da Luo Jinxian. Although his strength is limited, how can the charm of the characters written by ordinary people be comparable to ordinary people?
Ordinary people may not understand it, but Ziyan is familiar with calligraphy and painting, and he was shocked when he saw this word.

Look at the poem again: "The beauty rolls up the bead curtain, sits deeply and frowns. But seeing the wet tears, I don't know who I hate."

There was an indescribable feeling in my heart.

As far as this poem is concerned, it is definitely a rare masterpiece.Moreover, the artistic conception of this poem was really written in her heart.

She is an oiran, that's right.

But how long do the flowers last?

After all, there will be a day of defeat.

Laughing in front of people, but behind her back, who knows, she wept secretly, feeling sad for her own fate?
She is full of talent, but she can only stay on this flower boat and deal with all kinds of men.

Generally speaking, the future fate of an oiran like her is quite unpredictable.If you're lucky, you might be redeemed by a young master and taken as a concubine.

Wanting to be a regular wife is undoubtedly a wishful dream.

Bad luck, lonely forever.

But seeing the wet tears, I don't know who to hate, and it happened to hit Zi Yan's heart.

After being stunned for a while, she couldn't help asking: "Where is this person now?"

"In the lobby on the second floor."

"Then trouble bring him up..."

"Okay, great!"

The owner of the brothel was overjoyed and hurried downstairs to invite him.

Hua Xiaolou went up to the third floor and entered Ziyan's room.

"Zi Yan has seen Young Master."

Hua Xiaolou glanced at Ziyan, and couldn't help admiring secretly, this woman really has a unique charm, no wonder she will become the oiran.

"Free gift!"

Hua Xiaolou stretched out his hand to hold Ziyan's hand, took it to the table and sat down.

Although Zi Yan was a performer and not a person, some physical contact like this was inevitable, so she just blushed a little, but she was not angry.

"May I ask where the son is from?"

"Oh, I'm from the south, my full name is Hua Xiaolou..."

"It turned out to be Playboy..."

Hua Xiaolou secretly thought, it's okay, if I add another flower, I will feel a little embarrassed.

"Young man, Zi Yan will pour you wine..."

Zi Yan raised her plain white hand, first poured a glass for Hua Xiaolou, then poured a glass for herself, then picked up the glass, and whispered: "Young master, please!"

"Hehe, why don't you have a cup of wine?"

Hua Xiaolou said cheerfully.

"This……"

"Just kidding, let me do it first."

Hua Xiaolou raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Zi Yan drank half a glass, then put down the glass, picked up the poem and murmured aloud, with a bit of resentment in her tone: "My lord, did you really write this poem for Zi Yan?"

"Well, yes, do you like it?"

"I like it, the young master's literary talent really makes Ziyan admire him from the bottom of his heart."

"Hahaha, okay, since you like it, then I will make another song..."

Hua Xiaolou stood up, took a few steps in the room, and then began to chant: "If life is just as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan? Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is changeable. Lishan After speaking, it's half past midnight, and the tears, rain, and bells will never complain. How can you be so lucky as a man in brocade, who will wish for the day."

After he finished reading, Zi Yan sat stupidly, with an indescribable look in his eyes.

"It's a good sentence, if life is just like the first time you saw it, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan... Young master, you, you shouldn't be unknown, who are you?"

Even if Zi Yan doesn't know the talented people in this world, he has always heard of their names.

Based on these two poems, she can completely conclude that Hua Xiaolou's talent is definitely the most outstanding one she has ever seen.

Although Hong Sheng is also quite talented, he can never write poems with such artistic conception.

"I've already said, my name is Hua Xiaolou. However, I write poetry for my own entertainment, and I don't like to communicate with others. So, it's not surprising that you haven't heard my name."

"This...why is the young master willing to communicate with Zi Yan?"

"I don't know, maybe I like it when I hear your name."

Ziyan's heart couldn't help beating.

She lowered her head shyly, twisted Yubai's fingers, and whispered: "My lord, you, can you recite another poem?"

"Okay, then I will make another song for you."

Anyway, Hua Xiaolou's mind is full of poems left by the predecessors, after a little thought, he began to chant again.

"The mist is thick and the clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. The festival is double ninth, and the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen, and it is cool in the middle of the night. After Dongli puts the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance and sleeves. It is impossible not to be ecstasy, the curtain is rolled by the west wind, People are thinner than yellow flowers."

After he finished reading, Zi Yan was stunned for a long time, and then she covered her face and cried.

"Wuuuuuu, young master, I'm sorry, Zi Yan couldn't help it..."

This sad poem stirred her heart even more and made her feel sad from the bottom of her heart.

"I should say I'm sorry..." Hua Xiaolou sat back, took Ziyan's hand lightly, and said softly: "I shouldn't have chanted such a sad poem to me."

"But, Zi Yan likes to listen."

While speaking, Zi Yan couldn't help leaning her head on Hua Xiaolou's shoulder, looking weak and weak.

It's not that she deliberately seduced her, but she couldn't help it.

In these years, she has never been so tempted by a man as she is now, including Hong Sheng, and she only has some affection.

However, when Hua Xiaolou came, her heart was disturbed...

"Purple smoke!"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Hong Sheng broke in.

"Master Hong, you can't go in..."

The brothel owner hurriedly followed, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Zi Yan, you..."

As soon as Hong Sheng came in, he saw Zi Yan leaning on Hua Xiaolou's shoulder, with tears on his face, his heart ached for a while, and then his face was full of anger, and he rushed over.

"Zi Yan, did he bully you?"

Before Zi Yan could reply, Hong Sheng shouted at Hua Xiaolou again: "Let her go!"

In fact, Hua Xiaolou didn't come here for Zi Yan, his goal was actually Hong Sheng.

It is helpless to say it, this devious... The purpose of looking for Ziyan is to get close to Hong Sheng, the purpose of looking for Hong Sheng is to get close to Yan Zheng, and the purpose of looking for Yan is to get close to the Queen...

"Master Hong!"

Zi Yan quickly wiped away her tears, stood up and said: "Don't misunderstand, Playboy is not a bad person, he did not bully Zi Yan."

"No? Then why are you crying? He was still hugging you just now..."

Hong Sheng seemed a little sour.

Although Ziyan is not his woman, men are more or less greedy and possessive.

(End of this chapter)