Amidst the roars, the servants of the Peony Pavilion walked out with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
"Here, here, I want it!”
"I want this table too!"
"Same for our table!"
"Sister, I want it too! Hehe!"
The little guy called out cutely.
The servant girl was stunned. Then, she saw Yue Qianshan and the others sitting next to the little fellow and came to a realization.
This little doll seemed to be given to the adults.
With this thought in mind, the servant girl hurriedly ran over and put down the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
"Young Master, all the best!"
The servant girl said to Yue Qianshan with a smile.
Yue Qiandi's face turned red, not knowing how to answer.
Seeing this scene, the servant girl snickered and left.
The
Peony Restaurant gradually quieted down.
Many people began to think hard, vowing to compose a good poem.
In the private room on the second floor.
"Zhang Shizi, it's all up to you!”
The marquis dressed in silk said to the middle-aged scholar beside him.
Hearing this, Zhang Shizi nodded confidently.""Lord Marquis, don't worry. I will definitely help Lord Marquis obtain this opportunity. The little miss Qin Yin definitely can't escape!"
"Good, very good! As long as you can do it, I'll help you get the position of the county magistrate of the county!”
"Thank you, Lord Marquis!"
Zhang Shizi was overjoyed and immediately started writing…
the west side of the first floor by the window.
Yue Qianshan was already grinding ink.
Of course, he wasn't grinding for himself, but to help the little guy.
A few prefectural soldiers opened their eyes wide, looking at their boss and then at the little guy.
Chen An didn't even raise his head and started writing.
In just a moment, Chen An had finished writing the poem.
Yue Qianshan took a look and his expression changed.
The soldiers looked left and right, up and down…and finally lowered their heads.
I'm ashamed that I can't read.
I wonder what Little Lord is writing?
Chen
An, who was the first to finish writing the poem, raised his head and looked around.
The surroundings were silent.
Everyone was still deep in thought.
"Uncle Yue, can you hand it over now?”Chen An asked softly.
Hearing this, Yue Qianshan looked at the hall and shook his head.""Little Lord, I don't think so. It's probably not time yet. They don't have you so fast "
"Oh!"
Chen An nodded and picked up a fruit. He looked at the others while eating the fruit.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The sound of cracking could be heard continuously on the first floor.
"Who is it? Who was eating the fruit? Can you be quiet?"
Young Master Zhou, who was sitting at the next table, said angrily.
Then, he turned around and looked at the source of the voice.
Puff!
It was that troublemaker from before again.
"Little doll, lower your voice. Sorry for disturbing our poem!"
Before Chen An could reply, one of the soldiers stood up and lifted his clothes slightly.
A blade could be vaguely seen in his clothes.
Young Master Zhou shrunk his neck in fear and did not dare to say anything else.
Even so, Chen An still lowered the sound of his eating.
After all, this was the most basic courtesy.
What is the difference between a man who does not know etiquette and a wild beast?
15 minutes,
25 minutes,
35 minutes…
"Clang!"
The sound of a gong resounded throughout the Peony Restaurant.
"Everyone, the time has come!" Madam Xu shouted.
The servant girls of the Peony Pavilion began to come out to collect the poems.
The one who came to the west was still that mischievous little servant girl.
The maidservant bowed to Yue Qianshan and smiled at him.""Young Master, have you finished writing?"
"Uh…"
Yue Qianshan hurriedly shook his head."Miss, you've misunderstood. I didn't write it!"”
"Haha! Young Master is too modest. Didn't you write it on the table? Hehe!"
The servant girl blinked her eyes playfully and quickly put away the paper on the table. And then......
"Young Master, I'll give you a gift!"”
After she finished speaking, before Yue Qianshan could explain, the maidservant ran away.
Yue Qianshan was
speechless.
At
this moment, one of the soldiers whispered,""Commandant, did that little lady take a fancy to you?”
"What did you say?" Yue Qianshan was furious.”
"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."”
"Humph!"
…
Second floor. North. In the white-robed woman's room.
The brothel madame sent everyone's poems into the room.
"Qinyin, although Master values you very much and allows you to be a courtesan, selling your skills and not selling your body. But you should also know that our Peony Restaurant is open for business. So don't let something like last year happen again!”
The brothel madame advised earnestly.
Last year, he had also used a poem to pick a winner. In the end, Su Qinyin didn't like any of them.
The customers were so angry that they almost tore down the Peony Restaurant.
"I understand the music!"
Su Qinyin nodded.
The brothel madame smiled in satisfaction and left the boudoir.
Su Qinyin's face was filled with endless sorrow as she watched him leave.
He was sold to a brothel since childhood, and he could not help it.
Why was his life so bitter?
Sigh!
"Miss, don't be sad. Hurry up and choose a poem, or else those villains outside will start cursing again.”The maid Xiao Cui said softly.
Hearing this, Su Qinyin put away the sadness in her heart and began to read the poems that were sent to her.
"A pair of chopsticks with two sharp ends, a bowl of wide noodles, round and round..."
What the hell was this?
Su Qinyin threw the poem on the ground, feeling extremely depressed.
"There's a beauty in the north, and she's the only one who's independent..."
Wasn't this a poem from the Han Dynasty? How could he use it for his own use? Was he shameless?
Su Qinyin was trembling with anger.
The maid, Xiao Cui, also spat and threw the poem aside for Miss.
The two of them continued to read…
"This won't do. The words used are too vulgar!”
"This won't do either! Why would there be wild geese flying south in spring? He had no common sense at all.”
"Miss, this song is quite good!”
Upon hearing this, Su Qinyin took a look at it and said,
[Her slender hands twirled the needle diagonally, and her beautiful face weaved a handkerchief.] She smiled at her husband with soft words, and her faint longing entered her heart.】(This poem was written by Watermelon. Watermelon's writing is okay, hehe!)）
Looking at the poem, Su Qinyin seemed to see a couple in the dark. The wife was weaving a towel with her bare hands. She looked up slightly and smiled at her husband.
That moment of deep affection seemed to melt her husband's heart.
"Mm, not bad, not bad!”
Su Qinyin nodded and praised.
Then, he looked at the signature at the end of the paper. Wu Hou, Zhenguan three years presented to the piano miss.
Wu Hou?
The Marquis of an aristocratic family who didn't know how to write?
This was probably done by his subordinates. Forget it, I'll remove the word 'estimate'. It must have been done by his subordinates.
"Hey!"
Looking at the last piece of paper in the maid's hand, Su Qinyin sighed and said,""So what if she's a famous prostitute in a brothel? Her fate is still not up to her! Forget it, Xiao Cui. Perhaps this was fate. There was no better poem than this one today, so he chose this one. Marquis Wu's family is huge, I can't bring trouble to Peony Pavilion.”
"Sigh..." The
long sigh contained endless sadness.
At this moment, Su Qinyin seemed to be resigned to her fate.
However…
at this moment, all of a sudden!
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