Half an hour later, there were three more women in the room. One of them was Xiaocui. She poured a glass of wine for Cheng Chumo and said in a tired voice: "Young master, I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you gave me to your family." I forgot.”
The girl next to Zheng Zhengjin had a professional smile on her face, but he did not speak.
Cheng Chumo was charming, he said: "Oh, Xiaocui, weren't you busy some time ago? I was on duty, how could I forget you."
Zheng Zhengjin looked at Xiaocui, and his heart was filled with turmoil,
How should I say,
Xiao Cuiba has an exquisite figure and a petite figure,
and Cheng Chumo is just like a big bear. If the two of them walk together, they will look like a real-life version of Beauty and the Beast.
Cheng Chuliang was at the side, the woman beside him was clinging to him, and his hands were out of sight, looking extremely dishonest.
"Come out, come out, the mysterious oiran has come out." There was a burst of noise, and then the sound of silk and bamboo sounded, but it could still be heard.
Zheng Zhengjin also became interested. He was sitting by the window, where he could overlook the entire performance on the stage below, as well as the people who played, played, and sang.
I saw a woman, her skin was as white as porcelain, her lips were red, and her eyes were like stars, but there was more of death inside. She has a delicate figure and a plump figure. Wearing a light pink emerald smoke sweater, her delicate face was covered by a piece of tulle of a couple of colors.
She came to the stage,
In fact, brothel girls hope that someone can buy them home. Even if they become a maid, it is also good. It is better than being reduced to the end. The brothel treats people well with sex.
But what these women yearn for more are stories of talented men and beautiful women. Little do they know that all bad people are scholars.
The madam himself walked onto the stage and made an introduction.
"If there is any talented man whose talent can impress Miss Jinse, then he can become her guest."
In fact, the madam also hopes that these girls will have a good result. After all, these women, But they were all implicated by others.
Zheng Zhengjin took a piece of osmanthus cake in his hand and nodded silently: "She looks good, but I don't know how her piano skills are?"
Then he asked: "Brother Chu Mo, if If I want to take the girl from the brothel away and redeem myself, how much will it cost?”
Before Cheng Chumo could reply, Xiaocui said: "Sister Jinse treats us very well, but her situation is a bit special. She sold herself to come to Xiangmanlou, so her own price It’s a bit expensive, and if you want to redeem yourself, you should need two thousand guan.”
"Oh, is that so? Let's listen to how she plays the song first." Zheng Zhengjin looked down. Although the people on the stage had their faces covered by gauze, they couldn't resist Zheng Zhengjin's piercing eyes.
“Ding, ding, ding, ding~~~~”
The sound of the piano came out like running water, but there was a bit of cynicism and a bit of resentment in the sound. means,
The girl next to Zheng Zhengjin asked: "Young master, do you know the rhythm?"
Zheng Zhengjin replied without hesitation: "Of course I understand this."
The girl continued: "I didn't expect that the young master actually has such talent!" She sighed a little, after all, there are very few young masters who know music these days.
Zheng Zhengjin looked at the girl beside him, who was also petite and petite, and said to her: "There is some pen and ink here."
The girl smiled sweetly: "Of course there is, the slave family has this Go and prepare for the young master." After saying that, he stood up.
Cheng Chumo looked at Zheng Zhengjin in surprise and said, "Brother, are you planning to write an article?" Zheng Zhengjin nodded and said with a smile, "She is quite proficient in music, but I don't know if she can. Can compose music!”
Then the girl prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She came to Zheng Zhengjin's side with a smile, her delicate body already pressed against him. Zheng Zhengjin smiled and said, "Grind the ink,"
"Okay." The woman smiled and began to grind the ink for Zheng Zhengjin. ,
The sound of the piano downstairs has stopped. Rather than saying that she is playing the piano, it is better to say that she is looking for a close friend.
After the last note was played, the stunning woman stood up, bowed to everyone, and said in a calm tone: "I will go back to my room first." In fact, she meant that she wanted to wait for her talented man.
When the girl left, the madam walked onto the stage with a smile. She said: "Miss Jinse has something to say first. Whoever can write good poems and good articles will get her." If you approve, you can become her guest.”
At this time, the little girl next to Zheng Zhengjin ran downstairs excitedly and hurriedly with a piece of paper, quickly came to the edge of the stage, and whispered: "Mom, look at who is upstairs here. The poem written by the young master was said to be for Miss Jinse. "
She ran all the way to the stage downstairs, her face flushed with exhaustion, and she witnessed the birth of this poem with her own eyes. of.
Delicate and affectionate, she herself wanted to eat Zheng Zhengjin.
“What, someone actually wrote it so quickly, are you kidding me, I don’t believe it anyway,”
“I don’t believe it either, girl Jinse is mine, don’t take it away from anyone. Ah.”
"Made, how should I write so that the beauty I hold in my arms can return home?"
The group of scholars at the bottom of the stage all had a headache. There is a little ink on the chest, but not much.
People like Pei Qian are racking their brains to think about it, because he also wants to hug the beauty back. The most important thing is, if he wins the heart of the oiran, Then if you come to Xiangmanlou again in the future, you will naturally not need money, and you will have one more thing to brag about with others. Amazing ability,
At this moment, a young man dressed in white next to Pei Qian, who was about fifteen years old, said, "Brother Pei, do you have any ideas?"
Pei Gan shook his head and said: "Brother Changsun, do you have any ideas?"
When Changsun Chong heard this, he smiled awkwardly, shook his head and said: "The time is a bit too hasty. But if it is a simple poem, it is still possible."
Pei Gan said lightly: "Then you are Come on quickly. Otherwise, it will be bad if someone takes the lead."
Chang Sun Chong sneered: "Brother Pei, you know what the little girl said, hand it down upstairs. "Do you know who is upstairs?"
Pei Gan murmured: "Is it him?" He couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and then said: "It's impossible, even if he wrote it. So what, he will definitely not be favored by Miss Jinse."
Chang Sun Chong shook his head and thought: "This guy is just playing ball."
At this time, the madam on the stage took the paper from the woman. The first thing that caught her eyes was not the beauty of the poem, but a font that she had never seen before.
She sighed in her heart : "This font is something I have never seen before. It is like an iron painting with silver hooks, and there are sharp edges everywhere. "Mang."
Then looking at what was written, the madam's plump body kept trembling. As the madam of this store, she naturally has some literary skills. What kind of poem is it? Whether it can be passed down through the ages and whether it can be famous for generations to come, she still has some idea in her heart.
She said to the girl: "Please invite some young master to go to Jinse's room."
The girl said ignorantly: "Huh?"
"Ah, what? If I tell you to go, just go. If you don't obey me, be careful that I will sell you to Goulan. If you turn against you," the old bustard threatened.
"Yes, yes, yes, slave, go right away." She didn't react much to the Madam's threat, because these words had become the Madam's mantra, but the Madam was still very kind to them.
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(End of this chapter)