Yang Ming didn't know that his every move had already fallen into the eyes of others.
He was looking around with curiosity, enjoying the carvings of the building or the layout of the screens.
"Xiao Taohong, where is Miss Miaoyin's room?"
Zhang Wencai started to strike up a conversation intentionally or unintentionally.
Xiao Taohong glanced at Zhang Wencai charmingly and hummed: "What's the matter?
The beauty of the slave family Pu Liu can't get into Mr.
Zhang's eyes."
Seeing Xiao Taohong's half-charming and half-resentful tone, Yang Ming secretly guessed that the two of them had been having a little ambiguity for a long time.
However, Xiao Taohong was extremely lucky to meet Zhang Wencai.
Although Zhang Wencai was not very knowledgeable, his family was rich.
There was no hope of becoming a mistress after marrying him, but being a concubine was definitely more than enough.
With Zhang Wencai's enthusiasm for her, this girl can expect to enjoy happiness in the future.
"It's nothing."
Zhang Wencai pointed at Yang Ming and said seriously: "Didn't I bring my brother to learn more today?
Besides, you still don't know who I am?"
"How could the slave family know who you are?"
Xiao Taohong suddenly turned her head and stopped in her tracks, saying softly: "Your poem today is very good."
Xiao Taohong's voice was so low that only three people could hear it, but after she finished speaking, she stared at Zhang Wencai closely.
"Haha," Zhang Wencai said with a smile, "As long as you like it, that's fine.
To be honest, that poem was written by my brother.
If you want to hear it, how about asking him to write another one when he has time?"
Zhang Wencai had a sincere look on his face, and Xiao Taohong instantly felt happy when he saw it.
Being so frank, even with such a huge reputation, he doesn't care about hiding anything.
When this person thinks of this, Xiao Taohong's legs and feet become a little more brisk and leads the way: "The front is Miss Miaoyin's boudoir, you two follow me."
The door was slightly opened, and a bead curtain hung down quietly.
Looking faintly, I could see a graceful figure sitting behind the bead curtain.
"Sister, Mr.
Zhang is here," Xiao Taohong said casually, leading the two of them to sit down in the outer hall of the house.
Then she gave them each a cup of tea before standing beside the main seat and waiting for the wonderful sound to come out.
I saw the red curtain swaying slightly, and a jade hand gently lifted the swinging bead curtain, and a wonderful person appeared during the shaking.
"You two gentlemen, you have been waiting for a long time."
Before anyone arrived, the soft voice had already reached my ears.
"Ms.
Miaoyin is out."
Zhang Wencai was obviously a frequent visitor to the brothel.
He made a scholarly gesture with his hands and said with a smile, "Brother Yang and I just arrived."
Seeing that Yang Ming didn't speak, Miaoyin asked generously: "May I ask what I call this young master?"
When Miaoyin asked about it, Yang Ming had no choice but to say, "Yang Ming, a young student, has met Miss Miaoyin."
Qin Xian'er looked at him with great interest and said: "Oh, it turns out that Master Yang didn't know that Miaoyin's meager skills could gain the Master's discernment."
Yang Ming said: "The girl played the piano and played the perfect song "Yulin Ling", which shocked Yang Ming.
What the girl said really made Yang Ming ashamed."
"Really?"
Miaoyin's eyes flashed, she picked up the teapot and refilled the water for the two of them, and asked as if casually: "In that case, why bother Mr.
Zhang if you have poems?"
Yang Ming was shocked.
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Zhang Wencai was the only one who admitted to Xiao Taohong all the way upstairs, and Xiao Taohong didn't come into contact with Miaoyin after going upstairs.
How did she find out?
Not only him, but Zhang Wencai on the side also yelled in his heart.
No wonder Xiao Taohong asked him like that just now.
It turned out that the two of them had known about the poem just now.
If he had said that he had earned it by chance, then maybe Xiao Taohong should treat him like this.
It looks different, right?
In fact, Zhang Wencai's guess is not far away.
Xiao Taohong and Miaoyin traveled several times from Chengdu to Hongcheng.
What kind of man has he never seen?
Not to mention Miaoyin, even she is considered to be of the highest quality.
In Hongcheng, there is no such thing.
It’s okay to say that the first card is less than the second or third card.
It is undeniable that her family background plays a part in her attraction to Zhang Wencai, but there are a few men who come to this land of fireworks that are not only wealthy but they are more attracted by Zhang Wencai's honesty.
The so-called honest and honest may seem to many people to be a derogatory term.
But for a woman who has been in a brothel all year round, such a person is the only one she can rely on.
Yang Ming smiled slightly: "Miss Miaoyin is also interested in watching me waiting downstairs to talk about poetry."
As for knowing the wonderful sound, Yang Ming came back to his senses after thinking about it carefully.
Although Miaoyin's boudoir belongs to the same second floor as other rooms, it is located in the center of the second floor perhaps because of its identity, and is not connected to other rooms.
Moreover, if the doors and windows that are freely isolated in this interval stand there, Naturally, it was impossible for the two of them to be discovered by the people below.
Miaoyin and Xiao Taohong should have been peeking into the hall just now.
Thinking about Zhang Wencai's literary talent, the two of them naturally knew that even the so-called occasional income would not be able to write such an excellent poem in such a short period of time.
Combined with the people at the same table with him, yourself, then things will be clear at a glance.
"Young master Yang hasn't answered the slave family's words yet."
Miaoyin turned her beautiful eyes and said, "Young master really doesn't like the slave family's beauty, or does he still like to play riddles with the slave family?"
Yang Ming said sternly: "Young lady has mistakenly blamed Xiaosheng.
Today, Xiaosheng is just following Brother Zhang to gain experience.
He has no other intention.
As the popular young boy of Chunfang House, a person from a poor family will naturally not be able to get into the girl's eyes.
Xiaosheng, as such, Then take leave" Although in the Ming Dynasty, scholars did not object to entering and leaving brothels.
On the contrary, many so-called talented people were frequent visitors to brothels.
Although Yang Ming did not object, he did not support it either.
He can't change this society now, he can only adapt to this society.
As long as he doesn't join in the bad, that's fine.
As the saying goes, everyone sweeps the snow in front of their door, but don’t worry about the frost on their tiles.
For a woman like Miaoyin, it’s better not to provoke her as much as possible After all, a woman who can offend others and still get away with it in a most benign place like Chengdu Prefecture is not a fuel-saving lamp from this point of view.
"Ah, let's go now."
Zhang Wencai was stunned for a moment, wanting to stay a little longer.
When he saw that Yang Ming had stood up, he hurriedly muttered.
Yang Ming was about to reply, but Miaoyin chuckled.
"Young Master Yang, if you want the pearl hairpin from the slave family, the slave family can give it to Young Master Yang.
Why take it without telling you?"
Miao Yin slowly walked to Yang Ming's side, gently reached out and took out a hairpin from Yang Ming's sleeve.
A filigree peacock gold hairpin came.
He held it in his hand and said with a smile, "Master, do you really like this hairpin?"
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Yang Ming's face immediately darkened, he turned his head and said to Miaoyin: "Girl, please love yourself."
Miaoyin slowly put the hairpin on her hair, with a resentful look on her face: "Is Mr.
Yang really so heartless?"
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