In the courtyard, Lin Yong picked up his chopsticks, carefully picked up a piece of vegetable and put it into his mouth. He chewed twice, making crunching sounds.
In the next moment, his expression changed drastically. He put down his chopsticks and rushed out of the door …
On the other side, Li Yi followed Lin Wanru through Fanglin Park and came to a room behind the shop.
Lin Wanru poured him a cup of tea and said, "Take a seat first. I'll go get the account book. There are a few places that I don't quite understand. The way you keep accounts … is very special."
Li Yi nodded and sat down at the table in the room.
The layout of Fanglin Park was similar to that of Ruyi Square. At the front was a shop, and at the back was a place for people to rest. There were not many furnishings in this room. There were tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets. Everywhere was simple. The most eye-catching thing was the many calligraphy paintings hanging on the walls.
Although they were called calligraphy paintings, they were actually just words. Li Yi knew that this Miss Lin was a person who loved calligraphy. The works hanging in her room were not the best, but they were of a certain standard.
There were books on the table, as well as some neatly stacked manuscripts. When Li Yi skimmed to the top page, he was slightly stunned.
The reason why he was stunned was not only because this was the poem "Partridge Sky" that he had sold to the fat man yesterday, but also because this handwriting was Wang Xizhi's semi-cursive script. The ink on the paper was still wet, and it was clearly written not long ago.
Women in this world, as long as they studied in primary school, would all use the Hairpin-style Small Regular Script. It was rare to see a semi-cursive script. He picked up the paper and looked at it doubtfully.
"It's not a good imitation. Please excuse me."
Lin Wanru's voice came from the side. She said, "In the Jing Kingdom, you should often see the handwriting of that number one scholar. Otherwise, you can't imitate it so well. Ever since Zhao Xiuwen spread this handwriting, many people in the Qi Kingdom have begun to imitate it. I have to say, among these people, you are the best at imitating."
Li Yi was stunned for a moment. He nodded and said, "I see it quite often."
Just a moment ago, she was still puzzled. When he copied the poem yesterday, he had used a different style of writing. After knowing her for so long, she did not expect that this Miss Lin was also his fan …
Life was really full of surprises.
Li Yi pointed at the paper and asked, "This poem …"
"They said it came from Qingshui River last night. Zhao Xiuwen hasn't had any poems recently. It's been a long time since I've seen such a good poem …"
Li Yi nodded and didn't ask any more questions. It seemed that the man wouldn't think that his money was wasted.
As if she had thought of something, Lin Wanru asked again, "The poems composed by that number one scholar of yours have long spread throughout the Qi Kingdom. Did he compose any new poems after that?"
"I don't know much about poetry, and I've never paid attention to it." Li Yi shook his head and said, "You just said that you have questions for me?"
Lin Wanru also didn't continue this topic. She flipped open the account book and pointed at a certain part of it. She said, "I'm still not clear about these accounts. Can you explain them to me?"
"Of course." Li Yi nodded and shifted his gaze over.
After about a quarter of an hour, Lin Wanru held a piece of paper in her hands that she had just calculated. After looking at it carefully for a few times, she carefully put it away.
At the same time, in the small courtyard that was separated by a wall, Li Yi put on his apron and glanced at Miss.Liu. He said, "There's no time to cook. There's still some white rice left from yesterday. Let's make do with egg fried rice for breakfast."
The heavens had given her the face of an angel. With the strength of a devil, she had to collect some commission somewhere else.
In this life, he didn't expect Miss.Liu to cook. Li Yi was already very pleased that she had the intention to do so.
In the afternoon, the man named Lin Yong didn't come over for a free meal. He only went out for a stroll like he did yesterday. After eating, he would exercise a little and sleep with Miss.Liu after the sun set.
They slept separately.
He didn't know if practicing the Tortoise Breathing Technique had any healing effects. However, at least he could fall asleep immediately when he was bored. From then on, he wouldn't have to suffer from insomnia anymore …
Li Yi turned off the light and looked at the other side of the room that was separated by a piece of cloth. He slowly closed his eyes when he heard the sound of even breathing coming from the other side.
The small courtyard quickly fell into silence. Outside the courtyard, the place a few streets away gradually became noisy.
No matter which city it was, the most prosperous and noisy place would always be the red-light district. The Qingshui River passed through Feng State City. There were many lofts on both sides of the river. Although it was also a place of pleasure, it was slightly more classy. Most of them didn't engage in the naked business of sex. Instead, they were scholars, singers, dancers, lovers, and happy things …
Although Feng State City was remote, it was far away from the war. The people lived in peace. Both sides of the Qingshui River were naturally jubilant tonight.
In a small building somewhere, the famous prostitute of Feng State, Hu Yingying, was performing on stage. She was performing her famous skill, the Rebound Pipa.
In the entire Feng State, she was the only one who could perform this kind of dance to the extreme. Hu Yingying also relied on this unique skill to look down on all the other beauties and become the star of this small building.
In the past, every time she performed the Rebound Pipa, there would be no empty seats. However, today, although there were many people below the stage, it was far less than in the past.
Among the whispers of the people below, the words "Young Master Qian" would occasionally appear.
Everyone here knew that Young Master Qian was interested in Hu Yingying. However, Miss Hu Yingying, who was famous in Feng State, naturally looked down on that fat guy who reeked of money. Even though he had spent a lot of money several times, she still accepted the money and never asked to meet him alone.
This kind of thing was very normal. However, yesterday, the ignorant and incompetent Young Master Qian actually got a good poem from somewhere and gave it to another lady in the building.
Not only that, but he also took back the thousand taels of silver that he gave to Hu Yingying.
If it was in the past, this kind of behavior would naturally attract ridicule from the crowd. However, yesterday, they couldn't laugh at all.
That was because the poem was really beyond their expectations.
The whole poem was only about fifty words, but it vividly expressed the first alliance, separation, and reunion between a man and a woman.
Writing about sorrow, writing about joy, they were all so sincere and deep that they could shake one's heart. His words were the voice of one's heart. Only a person with true feelings could write such poems. To be able to write such poems, one must also be a person with true feelings.
Of course, no one believed that the person who was deeply in love was Richy Young Master Qian Duoduo. He was probably annoyed by Hu Yingying and bought poems to give to others. Then, he asked for the money back in order to humiliate her …
He had to admit that he had achieved his goal.
That sincere poem really touched many people, especially evoking some emotions in the hearts of many singers and dancers. Overnight, it spread across both sides of Qingshui River. The most discussed topic was the poem written by young master Qian — — Where did he buy it from?
Hu Yingying lost face, and her popularity plummeted. On the other hand, the girl named Shi 'shi's popularity rose by a large margin. In a single night, she replaced Hu Yingying and became the most popular girl here. Even if Hu Yingying used her famous skills tonight, she still couldn't turn the tide.
The phrase "I'm afraid that we'll meet again in a dream" made many girls cry. Although they despised young master Qian Duoduo's behavior of buying the poem, they couldn't blame him for seeing such an excellent piece of work. Instead, there were people who tried to find out who wrote the poem. However, young master Qian Duoduo insisted that he was the one who wrote the poem and refused to budge. Many people had no choice but to leave.
"I should've bought one hundred taels of silver …"
That night, on the street beside the river, a slightly plump young man stood at the entrance of an alley. He paced anxiously as he muttered to himself.
Initially, he thought that by throwing the poem out, he would be able to shock everyone and let Hu Yingying see that he was a real talent. Then, he would turn around and leave, regaining all the dignity that he had lost in the past.
However, who would have thought that he would achieve his goal? Early this morning, the Qian Family's doorstep was almost trampled through.
In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and ran out from the back door. Only then did he barely escape the calamity.
At this moment, he finally knew that after telling the first lie, he would have to use countless lies to cover it up.
The brother in the dark indeed didn't lie to him. A poem worth a thousand taels of silver was indeed worth a thousand taels of silver. He decided to buy one worth ten thousand taels of silver first. In the future, if he saw any lousy scholar that he didn't like, he would use the poem to smash them to death!
A figure walked out of the alley. Qian Duoduo immediately went up and asked anxiously, "Brother, is that you?"
The man who walked out of the alley was stunned for a moment. Then, he said angrily, "How dare you scold my mother!"
While Qian Duoduo was stunned, a fist swung over from the front.
[Note: In ancient Chinese, there are also terms for father and mother. These two terms have existed since ancient times and are not foreign words. In ancient times, mother did not necessarily refer to a brothel keeper … I suddenly remembered that I wrote an empty poem. What's the point of explaining this? To make up the number of words?]
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