first minister

Chapter 35
In a large room on the third floor of Yicui Building, the owner here is holding a small teacup and sipping slowly, soothing the feeling of drinking last night.

The steward wearing a long gown walked quickly and said in a low voice, "Master, just now that girl Yunxian was redeemed."

"Oh?" The boss raised his eyebrows. There are rules for this kind of thing, as long as you are willing to give the money, he didn't stop him, showing emotion, "This girl is lucky, she didn't pick up the guests, and she was redeemed on the first day she picked up the guests."

The steward echoed: "Indeed, it shows that this girl has some abilities and she is also pretty. I think we should stop her. Maybe she will be our cash cow in the future."

The boss turned his head and glanced at him, "When doing business, you have to follow the rules. Since you have drawn the line there, you have to follow it, so that everyone has a head and is willing to work hard. If you do it like you, this business will fail sooner or later!"

"My boss has taught me the lesson, the little one is short-sighted."

The owner shook his head slightly, "I remember that the redemption price set for her was 300 taels. It's not a poor scholar who can easily get this money, do you know which family's son it is?"

"It's the Wenhui Wenkui a few days ago."

"What?" The boss stood up abruptly, "It's too bad, I shouldn't just let people go like this!"

Steward:.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner! Let him leave some poems anyway!"

Although the brothel does business for the three religions and nine streams, the brothel wants to become famous, but it relies on the masterpieces of literati and poets.

Xia Jingyun's talent is here, why should he squeeze out two poems!
After complaining a few words, the host slowly calmed down, "No, why didn't this one go to Miss Ning Bing's side, but went to Yun Xian's?"

The manager showed embarrassment, "Isn't Mr. Zheng there last night? Miss Ning Bing kicked him out, and Yun Xian took the initiative to stop him."

"This little girl is also a bit courageous." The boss smiled.

The steward said in a low voice: "Boss, I think this Ning Bing girl is too reckless, she dared to drive away guests without permission."

The owner stretched out his hand to hold it down, "There is no way, who let her be the big oiran of Zhongjing City, we are still pointing at her to make our Yicuilou famous, and try to open a hall in the county next year, and get a share of the pie!"

He turned his head to look at the steward, "Is there any good work in the tea circle last night?"

The steward shook his head.

The owner raised his eyebrows, "Young Master Zheng didn't make a move?"

"He did compose a song, but it's just mediocre. It's not even as good as the capital at the Japanese language meeting that day."

The owner said angrily: "Damn it, Ning Bing has been sleeping for two days, and I can't even sleep a fart."

The steward's mind naturally went with the owner's, and he sighed, "If Mr. Xia hadn't been kicked out last night, and the two of them had fought each other, maybe they would have made a name for themselves in our courtyard."

"It's been too long, what's the use of talking about that." The owner pursed his lips, "What's more, good works are made naturally. Even a person with outstanding literary talent like Mr. Zheng can't write good works all the time. After all, the man surnamed Xia has only a short time to become famous, so it may not be true. Wen Kui rewarded 500 taels, and he took out 300 taels to redeem his body. All his thoughts are on this, how to write poems!"

He walked to the soft bed, leaned lazily on the bed, "Forget it, wait a little longer. Go ask Youlan and Narcissus to come and rub my back."

"Yes!"

The steward handed over his hands and stepped back, but soon left and returned.

"Boss!" There was a bit of joy that he couldn't hide on his face.

"Huh? Didn't I ask you to call You Lan and Narcissus?"

"Boss! Just now when that girl Yunxian left, she posted a long and short sentence on the door!"

The owner sat up abruptly, "Written by Xia Jingyun?"

The steward nodded and said: "It should be so. The guards in the courtyard found out and came over to report."

The host put on his boots twice and ran down the stairs.

At this moment, there are more than ten people gathered outside the Linhua Courtyard. There are guests who are staying here overnight and are about to leave, and there are also girls in the building who are wandering in the courtyard with the guests.

"Give way! Please make way!"

The steward squeezed the passage for the owner, and the owner stepped forward to take a look.

"Lin Hua withered the spring red, too hastily, but the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came later. Rouge tears, stay drunk, when it will be heavy, people grow and hate water and long east."

His eyes widened, and he swallowed suddenly, as if he had been hit by overwhelming surprises, he stayed in place for a long while speechless.

This.
This.
This.
This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation! ! !
"Long and short sentences are seldom written by people on weekdays. I haven't seen them for a few days. I didn't expect to see such a masterpiece!"

"Yeah, no whitewashing, less sculpting, it's completely simple and plain words, but it's such an amazing work together."

"Yeah, people grow up and hate water going east! Rivers flow eastward, never stop, just like this life, with every regret and hatred. Write it into my heart, write it into my heart!"

"No, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, why do you still use the words of spring red?"

"That's why you don't understand. This looks like a scene, but it's actually a person. Thanks to Chunhong, it's not just the forest flowers, but also the flowers in the building! Otherwise, why would Rouge weep and stay drunk?"

"That's right, look at this small courtyard. It's located in a remote place with a desolate view. It's like that old beauty who lost her beauty and no one cares about her. She just sits in the small courtyard and suffers from the cold rain that comes in the morning and the wind that comes in at night."

Hearing these words, many of the women in the building who came with them or heard the news felt dejected. In their faint eyes, it seemed that there was a beautiful shadow of youth in the past, and they seemed to see their own withered face like spring red after the years passed like spring water.

Thinking about it, I actually burst into tears.

Dong Jia slowly recovered from the shock, listening to everyone's discussion and watching everyone's reaction, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

With this poem, my Yicui Building is famous in Jianning County, oh not in Sishui Prefecture, and even left in history, that is just around the corner!
My chance at Yicuilou finally came!
"Who is this Yunxian? With this poem bonus, I'm afraid he will skyrocket and become the hottest oiran in Jiang'an City and even Jianning County!"

I don't know who it was, but suddenly said something, which made the boss suddenly stagger!
Fuck!Careless!
"Boss, can you read this word again?"

The steward reminded him in a low voice, and the owner hurriedly looked over.

Don't look at it, look at it!
This word is also a surprisingly good word!

"Come here! Remove the door panel for me! Be careful, if you damage the paper on the door, I won't spare you!"

A moment later, in the room on the third floor, my host was standing in front of his large and precious desk. The ornaments on the desk that he regarded as treasures were wrapped in cloth and thrown on the couch. Instead, a rough wooden board was laid on the clean and tidy table.

Like a slovenly rough man, suppressing a flowery and jade-like girl.

A piece of paper was pasted on the wooden board, and on that piece of paper was written ink characters, and even more so, the raging reputation of Yicuilou in the future.

"Leave a name in history, leave a name in history!"

The Dong family leaned forward, carefully looked at the ink writing on the paper, and sighed with emotion.

Immediately, he frowned again, "How can you ask Linhuayuan to give Yunxian a gift?"

He tilted his head to ponder for a while, and then ordered: "Please ask someone who can write a better word, and copy this long and short sentence. The title is called, Yicuilou Linhuayuan to Yunxian."

The steward suppressed a smile and nodded, "What about the signature? Do you want to attach Mr. Xia's name?"

As the people who control this brothel, they naturally know who wrote this long and short sentence.

The owner thought for a while, "Since Mr. Xia didn't sign the name, we will follow his opinion and not go against his will. It won't be written on it, but it can be publicized privately in the building, and it can be discussed as a secret, which will arouse everyone's interest even more."

"My boss is brilliant!"

(End of this chapter)