Sun Yue originally wanted to be more low-key. He really simply admired the brothel culture of the Song Dynasty and came to observe and see the long-term experience, but he didn't expect that the young man would challenge him with a shout.

In fact, most of the people who come to meet Yang Rong are blocked by the sport of the flag tower. If the poem is not good, you have to pay more. If you pay more, you may write something and let you go upstairs, but there are very few people who can go upstairs by the first poem.

So when the young master said, many of the following literati actually shared the same hatred for the enemy.

They did not suspect that this girl Yang Rong was really humiliating this young master Zhang, but they really couldn't believe that they had been studying hard for many years, and even a little baby could not compare to.

If Miss Yang Rong lives in Yuan Street, her main clients are naturally the scholars from Tai Academy and those who went to Beijing to take the exam. Most of them are young and energetic. Articles, poetry and essays are difficult to distinguish between good and bad. Seeing Sun Yue at such an age, even if they don’t say it, they may be thinking about the same thing as this young master Zhang.

So everyone surrounded by Mr. Zhang, insisting on seeing what this child could write. Mr. Zhang had a dark thought in his heart. Even if it was really good, I would say it was bad.

Sun Yue smiled, but ignored him, but just dodged away casually so that they could clearly see what they wrote. After thanking the girl, he returned the pen, but ignored the crowd of scholars who were looking for trouble and went straight up.

Only the young master, frowned with his eyebrows, and his big bitter melon faces were like frost, and he was dumbfounded for a long time. He opened his mouth wide and did not dare to say the words to find fault.

"It's not that I love the wind and dust, it seems that I was mistaken by my predecessor. When flowers fall and bloom, they will always be the monarch of the East. You must go and live, and how can you live. If you have the mountain flowers all over your head, don't ask where you love to return."

What a fuck is this a word written by a child? Let me tease me! Then have I read all my books for more than 20 years?

This lyrics are written as first-class, and more importantly, this artistic conception is, "It's not that I love the world, it seems to be misled by my predecessor." Every sentence is like a knife, and it seems to be stabbing Miss Yang's heart. No wonder Miss Yang can't wait to see him with this poem just because of this poem.

"Young Master, a poem can only be filled with one person, you two friends..."

Sun Yue laughed and said, "They all come here, they have implications for Miss Yang. The three of us teenagers are really here to see people. How can we not be able to be compatible? Those guys want to pick up girls, so naturally they have to follow the rules. We just want to see the world. If the three of us add one, they are less than thirty, so they are alone. At a very early age, I will write two more poems to add them. Let's lead the way."

The little girl smiled slightly when she heard this. The lady had been in Fengchen for ten years and had never seen such a young guest. Perhaps she had a good impression of him, so she actually invited her.

As soon as he went up the second floor, it was a pleasant place for cigarettes to curl up. Zhao Guangmei stopped and listened for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "No, no, I think the person who plays the piano must be a lady. This skill is no less than that of the musicians of the eldest brother."

The girl smiled and said, "This is not what my lady plays. The one who plays the piano is a sister from my family, a maid like me."

When Sun Yue heard this, he smiled and said, "I want the lady to play the piano for you. At least you have to do it seven or eight times. A lady with a noble lady, she will not play the piano herself at any time."

After seven or eight turns, the maid finally led them to the hall, but two middle-aged and young men were already sitting in the living room. Instead, the main owner sat behind the back through a thin gauze curtain, which made people see the outline, but they couldn't see the specific appearance clearly.

During the Song Dynasty, first-class women rarely met alone when they met guests. They usually looked like a party every day, or a wine party or a tea party. Every day, they gathered three or five admirers together, chatting, talking, and ideals. Over time, many people went to brothels instead of women, but participated in salons in order to expand their connections. So there was nothing strange about men upstairs, but they didn’t have men. If there were three or five months, they spent money every day and wanted to meet the lady alone, which was basically the same as delusion.

Seeing that the three of them came up, the lady behind the gauze finally came out for a long time. Sun Yue noticed that the woman was wearing a simple light yellow silk skirt, without any colorful colors, with a tassel on her head, and there was no headdress except a white jade hairpin. Even the maids around her had a water-green skirt and a light pink robe. Every move was dignified and generous.

"interesting."

During the Song Dynasty, women in the wind and dust were red, women in the farmhouses were green, and maids in the lowly house were green, and only noble ladies could look yellow. This girl Yang Rong was obviously in the wind and dust, but even a dozen maids on the second floor could hardly find a red color. The decorations and decorations on the upper floor did not feel at all. In addition to classics and history books, there were gold and stone calligraphy and paintings, and even swords and long bows, copper cauldrons, incense burners. If you were not careful, you almost forgot where you were.

As soon as the woman showed up, the three of them became infatuated and were stunned. If they wanted to be beautiful, they would have their own advantages and disadvantages than Miss Chunrui before. However, every move gave people a sense of elegance. If Miss Chunrui was a great treasure, Miss Yang Rong was like a fairy in the sky, completely like a cloud of clouds.

The girl Yang Rong said softly: "The guest is here for the first time, let me come and wash the dust of the guest."

After saying that, Yang Rong waved her sleeves with a fairy spirit, and the layers of fragrance came to her face, warm and moist, thick and light. For a moment, Sun Yue felt that even her breathing was smoother, and she couldn't help but sigh: "What a great hand, the fragrant wind sleeve, Miss Yang's fragrance, it's really perfect, unparalleled in the world."

"Some tricks of scammers make the guests laugh."

Sun Yue and others were not polite, and sat straight away, laughing and said, "Is this going to make tea? If you were to make tea and have a tea, then the three of us would be in vain today. We came empty-handedly, and I don't know much about this."

"Young Master is joking. I don't know what tea you like to drink on weekdays. I dare not say anything else here, but the tea is still quite complete. Except for the dragon and phoenix tea balls specially provided by the Tian Family, I generally have it here."

As he said that, he took out the rabbit hair, silver soup bottle, lacquer cup holder, jade mill, and golden lampstand one by one, and arranged it in a row. Seeing this, Sun Yue straightened his teeth and glanced at Zhao Guangmei with a look of help.

Zhao Guangmei smiled and said, "I just drink it on weekdays, but I don't know the particularity of this tea. On weekdays, I often drink Qibao tea, daily tea, Shuangjing tea, Yuetu tea, and occasionally drink some Emei snow buds. The girl looked at it and ordered it. It's fine at 3:50. The cow chewed peonies and couldn't taste it."

After hearing this, Yang Rong was so staggering that she couldn't stand her face. None of the kinds of teas mentioned by this kid were not tribute tea. It was very rare to flow out, almost the same as gold. What's the origin?
Chapter completed!