115: Raise a glass to dissipate worries and worries, fairies descend
"Miss, there are so many people here and it's not safe."
Several maids following the beautiful woman quickly dissuaded her when they heard that she was going to a crowded place.
But they were soft-spoken and could not stop the young lady.
The beautiful woman in purple skirt pushed aside the people blocking her way and went upstairs.
The maids had no choice but to follow closely to protect their young lady.
But when I walked into the first floor, I found that the corridor on the second floor was crowded with people, and the second floor was even more crowded.
These people all came to listen to the handsome man reciting poetry.
The woman in the purple skirt rolled her eyes, and then whispered a few instructions to the maid.
The maid immediately took orders and went out.
Then I saw the maid taking out a lot of broken silver from her bag and throwing it towards the street.
While scattering money, he looked towards the second floor and shouted.
"Today is my master's 100th birthday party, so throw some money to celebrate. If you find it, it will be a blessing."
“Don’t miss it if you’re passing by~”
As the maid kept shouting and the money being scattered was real money, the onlookers on the second floor were immediately attracted and rushed down to pick up the money.
Money is precious no matter what era it is.
After a while, there were fewer people on the second floor.
The woman in the purple skirt took the opportunity to quickly go upstairs.
Several maids followed closely.
These maids walked briskly, and they were no ordinary women at first glance.
Moreover, they all look like flowers and jade, but they work as maids for the woman in the purple skirt, which shows that the status of the woman in the purple skirt is even more extraordinary.
Arriving on the second floor, the woman in the purple skirt found that there were still several scholars who had not gone down to collect money, but were quickly writing something on the paper with a brush.
Their eyes were red, as if they had cried.
The woman in purple skirt walked over and looked behind them curiously.
It was discovered that what they recorded on the papyrus paper was actually a poem.
I have memorized several pages.
"These poems were all written by him?" the woman in purple skirt asked curiously.
"That's right! It was all done by that young master! The young master is really a peerless poet!!"
"Yes, yes, yes! That's amazing! The young master said countless sad poems in this night! Not a single sentence was repeated, and I don't know how much sadness he experienced. It's really a pity."
"My eyes are swollen from crying, this is the real poet!"
Several scholars responded to the woman's words without raising their heads.
"Oh? So interesting?"
The woman in the purple skirt became interested and looked at the handsome man.
It is indeed handsome.
Sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, clean and neat.
Wearing a white robe with black plum blossom branches printed on it, she looks very unique.
Coupled with the man's drunken and slightly sad temperament, he has an indescribable charm.
The woman in purple skirt came over.
At this time, the scholars smelled a scent and looked up, only to realize that the woman in purple skirt who had just spoken to them was actually a stunning beauty in the world.
They were all stunned for a while.
"What a beautiful woman..."
"It's really a fairy descending to earth."
But soon, the scholar who was obsessed with poetry was attracted by a poem by the handsome young man.
“Whoever abandons me will not retain yesterday’s day;
Those who disturb my mind will have many worries today.
The long winds send autumn geese flying thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.
We are all full of joy, strong and full of joy, and want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful.
If life is unsatisfactory in this world, it will ruin the boat in the Ming Dynasty."
After listening to this, several scholars suddenly opened their eyes in surprise and shock.
"What a poem! It's truly a masterpiece!!"
"We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the sky to embrace the bright moon! What a great feeling!"
"We are all full of pride and joy, and our thoughts are soaring into the high sky to pick up the bright moon... It describes the dreams of ordinary people like us!"
"The Poet! This is the Poet! No! This is the Poet!!!"
Several scholars even forgot about their beauty and started recording verses as quickly as possible for fear of forgetting them.
While recording and communicating with each other, I was afraid that I would remember wrongly.
When the woman in the purple skirt heard this poem, her eyes lit up even more, and she couldn't help but murmur.
"Cut the knife to cut off the water, and the water will flow more; raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful. Life is not satisfactory in this world, and tomorrow's dispersion will make the boat flat... The young master is really relieved!"
The woman walked up to the handsome young man and took the initiative to say hello.
"Master, can we have a drink together?"
In ancient times, a woman could take the initiative, and such a stunning woman would definitely astonish others!
But in the eyes of these scholars, they feel that it is natural.
Just because of the talent of that handsome young man, even they couldn't help but worship him and regard him as a saint.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the handsome young man raised his head to look at the woman who was chatting with him, and then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the woman in purple skirt into his arms.
"Yeah~"
The woman was startled by the sudden movement and did not react at all.
When she reacted again, she had already been pulled into the man's arms and sat down.
The scholars were still immersed in the great poetry and did not pay attention at all.
Only the lay people on the street saw this scene and started talking about it.
"Bold! Let go of my lady!"
The faces of several maids changed drastically, and they drew their swords and were about to stab.
But at this moment.
The woman in purple skirt waved her hand to stop them.
"He's drunk."
Yes.
The man was drunk.
She just found out.
The man's head rested on his chest and he fell asleep...
Looking at the wine jars all over the floor and the high wine jars piled high on the table, she could not imagine how sad this young master had been and needed so much strong wine to relieve his sorrow.
"Take him back to our inn."
The woman said softly.
The maids took orders.
But when they came over and tried to drag the handsome young man away, they couldn't do anything.
Moreover, the young man held the young lady in his arms and refused to let go.
This made the maids so angry that they almost drew their swords and killed the prodigal.
The woman in the purple skirt also smiled helplessly and waved her hand to stop her again.
"In that case, let her hold me and it won't affect me."
When the maids saw this, they didn't dare to say anything.
The woman in purple skirt supported the man and left the tavern under the envious eyes of many men.
Return to the inn where you live.
There is not a single resident here.
Apparently he was taken over by a woman.
Moreover, he was surrounded by guards wearing commoners and holding swords. At first glance, he looked like he was no ordinary person.
"No need to follow."
The woman in the purple skirt spoke to the maid and helped the man upstairs.
The maid didn't dare to say anything.
After all, they know the woman's identity.
And what can a drunkard do?
Second floor.
The woman helped the man to her room.
He walked to the bed and wanted to put the man down.
"Okay, let's lie down for a while."
The woman put down the man and spoke softly.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the man suddenly pulled the woman to the bed.
Caught off guard, she was pinned down.
"Miss Feng, I like you, I really like you! I want you!"
The man was so drunk that he couldn't open his eyes and muttered drunken words.
"I'm not Miss Feng, let go." The woman in the purple skirt felt uncomfortable and struggled quickly.
She was also quite curious about the Feng girl.
What kind of girl can be so liked by such a talented young man?
Even when drunk, he does not forget his name.
But the next moment.
Suddenly a sharp pain came.
The woman in the purple skirt instantly widened her eyes.
