Rouge's residence is located on the bank of the Qingshui River. It is a two-story attic. There are many pine, plum and bamboo trees planted in the courtyard downstairs. It is not difficult to see that although she is a brothel madam, she is a woman who loves poetry and romance.
The fact that there is such a loft in Berkshire, where land is at a premium, is enough to show that this woman is quite wealthy.
While eating in the tavern, Chen Mu found out through some insinuation that the brothel she owned was the famous one in Yangliu River - Bu Xian Xian.
"Come, eat whatever you want. I'm treating you today. You'll stay at my sister's place tonight. I'll wait for my sister to send you back to Beicheng tomorrow night."
Chen Mu nodded while grabbing the food on the table, but Yan Zhi didn't have any intention of eating. Instead, he glanced at the two empty seats in front, as if he was waiting for someone.
"Sister Rouge, what are you looking at? You don't want to eat?"
Yanzhi waved his hand impatiently: "I'm not hungry. I'm mainly here to listen to books. Eat your food, don't bother me."
Chen Mu wasn't interested in storytelling or anything like that, but the fried pig ears on the table made him feel like he could eat two more bowls of rice.
Following the sound of footsteps, two storytellers soon appeared on stage.
At that time, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. In fact, most people had the same purpose as Rouge.
After eating, I just wanted to have a glass of wine and listen to the story of the bloody battle between Wang Chen and Mu Monan.
"The world knows that a first-level scholar wears armor and mounts a horse to defeat the enemy. There are many heroes in ancient and modern times, but...Long Xia is no more than this one person. He should take on yesterday..."
The story hadn't even started yet, and the applause from everyone in the audience was rising and falling. Chen Mu could tell that the people who came to listen to the story were all short of money, and the rewards were all in silver.
This rouge is even more terrifying. He just threw away a tael of gold.
With just a few words, the restaurant made dozens of taels of profit.
At this moment, Chen Mu really has a way of kicking these two storytellers down and doing it himself. Grandma's money is so profitable.
As for the story told, it is exactly the part where Chen Mu led the Shu army to hide in Hengshan Mountain on that day, preparing to surround the Tatar army.
"But our King of Shuchuan, he is not only good at fighting, but also has a unique skill. It was this unique skill that enabled him to achieve the feat of annihilating 70,000 Tatar troops."
For a moment, everyone frowned and asked, "What kind of magic skills are so powerful?"
Only Chen Mu himself looked confused: "Special skills?"
The storyteller vividly said: "This man knows Yin and Yang and can resonate with heaven and earth. I heard from retired veterans that this man sat quietly on the top of Hengshan Mountain all night, and the next morning the rocks rolled down and blocked the Tatars."
The way to go..."
Upon hearing this, more than ten people in the audience suddenly looked shocked!
"So that's it!"
"It turns out... there is still God to help!"
As for Yanzhi on the side, she also had a look of fascination and contemplation at the moment.
But at this moment, an extremely discordant sound suddenly appeared in Rouge's ears.
"Isn't this just nonsense? It still resonates with heaven and earth?"
The voice was not loud, but Yanzhi heard it. He frowned and then kicked him: "You poor boy knows nothing. Others can kill 70,000 barbarians. How about you go to Monan one day?"
Try it?"
"I……"
He was just about to retort a few words, but when he saw Rouge's palm raised, how could he dare to beep blindly again?
"Hehe, just kidding, Chen Mu is awesome, Chen Muniu, okay?"
After a table of dishes was finished, the story ended when Chen Mu led his army to attack the Tatar army.
It was already afternoon when we left the house.
Up in the attic, Yanzhi took off Chen Mu's clothes again.
After putting on the medicine, Yan Zhi gave Chen Mu a flick of the medicine that he didn't expect.
"You little bastard, even if I change the medicine for you, you will be able to react. You almost got a slap on my face. I have to castrate you if I have time."
Chen Mu was speechless: "I... have nothing to say."
The sky has darkened, and it's time for Chen Mu to go back at night.
However, the most grand and popular lantern festival in Bajun gradually became more lively after the sun went down.
The entire Qingshui River was brightly lit at this time. This was a festival jointly organized by the Bajun government and many literary gentry.
The scrolls of the Long Xia Dynasty have a grand atmosphere. On this day every year, many good poems and poems are always poured out, which are sung by countless brothel singers. I just don’t know who’s poems this year can suddenly appear among thousands of people.
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Yanzhi's residence is at the uppermost reaches of the Qingshui River. Along the way, you can almost visit the scene of the lantern festival, and the place where the poetry festival was held is in the center of several well-known brothels - Qingshui Yuan.
Rouge was full of interest all the way: "I heard that the theme of this year's poetry competition is based on the Battle of Monan, King of Sichuan?"
"Do you think the King of Shuchuan himself will come?"
"I've read a lot of poems describing battlefields recently. Hehe, I'll give it a try later. If it can be written on a lantern and hung up, maybe the King of Shuchuan will be able to see it."
When he was walking, Chen Mu couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "A woman who is almost thirty years old, pretending to be like a little girl... Damn it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yanzhi slapped Chen Mu on the back.
"I'm happy, you fucking know nothing~"
In less than half a stick of incense, they arrived at Qingshuiyuan.
Qingshui-in is quite large. It was originally a martial arts performance venue and could accommodate thousands of people. However, it later became an official celebration venue for festivals such as New Year's Day and Mid-Autumn Festival.
At that time, at least two to three thousand people gathered there. Qingshuiyuan was divided into an inner circle and an inner circle. The people in the outer circle stayed to watch, while the inner circle was a place where literati competed for poems and a few Confucian scholars reviewed their poems.
This time, many more people came here to appreciate poems than in previous years, but in fact most of them were looking forward to whether the King of Shuchuan himself would come here to select poems. However, seeing only a few old men with white beards, they felt regretful.
As for Rouge, I was extremely excited to buy a lantern and was about to start composing lyrics.
It can be seen that this girl has considered every word for a long time, but what she wrote is not satisfactory. Compared with the dozen or so poems hung on the wooden pole, I am afraid that it will not even pass the first trial.
Chen Mu half-jokingly said: "I write it seriously, but the quality is worrying. How about... I write a song for you? I'm sure I can win the first prize."
Yanzhi looked at her lyrics with satisfaction, and then rolled her eyes at Chen Mu: "Just you? You look like a gangster. I'm afraid the things you write may not be as good as mine, so get out of the way."
I was very happy when I went there, but when I saw it, I came back holding a lantern. Needless to say, the result was.
After all, he was writing poems for himself. Seeing this girl's disgraced face, Chen Mu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
"Bring me a lantern."
Chen Mu slapped the remaining five cents on the table, took the lantern and started writing.
——Xia Ke Xing.
The guests of Shu are wearing wild flowers, and the frost of Tang Dynasty is bright.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name!