"Sir, do you think I'm like this... is that okay?" Bisu put on a gray cloth monk's robe and said with fear: "I have never been a serious monk. I could have fooled the rich country man in Guangyuan. This is
There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Bianliang City, I'm just afraid..."
"Don't be afraid. I passed by Daxiangguo Temple two days ago and saw this eminent monk from Bianliang. The nuns were selling embroidered purses in front of the temple. The fat monks each had a futon and sang sutras and sermons there. The competition was based on the size of their voices.
, whoever shouts loudly and powerfully, and gets a burst of cheers, is said to be an eminent monk, and I don’t think he is any better than you."
Yang Hao smiled and comforted, but Bi Su was still worried and said: "But if someone asks me about Buddhism when I go out with you this time, and I can't even recite a complete paragraph, why shouldn't I reveal my secret on the spot?"
Yang Haodao: "What's there to memorize? Remember, you are an eminent monk from the Western Regions. The Dharma is profound. How can you learn from that little novice monk and why do you have to memorize scriptures? Also, don't let your subordinates talk in a lowly manner."
Now, you two have to call me Poor Monk, Yue'er, and Xiaoyu. Remember, you must address Bisu as Master and don't call him by his name anymore."
Xiaoyu and Muyi couldn't help laughing and said, "Yes."
Bisu said with a sad face: "The poor monk said he doesn't memorize the scriptures. If someone asks me... the poor monk for advice on Buddhism, he can't always remain silent, right? How should he deal with it?"
Yang Hao smiled and said: "This is easy. All eminent monks like to be aggressive. If you feel it's difficult to respond to what others say, just say something vague and incomprehensible. Don't worry, the more you say, the more likely you are to respond.
The clouds and mountains are shrouded in mist, and the more you look like a Zen machine, the more people think you have profound Buddhist knowledge. If they don't understand, they have to pretend to understand, and they don't dare to ask you. Besides, you are pretending to be a deviant, meat-and-potatoes monk, and you don't sound like a monk.
There’s no need to take it to heart.”
After Yang Hao finished speaking, he asked again: "Can you memorize the two poems I told you fluently?"
Bi Su said: "I know this by heart, but..."
"That's it, let's go to Ruxuefang and make a name for ourselves!" Yang Hao said with great pride, turned around and walked out. These days, I have been pretending to be a grandson, and I have been depressed for a long time. Now I can't keep a low profile.
I can only keep a high profile and pretend to be crazy, maybe it is a protective color.
"Remember, remember, you can't walk like this, be arrogant, be arrogant, raise your chin high, look up, and don't lower your head even at the threshold. Yes, yes, yes, this is Master Wuhua, a poet monk from the Western Regions.
style.”
After Yang Hao gave instructions with a smile, he walked in front of the carriage, followed by Bi Su, Xiao Yu, and Mu Yike. Xiao Yu was very energetic in green clothes and a small hat, pretending to be a servant, while Mu Yike was wearing a maid outfit.
With her hair combed into a three-part bun, she looks like a pretty girl who is both happy and angry.
After crossing Longjin Bridge, Yang Hao looked back at his group: "Drink! A boy, a monk, and a little maid with a sweet smile and big eyes, um... San Dezi, Fayin,
Xiao Taohong is all here, and if there is another concubine Yi, I can directly shoot the sixth part of the private interview...
People were coming and going at the bridge, people pushing carts, setting up stalls, and hawking. The river was rippling under the bridge, and boats were going back and forth. Yang Hao played with the folding fan in his hand, and hummed in amusement: "Double~~~
The carriage, the boat, the mountain, the high road and the long road, whether you are awake or dreaming, life is short..."
Under the Longjin Bridge, Lijia Incense Shop.
In a small pavilion upstairs, a handsome young man in white clothes was standing in front of the window, leaning on the railing and looking out. Yang Hao and his party, including both monks and laymen, both male and female masters and servants, were so conspicuous that they immediately fell into "his" eyes.
Seeing Yang Hao, "his" face immediately showed a look of resentment mixed with love and hate.
This handsome young man dressed in white as snow was none other than Zhe Ziyu. She had known that Yang Hao had arrived in the capital. Although she thought of him all the time, she refused to see him. Who knew that the enemy's road was narrow, and she could bump into him here.
. Seeing a group of men and women, holding folding fans, and seeming to be humming something in a relaxed manner, Zhe Ziyu felt bitter in his heart: "This enemy, you have completely forgotten about me, okay, okay, hello."
…”
While she was grinding her white teeth, a man in his thirties dressed as a layman hurriedly entered the small pavilion, got behind her, and whispered: "Miss, my subordinates have obtained accurate information. Five days later, Song
The army will march south."
"Okay!" Zhe Ziyu folded the folding fan away, slapped it into his palm, and asked, "How is the situation at Lin Huzi's place?"
"Miss, there is no news from Commander Hu yet."
Zhe Ziyu frowned, thought for a moment, and said: "Hurry up and arrange the ship. I want to go south immediately and see Hu Shuai again."
"Yes." The man hesitated and then said: "Miss, Wu Wa is the first of the four major brothels in Bianliang. She has many friends with powerful and famous people, which is of great help to the lady's affairs. Now she is working with 'such as
Xuefang's Liu Duo'er is competing for fame. If the young lady leaves, will it happen..."
Zhe Ziyu smiled brightly and said: "It doesn't matter, I think Liu Duo'er is at the end of her rope. Even if Wu Wa doesn't need my help at this time, she can still beat her to pieces. Besides, my trip will only take ten days.
This situation can't delay anything important."
"Yes, my subordinate will go make arrangements immediately."
The man hurriedly retreated, and Zhe Ziyu glanced at Yang Hao again. Yang Hao and his group had already walked far away, leaving only a silhouette behind. Zhe Ziyu gritted his teeth and turned around to leave...
In the back house of "Ruxuefang", Liu Duo'er, Pang's mother, and Manager Zhao are worryingly discussing things in her room. This business is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If in the competition with Wu Wa'er
Although he was defeated, he was still a famous figure in Bianliang, but his influence was completely different. Just like the first, second and third place in later competitions, in terms of strength, the fourth place was not much worse than them, but
The influence is vastly different.
If she is excluded from the top ranks of the geisha, although her talent, learning and appearance may not be much inferior to them, but her fame is limited, and she is a pure geisha, and the money she earns at that time is incomparable. If she cannot cope with the huge
Expenditures will inevitably go from bad to worse, and eventually they will fade into obscurity.
The business model of brothels at this time was very different from that of later generations. Some of the geishas were market prostitutes, that is, free persons who voluntarily engaged in the business, so they were not exploited by the brothel bosses. As the top card, she was also considered a boss of the brothel.
, owns some shares.
For example, "Ruxuefang" has three bosses.
One is Miss Liu Duo'er. She is a city prostitute with a free status. She has a cooperative relationship with the other two bosses. They come and go if they cooperate or not. There is no binding force between them. She owns her own property and a group of people. These people
Mainly her singing and dancing assistants, like Miss Miaomiao, are her people.
The second boss is the landlord Mrs. Pang. She is a native of Tokyo and the landlord of "Ruxuefang". In addition to renting out the house, she is also responsible for arranging catering, receiving entertainment, food and clothing expenses, servants' dining room and other internal matters.
In fact, he is the housekeeper of the brothel.
The third boss is the manager Zhao Jixiang. Manager Zhao is also a local. He is responsible for protecting the courtyard and dealing with the government, local gangsters and colleagues.
Mrs. Pang mused: "Mr. Luo has been helping to find some people named Yang Hao these past two days, but unfortunately none of them are suitable. I have also sent someone to Mr. Lu's place. I don't know why, miss, you offended him.
Mr. Lu has promised to help Wu Wa'er write lyrics even if he doesn't take any money, but now even if we offer him ten taels of gold, he won't give in."
After hearing this, Manager Zhao said with dissatisfaction: "Wu Wa'er has such a deep foundation in Bianliang City. Most of the gentry, celebrities and local talents buy into her account, so how can they come to help the girl? Only this Lu Renjia has a higher eye.
No one takes him seriously, so he has no scruples. The girl is at a disadvantage, so she can only turn to him for help, but you have offended him. How about... the girl comes to beg for help, maybe he can change his mind.
…”
Liu Duoer's pretty face sank and she said, "It's okay not to mention Manager Zhao."
Manager Zhao smiled coldly and cursed in his heart: "You are a humble servant who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. When you are praised as the leader of the line, you really think that you are a person. A woman who lives in the dust will sooner or later embark on the road of beauty and beauty."
, but you want to show off and pretend to be a chaste woman, huh!"
Mrs. Pang hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Actually, we don't have to compare Wu Wa'er. Wu Wa'er is naturally charming, and her beauty is not inferior to yours. She is well-read in poetry and is good at responding to poems. She is good at calligraphy and painting.
She plays chess, plays tea ceremony, and lives in a place called Qingyin Xiaozhu. She calls herself the owner of Qingyin Xiaozhu and has the most contacts with talented people. This is what she is best at, and there is no shame in falling behind in poetry.
Girl, what you are best at is singing and dancing. Although you were inferior to her in dancing a few days ago, your singing voice is like the sound of nature and makes people mesmerized every time they listen to it. In this regard, she cannot compare with you, so why don’t we just do it?
Work hard in this area, and as long as there is a place that can suppress her, it doesn't matter."
Zhao Jixiang sneered and said: "It's easy to say. Now the whole Bianliang City knows that the two girls are fighting each other. If only the singing voice can beat her, then only the dwarf can beat her. I originally planned to ask Mr. Lu to write a good poem. In Wu Wa'er
I beat her in what I am best at and restore my reputation, but now...hum!"
Mrs. Pang is just the landlord. If her rent money is reduced, she doesn't care how much it is. She said: "If you lose, you lose. Depending on the girl's ability, she may not be able to survive. It's just that she has to save some ostentation expenses. And then
Just give up some labor."
As soon as she said this, someone called her outside, so she hurriedly agreed and walked out. Zhao Jixiang said disdainfully: "That's nonsense. If that were the case, who would be willing to come with status? If you become a second- or third-rate person,
If you think about turning over again, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
Liu Duoer felt miserable after hearing this, and her face became a little bleak. Zhao Jixiang said coldly: "When the girl is defeated, the hearts of everyone are separated, and they will definitely be in despair. If we don't make a plan early, we will be like a snow house... Hey!
"
Liu Duoer stared at him quietly for a moment and said calmly: "I really can't think of any countermeasures now. Does Manager Zhao have any way to bring me back to life?"
When Zhao Jixiang heard this, he hurriedly said: "There is no way out. The girl is naturally beautiful. If she doesn't stick to her own opinions and tries to show off to Mr. Lu, the famous scholars and some powerful officials in Bianliang, they will not be willing to take action. Help? When the time comes, even if I can't overpower Wu Wa'er, I can still stand up to her and become better for a while."
The veins in Liu Duoer's neck tightened. She took a long breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said word by word: "Concubine...a leaf of duckweed, wandering and wandering. Apart from this innocent body, there is nothing." Already."
Zhao Jixiang said shamelessly: "Girl, you are wrong to think that way. In fact, we have been hanging out in this hook bar for a long time, and it is only a matter of time to hang out and accept customers. If the girl can fight with Wu Wa'er for so long, her identity and reputation have already been established. If Are you willing to let go of your figure, but are you afraid that the rich and famous won't flock to you? Look at Wu Wa'er's charming style and charming appearance. She may not be a person of this kind. Since she is in a brothel, why talk about innocence? If the girl is interested, Zhao can match you take……"
Liu Duo'er's delicate body trembled with anger, her pink fists were clenched tightly, and her nails were pierced into her palms. Before Manager Zhao could finish these words, Liu Duo'er had already screamed: "Get out!"
Manager Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then he became furious: "Miss Liu Duo'er, I tried to persuade you with good words, but you actually said bad words to me!"
Liu Duoer's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she shouted again: "Get out!"
Zhao Jixiang became angry and said: "If you don't go to the Yangguan Road I pointed out to you, take it easy. Your heart is as high as the sky and your life is as thin as paper. That makes you a person who doesn't understand current affairs. If this continues, you will either lose this place." 'Like Xuefang', if you marry a high-ranking official and become a maid or a prostitute, I, Zhao Jixiang, will watch with my eyes wide open to see what will happen to you, Miss Liu Duo'er!"
Zhao Jixiang sneered, flicked his sleeves, and strode out of Liu Duo'er's room.
Liu Duoer breathed rapidly, no longer having the strength to support her body. She barely held on to the desks, and tears slowly flowed down her face. She was originally an orphan, but was adopted as a foster daughter by Liu Ruxue, the owner of Ruxue Fang, when she was in Quanzhou. When he grew up, he inherited the property from his adoptive mother.
She grew up in Ruxuefang since she was a child. Emotionally, Ruxuefang is her home. Now this home is about to be ruined and scattered. She is a girl who has never left the yard and seen the market. Where should she go? Her My heart was full of confusion, fear and despair about the future.
"Duo'er..., this illness has come too late, and my godmother...is no longer good. The only thing my godmother has given you is this snow farm, and you can make a living by it. From now on, everything...will depend on you. Own……"
Thinking about her godmother's last words, Liu Duoer burst into tears: "Godmother, what should I do with my daughter? Now that everyone is betrayed and separated from her relatives, and she is forced by others, what should a woman... do?"
A pair of young shoulders were trembling, and Liu Duoer was holding the table helplessly and crying. At this moment, Miao Miao ran in excitedly. Before she even entered the room, she shouted happily: "Miss, Miss, Miss, That Yang Hao delivered it to your door himself!"