Miss Liu is twenty-eight years old this year. She is as beautiful as a flower, and as fragrant as a jade. She used to be raised in a boudoir where no one knew her, but now she is the queen of the old king's palace, flying into the homes of ordinary people.
But even if Liu Zhi was reduced to this land of fireworks, from a noble to a fourth-class untouchable, it was not something anyone could see.
First of all, there must be a series of copper coins as a stepping stone, so that you have the opportunity to step into Liu Zhi's boudoir, but there is a curtain between you and Liu Zhi. As for how to get Liu Zhi to walk out of the curtain, pour you a glass of wine, and say
A few words, but it all depends on one's personal ability. You can talk about poetry, songs, and governance as much as you want. As long as you talk about it to make Miss Liu happy and make Miss Liu happy, she will say a word lazily.
"I'm tired today. Please come back tomorrow."
Then you come over tomorrow, and you need a lot of copper coins to meet me. This happens again and again, and you have to leave it to fate whether you can meet him in the end. In the end, if you want to go to the same bed with him, you have to spend a huge amount of money.
What is the concept of a copper coin? A copper coin is equivalent to one tael of silver, and four or five copper coins is the annual expenditure of an ordinary farmer.
But even so, there is still an endless stream of people who want to spend money. There are certain psychological factors in this. It is similar to being always restless when you don't get it, and feeling confident when you are favored.
But in fact, it only matters once you get it. After three or five times, it doesn't mean much. The yellow flower succeeds or fails. No matter how high this Yan Zhihong is lifted now, in the end she will have to be like the girl in this hall, accompanying the wine and laughing.
The so-called stories of talented men and beautiful women are just for listening to, not so much romantic stories to tell others.
But at least nowadays, carmine is still highly praised.
People like Xu Mao and others are all here for Rouge. If anyone can win the heart of a beautiful woman, it will be a great honor. But so far, no one has been able to do it.
Xu Mao called Mr. Turtle over, put a piece of silk cloth on the tray, and carefully placed a letter. He asked in a pious tone: "Ask Miss Yan Zhihong if you are free today."
When people are reduced to dusty places, they usually don't use their real names, which is an insult to their ancestors, so even if everyone knows Yan Zhihong's name, no one calls her Liu Zhi.
The price of silk cloth is about the same, and it can be used as money. This is what the Wuling boy said. There is a small poem in the letter. In this era, scholars and scribes were particularly respected. As for this poem, it was written by Xu Mao himself.
Whether it was made or bought with money is hard to say.
The turtle slave walked around the hall, and there were probably such things on the tray, so they were comparing each other. If there was no competition or grabbing, Rouge Hong would not have such great charm.
Cheng Dalei wanted to see Yan Zhihong. He needed to expand the population of the village and wanted to buy some slaves. Everyone has the love and admiration for beauty. He was young and wanted to be distinguished in front of others.
"Bring me some pen and ink!" Cheng Dalei called out, rolling up his sleeves.
Xu Mao cast his gaze on Cheng Dalei: "The toad really wants to eat swan meat."
Xu Shenji saw Cheng Dalei writing, which was called ugly. At this moment, he said in a doubtful tone: "Master, are you okay?"
Cheng Dalei dipped his hands in thick ink and moved his pen rapidly. In an instant, lines of words appeared on the paper like ghostly symbols. To call them words is really an insult to these two words.
"Toads are originally from the ground."
Someone slowly read it out on paper, followed by a burst of ridicule. This first sentence is just general, and even a child with a yellow mouth can understand it.
"Lying alone on the ground like a tiger stalking"
The second sentence disappointed everyone again, or in other words, no one had any hope for Cheng Dalei's revenge. Xu Mao sneered and turned his head to the side to express his contempt.
"..."
"..."
Cheng Dalei sealed the paper, put it on the tray, put down a bunch of copper coins, and then Shi Shiran sat down and listened to the wind.
The turtle slave sent the tray into the room, and everyone looked forward to it with eager anticipation. The sound of singing and music in the hall also seemed careless.
"I don't know who Miss Rouge Hong will choose today..."
"I think it's Mr. Xu. Mr. Xu has been here for more than ten days and I don't know how much money I have thrown away."
"I heard that Mr. Xu asked an expert to write a poem, but Miss Yan Zhihong also loves poetry."
Everyone was talking about these things with enthusiasm and excitement. Beauty and wine were always the favorite topics for everyone. After an unknown period of time, a girl came out of the room. Many people followed her, and they felt a little nervous.
The girl came down from upstairs, bypassed everyone, walked up to Cheng Dalei, and whispered: "Mr. Ou, please come to the room to talk."
"this……"
Xu Mao's eyes suddenly opened wide with disbelief on his face. Cheng Dalei stood up and walked up to him, patted him on the back, and then strode towards Yan Zhihong's room.
"Why, why!" Xu Mao couldn't help but said out loud: "I have been here for more than ten days in a row, and I made an agreement with Miss Yan Zhihong yesterday."
"Maybe it's a poem he wrote..."
"Poetry, what poem?" Xu Mao was only interested in expressing his ridicule, but he did not read the poem written by Cheng Dalei carefully. Naturally, Cheng Dalei's handwriting is a kind of torture for anyone to read.
Xu Mao seemed to be looking for something, but actually he wanted others to tell him the poem written by Cheng Dalei.
"Mr. Xu, don't move!" someone shouted.
Xu Mao kept his body stiff and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What's on your back?"
This man came over and took off a small piece of paper stuck on Xu Mao's back. Everyone turned their heads, especially Xu Mao, with his eyes wide open.
I saw an animal crudely drawn with a brush on a piece of paper. This animal was a toad.
There was silence, everyone looked at each other, so quiet that you could hear everyone's heartbeat.
"This is... King Toad..." someone asked anxiously.
"Is he right here?" Someone looked around, covered in cold sweat.
"No, this is clairvoyance and ears!" Someone shouted: "What did I say? What did I say?"
Xu Mao felt dizzy, his eyes were black, and his body was shaking involuntarily.
"You really have clairvoyance and ears!"
Cheng Dalei stepped into the room. There was a wooden table in the wooden house, and a gauze curtain blocked the bed. Behind him, a figure could be seen faintly behind the gauze curtain. It was antique, simple yet delicate, and there was a vase on the wooden table. There was a vase inside.
A red flower, the fragrance is blowing towards your face.
"Toads are originally from the ground."
"Lying alone on the ground like a tiger stalking"
“When spring comes, I won’t speak first.”
"Which insect dares to squeak?"
In the hall, someone was already slowly reciting this frog poem from memory, and the last word fell...