Chapter 672: Read all the flowers in Chang'an in one day
"Hmph, how can a country boy dare to hand poems to Miss Yueqiong?"
"You look quite upright, but why are your eyes so dull, and you look like you are overindulging in lust?"
"These days, people's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and everyone wants to be famous!"
Many people in the building came here because they wanted to kiss Fangze. After all, everyone has a love for beauty, and it is also a good story to be able to take beauty away with you.
Although it is too general to say that literati are contemptuous of each other. Generally speaking, people in the same profession are generally contemptuous of each other. However, literati are the most vicious when it comes to scolding others. They use guns and sticks at the same time. Especially when they see Wu Ming's extraordinary clothes and equipment, they can't help but sneer and ridicule Wu Ming.
The purpose is to make him retreat when faced with difficulties, so as to show his magnanimity.
Unfortunately, Wu Ming's face is indeed not very good. First, he is angry with Chu Chu, but he is in a bad mood recently, and third, the most important thing is to refine the Azure South Pearl Bracelet.
This treasure requires natal essence and blood, and is refined with secret techniques to have the magical effect of protecting the body. If an ordinary person refines 18 pieces and consumes 18 drops of natal essence and blood, his energy and blood will be exhausted long ago, and his vitality will be greatly damaged.
Fortunately, Wu Ming's physique is different from ordinary people, so his face is just a little pale, but at first glance, it really looks like he has overindulged!
Wu Ming didn't bother to pay attention to gossip. They were just a bunch of frivolous people who couldn't eat grapes and said grapes were sour.
As for whether I can pass the test, I don't worry at all.
For five thousand years in China, the number one soft rice king, the boss who visited brothels and even famous prostitutes fell in love with him, will it be any worse?
Sure enough, after just half a cup of tea, the upstairs private room opened wide, and a beautiful maid in her 28s and as beautiful as a cardamom walked out. She looked down and asked who was the author of "Jade Butterfly".
Wu Ming took a step forward and bowed his hands, which made everyone even more dissatisfied, but they just kept quiet.
After all, Yue Qiong is famous for her extraordinary literary talent, so she will not be mistaken. I think "Jade Butterfly" must be outstanding.
The beautiful maid looked at Wu Ming playfully, as if she wanted to see a flower on his face.
Wu Ming didn't say anything, knowing that this woman was checking for his young lady, and if she didn't do it right, a good poem would be in vain!
Fortunately, Wu Ming's appearance was good. Although he looked a bit like a young man, his slightly dark wheat-colored skin was quite healthy. His cheeks were sharp and angular, showing his masculine beauty. The maid took a look at him and nodded reluctantly.
"This young master please!"
Come to think of it, Wu Ming must have lost both energy and blood, and was a little disappointed.
Wu Ming couldn't hold it any longer, so he went upstairs. When he was done, he turned around and gave a middle finger gesture. His expression was extremely arrogant. Before the elite downstairs started to make a noise, he closed the door with a clang, shutting out all the noise.
It's outside.
"Dare you ask Miss Yueqiong..."
Wu Ming walked straight in and got straight to the point, wanting to ask about Chu Chu's whereabouts.
"Hey, why are you like this? Can girls be seen casually? Sit down!"
The maid was not afraid of Wu Ming at all. She grabbed the corner of Wu Ming's clothes and asked him to sit down.
Seeing that the beautiful figure behind the curtain could not move, he had to sit down and wait for the next step. Who asked him to ask for help?
"Today, the young master's poems have made him famous, but the little girl has nothing to repay..."
A clear and clear voice like Huang Li sounded, but it stopped suddenly.
"Promise yourself to me!"
But it was Wu Ming who ruined the scene and shouted impatiently.
The beautiful maid's eyes widened, as if it was the first time she saw such a weirdo, so she gave him a fierce look and wanted to drive him away.
"The young master has a noble status and a good literary talent. Why should he be in trouble with a little girl?"
The woman behind the curtain said quietly.
Wu Ming rolled his eyes indecently. If he hadn't been like this, there might be many ways to torment him!
It is true that it is difficult to raise a villain and a woman!
Especially smart women, he is really afraid of them!
Ask yourself, you can be regarded as an indestructible golden body cultivated among thousands of flowers, and you have always been ruthless in your actions. Why do you fail in front of women many times?
"Master, please listen to the music!"
The woman pursed her lips and seemed to be smiling, and her bare hands moved the strings of the piano, making a tinkling sound, which made people's hearts sing!
Wu Ming curled his lips, he really couldn't appreciate it. Just when he was about to shout, "Let's change it to something like 18 touch", his mind was suddenly shocked.
The flowing water-like sound of the piano entered his ears, which not only calmed his mind, but also unknowingly affected his rock-solid mood, gradually calming down the irritability and various distracting thoughts in his mind.
Not only that, you can even feel that every impurity in your spiritual consciousness has been removed.
Although there is only a trace, it is so effective that it can be called a miraculous skill!
You must know that spiritual consciousness is an extension of the soul's power and thoughts, and is fundamentally related to whether one's own will is strong or not. It is extremely difficult to improve it at all.
I never expected that just a piece of piano music could refine my spiritual consciousness!
It seems like a trace, but what if it continues like this for a long time?
The music was not long, lasting less than half a quarter of an hour before it stopped.
"Young master's will is so amazing!"
The woman praised.
"The girl's piano skills are really amazing!"
Wu Ming also liked it.
"You shouldn't praise me like this. If you have the chance to see me...forget it, it must be fate that you can come here, so I won't say anything!"
The woman said quietly, seeming a little sad.
The beautiful maid glanced at the curtain and went straight forward to give Wu Ming some tea.
When Wu Ming saw this, he didn't hesitate. He drank it all in one gulp. Regardless of the charming look in the maid's eyes, he stood up to leave and pushed the door open. From the beginning to the end, he never saw Yue Qiong's true face and made no request.
"Miss, this young master may act in a rough manner, but his words are extremely beautiful. Why don't you stay a little longer and write another poem?"
The beautiful maid put away the dishes and complained.
"The fate has been exhausted. I can't force it. I wonder which sister in the building is destined to..."
The melancholy in the woman's voice became stronger and stronger, until her voice was as low as a mosquito or a fly, inaudible.
The beautiful maid seemed to understand, and stamped her feet angrily, as if she was confused as to why her young lady didn't seize the opportunity.
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At the same time, there were boos downstairs, probably because Wu Ming came out so quickly and was kicked out.
There were even those who were quick to speak and made sarcastic noises, causing many people to ridicule them again and again!
"Hey, you guys are a bunch of idiots. You can go shopping for free!"
Wu Ming sneered, put his hands behind his back, and walked away with his head held high, like a rooster patrolling his territory.
As soon as he left the house, Jun's face suddenly darkened, because the summons jade talisman had been summoned again, and it still had the simple place name and name on it.
"Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Xiaoxiao!"
You don't need to think too much to know that she must be a popular actress from another famous house in Pingkangfang.
What makes Wu Ming dissatisfied is that the timing is so lucky, and most likely someone is secretly watching, even if he changes his appearance, it will be useless.
The Red Sleeves are a long-established killer organization. The best thing they can do is hide their faces. Playing tricks in front of these female heroes is nothing more than playing tricks in front of Guan Gong!
As a result, Wu Ming turned his grief and anger into strength, and based on the principle of contributing to the promotion of Chinese culture, he became a copywriter with righteousness.
It is still the masterpiece of the number one soft rice king. Reading it out in front of everyone shocked these group of self-proclaimed talents, but in fact they are practicing barbarians with heads full of muscles!
Firstly, it was to gain fame. As long as the reputation grew bigger, if you wanted to touch him, you would have to think carefully. Secondly, Wu Ming was also fighting back silently.
Since the Red Sleeves are a killer organization, they cannot be seen in the light. It is so eye-catching. Let’s see how you step down!
Just like before, he also listened to a piece of music, but it was a dongxiao. It also tempered his consciousness, but he still didn't see anyone.
"Playing with mystery!"
After leaving the second house, Wu Ming received another summons.
"Jinselou, Changqin!"
As if on a battlefield, Wu Ming walked away and headed straight for Jinse Tower.
What is surprising is that these two poems, which are tear-jerking, heart-breaking, and full of love affairs in Don Mueang, have spread at an unimaginable speed.
There were even more malicious people who inquired about Wu Ming's image and chased him. Some people even called their friends to see what he was going to do.
I just came down seven or eight times in a row, and each time it took less than a quarter of an hour before I left the famous flower boudoir. However, my poems were very good, and I was jealous of others, so I got the laughing name of "a half-moment talented man"!
As each family visited the most famous brothel in Pingkangfang, Wu Ming's identity was also exposed, and even well-informed people publicized his deeds in the Song Dynasty.
As a result, many people followed him, and he gained a large number of fans. Of course, there were also many jealous people. After all, being able to stay overnight is the highest realm that talented people pursue these days.
When Wu Ming came out of the eighth house, he was followed by thousands of people who came after hearing the news, watching like monkeys.
By this time, although he had not seen his true face and could only speak a handful of words, Wu Ming had already come to his senses.
The eight stunning huadans are all huadans who have great reputations in various houses, but are actually not top tier.
Similar to the previous life in ancient China, today's Huadans also need to use fame to increase their social status. Singers use sex to please others, but they mostly use their skills to help others.
This kind of helping others is not about helping others, but about practicing special skills and techniques, using music and dance that can cleanse the mind or temper the mind to enhance the secret skills of others' martial arts!
"The inner demons, the inner demons, the inner demons, the inner demons, the innate thoughts, should have appeared when the artistic conception broke through the innate, but so far there is no trace. It seems that they are holding back their big move and waiting for me!"
Wu Ming vaguely noticed that the inner demon was different from what others had encountered. It seemed to have independent consciousness, but it had no roots and no traces. He could only wait for him to show up.
After thinking about this, Wu Ming became more and more relaxed, strode forward, and continued to rush to the ninth house. Just like before, he still only listened to the music and did not see the beauty!
More and more people followed, including many talented and learned scholars in Chang'an City. They originally wanted to ask for advice, but after reading nine poems, they all backed down. They were really ashamed of themselves!
"Hmph, treating the uncle like a donkey, if you don't come up with something useful, you will lose so many brain cells in vain!"
Even though he got the benefit, Wu Ming still resented being fooled around by a little girl.
In the eyes of this shameless and invincible time-traveler and copywriter, writing poems silently is a waste of brain cells!
In line with the idea of being arrogant to the end and becoming famous in Chang'an, Wu Ming's energy returned to its best. When he thought that the red sleeve move might be of benefit to him, he couldn't help but sigh with pride.
"The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day!"
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole city was in an uproar! (To be continued)