As soon as Feng Hua entered the gate of the cyclamen, the second junior of the first shop greeted him warmly: "May I ask if the guest officer is sharpened or staying in the hotel?" ”

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"Open a private room." She doesn't like to be busy, so she naturally has other plans for coming to this cyclamen.

"Okay, guest officer, please come with me." Xiao Er respectfully made a gesture of invitation to Feng Hua and led her up to the second floor.

There are 12 private rooms on the second floor of the cyclamen, namely: plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, wind, elegance, song, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and dance.

Twelve large characters with twelve corresponding paintings, a closer look will show that these brushstrokes are all from the hand of one person.

No matter how much you like a calligrapher, it's impossible to hang all his works in your shop, and these works must be the authentic works of the owner of this cyclamen.

The strong ink flavor makes the style of the entire second floor different from the lively on the first floor, but gives people a visual impact of literati and ink artists.

It seems that this faceless behind-the-scenes boss will not only make money, but must also be a scholar who likes to dance and write.

Such talents are rare.

Since the boss behind this scene is a person with ink in his chest, Feng Hua is confident that he can show up and convince him to cooperate with him. The purpose of her coming here today is not as simple as eating and drinking.

But if you want to realize your next plan, you still have to meet your collaborators first.

It's just that he heard that the ruler of the cyclamen has a strange temperament, and never sees a guest, unless he can get something that pleases him.

She Fenghua didn't have the things that moved her heart, but she remembered a bunch of the works of famous ancient Chinese poets. I don't believe that after seeing the classic and wonderful poems, this mysterious person who loves writing does not show up to see her.

Feng Hua: "Please give me a piece of paper and a pen." ”

Xiao Er seemed to understand what Feng Hua meant, and said, "Please wait a moment." ”

After sending the woman in front of him into the private room, he turned around and walked towards the counter, only to come to the private room again in a moment, only this time with the best rice paper and brush in his hand.

As for Feng Hua's motives, Xiao Er is very clear.

Before Fenghua, there were many people who wanted to meet the boss behind the cyclamen, and many of them were the ones she uses now.

It's just that it didn't work out every time, and I don't know if it will break the previous record.

In fact, in his heart, he thought that the woman in front of him would succeed, and for some reason, this feeling was extremely strong.

The scent of ink spread throughout the room, and black notes began to fall on the white paper:

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The general's horn bow is uncontrollable, and it is difficult to protect the iron clothes.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned.

LT East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses.

Tang Dynasty poet Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing", although it is written about the sadness of parting on the march, it is not suitable for the head of a restaurant.

But the words and sentences in this poem are beautiful quatrains that run through ancient and modern times, and they must be the favorite of literati and ink writers, and I believe that the mysterious boss will like them.

After drying the ink, he turned around and handed it to Xiao Er, who had been waiting beside him: "Please help me hand it over to your master." ”

Xiao Er was shocked:

Personally? Does she know who he is? How is this possible, he thinks he is well disguised.

On his face, he still indifferently took the article handed over by Feng Hua, he never personally delivered poems to his master, but this time he made an exception.

The person who can see through his identity at a glance is definitely not an ordinary person, maybe this time the master is really willing to meet the guest.

It's just that Xiao Er is still very puzzled about how the woman in front of him saw through his identity, but he doesn't ask much. After all, there are so many talented people in the world, it is not surprising that they are seen through.

In fact, Feng Hua began to suspect when she first saw the oncoming junior two.

Dare to ask which one of the running halls you have seen to greet guests, Xiao Er is clean and clean, without any smell of oil smoke.

Dare to ask which one you have seen, Xiao Er is a resolute and handsome guy.

Dare to ask which little two you have seen, the second is a peerless master who is as light as a swallow and has internal strength.

However, she was only suspicious before, and it was not until she saw the surprise in Xiao Er's eyes that she was sure that this person was not a simple cyclamen worker.

At some point, the messenger had already exited the room. Only Feng Hua was left to sit alone on the soft collapse, sipping the best Biluochun in his hand.

A private room is a private room, different from the hustle and bustle of the lobby.

Moreover, the location of this cyclamen is extremely high, but you can see half of the world of the capital on the second floor.

If you climb to the top floor, you must have the entire capital of the Western Chu Dynasty in sight. This is simply an excellent situation for the king of heaven to inspect the people's situation.

A pot of Biluochun gradually bottomed out, and Feng Hua, who was half-lying on the soft collapse, pointed at it: "Ten, nine, eight............ Three, two, one. ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a "squeak", and the wooden door of the private room was pushed open from the outside in.

The person who came had a square face, and his eyes were shining brightly, but he looked kind on his slightly wrinkled face.

At the age of about fifty or sixty, with a long spring brocade coat of eight answers, the whole person really reflects the atmosphere of a celebrity and inkman.

Xiao Er followed behind the old man, slightly respectful, as if the person in front of him was really his master.

"Girl, did you make that poem?" During the words, Feng Hua did not give half of his eyes.

Sitting in the upper left seat of the private room, he looks like the momentum of the master's house.

Feng Hua's beautiful eyes narrowed in a small arc, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "Since your master has no opinion on me, I think I'd better leave." There will be a period later. ”

Just this little trick of Li Daitao, she stopped playing one hundred and eighty years ago. At this moment, these two people actually used tricks that she was so familiar that she could still remember after drinking Meng Po soup.

It's just stupid.

Feng Hua didn't know that the exchange of the two in front of her with the real behind-the-scenes boss was just giving her a bad look.

Since others are so arrogant, why should she be the one who bows her head first? Talking about the last word of business, whoever bows his head first will suffer first.

The steps of leaving are resolute, and there is no sense of dragging mud and water.

Sure enough, the two people in the private room couldn't sit still when they saw Feng Hua's resolute attitude: "Girl, please stay, my master asks you to move to the fourth floor." ”

In just a blink of an eye, the two appeared in front of Feng Hua, who had already left the private room, and made a gesture of please.

The attitude is sincere, not like the arrogance of Fang Cai.