When the scholar was reciting Meng Ming's poem "The Case of Qingyu", a gorgeous carriage happened to pass by, and the people on the carriage seemed to hear this poem, so they hurriedly opened the curtain and looked out, and they saw the scholar who read the poem. In the car was a stunning woman in white, about twenty-eight years old, with flowing clouds, picturesque eyebrows, bright eyes, and a face like congealed cream. When she heard this song, she was fascinated, and felt that it was no less than Liu Yong's good song, she shouted to stop the car, and got out of the car and went to this food stall. This stunning woman appeared, and the people around her felt that their eyes lit up, and they intuitively felt that this woman was a fairy descending to earth, floating out of the dust. I saw the woman lightly open her lips and ask the scholar, "May I ask this Langjun, did you write this poem?" Can you take a look? The scholar was a little stupid when he saw this woman at this time, and he didn't react for a while. I saw the old woman of the stall owner on the side said: "This little lady, the old body tells you the truth, this poem was not written by this scholar, it was written by a somewhat drunk Xiao Langjun just now, and he left after writing it, and he didn't go far." After reading this poem, the stunning woman even said that it was good, she was shocked when she saw the author's signature, and the lyricist turned out to be Meng Ming, who was low-key and abnormal, and it was difficult to see.

The stunning woman looked out eagerly, and she saw a young man with a hobbling step not far away, and she asked the old woman to identify it, and was confirmed by the old woman, and was overjoyed. She sent someone to follow Meng Ming, and she said to the old woman: "This grandmother, can Meng Langjun write this poem to me, I am willing to buy it for a hundred yuan." When everyone heard this, they all exclaimed again and again, and finally the old woman agreed, after all, this was much more than her income in a year, and the woman took Meng Ming's words as she wished, and chased after Meng Ming.

Meng Ming walked relatively slowly, he was sitting on a stone on the side of the road to rest regardless of his image at this time, he felt that the strength of the wine kept surging upwards, and the sleepiness also came up, and he was still a little sensible, ready to call a car to send him home. This is a sudden smell of a fragrant wind, and a woman's voice came from her ears, as melodious as a yellow bird, only to hear and say: "Is it Meng Ming Xiaolangjun, the little woman Ning knows painting, I don't know if Xiaolangjun needs help?" Meng Ming only said, "If you doze off, you will send a pillow", he raised his head to look at the woman, and praised in his heart: "What a stunning woman!" He said: "Then thank you to Ning Xiaoniang, can you send Xiaosheng home, Xiaosheng seems to be a little drunk" Ning Zhihua hurriedly agreed, she asked someone to help Meng Ming into her carriage, and then walked away.

As soon as Meng Ming got in the car, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep deeply. At this time, Ning Zhihua looked helpless, she was about to ask his address, but who knew that Meng Ming was asleep. There was no way, so she asked her entourage maid to inquire, and after inquiring for a long time, she didn't hear it, and all the people who were inquired knew the name Meng Ming, but they just didn't know where his mansion was. Ning Zhihua secretly said that this Meng Ming is quite low-key, and he really hides his merits and fame. This Ning Zhihua is the head and head brand of Qinglou Ronghefang.

Nowadays, people have a misconception that Qinglou is a brothel. In ancient times, Qinglou was not equal to a "red light district", and prostitutes were not equal to sex workers, and the annotations on "prostitutes" in exegesis works all referred to "female music", in other words, prostitutes provided services such as music, singing and dancing, and opera, rather than flesh and skin. Of course, there are prostitutes who provide sexual services, but they are generally of low quality, and most of them are "prostitutes".

"Wulin Old Things Song House" cloud: "Pingkang blockade workshop, such as the upper and lower sword camp, lacquer wall, Shapi Lane, Qinghe Fang, Ronghe Fang, Xinjie, Taipingfang, Jianzi Lane, Lion Lane, Houshi Street, and Jianqiao, are all places where flowers gather. In addition, the two rivers such as the Tea Shop, Qingle Tea Workshop, Zhuzi Tea Workshop, Panjia Tea Workshop, Liansan Tea Workshop, Lian Er Tea Workshop, and Jinbo Bridge and Washi City all have their own differences. To add that, the main business of Bai Alum House and Pan Lou is a restaurant, but they also participate in the operation of Qinglou. This is not because Liu Yong is the guest of the first master of the Bailu Building, and there are excellent works sung from time to time, so he is better than other Qinglou. Meng Ming's name is also on par with Liu Yong in the Qinglou world in Tokyo, but Meng Ming is a low-key person who never lingers between Qinglou in his daily life, so the word is hard to find.

At this time, Ning Zhihua was also a little excited, and finally met the legendary Meng Ming. She carefully observed the sleeping Meng Ming, Meng Ming was also a handsome guy, he had a face that seemed to be finely carved, a handsome and beautiful nose, the curved corners of his lips were quite perfect, and he seemed to be smiling at any time; His complexion is fair, his facial features are delicate with a touch of handsomeness, and handsome with a touch of gentleness. But at this time, the corners of his mouth twitched a little, as if he was whispering something. Ning Zhihua was a little stupid, and his heart was like a deer crashing.

Ning Zhihua took Meng Ming back to Ronghe Building and asked someone to carry Meng Ming to her room. At this time, Liu Chunniang, the director of Ronghe Building, rushed over when she heard the news, and she happened to see a drunk young man being carried upstairs, and Ning Zhihua also ran forward and backwards to command. She hurriedly came over to ask Ning Zhihua about the situation, Ning Zhihua told Liu Chunniang what happened, and then showed her the "Qingyu Case" written by Meng Ming, Liu Chunniang was also praised, and after knowing that this young man was Meng Ming, she was also overjoyed. She said to Ning Zhihua: "Zhihua, this year's Oiran Contest will be held next month, originally I was not confident, it's not that your talent is not good, the key is that we don't have the same lyricist as Liu Yong, now the opportunity has come, you have picked up a treasure, Meng Ming's name is not under Liu Yong, and it is also a good work." All the women in the Qinglou want to see him but can't, your luck is so good, use all your strength, let him write a few more poems for you, and you have the hope of winning the championship. ”

Ning Zhihua comprehended, so he went upstairs, and the upstairs was full of young women who were full of flowers and branches at this time, all blocked the door of Ning Zhihua, and after they got the news, they all wanted to see Meng Ming's true face. One of the women who was familiar with Ning Zhihua stepped forward and asked, "Sister, is the little Langjun in your room really Meng Ming, if I want to go and see." After Ning Zhihua told her the truth, the whole scene was a little out of control, these women were excited, and they all shouted to see Meng Ming, and finally Liu Chunniang came up and scolded them, which calmed down the situation.

Meng Ming didn't sleep well, he dreamed of many things from his previous life, but they were gradually blurred. He felt very thirsty, so he said, "Water, I want to drink water." After Ning Zhihua heard the movement, he rushed to the bed, understood what Meng Ming meant, and brought a glass of warm water. Meng Ming closed his eyes, fumbled and took the water cup and drank it, he also touched a silky and delicate hand at that time, thinking it was the hand of the jade cicada or Zhao Mingyue, so he touched a few handfuls. Ning Zhihua was shy, and wanted to say "Dengzi", Meng Ming didn't know what the situation was, at this time, Ning Zhihua's heart was pounding, and there was a feeling of numbness and crispiness on his body. Meng Ming drank the water and fell asleep again, and this sleep was when the lights were on and the lights were dim.

Meng Ming woke up, sat up from the bed, and saw that it was already dark, and he had slept all afternoon. He looked at the scene in the room, it was so strange, the red candles in the room were bright, and there was a woman's fragrance on the bedding under him, and the bed curtains were pink, and they were tied up on both sides; There was a dressing table by the window, and on the wall next to the table hung a painting of a lady; There is a picture screen in front of the bed, so you can't see the door. This is a woman's boudoir. Meng Ming felt that he was not at home at this time, but he didn't know where.

Meng Ming's movement of getting up may have alarmed someone, Meng Ming heard footsteps outside the painting screen, and walked inside. After a while, I saw a young woman walk in, Meng Ming took a look, isn't this the little lady who sent her home, Meng Ming didn't know what to do. I saw that the little lady first greeted her, and then introduced herself, Meng Ming learned that the little lady's name was Ning Zhihua, and she told the general story of what happened after Meng Ming was drunk. Meng Ming knew that he was in a green building called Ronghetang, and this Ning Zhi painting was the first here. Meng Ming hurriedly thanked Ning Zhihua, during which Ning Zhihua hoped that Meng Ming could write a few words for her, so that she could participate in the Tokyo Oiran Contest next month, and Meng Ming should also be selected. Ning Zhihua was overjoyed and prepared to set up a banquet to entertain Meng Ming, Meng Ming declined, he was ready to go home, Meng Ming had never spent the night outside the house. In the end, Ning Zhihua wanted to send someone to send Meng Ming home, but he also refused, he wanted to take the bus back by himself.