Tian Wan hurriedly helped Ma Xianglan up and shouted outside the door: "Quick! Call Dr. Xue to come! ”

A big man hurriedly ran downstairs, and a moment later, Doctor Xue hurried over with the big man.

"Lord Tian." After Dr. Xue entered the door, he bowed his hand and said.

"What Tian-sama? Hurry up and ......" Tian Wan pointed at Ma Xianglan, so anxious.

Doctor Xue hurriedly raised his hand and cut Ma Xianglan's wrist, stroked his beard, frowned, and after a while, slowly shook his head.

"Doctor Xue! How is it? Tian Wan asked eagerly.

"Hmm...... My lord, please take a step to speak. Doctor Xue pointed out the door and said.

"What else is going on here and there, you can just say it here!" As Tian Wan spoke, he was angry.

Doctor Xue hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly: "This ...... Yes, Lord Tian, Miss Ma...... You'd better be ready to take care of the aftermath. ”

"What?" Tian Wan was shocked, and the people in the room were speechless for a while, and the surrounding aura instantly froze.

Dr. Xue hung his head, raised his eyes to look at the silent Tian Wan, and said, "Then, Lord Tian, I ......."

Tian Wan closed his eyes, no longer shouting, but his tone was full of endless sadness, and he said in a low voice: "Oh, I'm sorry for you, Doctor Xue, please go back first." ”

Doctor Xue arched his hand and retreated with the big man.

Tian Wan slowly put Ma Xianglan down on the pillow, stared at her face for a long time, and then sat up straight and looked at the other women.

All the women bowed their heads and remained silent.

Tian Wan stood up, stopped talking, sighed, and walked out of the door.

After the door was closed, except for Gu Mei, the other women gathered around Ma Xianglan's bedside. I saw that her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and her breath was weak.

"Sister Xianglan!" Dong Xiaowan couldn't help but call.

Ma Xianglan opened her eyes slightly, glanced around at everyone, forced a smile, and asked softly, "Hurry up...... It's the beginning of autumn, right? ”

"Yes, yes, Sister Xianglan, it will be autumn in ten days." Dong Xiaowan said with tears in her eyes.

"Jianlan...... It's about to bloom. I...... I can ...... again Draw...... Orchid ......" Ma Xianglan raised her hand with difficulty and made a pen gesture.

"Yes, Sister Xianglan, the beginning of autumn will be the beginning of autumn, your illness will be cured, and when you are better, we will accompany you to paint orchids." Dong Xiaowan cried and said.

Ma Xianglan looked up at the ceiling, as if she saw the Jianlan flowers blooming everywhere in the beginning of autumn, she smiled, closed her eyes, and the hand she raised hung down weakly.

"Sister Xianglan!" Dong Xiaowan shouted, lay on Ma Xianglan's body and cried loudly, and several other women also shed tears.

Ma Xianglan's funeral, Tian Wan was very grand. The entire Tibetan Spring Pavilion was closed for three days, the white silk was hanging, and everyone was mourning. Moreover, Tian Wan also allowed Yuan Chen and the seven women to thank the guests who came to worship in front of the mourning hall as Ma Xianglan's sisters. Since Yuan Chen was taken to Suzhou, this is the first time she has walked out of the door, but she is in such a sad mood. But after seeing the whole picture of the Zangchun Pavilion, she was quite surprised. It turns out that this Tibetan Spring Pavilion is a deep mansion compound on the edge of Suzhou City, with rows of buildings and lush gardens, covering an area of several hectares. The room they had stayed in the other day was the attic of a pavilion in the garden. From the outside, the attic towers into the sky, hanging in the air, and it is really a good place to hide the beauty of the golden house.

During the mourning period of several days, there were many people coming and going, some of whom came to mourn Ma Xianglan. And more people came to admire the beauty of the rest of the women. In the past three days, there have been countless onlookers, and most of them have pointed at Yuan Chen and them, but they also expressed deep admiration for the distressed Tian Wan. Tian Wan also did a lot of superficial work, and finally buried Ma Xianglan near Bifeng Temple, the mausoleum was repaired very elegantly, and people were sent to guard it for many years. However, Yuan Chen knew that he was pretending all this, and the effect was good. For for some time she had noticed a change in the attitude of several women towards him, and they all thought that he was a man who loved only what was righteous. In fact, compared with Ma Xianglan's death, the ignorance of these women made Yuan Chen feel even more sad. Their future will be ruined at the hands of this man, but they are kept in the dark.

In fact, although Ma Xianglan died, since her mourning, the name of "Qin Huai Bayan" spread all over Suzhou, and then all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Soon after the funeral, Tian Wan began to carefully train the seven women, and each of them studied their strengths. Such as the poetry of Kou Baimen and Liu Ruyi; Dong Xiaowan and Bian Saisai's painting art; Although Li Xiangjun doesn't often make a sound, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting; Although Gu Mei disdains to learn art, because of her ability to play and her outstanding demeanor, there are countless people who come to admire her, and one of them even took her teasing words seriously, and later hanged herself because she "betrayed" herself. As a modern person, Yuan Chen didn't know how to chant poetry and paint at all, but she had an idea, but she sang a few modern pop songs, coupled with modern dance, and suddenly aroused the taste of this group of ancient people to pursue the trendy, won unanimous praise, and in less than a few months, she became the top brand of Zangchun Pavilion. Everyone said that he could sing and dance, and even when he was the crown.

As the fame of the women grew, most of the visitors did not dare to have carnal desires, but only the art of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, song and dance was connected, so Yuan Chen also breathed a sigh of relief, worried that the damage caused by the men to the women's bodies would also disappear.

Seeing that the women's mood was gradually stabilizing, Tian Wan also separated several people and arranged separate rooms, which was also convenient for personal privacy. After the conditions improved, the women also tried their best to become geishas.

The weather is from autumn to winter, and although there is no snow in the winter in the south of the Yangtze River, it is also very cold. After entertaining guests in the unusually lively front hall, Yuan Chen often sat alone in his quiet room, watching the withered scene in the garden outside the window through the window lattice. The cold wind made the window bulge, and Yuan Chen wrapped the velvet tightly, feeling even colder.

That's how she's spent her months. It's been more than half a year since she traveled to ancient times, but she feels a little wasted. She didn't know where Wu Ruojie was, when she would see him again, if her parents and teammates in the police force were worried about her, and when she would be able to return to modern times. Although she knew that she had become that famous woman, did Chen Yuanyuan spend her time like this? Could it be that it won't be long before she meets Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng? What do those two troubled heroes look like? Yuan Chen often thinks about this question.

Although she was bored, Yuan Chen was very fond of singing when she was in the police force, and she often went to the song hall with her colleagues to "compete" during breaks, so in the Tibetan Spring Pavilion, her songs were inexhaustible, and the guests never got tired of listening to them, and they could also relax and recreation themselves when they were alone in a quiet corner. But there is not much time to be alone, because Tian Wan often takes good care of her, a fairy who gathers wealth, and meets countless guests a day, until her voice is sore. Sometimes she really wants to ask Tian Wan when she will be able to dedicate them to the emperor, and if it drags on, the Ming Dynasty may have fallen. But when she faced the other party alone, before she could get to the point, she had just paved the way with her words, and she had already been reprimanded. So every now and then, she stopped abruptly and hid her words in her heart.

One evening, Yuan Chen just saw off a guest and rested in his room. The two maids separated from the left and right, while helping her comb her hair that had grown, and gently massaged her. Just as I was drowsy, someone suddenly called the door.

"Who?" A maid asked.

The figure outside the door flickered, and a big man said: "The shopkeeper of Shunxiang Post House Zhao has arrived!" Ask Miss Chen to receive you by name! ”

"Miss?" The maid asked Yuan Chen tentatively.

In fact, Yuan Chen knew that he had no reason to agree with such a thing, and the maid's inquiry was just to show himself a respect-this was of course Tian Wan's order. I remember that a while ago, a wealthy businessman came to ask for a painting and asked Bian Saisai to paint, but Bian Saisai was uncomfortable due to his menstrual period and did not want to receive him, but he was beaten violently by Tian Wan involuntarily, and even beat him for more than ten days before leaving after his period - I think it was due to fright. Thinking of this, Yuan Chen had no choice but to ignore his physical fatigue and say, "Okay, I'll go after combing." ”

The maid said to the door, "Tell me to go down, and my young lady will be here in a moment." The figure outside the door snapped and retreated.

After finishing the care, Yuan Chen walked out of the room, was led by the maid, and came to a conference guest room in the main building.

This room is much larger than Yuan Chen's bedroom, the color is still mainly red and pink, there is a Persian blanket on the ground in the center, a table and two chairs are placed next to the blanket, and there are more than ten luthiers sitting around, behind the luthiers is a screen and curtain, and there is a cave behind it. There are more than 10 such large rooms in the main building, which are specially placed for women's guests. This room is mainly composed of soundtracks, while the other rooms, some of which are filled with calligraphy and paintings, and some are full of subsets of scriptures and histories, all of which are set up according to their personal strengths.

When Yuan Chen walked into the room, a middle-aged man was already sitting on the chair next to the table. I saw that this man had a square face with thick eyebrows, a beard, a medium height, a very strong figure, a silk silk on his body, and a tiger skin on the outside, which was very luxurious, but on his feet was an inopportune pair of cowhide boots worn by martial arts practitioners. Seeing Yuan Chen walk in, the man hurriedly stood up and laughed, "Haha! I often hear that Miss Chen is the head of the 'Eight Yan', and she once wanted to find an opportunity to pay a visit, but unfortunately she couldn't take her body away for a while, and she couldn't give up but she wished. When I saw it today, sure enough, even if I died, it was worth it! Ha ha! ”

Yuan Chen curtsied, thinking to himself, this man can speak, but he is not oily and smooth, but he can be accepted.

The attendant behind the man introduced in a timely manner: "Miss Chen, this is my master, Zhao Qiuping Zhao of the largest post house in Suzhou Prefecture, Shunxiang Post House." ”

"Shopkeeper Zhao is good." Yuan Chen saluted again and said gently.

"Oops! What shopkeeper is not shopkeeper! Zhao Qiuping smiled and said to his attendant, "You kid will brag for Lao Tzu!" Go! I don't care about you! ”

"Yes!" The attendant clenched his fists and took a few steps back with a smile.

Zhao Qiuping turned around again, looked at Yuan Chen with a smile, and exclaimed: "It's not a secret, Miss Chen is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." However, I also heard that your music skills are very exquisite, and I also made a special trip to visit today, and I want to listen to it. ”

"Shopkeeper Zhao has won the prize." Yuan Chen looked at the man in front of him, but he was not disgusted, although what he said was exaggerated, it seemed to come from the heart.

"The little woman sang a song for the shopkeeper Zhao first, as a catch-up." After she finished speaking, she removed the velvet, sat down, and sang a song of Chen Huixian's "Song of a Thousand Thousand Que":

Looking back slowly, the night that once belonged to each other

Honghong is still you, the sun in my heart

If you shed silly tears, I hope that you can be compassionate and forgiving

Farewell to you tomorrow morning, the road may be long and lonely

In a moment, there is so much to say

It's a pity that it's about to be on each side

I had to stare deeply at this moment

……

"Oh! Good! After singing the song, Zhao Qiuping clapped his hands and shouted, "This is Cantonese, right?" I've been to the Liangguang area, and people there say things like that. ”

"Yes, Shopkeeper Zhao is very knowledgeable."

"Ahem!" Zhao Qiuping waved his hand and said, "What a good insight, I have never heard such a beautiful song, it is really a natural sound, fascinating!" Come on, let's have a toast first! ”

Yuan Chen smiled and thought to himself, how could you have heard a song hundreds of years later. However, she still picked up the wine glass at the invitation of Zhao Qiuping and had a drink with him.

"Dare to ask where Miss Chen is from?" After Zhao Qiuping put the empty wine glass on the table, he opened the topic.

"The little woman has no fixed residence, she has stayed in Xiangyang, and she has lived in Changzhou for a short time, and has now been in Suzhou for nearly half a year." Yuan Chen said.

"Oh, that's a lot of places you've been. However, Xiangyang is in the midst of war, and with Miss Chen's appearance and talent, it is not very safe in that kind of place. Zhao Qiuping said after drinking another glass of wine alone.

"It's exactly as Shopkeeper Zhao said." Yuan Chen said, "That's why I went from west to east in order to avoid the war." ”

"Well, that's right, our Jiangnan area can be described as a treasure land of feng shui, and the disaster will not come to this, you can make money with peace of mind and enjoy the song quietly." Zhao Qiuping laughed.

"It seems that Zhao's shopkeeper business is very big, and many of them do big business, but they don't have leisure and leisure, on the contrary, some small fights are more restrained." Yuan Chen lost no time in probing.

"Hah! My business is not big or small. Zhao Qiuping said triumphantly, "The key to doing this kind of thing is to gather people's hearts, people's hearts, and there is no money that can't be earned, right?" Ha ha! ”

Yuan Chen looked at the other party's arrogant appearance and laughed as well. Yes, gathering people's hearts is indeed the first rule in the business scriptures.

"Then it must be Shopkeeper Zhao, you convince people with virtue, and your subordinates are willing to follow you."

"Ahem! Don't praise me so much! Zhao Qiuping pursed his lips and said, "It really depends on the character, there are those who are willing to follow, and there are those who are unwilling to follow." ”

Yuan Chen covered his mouth and smiled: "Oh? Is there anyone like you who doesn't want to follow? ”

"Of course!" Zhao Qiuping drank another glass of wine and said, "Let's talk about the Xiangyang you have been in." In Chenghe Town, not far from the northeast of Xiangyang City, there is a post house that has dealings with me, but later after the war there, it almost decayed, I asked him to come to me as the curator, on my behalf to lead the whole museum, but people just shouldn't. No, I went to him a while ago, but I found that the post house had long been razed to the ground, and the people didn't know where to go. Alas, even if I live at the end of the world, people don't want to come and do things with me, which really chills me. ”

Listening to Zhao Qiuping's words, Yuan Chen was suddenly taken aback, wasn't the post house in Chenghe Town he was talking about Liu Ming's post house? She remembered that Liu Ming had said several times that he would go to Suzhou Mansion to join the shopkeeper of a post house, could it be that the shopkeeper Zhao was the person in front of her? If that's the case, is there any hope that he will be able to escape from the Tibetan Spring Pavilion?

Yuan Chen thought about it and began to look at Zhao Qiuping carefully.