If you can use the words and phrases of Wen Tingyun in the flower room as a free advertising word, it is simply a jackpot! And in the Tang Dynasty, where there was no intellectual property protection, it was probably enough to say that it would be enough to invite Brother Feiqing to have a banquet next time. Ming Yi didn't even want to say this, Wen Tingyun called Wen Zhongkui in history, and his ugly appearance was as famous as the fragrant and beautiful words. She was afraid that if she invited Hong Yi, she would be slapped out by Yan Kong's big slap.

After politely complimenting Wen Tingyun a few words, Ming Yi looked at Lin Zhao eagerly, hoping that he would write.

Lin Zhao took out the pen and ink, flipped through the book while studying, pondered for a moment, as if he had an opinion, the pen waved lightly in his hand, and he saw that Ming Yi was about to give birth to worship.

One stopped and went to Mingyi's hands. The extremely beautiful and enchanting peach fairy drunk three words, with sleepy-eyed beauties, lazily to the mirror and cloud temples, just a few strokes, full of charm, squinting eyes to fly out of the autumn waves. Accompanying poem: Spring dreams are about love, and the cicadas in the mirror are light. Although it is a small piece, it is like a complete work of art, which makes Mingyi love it. If there is a touch of peach fairy drunk on the face of the beauty, it is simply wonderful.

After Ming Yi looked at it, he did not hesitate to praise it, and asked Lin Zhao to write in the corner: Ding Chou will go to the Shijing Fang when he is on the day, and he can exchange the gift with a letterhead.

With the approval of Ming Yi, Lin Zhao was even more swaying, and the second and third paintings were completed quickly.

Peony is a shy beauty who burns incense and waits for her lover to come, with deep musk smoke and long smoke in the depths, and thin makeup when she is lying.

Hu Meiren is a half-faded sleeping beauty, the most fragrant, with the words mountain pillow hidden heavy makeup, green sandalwood golden phoenix.

Mingyi put the three paintings together and looked at them repeatedly, couldn't put them down, and couldn't hide his smile: "Mr. Lin's painting and calligraphy can be called the best in the world, and Mingyi worships it." ”

Lin Zhao was not polite, he still squinted with a smile: "There are people who are accomplished in calligraphy and painting, but when it comes to idle painting beauties, especially the ink dots, there is really no other." ”

Ming Yi looked at the three beautiful eyes again, and sure enough, they all had their own looks, whether they were spring love, resentment, or shyness, all in one pair of eyes, and they could tell a story. Looking up, Lin Zhao squinted and smiled, he couldn't even see his eyes clearly, and he was very interesting.

Ming Yifu was worried that such a charm would be difficult to replicate, Lin Zhao smiled again: "Don't worry, lady, there are seven or eight students in the academy who I brought out single-handedly, who are talented and intelligent, and they are also diligent, and the number of you here can be completed in six hours." It's just that these are all poor students, so please don't hesitate to moisten the pen. ”

Money, are you still reluctant to spend it at this point? Ming Yi Shili: "I don't dare to treat Mr. and Gaozu badly, but if it can be reduced to four hours, I'm afraid the curfew is not easy to get." ”

Lin Zhao smiled a little, and Ming Yi seemed to see his dark brown pupils, but it was only for a moment, and he was squeezed out by the smile again: "That can only take the time of my teaching, and I will draw it together in person, four hours is still too loose." ”

Ming Yi put his mind at ease and saluted again: "It must be refunded." ”

When he walked out of Chengnan Academy, Ming Yi not only felt that with Lin Zhao's help, the probability of success of this event was greater, but he was also excited, and felt that when discussing with him, he had a feeling of brainstorming, if he could use it for himself, it would naturally be a big help, and he knew that this person was a philistine, and he couldn't impress him if he didn't see a rabbit or an eagle.

Mingyi is not afraid of this kind of person who talks about money, knowing what the other party wants, all business games will become easy to control. It's just a simple trade-off of one plus one and two minus one. This sense of control makes her feel particularly secure. For example, Lin Zhao wants money, Hongyunfang wants to suppress her, Xing Qing wants revenge, Liu Enchao wants to escape from the suppression of his wife's family, and Lianshan wants to give sustenance with emotion and loyalty. And what does she want?

As Mingyi, she has been trying to play the role of a strong woman, but the money and materials she gets can't make her feel happy at all, but she is even more unhappy if she doesn't work hard. Even that relationship is vaguely not what she wants the most, it's just that she has paid too much and can't give it up. She has lived for so many years, and she has not lived to understand what she wants.

Perhaps this is the reason why she can live happily in the late Tang Dynasty. You don't have to think about what you want, you don't have such extravagant thoughts. In troubled times, in a poor and weak position, she only needs to think about living in peace and happiness, surviving the war, being able to endure life, and having the capital to live in seclusion in the mountains and wilderness until death. Just like now, she just needs to think about how to suppress Hongyunfang and sell the goods.

The production of the DM is arranged, and the next step is the person who distributes it. The carriage was still parked at the door, gave the coachman a few copper coins, and told him to take a few more steps and go straight to the Zhujun Sect.

After asking the coachman on the way, Ming Yi learned a little about the Zhujun Workshop. Although it is called a teaching workshop, it is not set up by the Imperial Court Teaching Workshop, but in the name of cultivating musicians, it specializes in some beautiful young men and private goods. The male style is prevalent, and there is no shortage of supporters among high-ranking officials and nobles, so the Zhujun Sect sells dog meat with a sheep's head, but no one dares to ask.

Ming Yi only had the mind to transfer to this Zhujun Sect at this time, and Lian Shan said Taiwen Zou Zou, what incense brother, it turned out to be where men were happy to find men. This is the biggest world she has seen in the late Tang Dynasty except for Xinglu Courtyard, even in modern times, she has never been in such an occasion, so it is inevitable that she has some expectations.

The entrance of the Zhujun Workshop is very hidden, and it is really still in the bamboo cover, with black tiles and white walls, simple and unpretentious. Entering is a courtyard with a cave, the huge Taihu Lake stone strange goods can live, it is not easy to transport completely, and a large number of people are willing to use it for modeling, and the handwriting is extraordinary. There are all kinds of pavilions and pavilions, and the winding paths lead to secluded. There are small stages in the middle of the pavilion and the middle of the lake, and the promenade is full of trees, and the lanterns are hung.

It was not yet noon, and there were occasional small servants hurrying in the courtyard, and there was music in the distance. The little guy who welcomed the guests reported back to the owner and led Ming Yi to a separate small building at the end of the courtyard, and Ming Yi began to guess what kind of person could control such an industry, how many unsavory transactions and handles were behind it, and how much interest and power it represented. In her imagination, it should be a young demon man, wiping rouge and lipstick, and when he walks over, he will bring a burst of fragrant wind.

Walking into the guest room, square, there is a long table, the wall is hung with calligraphy and paintings, Ming Yi can't understand it, just find a random one to see the payment, only understand the word Yan Bi, and have no impression.

The little guy sent a cup of eight-treasure tea to let the guests moisten their throats, and Mingyi needed to run around this way. The tea bowl is very large, the mouth of the bowl is just the size of a palm, the lid is hot, and there is some gray powder floating on the top, which smells a little choking, and the entrance is a product, it is pepper. In addition to the light peppery and salty taste on the surface, the complex and warm aroma fills the taste buds, and if you look closely, in addition to the crushed tea, wolfberries and chrysanthemums, you can rely on the dried lychees from Lingnan, raisins from the Western Regions, pear slices and red dates to bring sweet and fruity aromas.

Looking at the water pavilion outside, the priceless Taihu Lake stone, and the eight treasure tea for hospitality, you know that the consumption here will not be low. Mingyi's palms were a little sweaty.

Halfway through the tea, the owner still didn't show up. Mingyi couldn't sit still, being idle here made her feel that every second was a waste of money, and it was the time to race against time to prepare for the battle. She thought of calling the little maid at the door to pass the word, but before she could stand still, the little maid had already come in with a scroll, and without waiting for her to ask, the scroll was slowly unfolded on the long table.

Only then did Ming Yi understand the purpose of the unusually long table in the middle, which was two meters and a half, and it happened to open the scroll completely.

Ming Yi's gaze couldn't leave the scroll when it unfolded, really, vividly. More than 20 men, standing or sitting, walking or lying, some drinking with their breasts in their arms, some dancing in colorful clothes, some riding and shooting in bearded clothes, and some dressed in women's clothes. or handsome and elegant, or beautiful and charming, or tall and strong, or willow-waisted and sideburns, all of which are not ordinary appearances. It is rare to have a complete range of products to meet various needs and hobbies.

Xiao Wu reminded: "In the painting, it is divided into three grades, the first eight are our Zhujun Shanghachilang, such as going out, the price is four taels of silver a day, the middle is Zhujun Zhonghachilang, the price is two taels a day, and the last is Zhujun Xiahachilang, the price is one tael a day." The owner of the workshop has instructed, since the Ming lady is not for private use, there is no need to serve the bed, and you can pay 30% of the price. ”

Ming Yi thought about it, and looked at the scroll carefully, most of the Hachiro was wearing heavy makeup, his body was bewitching, and his temperament was a little worse, but it was enough to attract attention. The price of 30% is really reasonable, but the owner took the initiative to reduce the price, and it sounds quite familiar to her, but it is strange that he refuses to show up. Lian Shan didn't mention that she had an old relationship with the owner of the Zhujun Sect, so it should be the first time she had dealt with her.

I chose the four most gorgeous ones among the Xia Hachiro and pointed them out to the little guys: "Please wear women's clothes, and come to the Shijing Fang to find me tomorrow." Women's clothing can be as bright and dazzling as possible. ”

The little guy answered and wanted to leave, but Mingyi called out to him: "Is it convenient for your owner?" I want to thank you in person. ”

The little maid lowered his head and replied: "The owner is inconvenient to meet the guests, the lady forgives me." ”

"What's your owner's name? Do you have a relationship with me? Mingyi refused to let go.

"The owner said that the lady will know when she needs to know." The little guy no longer paid attention to it, "There are a lot of things in the workshop, congratulations to the lady." ”

Ming Yi couldn't delve into it, and he didn't feel that it was very important, so he followed the little guy around the courtyard and walked out.

In half a day, things were completed, Mingyi felt brisk, but felt hungry in her stomach, so it was most convenient to go to Xinglu Courtyard, and she decided to find Hong Yi to solve lunch together.

The door of Hong Yi's room was closed, but there was the sound of the piano next door, Mingyi knocked on Xing Qing's door, and saw Hong Yi watching Xing Qing stroke the qin intently, which was as serious as the execution of million-level activities back then.

But it was Xing Qing who noticed her first, and beckoned with a smile: "It's just right, how about listening to this song?" ”

Hong Yi's eyes lit up, and he pulled her directly to the piano table: "I changed it with that anime theme song, and Xing Qing feels really right to play on the guqin." ”

Although Mingyi is hungry, it is not easy to refuse, listen to Xing Qing stroked the qin, listen to Hong Yi singing, the ancient lyrics are simple and beautiful, and the melody is moving. The resentment and melancholy in the song are full of overflow, which makes Ming Yi feel a little crying.