Waking up from the bed of the Oiran of the head of the Xinglu Courtyard the next day, Ming Yi was a little reluctant to this fragrant and soft bed. The quilt is the Shu brocade embroidery of Yizhou's production group, and the inch brocade is gold, probably sent by Tao Sanniang, and it is not a product that can be bought with money. The close-fitting lining is the mulberry silk weaving of Huzhou, touching the skin, like a breeze blowing willows, just if there is nothing, even in the hot summer, it is not touched, breathable and cool.

"If my gleaning shop can't be opened, I'll come here to be your personal maid, make the bed and fold the quilt, serve the makeup, as long as you have two full meals, and sleep on this big bed at night." Ming Yi put his face on the face of the Shu brocade quilt and sighed while rubbing.

Hong Yi dragged her up: "I've known you for so many years, don't talk nonsense." You can't live this kind of life, you will worry about death. Yesterday's plan, if you want to do it, let's do it quickly. I'll help you go to Mother Yin and arrange a few Oiran ladies' schedules, so that the business of Xinglu Courtyard at night should be easy to discuss. You go back and take care of the production and distribution of the leaflets. Tell me when you decide on a specific time, but try to reduce the sales time of the other party. ”

Ming Yi jumped up, threw a flying kiss to Hong Yi, and pretended to be frivolous and flattering: "I'll do it now, and I'll wait for me to redeem you." ”

Hong Yi spread his long hair like a waterfall and combed it carefully with a horn comb: "You will become a huge rich man soon, just buy an entertainment industry like Xinglu Courtyard and be the boss lady for me." ”

"It's all on me!" Mingyi patted his chest that was flattened by Hu Fu and screamed in pain.

Before the rooster crowed, the men in the Xinglu courtyard who left early in the morning didn't move, Ming Yi listened at the door, and he didn't bother to go through the motions from Xing Qing's side, and quietly flashed out.

Leave early, is to think that Lianshan has a lot of affairs today, I'm afraid I will set off early in the morning, if you miss it, it is not easy to find him, after all, it is an era of no network and no mobile phone, really, it is too inconvenient.

Thinking about it, Mingyi sped up his speed under his feet, and he didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, what is his image? It's something that will naturally come back with status.

Successfully caught Lianshan, who was about to go out, and pulled into the store first, his mind was spinning quickly, listing the problems that Lianshan needed to help solve, for fear of wasting a little time.

"That's right, recently, I am ready to fight back at Hongyunfang, and invite all the Oiran ladies of Xinglu Courtyard to help, so as to show that the texture of my Shijing Fang is noble and different. In order to let the people in the neighborhood know, I want to make some letterheads to hand out, and when I write about this event, passers-by can get it and spread it by word of mouth. Where can I get the letterhead? Who do you want to draw and write? If I want to find a good-looking man to hand out a letterhead, where do I invite them? Mingyi tried his best to explain in a way that Lianshan could understand.

Lian Shan is indeed smart and capable, and very organized: "If the lady needs to be of high quality, the second place on the street is, there are good southern Anhui rice paper, yellow paper and Xue Tao paper." If the lady wants to distribute it on the street, the rice paper is too light and thin, which is not very suitable. As for painting and writing, you can go to Chengnan Academy to find Mr. Lin, calligraphy and painting are unique, and not a person who is proud of himself, there are many students in the academy who are good at copying, so that Mr. Lin can paint the original manuscript, students copy, a day can get hundreds. And the beautiful men, and easy to drive, are nothing more than the Zhujun Sect that can be seen two hundred steps on the west side of the Xinglu Courtyard, all of which are glamorous incense brothers. All three of these places can be paid on credit, so they can send someone to the store to settle the bill with me in ten days. ”

Mingyi's tears are about to come out, although she has a mess on her hands, but God gave her the treasure of Lianshan, which is really priceless, and those gold, silver and jewelry can't be worth it. Not only is she omniscient and acting neatly, but she even thinks of the fact that she doesn't know the price for fear of being deceived. At the moment, I sighed with emotion, once the Shijingfang developed and grew, I would give him a large amount of dividends every year, let him have a large mansion, and marry a beautiful girl. Thinking that Lianshan was going to marry a wife and have children, he was a little reluctant, not that he really had any possession, but he was afraid that he would not treat each other wholeheartedly at that time.

After the explanation, the two simply closed the shop, and with the offensive of Hongyunfang, even if the Shijing Fang was open, it was better to hurry up and rush to their own homes.

Ming Yi went to the pen and ink shop nearby, the shopkeeper was just ready to open the shop, he had not yet welcomed the guests, and his face had not yet woken up with resentment, Yu Guang saw her stepping into the door, and said angrily: "Open the shop at the hour, please wait outside the shop for patronage." ”

Ming Yi was not angry, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, I am in a hurry to ask for a large amount of high-grade paper, I don't know if you have enough goods here?" Isn't it the right time? ”

The shopkeeper listened to the voice, watched the people, and immediately smiled on his face: "It turned out to be a Ming lady, the small shop is full of flowers, if the lady needs it, it is not a problem to welcome guests when the child is in demand." ”

The selection is not complicated, the rice paper is too light and thin, although the yellow paper is tough, it is too simple, the thickness of the Xue Tao paper is suitable, and the style is beautiful but the price is high. Ming Yi struggled in her heart, this live event was a success, and she couldn't lose in the details, so she gritted her teeth and asked for six hundred, and when the shopkeeper sent her out with a smile, she felt like blood was dripping from her heart. The shopkeeper had a carriage for delivery, so she simply took the car together to deliver the paper directly to Chengnan Academy.

This is the first time that Ming Yi has left Dongshi so far, everything is very novel, the carriage went straight to the Qixia Gate in the south of Fangjian Street, after all, it was Chang'an City, the center of the universe at that time! The road surface is smoother than expected, everything is orderly, there are patrolling soldiers from time to time, and the law and order should be quite good. There was no sound of a car starting, only the hooves of a stomping horse; There is no rotten street music from the stereo, only the occasional long shouting sound in the streets; There are no passers-by who look down at their mobile phones with their heads down, only the smiling woman who meets the neighbor on the basket and the road, and the face of the heavy man who meets the hand and talks with the **, happy or happy, on the face, to the person in front of him.

Ming Yi felt that one day, the modern part of his blood would be washed away by this part thousands of years ago, and he would become a complete late Tang Ming lady.

Seongnam Academy is behind the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, and it has its own tranquility. Come to think of it, the students will have a special wake-up call when they read in the morning bell and dusk drums.

Ming Yi got out of the car and held Xue Tao's paper in his arms, which had been wrapped tightly in oiled paper, and it was only the weight of two heavy dictionaries. The boy who was cleaning at the entrance of the academy was still napping on the broom, Mingyi couldn't wait for him to wake up, kicked the broom on the ground, the boy nodded a little, woke up, looked up at her, and probably felt that this hufu was interesting, and looked at it twice.

Ming Yi smiled: "I came to Mr. Lin for something important, please let me know." ”

The boy looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old, and the male duck voice yawned: "Who are you, how can you report if you don't tell me?" ”

"Let's just say that I came here to ask for paintings, Dongshi Ming Lady." Mingyi reported his name, but he was also a little apprehensive, Lian Shan said that the other party was not a person who regarded himself as a high-minded person, but I don't know if the reader had a prejudice against her, the Ming lady who was rumored to sing every night?

The boy got up lazily and made a gesture: "Lady, wait." He threw his broom and ran into the academy.

Mingyi thought that the boy would bring her in later, so he waited at the door, and when he was bored, he simply put down the paper bag, picked up the broom, and pulled it a few times. At the end of summer, there weren't too many fallen leaves to sweep, and a cloud of dust was thrown out in vain.

The footsteps behind him were hurried, and before Ming Yi could turn back, a hearty voice was already in his ears: "I have heard the name for a long time!" In Shimobayashi Zhao. ”

Ming Yi looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a brick-red round-necked robe with a ninety-degree salute, wearing a black soft gauze head, and looked decent. When he looked up, Mingyi couldn't help but want to laugh.

It's not that Lin Zhao looks weird, but he was born with a smile, with crooked eyebrows and crooked eyes, a small nose and small eyes, a round face, white and clean, and a thirty-five or sixteen age, which is quite pleasing, which makes people feel intimate at a glance.

Ming Yi smiled at him, and quickly narrowed the distance: "Mr. Lin is so polite, how dare you come to greet him in person." ”

"I heard that Ming Niangzi is a straightforward and righteous person, although I Lin Zhao is a scholar, but I am not pedantic, if you don't dislike it, go to my study to talk about it, if you have something to say, just say it directly." Lin Zhao glanced at the paper bag on the ground, didn't need to say much, picked it up and walked forward.

The academy is elegant and concise, Lin Zhao introduced it all the way, and Ming Yi probably heard it clearly. Chengnan Academy is not an official school, but donated by several wealthy businessmen who have a heart for goodness, for their own children and talented poor children to study together.

To put it simply, it is a private aristocratic school established by rich businessmen who have no status in order to get the best teachers and the most rigorous study environment for their children, but in the name of charity, they have accepted some geniuses from poor families, and once they soar, they can be used for their own use in the future.

Lin Zhao's study is next door to the big classroom, and he can hear the students' morning class "Ninety-two, the crane is in the yin, and his son is with him." I have a good lord, and I will be with you." The semi-open environment, facing a small bamboo forest, the air is moist with the morning dew, and it is all enjoyment to take a deep breath.

Mingyi is envious, but he can't forget his intention. Since Lin Zhao was frank, she was also refreshing, and as soon as she told her the ins and outs, Lin Zhao asked her some details, and the color of rouge was cloudy, and then she had an idea.

"Such a high-quality Xue Tao paper, if you paint a beauty, cheeks with rouge, with boudoir poems, it is also worth tasting." Lin Zhao opened the package of Xue Tao paper, took it out and looked at it carefully, admiring it.

Ming Yi nodded: "I want to make three, with my peach fairy drunk, peony shy, Hu Meiren three rouge, peach fairy drunk like a fantasy, dream shadow Shan; The peony sang in a shallow voice, and wanted to speak; Hu Meiren is fragrant and dazzling, delicate and moving. ”

Lin Zhao listened carefully and flipped out the book: "It is really appropriate to use my Feiqing brother's words in such a situation, and he will definitely be happy to see it sung." ”

"Feiqing?" Ming Yi knows that there are many poets in the Tang Dynasty, I don't know how many of them are counted?

"Have you heard of Wen Bacha's name, Ming Niangzi? I heard that the people I made friends with the lady were all handsome, elegant and suave, and my brother Feiqing had an ugly appearance, so it was no wonder that the lady didn't know. But his style of words is beautiful, and the lady may have heard a few times. Lin Zhao was quite proud.

Only then did Ming Yi remember, oh, Wen Bacha, Wen Tingyun.