Thinking of this, she went upstairs and muttered a few words in Zhuang Jing's ear.

Zhuang Jing stopped the strings, and said with a displeased face:

"Tell Zhike that this girl will not receive other guests tonight."

"Yes, Miss." The maidservant Xiaoqing turned around and prepared to go downstairs.

"But slowly."

Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and found that the sound actually came from the Lin Gongzi who was sitting in front of the coffee table, sipping wine, and listening to the piano music.

"Childe has an order?" Xiaoqing wondered.

"Miss Zhuang Jing, do you want to invite this Yuan Gongzi downstairs to come up and listen to the piano music together, rest assured, the honorarium will be paid twice as much."

As he spoke, as if playing a trick, he took out ten taels of gold ingots from his pocket and put them on the desk.

"It's... Why does Childe know this person downstairs? Zhuang Jing wondered.

"I don't know each other."

"I don't know each other, why just..."

This confused Zhuang Jing.

Guests usually come in groups, singing and dancing in the wing rooms of the main building, or accompany them for wine.

And those who can go up to the small attic to listen to the piano music alone are often very special people, and they need the permission of Miss Zhuang Jing.

It doesn't matter how much gold or silver you give.

It's the rules of the house, and the face of the top brand Oiran.

In this attic, she is in charge of her territory.

Thinking of this Lin Gongzi who is dressed as a man, but he came with a Cao Mansion token, what is the purpose, I don't know.

Zhuang Jing thought about it, turned her head, smiled and said to the maidservant:

"Xiaoqing, you go and tell that Yuan Gongzi, according to the rules of Hongjian Spinning, if you want to see this girl, you need to make a good poem on the spot, or be proficient in music, if you can't see one of them, you can't see it."

Lin Yuqian was a little stunned when she heard this.

She opened her mouth slightly, trying to reprimand, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Anyway, daring to break into Hongjian Fang to meet people is by no means an ordinary person.

It's good to put it to the test.

"Yes, Miss..."Xiao Qing smiled and left.

Outside the building, when Yuan Zhi heard that he had to make a poem to meet, he was so angry that he shot his head and his eyes widened.

His face was red and purple, worse than ten days of constipation.

Ding Jiu saw that the prince of the palace was so angry that he almost jumped eight feet high.

He quietly put his hand in his arms, pinched a pocket arrow, and waited for the prince to give him a look, and then let it go.

In an instant, the plainclothes of Qianniuwei lurking outside would rush in and smash everything here.

But Yuan Zhi is the prince who wants to achieve great things after all, he immediately calmed himself down, looked at the servant girl opposite with his chin tilted up, with a disdainful face, and smiled bitterly.

The mother really forced the prince to shake something out so that he could see the immortals.

"Come on, pen and ink waiting!"

Yuan Zhi shouted loudly to the acquaintance who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement and had a mocking face.

Zhike snickered and turned to leave, going to get the four treasures of the study.

At some point, more than a dozen spectators came out of the box.

Their eyes widened and their mouths pouted to see the excitement.

After a while, Zhike returned.

The maidservant Xiaoqing was fast, she took a pen and paper and an inkstone from the hand of the acquaintance, and said with a smile to Yuan Zhi:

"This son, don't write a limerick poem!"

"Haha..."

The maid's words were so amusing that they caused a burst of laughter around her.

The subordinates here are also snobbish, and the dog's eyes look down on people.

At this point, Yuan Zhi could no longer pay attention to this, he turned his head and shouted to the acquaintance:

"Grinding ink... Unfold the paper..."

"Write here?"

Zhike wondered.

It was empty, there were no desks or benches, not even a large rock.

There's nowhere to pad, how do you write this word?

"You polish the ink for Ben Gongzi first, and then the two of you unfold the paper with both hands..."Yuan Zhi took the wolf hair from the maid's hand and said with a grin.

"Oh..."

The Zhike was stunned by Yuan Zhi's momentum, and obediently responded.

After a while, the ink was polished.

Yuan Zhi held the inkstone in his left hand, lifted the pen with his right hand, stretched his shoulders, and tilted his head for a moment.

And Zhike and the maidservant Xiaoqing obediently unfolded the blank paper with both hands.

Wow, do you want to write a poem by hand?

This attracted everyone's attention.

The spectators looked different, some surprised, some disbelieving, disdainful, and nervous.

I saw Yuan Zhi moisten the wolf in the inkstone, and then hang the pen in his hand, like a dragon and a snake...

In an instant, Du Mu's famous poem "Bo Qinhuai" was written on the paper.

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river.

A pun on poetry, suggesting sarcasm.

No one paid attention to the meaning of this poem, but Yuan Zhi's hanging pen words, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

The standard face and body are wild grass, vigorous and powerful, thick and majestic, and the atmosphere is refined.

This is very different from the current beautiful brushwork, and it has the heroic bearing of the prince.

His hand attracted the amazement of the surroundings.

Looking at the ink-soaked paper, Yuan Zhi smiled meaningfully, put down the pen and inkstone, and said aloud to the dumb maid:

"Please ask the little girl to send this clumsy poem to Miss Zhuang Jing to read, are you satisfied?"

Although Xiaoqing is a maidservant, she has been by Zhuang Jing's side in Hongjian Fang for a long time, and under the edification, her vision will naturally not be bad.

Although she can't tell the meaning and quality of this poem, just by Yuan Zhi's hanging pen, she understands that this is beyond the ability of ordinary people.

I thought that I could easily get rid of this poor sour boy, but I didn't expect that it would be such a result.

Xiao Qing glanced at Yuan Zhi with a strange expression, then took the other side of the paper from Zhike's hand in a wooden manner, held it carefully with both hands, turned around stiffly, and walked towards the small attic step by step.

At this time, she no longer had the brisk steps she had before.

Inside the second floor.

Hearing the noise downstairs, Lin Yuqian pushed open the carved window lattice, ready to find out.

Unfortunately, the lights downstairs were dim, and I couldn't see it clearly.

The door opened, and the maidservant Xiaoqing walked in with a strange expression.

Zhuang Jing, who was sitting behind the piano table, was puzzled: "That Yuan Gongzi is scolding the street and leaving?" ”

Xiao Qing shook his head and walked in, handed over the large paper in his hand, and said in a muffled voice:

"Miss, that poor sour boy really made a poem!"

"Oh?"

Zhuang Jing stretched out her slender white jade hands, took them and took them, and her eyes widened suddenly.

Lin Yuqian naturally wouldn't lag behind, she also leaned in, and sighed in surprise, "Ah, what a beautiful font." ”

This word is simple and majestic, majestic, and self-contained.

Then, her beautiful single phoenix eyes were fixed on the content of the poem.

"Hmph, finger sang scolds Huai!"

It will be Zhuang Jing's turn to speak first.

I saw her pretty face, looking annoyed and angry.

To be the Oiran of Hongjian Fang, Zhuang Jing's talent and appreciation level are by no means ordinary.

Although she was not familiar with this poem, she basically understood the content of it after she glanced at it.

Lin Yuqian, who came over to read, of course also understood the poetry.

Jiangnan, the hatred of the country, the ignorance of businesswomen, etc., are vivid.

It's both ironic and suggestive.

It is easy to understand the ridicule, this Zhuang Jing girl is a native of Jiangnan, and she is also the widow of the powerful of the Southern Dynasty, and after the destruction of the country, she was sent to Kyoto and entered the Jiaofang Division and became an official prostitute.

How was it fished out by Cao Fu later.

But what is this?

"Miss, the slave went back to him."

Xiaoqing saw that Zhuang Jing was angry, and understood that the young lady was not happy to see this son.

"But slowly." It was this Lin Gongzi who stopped it.

"Miss Zhuang, are you so stingy?"

Lin Yuqian was also not polite.

She was specially recommended with the Cao Mansion token, and according to the rules, he paid enough money and twenty taels of gold.

According to the rules of Qingloufang, the guest officer bought Zhuang Jing for a few hours, of course, he has the right to speak.

Zhuang Jing is naturally a smart person, she didn't hesitate for long, and raised her eyes to Xiao Qingdao:

"Go and ask this young man to come up."

"Yes, miss."

The maidservant Xiaoqing went downstairs with a puzzled face.

When Yuan Zhi walked on the creaking wooden stairs alone and slowly went up to the private room on the second floor of the small attic, there was a ding-dong sound inside.

The clear and beautiful voice, singing like a hundred songs, is the Du Mu "Bo Qinhuai" he just wrote

His footsteps couldn't help but pause.

Listening to that artistic conception, it really sang the bitterness and resentment contained in this song.

Yuan Zhi secretly thought in his heart, that Zhuang Jing girl is so talented, but she is in the dust, it seems that there is indeed a hidden secret.

Walking into the private room, the last note of the song had just fallen.

Zhuang Jing stood up gracefully, and her short body was blessed, "The little woman thanks Yuan Gongzi for the poems." ”

Yuan Zhi arched his hand and played with taste:

"The girl praises falsely, don't dare to give poems, touch the scene and hurt the situation, the right should be a stepping stone for this son to come to the door to see."

Lin Yuqian looked at each other coldly, but saw that the person who came was standing upright, with a dignified appearance and a lofty atmosphere.

"This guest officer, but Lin Gongzi?"

Yuan Zhi didn't come upstairs for fun, and of course he didn't want to talk nonsense.

He didn't wait for Zhuang Jing to respond, then turned his head to look at Lin Yuqian, who was sitting on the coffee table tasting wine and observing the movement.

This is arrogant and not inferior, and does not take the top card Zhuang Jing seriously at all.

"In the next place, please ask Yuan Gongzi's real name."

Lin Yuqian was taken aback, and hurriedly got up and gave up her hand.

This person is not only arrogant, but also very domineering, and there is no transition, and he goes straight to the point coldly.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have friends from afar?"

Yuan Zhi did not reply to the other party directly, but used a sentence from the Analects, which was ambiguous.

Listen to the sound of talking, listen to the sound of gongs and drums.

Lin Yuqian decided that the Yuan Gongzi in front of her was the person who met her in the secret letter she received this afternoon.

"Since Yuan Gongzi knows Lin, please give me advice." Lin Yuqian raised her hand and bowed, her attitude was very sincere.

Yuan Zhi was a little stunned when he heard this.

She hasn't revealed her identity yet, how can she know it?

The reason why he decided to go to Hongjian Fang alone was to meet Lin Yuqian, and then directly reveal the identity of the prince of the prison country and invite her into the East Palace to negotiate.

Timely grasping the specific situation and needs of the Eastern Turks is very important for the current imperial court's combat strategy against the Western Turks.

"Lin Gongzi, this is not an ideal place to negotiate, we have to change places, how about it?" Yuan Zhi was smart, and he immediately pushed the boat with the water.

Isn't this the place you chose?

Lin Yuqian's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, very puzzled.

But after all, she is well-informed, and she is the helmsman of the Jade Shadow Gate, she reacts quickly, and she will never be entangled in the details.