"Verses?" Qing'er seemed to be a little puzzled, frowning and thinking.

"Brother Dong has a lot of poems, I don't know which one you want to hear?"

Xiaochen said calmly: "What is written for you is best written in 7 words." ”

Qing'er was surprised, and said a little embarrassed: "Those are all love poems, and they are in public... Childe has passed..."

"Can't you really say that? Just reveal it! Xiaochen continued to follow the temptation.

Qing'er shook her head and said no more.

After a period of silence, Xiaochen had no choice but to leave helplessly again, and the Qing'er in front of him never let go, and he couldn't help it.

"There is obviously a problem between this Qing'er and the poet ghost, maybe I am playing the poet ghost, but there is another paradox here, she denies that the stage is the Yaotai under the moon, and she doesn't know herself..."

Xiaochen, who didn't figure it out, walked on the way back to the hall, and the surrounding women walked by one by one, and the younger women mostly talked about Qing'er and poets.

"I envy Sister Qing'er, I've seen that poet ghost several times, talented and handsome!"

"yes, yes! If only I could be redeemed by a man like the poet! ”

"Don't talk about it, now even my mother doesn't dare to talk to Sister Qing'er too harshly."

At this time, Xiaochen walked past a table, and the woman talked differently.

"You know what? I donated Buddha money last year, and the master said that I would transfer it this year. ”

"Come on! Isn't that a lie, otherwise I wouldn't be twenty-five or sixteen, and no one has taken a fancy to redeem it. ”

Hearing the two women chatting about the fate of Buddhism, Xiao Chen also took a few steps back and asked the two women, "Excuse me, what do you think of Qing'er and the poet?" ”

The older Alan seemed to be asked about this topic and paused for a moment, and only after looking at Xiaochen did he say a little reluctantly: "This son, do you know how much you can buy for three thousand taels of silver?" ”

Ju'er continued: "Then you can buy a row of houses in the capital, or buy three or four shops, rent those shops, and you won't be short of money for the rest of your life just by collecting rent." ”

"Yes! The daughter of a clean poor family at the age of eleven or twelve, even if she has a good face, the embryo of a little beauty is worth more than ten taels of silver. Alain shook his head and continued.

"She's a young child... Alas! Just the young girl in the building letter! ”

"I see, the poet ghost will definitely not come to ransom Qing'er..."

Xiao Chen's color sank when he heard this, and he said softly: "If it's love, isn't it worth the price?" ”

Ju'er and Alain lost their minds for a while after hearing this, and then the two laughed, and Alain glanced at Xiaochen's young face and said, "Love? This son, how can anyone come to Qinglou to find love, I can't wait for a dirty body, I am no longer the person entrusted in the eyes of outsiders, and it is already burning high incense to be able to get a concubine position. ”

"Yes, love, what a beautiful fantasy, I don't dare to think so when I ask for Buddha and incense, I just hope that a master will take me away." Ju'er said with a smile, and she cried as she spoke.

Xiaochen was silent, the two people in front of him had obviously experienced a lot of ups and downs, and they had seen everything in this world more openly, and they had long been desperate for themselves, just pinning their hopes on nothingness.

And at the table to his left were three or four young girls, chatting about the handsome son, looking forward to Qing'er's romantic love.

In front of them were older women, chatting about reality, looking forward to hoping that one day a rich man would take a fancy to them and ransom them out.

Walking between the two, Xiaochen pondered: "The joys and sorrows of the two are different because of the age gap..."

Passing by a table again, Xiaochen chose to sit down and listen to the young girls chatting, he wanted to hear what these young girls thought of the poet ghost and Qing'er.

"I really envy Sister Qing'er!"

"yes."

"Huh? This son, are you here to drink? Ya'er saw Xiaochen who was silent after sitting down, and asked.

Xiaochen said calmly: "No, I came here to ask you something. ”

"What?" Nalle put down the flask and looked at him suspiciously, but filled the glass and placed it in front of him.

"What do you think of the poet ghost and Qing'er?" Xiaochen asked.

Ya'er quickly spoke: "What do you think? Isn't that a good thing! I envy Sister Qing'er. ”

Although Na'er also had envy in her eyes, she still expressed her doubts: "I envy those two, but I heard Lord Luo say that the poet ghost offended the big man, and now he has been kicked out of the capital." ”

"Really?" Xiaochen looked at Na'er and asked.

At this moment, Xiaochen suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did the poet ghost say when he would come to ransom Qing'er?" ”

"Uh..."

"This?" The two women in front of them fell into deep thought.

In the end, Na'er, who was taller inside, replied: "Ya'er, Ya'er, did the poet ghost send a letter last month, and then Sister Qing'er said that she was going to be ransomed, I can't remember..."

Ya'er folded her hands and counted the numbers, and finally said: "It seems that alas, counting the days, it should be three days later." ”

Xiao Chen muttered softly, "Three days later?" And letters..."

"Do you know what's in that letter, and if there are any verses?" Xiaochen continued to ask.

But the two little girls looked at each other, shook their heads suspiciously, and said, "I don't know, we only know that Sister Qing'er paid the deposit of the deed of sale by herself that day, waiting for the poet ghost to come over." ”

Hearing this, Xiaochen also asked uncertainly: "You... Do you really think that the poet ghost will come? ”

But who knows, the two little girls said in unison: "We believe it, otherwise Sister Qing'er wouldn't do it." ”

After hearing this, he got up a little lonely, did not say anything more, and walked towards the small courtyard again, and there were still some questions he wanted to ask clearly.

Xiaochen had just walked a few steps when he heard someone around him talking about the matter of Qing'er and the poet ghost, and this time it seemed that there was some different information, so he stopped and sat down after hearing it.

"Have you heard? A place where people are raised to go to the front, where to go is not good, to go to war. Ah Xing said to the person in front of her, and there was a little excitement in her words.

"What are the scholars doing on the front line?" Sister Zhang on the side immediately interjected curiously.

"Wasn't it true that some time ago, Gong Changping mainly went out to marry King Pingliang of Liang State? The man said that it was the old friend of Princess Changping, and this was to rob relatives. Ah Xing's mouth was big, and as soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked.

Sister Zhang was also terrified, and hurriedly said: "I can't say this, I can't say it..."

"Alas, I just listen to what others say, don't talk nonsense!" Ah Xing also realized that she had missed her mouth, and hurriedly instructed.

The women who surrounded them nodded, indicating that they had a very firm mouth and would not talk nonsense.

Xiao Chen was also interested when he heard this, so he said: "What does the person look like, and what are the characteristics?" ”

Ah Xing only noticed Xiaochen at this time, and said: "Gongzi is auspicious at night, saying that he is a person, poetry and painting are unique, and he played against the literati of the Manchu Dynasty on the Jinluan Palace, and overwhelmed them, among which the prime minister of Shangguan is particularly fond of him." ”

"Grapevine... It is said that the prime minister of Shangguan wants to marry his youngest daughter to him..."Ah Xing whispered, her face full of gossip.

The rest of the people were also interested when they heard this, and everyone chatted very much about this, and they didn't even notice when Xiaochen left.

"That lifting person, it should be the same person, it should be the poet ghost, Princess Changping, the daughter of the Prime Minister of Shangguan, plus this Qing'er... He's playing with flowers, and if that's the case, will the poet really come back in three days? Although Xiao Chen's thoughts were doubtful, he already had the answer in his heart, and there was a high probability that the poet ghost would not come.

"So, who am I playing in this flowery building?" Xiaochen thought about it, and there was some realization in his eyes, maybe he was playing a poetic ghost, and he failed to fulfill his promise, so he came with his guilt?

Xiaochen took out the wooden sign engraved with the flower on the other side, looked at the three sentences on it again, and looked at the empty place above and below the wooden card, where a sentence was missing, and that sentence...

"I'm afraid the clue is in the envelope that came back last month." Xiaochen pondered.

Xiaochen thought as she walked, and after asking for directions a few times, she looked at a girl near the door, the woman was just a child, and she was bored looking at the women coming and going, her face was full of curiosity, she didn't understand why these sisters were dressed so gorgeously.

"According to the directions of several people, the little girl should be the recipient of the letter, and perhaps she will know where the letter went." Xiaochen thought about approaching.

Looking at the little girl, Xiaochen asked, "Little girl, do you know where the letter sent to Qing'er by the poet ghost last month went?" ”

San'er was bored, and when he heard Xiaochen's words, he was also a little interested, and said, "Qing'er? Do you mean the beautiful Qing'er sister? ”

Seeing Xiaochen nodded, she said excitedly: "San'er remembers that Sister Qing'er was so happy after reading the letter, but her mother was not happy, so she snatched the letter and took it away." ”

"Oh, is it? San'er is really good. Xiaochen praised.

"Can that boy give San'er a copper coin? San'er wants to eat sugar gourd, a string of copper coins! San'er said with a smile, wiping the corners of her mouth.

Xiao Chen's footsteps slammed after hearing this, looked at her cheerful smile, and looked away slightly: "I don't have copper coins..."

San'er immediately let out a sigh of great loss.

"But I have others, this is ten taels of silver, enough for you to buy a lot of sugar gourds." Xiaochen hesitated for a moment and took out the silver.

San'er took the silver, knocked it, and happily agreed.

Slowly getting up, Xiao Chen walked towards the position of the old bustard, her position was easy to find, Xiao Chen had already noticed her when he was hanging out before.

In the inner stage of the hall, there sat an old woman, neither fat nor thin, no matter how thick the rouge on her face was, she could not hide the wrinkles on her face, and judging from the gray hair on her temples, she was at least fifty years old.

Xiaochen walked over slowly, the old woman was a little listless at this time, she looked at him coming, and immediately greeted happily: "This son, are you still having fun in the Huamanlou?" Do you want me to help you find some young girls? ”

Xiaochen didn't respond to her words, and asked straight to the point: "Old bustard, is the letter written by the poet ghost to Qing'er last month on your side?" ”

"Letter? Is Childe referring to this? The old bustard took out a letter from the cupboard and said suspiciously.

"Yes." Xiaochen took it as he spoke, and the old bustard just looked at him with a smile, not at all surprised.

Xiaochen opened the letter, the letter paper looked pretty good, and there was only a poem and a sentence in the letter:

"Qing'er, I'll redeem you on the ninth day of June! Let's find a place where no one knows each other. ”

"Over thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, Yaotai under the moon is set for life;"

"The Red Pavilion sighs and leaves overnight, and the birdfinch duckweed finally settles down!"

After reading it, Xiaochen closed the letter, his eyes swept over the entire inner hall, and he couldn't hide his sigh in his heart: "The four clues are put together to be a love poem, the birdfinch refers to the wandering poet ghost, and the duckweed refers to Qing'er, but in the end, the poet ghost failed to fulfill his promise, Qing'er waited and waited... Wait, wait, wait..."

Now there is only one last thing, and that is to keep the promise.

"However, there is one more thing that needs to be clear..."