Chapter 50

Miss Liu is twenty-eight years old this year, born more than flowers, more fragrant than jade, used to be raised in the deep boudoir people did not know, now it is the old Wang Xie Tang Qianyan, flying into the homes of ordinary people.

But even if Liu Zhi fell into this land of fireworks, from a nobleman to a fourth-class pariah, it was not something anyone could see if they wanted to.

First of all, there must be a consistent copper coin as a stepping stone, so that you can have the opportunity to step into Liu Zhi's boudoir, but there is a curtain in the middle of seeing Liu Zhi. As for how to get Liu Zhi out of the curtain, pour you a glass of wine, and say a few words, it depends on personal ability. Poetry and songs, how you can govern the world and Anbang, as long as you make Miss Liu happy and Miss Liu happy, she will say the last sentence lazily.

"The slave family is tired today, and I ask the son to come back tomorrow. ”

Then you will come upside down tomorrow, and if you want to meet, you still need to have a consistent copper coin, so three or four times, and whether you can see each other in the end, you have to resign yourself to fate. In the end, if you want to go to the mandarin bed together, you have to take out a monstrous amount of silver.

What is the concept of a consistent copper coin? It is always equivalent to one tael of silver, and four or five times is the annual expenses of an ordinary farmer.

But even so, there is still an endless stream of people who want to spend money, and there are certain psychological factors in this, similar to the eternal restlessness of those who can't get it, and the fearlessness of being favored.

And in fact, it's just like that, after three or five times, it's not very interesting, the yellow flower is successful or bad, no matter how high this carmine is raised now, in the end, she has to be the same as the girl in this hall, drinking and laughing.

The story of the so-called talented and beautiful woman, just listen to it, there are not so many romances to talk to people.

But at least now, carmine is still held high.

Like Xu Mao and others, they all came for carmine, and if anyone can win the hearts of beauties, it is a great glory. But until now, no one has been able to do it.

Xu Mao called the turtle father, put a piece of silk cloth on the tray, and carefully placed a letter. In a pious tone, he asked, "Ask Miss Carmine if she is free today." ”

Fallen into the land of wind and dust, generally do not use their real name, which is insulting to their ancestors, so even if everyone knows the name of Carmine, no one calls Liu Zhi.

The price of silk cloth is about the same, and it can be used as money, and this is what the Wuling boy said. There is a small poem in the letter, which is still particularly respected for scholars and scribes in this era, but as for whether this poem was written by Xu Mao himself or bought with money, it is difficult to say.

The turtle slave walked around the hall, and the tray was probably this kind of thing, and it meant comparing with each other. Don't fight or grab, carmine doesn't have such a big charm.

Cheng Dalei wants to see the carmine side, he needs to expand the cottage population, wants to buy some slaves, and everyone has a heart for virtue and beauty, he is also young, and he also wants to be noble in front of others.

"Get pen and ink!" Cheng Dalei exhaled and rolled up his sleeves.

Xu Mao set his eyes on Cheng Dalei: "The toad really wants to eat swan meat." ”

Xu Shenji saw that the process of writing was a big thunder, it was called an ugly, and at this moment he said in a suspicious tone: "Childe, are you okay?"

Cheng Dalei was dipped in thick ink, and the pen walked away from the dragon and snake, and in an instant, ghost-like words appeared on the paper. To say that it is a text, it is really insulting to these two words.

"The toad is born in the earth"

Someone slowly read out the pen paper, and then there was a sneer, this first sentence is just a general, and yellow-mouthed children can also do it.

"Lying alone on the ground like a tiger"

The second sentence disappointed everyone again, or rather, no one had any hope for Cheng Dalei at all, Xu Mao let out a sneer, twisted his head to the side, and expressed his contempt.

“......”

“......”

Cheng Dalei sealed the paper, put it on the tray, put down the usual copper coin, and then Shi Shiran sat down and listened to the wind.

The turtle slave sent the tray into the room, and everyone looked forward to it, and the sound of singing in the hall seemed to be careless.

"I don't know who Carmine Girl will choose today......"

"It's Xu Gongzi, Xu Gongzi has been here for more than ten days, and I don't know how much money has been thrown out. ”

"I heard that Xu Gongzi asked a master to write a poem, but the carmine girl is also a poet. ”

Everyone was talking about these things, enthusiastic and excited, and Beauty and Wine was always a topic of conversation. I don't know how long after, a girl came out of the room, and many people followed her, and the mood was faintly nervous.

The girl came down from upstairs, bypassed everyone, walked in front of Cheng Dalei, and said in a low voice: "Ou Gongzi, Miss, please come to the room for a while." ”

"This ......"

Xu Mao's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of disbelief. Cheng Dalei Shi Ran stood up, walked in front of him, patted him on the back, and then strode towards the carmine room.

"Why, why!" Xu Mao couldn't help but say out loud: "I've been here for more than ten days in a row, and I obviously agreed with the carmine girl yesterday." ”

"Probably a poem he wrote......

"Poetry, what kind of poem?" Xu Mao only cared about expressing ridicule just now, but he didn't carefully read the poems written by Cheng Dalei, naturally, Cheng Dalei's handwriting is a kind of torture for anyone.

Xu Mao seems to be looking for something, but he actually wants others to tell him about the poems written by Cheng Dalei.

"Master Xu, don't move!" someone shouted.

Xu Mao's body remained stiff and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's stuck behind your back!"

This person came over and took off a small piece of paper that was pasted behind Xu Mao's back, and everyone leaned over, especially Xu Mao, whose eyes were so wide open.

I saw an animal drawn on a piece of paper with a simple brush, and this animal was a toad.

There was silence, everyone looked at each other, so quiet that you could hear everyone's heartbeat.

"It's ...... The Toad King ......" someone asked nervously.

"Could it be that he is here?" someone looked left and right, in a cold sweat.

"No, it's clairvoyance!" someone shouted, "What do I say, what do I say!"

Xu Mao felt his head dizzy, his eyes blackened, and his body shook involuntarily.

"I really have clairvoyance!"

Cheng Dalei stepped into the room, the wooden house was wooden, a gauze curtain blocked the bed, and a figure could be faintly seen behind the curtain. Antique, simple and exquisite, there is a vase on the wooden table, there is a red flower in the bottle, the fragrance comes to the face.

"The toad is born in the earth"

"Lying alone on the ground like a tiger"

"I won't speak first when spring comes"

"Which insect dares to squeak"

In the hall, someone had already slowly recited this frog poem from memory, and the last word fell to the ground......

There was silence.