Chaos in Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 330: poppy

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Qin Meng raised his brows and smiled faintly: "This is a bit funny, how can I not arrange it?"

Yao Se is still full of dilemma: "Master Qin, Shicai has already introduced to you. If you want to listen to the music, you can go to the side room. Over there, as long as you spend good money, you can meet all your requirements. But in This is the main hall of the main hall, but you can't get what you want if you have money."

Qin Meng smiled: "Oh? It sounds very interesting. Girl Yaose, somehow being rich may not be what you want, let's just listen."

Yao Se pondered: "I don't know if Young Master Qin knows. All the famous boats on the Qinhuai River are held by saucy literati. No matter how beautiful the girl is, he can't get on the stage. , Then there must be a Lanxinhui girl Yusi, who is willing to hang around. Those who can talk to the leader of the scholar. Is it a general generation? Although the low slave is the master of the Jinkuifang, he can't let such a girl submit. To put it hard, the cheap slaves can get a big head in addition to dividing the money. If you talk about arrogant, cheap slaves, you still have to look at their faces."

Qin Meng laughed up to the sky: "It's funny and interesting. I heard that a good girl can make the boat owner lower his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, but I never thought that it would be this way. Girl Yaoser, I don't make it difficult for you. Then you can talk about it, if you want to see What do you need for such a girl?"

Yao Se let out a sigh of relief: "As the saying goes, bustard loves banknotes, and sister loves pretty. But the girls in Jinkui's boat do not love banknotes or pretty. As long as the piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy are the same , Can impress the girls. Not only do they don’t have to spend money from the guests, the girls are happy to post money outside.”

Qin Meng smiled and said: "What an interesting rule, okay, since you have come to Jinkuifang, you must abide by this rule? Come on, take care of it."

Chen Yaxuan thought about Qin Meng's two strokes, and said quickly: "My son, why don't you dictate it and let the young man write for you?"

Qin Meng closed the folding fan. Put it on the table and slightly nodded and said: "Also, let you write the pen on your behalf."

In a moment, Mo Yan was done, and Chen Yaxuan was ready to write.

Qin Meng often sighed: "Recently, His Royal Highness King Jin, the Marshal of Pingnan, wanted to enroll in the encore, but unexpectedly there were scholars who said that the northerners are barbarians. What qualifications do they have to test the southern humanistic orthodoxy? I have been admiring the Jiangnan style for a long time. Mellow. After some inquiries, I learned that scholars, scholars, and scholars gathered on both sides of the Qinhuai River."

Speaking of this, Qin Meng's face changed abruptly: "Qin is a person from the north of the Yangtze River. After reading some books of sages and sages, he respects the loyal and righteous people the most. Originally, to the shore of Qinhuai, those who desire loyalty and righteousness will be the world governing affairs. Unexpectedly, when I got to the Qinhuai River, I still heard the beautiful tunes of **ci in my ears. Hum, the business woman didn’t know the hatred of the country, and she still sang ** across the river. When my son wrote a song, look at the orthodox of Jiangnan humanities, Can you look at each other? Ya Xuan, write it down!"

Talk about it. Qin Mengqian eulogized a poem "Poppy Yu" by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

When is Chunhuaqiuyue, how much do you know about the past. The small building was windy again last night, so the country was unbearable to look back at the middle of the moon.

The carved columns and jade masonry should still be there. It's just that Zhu Yangai asked how worried he was, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

That Chen Yaxuan wrote. Suddenly, I couldn't make a sound of tears, and when I finished writing, I threw the pen to the ground, and burst into tears.

Na Yao Se was sad to hear that, this song "Poppy Yu" is really a sad and enmity that has exhausted the country and the body is like a dream. Thinking about yesterday, it was still a big Chen Zimin, and in a blink of an eye, he became the common people of the Sui Dynasty, although This body is still there, but how can the feeling of nostalgia for the homeland be easily forgotten

Yao Se shook his head and sighed a few times before giving a salute to Qin Mengshen: "Master Qin is a great talent. The cheap slaves really have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. Come on, spread the gift from Master Qin to every place, and transfer the words of Master Qin, I dare to say that I am an orthodox Jiangnan literati, but I dare to look at each other squarely."

The little maid took the words written by Chen Yaxuan. After being respectful, I withdrew. Less than a cup of tea, it was like a frying pan outside, with constant noise.

The door of the room suddenly opened, and a small boy dragged a plate with a few silver ingots on it. It was estimated that it could be two hundred or two silver.

When Yao Se saw it, he felt angrily: "Take it away, don't tarnish Young Master Qin, dare you come out with this little money?"

Qin Meng was a little confused, wondering why Yao Se was angry.

At this time, Chen Yaxuan had recovered from his grief, and seeing Qin Meng's appearance, he knew that he didn't know the rules.

"My son, not only do we not have to spend money tonight, but we are also going to make a lot of money. See? Someone asked for two hundred taels of silver just now and wanted to meet with the son. You have to be stretched, look at what Yao Se meant. , This little money is not worth seeing you at all. You'd better have a figure in your heart, less than five hundred taels of silver, and you can just skip it."

I kept rubbing Qin Meng's heart, and I didn't expect that if he used out a poem by Li Yu, the queen of Southern Tang arbitrarily, it would cause such a big shock!

Two hundred taels of silver, that is the wealth that a family of ten farmers can accumulate in 40 years in the peaceful season. When you get to him, you can just ignore it if you use your tongue. (End of this chapter)