Time travel, sell Tang poems at the beginning

Next, Lin Feng and his four friends started drinking in the private room. After all, they had already paid two thousand taels, so it would be a waste not to drink the wine in the private room.

"Boss, the piano and flute ensemble of sisters Ziyun and Ziyan is truly heavenly music. When you meet them later, you must find a way to convince them to develop in Fengyang City." Yang Zhi said.

Lin Feng nodded, "Don't worry, I think there shouldn't be any problem if I invite you personally."

"Yang Laoliu, the boss has come personally, is there anything that can't be handled? You are just worrying about nothing. Come on, let's just drink, brothers." Zhang Sheng said.

Li Heng raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Boss, although the wine from Nanyue is not as strong as the Immortal Drunk, it is still a rare good wine. Let's have another glass."

Afterwards, the six people began to toast Lin Feng in turn, and the whole room was filled with a strong atmosphere...

The backyard of the Poetry and Literature Building.

The maids handed the collected poems and banknotes to Xie Hong. Xie Hong collected the banknotes and then sorted the poems written to the same courtesan together.

"Xia Liu, give these three poems to the two masters Ziyun and Ziyan in Dressing Room No. 1."

"Yes, thank you, shopkeeper!"

Xia Liu took the poem with both hands, bowed politely, and turned to walk towards dressing room number one...

In dressing room number one, Ziyun and Ziyan sat opposite each other, drinking tea quietly.

"Sister, my godfather asked us to choose between Gao Tianxu, Wu Yuanjie, and Zhou Wanli, but I don't like any of them. What should we do?"

Ziyun's expression changed slightly. "Xiaoyan, marriages between men and women have always been decided by their parents and matchmakers. We can only obey our foster father's wishes."

"Sister, but our foster father is not our biological father. Why should we listen to him?"

"Xiao Yan, don't forget that our indentures are still in the hands of our foster father. His words are like an imperial decree to us, and we cannot resist."

"Before we played for His Majesty, my foster father didn't dare to do so. But now the Kingdom of Yue has been destroyed and we have no one to rely on. We have to marry whoever my foster father tells us to marry. Now he has given us a choice. Even if he were his biological daughter, I guess we would only get this treatment."

Zi Yan's face darkened. "Sister, you know who Gao Tianxu, Wu Yuanjie, and Zhou Wanli are. I hate these fickle playboys the most. We won't be happy if we marry them."

Ziyun shook her head. "Ah... there's nothing we can do. This is our fate."

After a long sigh, the dressing room began to quiet down, and the two sisters began to fall into deep thought...

Zi Yan suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up and she immediately said, "Sister, how about we find an honest man, give him the money for redemption, and then ask him to find our foster father to redeem us?"

Ziyun shook her head. "It's useless. The president won't agree. The reason he adopted us as his adopted daughters is that he wants to curry favor with those high-ranking officials through us."

"Gao Tianxu's grandfather Gao Yanqing, Wu Yuanjie's grandfather Wu Chengxiang, Zhou Wanli's grandfather Zhou Jiquan, they are all high-ranking officials in Hegu City, unless..."

"Sister, unless what?"

"No one can help us unless the wise prince who lives in the palace is willing to speak for us."

Zi Yan's eyes turned, "Sister, how about we take the initiative to go to the palace to perform music? And then ask His Royal Highness the King to redeem us?"

Ziyun shook her head and said, "Xiaoyan, I have thought of your idea, but I heard that the virtuous king does not like music, singing and dancing, otherwise those officials who wanted to please him would have come to ask us sisters to enter the palace to perform.

"From what I know, the virtuous king just entered the palace and held a matchmaking meeting for the palace maids the next day. Now there are only some old palace maids left in the palace."

"Ah... so there is nothing we can do?"

Ziyun nodded, "Xiaoyan, this is all fate, let's accept it!"

"Dong dong dong..."

Just then, there was a knock on the dressing room door.

"Please come in!"

Xia Liu pushed the door open and walked in, handing over the poem with both hands, "Two sisters, this is the poem the young masters wrote for you."

Zi Yan took the poem and looked at what was written on it carefully. "Sister, Wu Yuanjie's poem is indeed well written, but it's a pity that his character is too bad."

"It's obvious from one look that Zhou Wanli's poems were bought with silver. With his talent, he will never be able to write such good poems in his lifetime."

"puff……"

Zi Yan couldn't help but chuckle, "Sister, Wang Lin's handwriting is so ugly! He dares to write poems for us sisters with this level!"

Zi Yan shook her head and handed all three poems to Zi Yun without even reading the content of the poems. "Sister, you should decide who will go boating on the lake tonight!"

Ziyun nodded and began to read it word by word. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "What a good poem! This poem of pity for the peasants may seem ordinary, but it actually has a profound meaning. It is so well written. Wang Lin's handwriting is not that good, but I didn't expect him to be so talented. I will choose him to go boating on the lake tonight."

As for the candidate for the tour, her sister actually chose the unknown Wang Lin, which made Zi Yan very curious, and she quickly reached out and took the poem from Zi Yun.

"Xiaoyan, haven't you already read all the poems?"

Zi Yan stuck out her tongue mischievously, "I didn't look carefully just now, I want to look again."

Zi Yan immediately found the poem written by Lin Feng, and then read it out word by word, "Song of the Peasants: In spring, one grain of millet is planted, and in autumn, ten thousand grains are harvested. There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death."

"Sister, this poem is easy to understand, yet profound in meaning. This level of poetry has not appeared in River Valley City for many years. The name Wang Lin is so unfamiliar. Who is he?"

At this moment, Zi Yan suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up and she immediately said, "Sister, I remember there is a poem about pity for farmers in Lin Feng's collection of poems."

"I hoe the field at noon, and my sweat drips down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work? Sister, do you think this Wang Lin is His Royal Highness the Wise King?"

Zi Yan was so excited that her heart began to pound. If Wang Lin was really Lin Feng, then they would be saved.

After her sister reminded her, Ziyun suddenly thought of something and immediately said, "Xiaoyan, I remember now. It is said that His Royal Highness the Wise King knows astronomy and geography, and is proficient in poetry and military tactics, but the only thing he knows is his handwriting..."

Ziyun became more and more excited as she spoke, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably. "Xiaoyan, this Wang Lin is most likely His Royal Highness the Wise King. Our chance as sisters has come."

Zi Yan nodded vigorously. "Sister, as long as His Royal Highness the Wise King is willing to speak for us, we can redeem our freedom from Bichun Garden and completely get rid of the past. Then we can leave River Valley City and start our new life somewhere else."

At this moment, sisters Ziyun and Ziyan finally saw hope in life. The two girls hugged each other and cried for a long time...