The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

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She gently put down the collection of poems in her hand, which were poems written by herself [Xiang Lan Ji].

Her gaze is like water, bright and gazing, and her eyes are moving, looking at the lively and amazing painting boat.

Across the Qinhuai River, she and her neighbor Kou Baimen looked at each other, and both could see the expression in each other's eyes, as well as loneliness.

On the night when the Japanese pirates attacked, they were also at a high place and saw the scene of Yan Song single-handedly fighting against countless Japanese pirates and bravely saving the eight beauty of Qinhuai in crisis——Dong Xiaowan.

Now, Kou Baimen and Ma Xianglan are watching, secretly biting their lips.

"Yan Song, what does he want?"

Dong Xiaowan saw Yan Song openly pulling on her Rouyi under the watchful eyes of everyone, she was immediately ashamed and tried to break free, but she couldn't.

Yan Song smiled and pulled Dong Xiaowan's Rouyi, but he didn't let go.

He took Dong Xiaowan to the most conspicuous place - on the open-air platform on the second floor, and said loudly: "Everyone in Qinhuai River!"

On the Qinhuai River, tens of thousands of people were immediately attracted by Yan Song and waved their hands one after another.

"Old Yan Ge!"

"look here!"

"Hello Yan Ge!"

Yan Song said loudly: "Today, I came to the Qinhuai River in order to present a song to a woman I like!"

Before he finished speaking, the Qinhuai River was already boiling.

Qinhuai River is a very magical place.

The feudal ethics of Ming Dynasty completely disappeared here.

This is the romantic capital of Ming Dynasty.

Here, there are only romantic talents and beautiful women, without the shackles of cold and rancid ethics.

Power and money don't rule everything here. Even a poor boy with no money and power, if he is lucky here, he can be favored by famous prostitutes, courtesans, and beauties, and he can still be the guest of the curtain and have a good night.

This is the real reason why Ming talents, as well as self-proclaimed talents, flock to this place.

Now, the grand master of the Ming Dynasty, the chief assistant of the cabinet...the old Yan Ge, who has so many names and has nowhere to put him, actually wants to sing a song for Dong Xiaowan on the Qinhuai River?

Everyone was boiling, and the applause was deafening, and even the sky was about to burst into tears.

Of course, there are also many discordant noises in the applause.

"Yan thief! Get out of the Qinhuai River!"

"You greedy Yan thief, you have already picked off five oirans, and you still want to get your hands on Dong Xiaowan?"

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"Master Dong, don't follow his routine!"

"Everyone, unite and denounce the lustful Yan thief!"

Among them, Mao Bijiang took the lead in roaring, and led many self-proclaimed flamboyant sons and brothers in the Fushe, cursing and protesting loudly.

But Yan Song didn't care about this.

With a gesture of his hand, a servant handed over a strange thing (guitar).

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this musical instrument they had never seen before.

Many famous prostitutes were also surprised.

Dong Xiaowan's beautiful eyes widened.

You know, she is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Naturally, she had never seen this kind of guitar.

"Mr. Yan Ge, what are you doing?" Dong Xiaowan was timid and a little scared.

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Yan Song held the guitar, smiled at Dong Xiaowan, and played a string of notes lightly.

This string of notes, like flowing water, gently touched Dong Xiaowan's heart...

Together with Kou Baimen and Ma Xianglan at the heights, they couldn't help being moved by it...