The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

"I love everyone Ma Xianglan the most, a female poet and painter! The [Molan Picture] she painted is a treasure handed down from generation to generation!"

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"I like Kou Baimen, they are known as female heroes, and they are unparalleled in sword and dance. They have the essence of Aunt Gongsun in the early Tang Dynasty."

"When it comes to embroidery, no one can compete with Dong Xiaowan. She was born in the "Dong Family Embroidery Village" in Suzhou City. Unfortunately, her father died of illness and her family was in trouble. The flowers and birds she embroidered are so lifelike that they can even attract birds to fall on it. Singing and dancing."

It seems that the four masters are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people on the Qinhuai River.

Among them, there are many who scold Yan Song.

"Damn it, it's all Yan Song's fault!"

"Yan Song will die!"

"The treacherous official Yan Song, I hate you to death!"

"If it wasn't for Yan Song, we would be happy now."

Yan Song lay on the gun, with a confused expression on his face: "Why is this old man in Nanjing? Why do people here hate me so much?"

The people around were laughing non-stop.

Yan Song looked down and was speechless for a while.

It turned out that those who scolded him were all scholars.

These scholars are quite similar to the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in Zhou Xingchi's version of "Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance", all kinds of conceited, all kinds of pretentious, all kinds of arrogant.

They are basically Yishui's coquettish peach-colored gowns, peach blossoms are blooming, and they fan the fans to pretend to be aggressive in the cold, shaking their heads and cursing Yan Song.

"My favorite is Chen Yuanyuan, Master Chen. I saw Chen Yuanyuan dancing solo at the sea opening ceremony in Tianjin. It was so beautiful! My heart hurts so much. My Master Chen! Yan Song, I will wipe you!"

"And Liu Rushi, everyone's piano skills are unparalleled. I also heard her performance at the sea opening ceremony in Tianjin. The sound of nature. When I think that Yan Thief can listen to Liu Rushi's piano music every night, I will I can't sleep at night because of jealousy!"

"Bian Saisai is the best! Not to mention his talent, even his temperament is the best."

"My Li Xiangjun. I cried blindly."

"Yan Ge is so hateful!"

One by one, they pressed their chests and stamped their feet, criticizing Yan Song!

Yan Song: "..."

It turns out that they are all jealous of the courteous old man who monopolizes the four oirans?

snort!Not familiar with you.

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Chapter 873 Yan Song Has Aroused Public Indignation 【3】

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Then, Yan Song saw a lot of crooked nuts, and he also mixed in the crowd, looking forward to it, and asking around with a piggy face, how do these four famous prostitutes count on receiving customers.

A Mughal businessman with a green turban on his head, like a cuckold, with a big belly, like a wealthy local tyrant, patted his stomach and asked a scholar of Ming Dynasty:

"Hey! No matter how beautiful and temperamental these girls are, they are just kiln sisters! How much are they "six seven seven" a night? I, Ballard, can afford it!"

The Ming scholar was extremely contemptuous, and looked at him with a sneer: "Are you rich? You know, how much does it cost to have tea with this Qinhuai Bayan?"

Ballard shook his head, and said indifferently: "In my Mughal, the most expensive prostitute is only ten gold coins a night. How expensive can prostitutes in Ming Dynasty be?"

The scholar became even angrier when he heard it, and said loudly: "You soil turtle, you are purely a cow chewing peonies, cooking cranes and burning qin, which is a big spoiler! Do you know that the sons of the eight great families in the south of the Yangtze River wanted to set up a poetry club the other day, please Dong Xiaowan Let's have a cup of tea, chat about poetry, and spend half a day with 1 taels of money for a hair-wrapping brush?"

"What?" Ballard was stunned, blushing with shame.

Another Ming businessman next to him sneered and said, "You local turtle from Mughal, do you think that the courtesan of Ming Dynasty is your lowly prostitute in India? Any courtesan here is a prostitute but not a prostitute. You can spend tens of thousands of silver with you Meet and drink tea, it’s all smoke from your ancestral tomb! I don’t like people like you, even if you throw 10 silver, everyone won’t see you! I think you are ugly!”

Ballard was slapped in the face twice and was ashamed.

The other scholars also felt that the Mughals were too immoral, they insulted their idols and cursed one after another.

"Rich? Can you be richer than our local tyrants in Daming? Everyone is in a bad mood, and it's not uncommon for them not to see anyone for a year or so."

"I, Xia Dahai, Shangshu of the Nanjing Ministry of Industry, wanted to marry Dong Xiaowan, but I was rejected. Dong Xiaowan and everyone even drew a picture [A Pear Blossom Pressing a Begonia], humiliating him openly! That Xia Dahai didn't dare to fart. , and even went to Dong Xiaowan and everyone to admit their mistakes."

Only then did Ballard understand how noble these so-called "prostitutes" were in the eyes of the Ming people, and he ran away ashamed.

Yan Song smiled faintly, and followed Liu Yong to the first pleasure boat.

This cruise ship is as high as five floors, and the highest point is where everyone performs their talents.Even at a distance of several hundred meters, they can be seen clearly.

That everyone is Gu Hengbo.

Gu Hengbo is good at painting poems and rhythms, especially good at painting orchids, and he can express his own ideas.He has written poems such as "Sit at Night in Haiyuelou", "Sit in the Boudoir", "Poppy Poppy: Reply to Mrs. Yuanshan's Dream", "A Thousand Years Old: Send Mrs. Yuanshan Back to the South", and included in the book "Liu Collection of Huage".

At this time, Gu Hengbo was discussing poems with many scholars, and the topic of course was the lively Lantern Festival and Qinhuai Lantern Festival.

Gu Hengbo wore pink clothes, his dignified appearance revealed an indescribably seductive feeling, his black hair was hanging down, tied with only a pink hairband, and the pink color set off the woman's skin with a faint radiance. The pink color is really beautiful, the phoenix eyes are shining, which can take the soul away, swaying the mind, and the lips are like cherry blossoms, which attracts infinite reverie.

At this time, she sang leisurely: "Yunyao points to Zhongshan, the trees are blooming, the grass of the Six Dynasties is facing Qiongtai, a garden of lights descends from the sky, and thousands of corals come from the sea!"

"Okay!" The scholars looked like crazy, applauding desperately one by one.

Yan Song glanced at Gu Hengbo, and it happened that Gu Hengbo also had telepathy at this time, and he looked at Yan Song with a glance.