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Chapter 12 Fengyue Place Boazhi

It's been seven days, and Jiang Yukang silently counts the days until he leaves Beijing. He hasn't seen Lu Zhenbao for many days, and he really misses him very much.

Seeing that he had attracted so many people's attention, the bustard grinned in satisfaction. "Masters, today is the night of Dieyi, the daughter of the old man. If you are merciful, please give me a lot of face."

"Mom said so much, what do you want, just ask how much money you want." One of the men shouted at the top of his voice.

"What is Master Xu in such a rush for? My daughter has always been proud and arrogant. Only by being in her eyes can I be her guest tonight."

"Miss Dieyi is beautiful and talented, so we will naturally agree to this request." Another young man shouted.

"What Mr. Zhang said is exactly that, our girl in Dieyi wants to make friends with literature, and the old man naturally likes money, so everyone who is rich in literature and money can compete with each other."

"I don't know how the Dieyi girl wants to make friends through literature?" Another person expressed the aspirations of everyone present.

Only then did Dieyi slightly open her mouth, her sweet voice moved every man's heart. "Since it's raining recently, why don't you gentlemen compose poems according to the occasion, and those who write well will naturally be the guests of my family."

"Okay...Okay!!" Everyone responded loudly. The rich knew that today they would only be able to pick up customers in butterfly clothes, so they all recruited some literate servants to help them compose poems.

Po Jilian smiled and said: "It seems that Brother Jiang will win today."

Jiang Yukang took a sip of his wine, shrugged his shoulders and said, "If Brother Po is interested, I can help you."

Tang Nixia slapped the table angrily, and said in dissatisfaction, "Senior brother won't be interested in this woman!"

Jiang Yukang laughed and said, "I almost forgot that Brother Po was with this angry and charming face. It seems that you don't have such a good fortune."

Jiang Yukang has long seen that the two brothers and sisters, Po Jilian and Tang Nixia, are interested in each other, so they often make fun of them as lovers in conversation.

In just one stick of incense, all the masters present read poems about rain, but they were all flattered by Die Yi.Seeing the impatient master, the bustard hurriedly pulled Dieyi aside and said, "Dieyi, if you continue to pick and choose like this, Mommy, can I still do my business?"

Upstairs, Dieyi can clearly see all kinds of ugliness of the men downstairs. They are all stinky men who covet her beauty. The three young masters, with a smile on their lips, walked downstairs lightly.

Everyone watched Dieyi walking towards Jiang Yukang and the others anxiously, secretly envious of those little fair faces having such good fortune.

Dieyi approached, saluted the three of them slightly, and said, "I don't know if the three young masters have excellent works, so that Dieyi can appreciate them?"

Tang Nixia likes to be lively and show off the most. Thinking of listening to Jiang Yukang's poems this afternoon, she just recited silently: "The cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are empty, the sky is light and the clouds are the same as the past. flute wind."

Dieyi's eyes lit up, and she sincerely praised: "It's really a good poem!"

But even though Tang Nixia was wearing men's clothes, she still couldn't hide her time-honored butterfly clothes.She was a little disappointed, but also a little fortunate. Just when she was about to announce Tang Nixia as the guest of honor, Pojilian didn't want Tang Nixia to do any more absurd things, so she sold Jiang Yukang, saying: "This poem was not written by him, it was written by Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yukang didn't know what Po Jilian was thinking, and was secretly annoyed that Po Jilian was ungrateful, but he heard Pojilian say from the side: "Brother Jiang, this is a blessing that no number of men can wait for, don't let it down Kindness for my brother."

Dieyi saw that Jiang Yukang's lips were red and her teeth were white, he behaved well, and he wrote a good poem. Compared with other men, he couldn't be better. I sigh that she claims to be both talented and beautiful, but compared with this Mr. Yu, she is still herself. ashamed.He also thought of his own involuntary control, if this young master is not willing, he is afraid that the most precious first night will fall into the hands of those fat men, and he couldn't help the tears in his eyes for a while.

Jiang Yukang saw the involuntary look in Dieyi's eyes, and thought that they were both women, but they couldn't help themselves. He felt the same for a moment, and felt a little pity for him. He stood up and said, "This poem is written in the next day. , can’t be regarded as a poem for the occasion, but when I see the girl, I am blessed to my heart, and I invite the girl to appreciate it.”

Jiang Yukang smiled slightly at Dieyi, and said: "The mountains and rivers are gusty and the wind is blowing, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain hits the flats. Who has never died in life since ancient times? Keep your loyalty and history."

After listening to the poem, Dieyi was full of thoughts and emotions.He not only admires Jiang Yukang's talent, but also feels that his life experience is withered, and he is even more grateful to Jiang Yukang for keeping his heart.In the end, I couldn't help crying.

Dieyi smiled gratefully at Jiang Yukang, and it was a beauty with pear blossoms and rain, Jiang Yukang couldn't help but relax.The old bustard naturally saw that Dieyi meant Jiang Yukang, so he said, "Young master is good at poetry, do you intend to be my daughter's guest?"

What the old bustard actually asked was whether Jiang Yukang was rich.Since Jiang Yukang felt pity for Dieyi, he naturally wouldn't give in. He took out a 1000 tael silver note from his cuff and said, "Xiao Ke is really honored."

The old bustard took the banknote and smiled, but the others saw that Jiang Yukang was rich and talented, so they had no choice but to give up and watched Jiang Yukang being taken to the boudoir by Dieyi with envy.

When Jiang Yukang and Dieyi were alone, they were naturally no longer as comfortable as before. They sat at the table a little cautiously, not even daring to glance at Dieyi sitting on the bed.

"Miss Dieyi, there is no need to be like this. In fact, I don't mean to be frivolous."

Seeing that Jiang Yukang was like this, Dieyi was even a little more cautious than himself, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Dieyi hasn't asked for advice on how to address him yet?"

"Miss Dieyi can call me Yukang."

When Dieyi heard it, she was half surprised and half surprised: "Could it be that the young master is called Yu Gongzi Jiang Yukang?"

Jiang Yukang nodded, and said, "I didn't expect Miss Dieyi to have heard of my name before."

Dieyi took out a book from her pillow, walked towards Jiang Yukang, and said, "Yukang, if you don't give up, please call Dieyi."

"Yukang's Poetry Collection?" Jiang Yukang took the book and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Dieyi to have such a humble work."

"When Dieyi used to read this book, she often admired Mr. Yu's talent. I didn't expect to be able to meet Mr. Yu today, and even..." Dieyi was ashamed to say the rest, but her eyes were full of tenderness, but she couldn't help it. It goes without saying.

Jiang Yukang pretended to be ignorant and changed the subject, saying: "I heard that Dieyi's piano skills are amazing, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to hear it?"

"But Yukang has one word, Dieyi should do it with all his strength, but I hope Yukang will not blame Dieyi for making an axe." Dieyi walked towards the piano seat, with ten slender fingers, as he fiddled, a faint tune came to his ears.

Jiang Yukang sipped the wine and listened to the music, enjoying himself for a while.

At the end of the song, Jiang Yukang's eyes were slightly red, and seeing Dieyi looking at him, he quickly lowered his head and wiped away his tears.

Dieyi was touched and said: "It's easy to get a song, but it's hard to find a bosom friend. Dieyi didn't expect to meet a bosom friend in this brothel."

"The sound of the girl's piano is like weeping and complaining, and it seems to be endlessly sad. I... let the girl make fun of it."

Die Yi forced a smile and said: "Die Yi has been sold in a brothel since she was a child, and has seen all the cruelty of the world. Now she has Yukang's sincere tears, and this life is really worthwhile."

Jiang Yukang said curiously: "If Miss Dieyi is willing to talk about it, I would like to hear about Dieyi's life experience."

"Dieyi was originally born in a wealthy family, but his father died of a sudden illness when his business failed. His mother was always weak. In order to treat his mother's illness, the eldest brother gambled with the only ten taels of silver left in the family. Dieyi had nothing to do, so she had to sell herself in a brothel to treat her mother's illness. Usually, if I saved up money, I would send it home as soon as possible, so that my elder brother could start some business again and revive the family. Now that Dieyi has fallen into a brothel, there is nothing left to do. All I ask is that I can raise some money so that I can help my elder brother take care of the family."

"Although Dieyi is a weak girl, it is not easy to take care of a family's livelihood. It is a hundred times more responsible than some men who rely on their ancestors. I admire it very much."

Dieyi was about to answer, but heard a woman's crisp voice not far away.

"Jiang Yukang~ Come out for me!"

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