The Female Partner Thinks About It

When the bustard heard her words, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little dizzy in her head.

"Mei'er, you..." She looked at Yu Hanzhou with flickering eyes, "Do you think so? Do you have such ideals?"

Yu Hanzhou couldn't help but chuckle. The bustard said it nicely, but what is the ideal in fact? Their identity, it is more appropriate to call it ambition and appetite.

"The emperor is also a man." She said slowly, "It's a man, how can you not love beautiful women? What did your mother say?"

These words were taught to her by the bustard, but the bustard herself did not dare to think about it on the head of the emperor. At this time, she was hooked by her seemingly casual voice, and she couldn't help but think in that direction.

Will the Son of Heaven arrive just to see the girl under her command?

What man, love to steal fishy. What about the three thousand beauties in the palace? The bustard dared to pat her chest to assure that no one could match her eyebrows.

This girl from Yixiangyuan has been taught meticulously since childhood, everything is to serve men and make men happy. The concubines beside the emperor were all from young lady backgrounds, how could anyone understand this?

The more she thought about it, the more her heart became hotter, and she couldn't help but say, "You little hoof has a big heart, and your mother is so fascinated by you!"

Yu Hanzhou smiled and said: "Good mother, I just said it casually, how can I really dare to think about the emperor?"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and fiddled with the golden hairpin in his hand, as if he was really just talking casually.

However, the bustard was not as calm as she was. The fire in her heart became more and more intense, and she couldn't sit still any longer: "You rest, I still have things to do." After speaking, she hurried away.

After she left, Yu Hanzhou faded the faint smile on his face, looked at the golden hairpin in his hand again, put it back in the box, and closed the lid to ignore it.

The days that followed continued as usual. Some guests were brought in by the bustard, and Yu Hanzhou entertained them. When there are no guests, read quietly.

On this day, a scribe invited Yu Hanzhou to travel together, saying that he would like to visit the mountain.

He was very famous and decent, and the bustard didn't worry about him bullying people outside, so she complied.

Yu Hanzhou accompanied the scribe, roaming the lake, climbing the mountain, serving tea to him when his poetry flourished, and sending praises.

With these beauties by the side, they brewed tea with their hands, and spoke words of praise with their red lips, which made the scribes in high spirits and wrote seven or eight poems in one breath. Based on Hanzhou's literary quality, he thought that these poems were all good!

She spread out the paper, researched the ink, and recorded each one. Such a thoughtful move was even more loved by the scribes, who even wrote two poems to praise her.

This happened a few times, Yu Hanzhou's reputation was getting bigger and bigger, and some people were well-informed, and they knew in advance who Yu Hanzhou was invited to, waited around, and went forward to chat.

They couldn't see people in Yixiangyuan, but now people are outside, naturally they can see them if they want!

After seeing it, I was even more itchy, and wanted to come forward to chat.

Yu Hanzhou knew at a glance that it was the work of the bustard. After thinking about it, I understood why she did this. Although she was famous in the past, not many people have seen her. Everyone only rumored her appearance and talent, but not many people have actually seen her. This praise is like a cloud in the sky, illusory and not very convincing. .

Now that more people see her, more and more people will praise her, and the praise is very specific and easy to win people's trust.

In this way, it will not make Yixiangyuan less profitable, and everyone who has seen her wants to step into her incense pavilion and chat with her. As a result, the number of people who asked to see them increased, and the bustard couldn't catch up with the people.

Under the operation of the bustard, the emperor in the palace was finally moved.

To talk about the reputation of Mei'er, the emperor had already heard about it, but he never paid attention to it. When he wanted to come, she was just a brothel woman, no matter how beautiful and talented she was, what could she do?

Those people outside blew her into the sky and the earth, probably because she had never seen a real beauty.

There is a very beautiful and lovely concubine in his harem. The emperor has always thought that she is the woman with the whitest skin, the softest figure, and the sweetest voice in the world. He does not believe that there are more outstanding women in this world.

But when Mei'er's limelight became more and more popular, the emperor became a little curious, so he went out of the palace in disguise and looked at her from a distance.

Seeing this, I lost my mind immediately. There is such a fairy-like concubine in the world!

After he returned to the palace, he was a little lost, only thinking in his heart that he was so stunning, and it was really stupid that he didn't go to see him before.

The beautiful figure sitting in the painting boat and playing the piano settled in his heart and quickly took root. In a few days, the emperor made a decision-he wanted to see her!

But it was inappropriate to meet her in a grand manner as the emperor, so he fabricated an identity for himself, saying that he was a down-and-out scholar who wanted to meet the girl and talk about it.

To this end, he also specially asked people to write a few excellent poems. After reciting them, he went to Yixiangyuan.

The bustard hadn't heard the news before, she saw a young and weak scholar-like person, and said she wanted to see Meier girl, she didn't want to put it in at first.

Those who can be put in are not so poor. It was rumored that those who were arrogant and arrogant met the Meier girl and were given silver taels by the Meier girl, but it was her manipulation, and it was not true at all.

So far, the only people who have really seen people are the famous scribes, the rich and powerful.

When the emperor saw that the bustard would not let her go, he naively handed over the poem, hoping to use it as a stepping stone. The bustard pretended to take it over, took a look, and was about to refuse.

She doesn't understand this at all, and even if she writes well, a poor boy is not qualified to see her heart.

"Mom." But at this moment, the little maid next to Yu Hanzhou came and said something in the ear of the bustard. In an instant, the mother-in-law changed her face.

She looked at the weak man a little critically and said, "Originally, you wrote these poems in general and shouldn't have let you in. But Miss Meier treats you differently, you can go in."

The emperor thought that the poem he just handed over was really bad, and was secretly annoyed by several scribes for perfunctory him, and was very happy that the girl Meier had a good eye. The mother-in-law bowed her hands and went in.

Yu Hanzhou has been observing the people who asked to see her these days.

She now has some trust and right to speak with the bustard, so some guests she wants to see, the bustard also shows her.

The person Yu Hanzhou wanted to see most was a destitute scholar. Such people are the easiest to be encouraged, and will also miss the old feelings. She entertained them well, and they will always come to see her when they grow up in the future.

It is not so difficult for her to ask what she wants.

She hadn't thought about making demands with some scribes and rich people who were crazy to see her. In their eyes, she is lofty and does not ask about common affairs. Once they make such a request, they doubt that they will not help her if they don't say it.

The kindness of giving charcoal in the snow is different. She subsidizes them with money, encourages them spiritually, and there will always be something in return. I don't expect everyone to be grateful, but one or two out of ten is enough.

Therefore, when I saw a young and weak scholar downstairs, naively reciting a poem and wanting to see her, my heart suddenly moved.

Naive people, best to coax.

The author has something to say:

Emperor: →_→Come on, try it.