Following the maid around the three-story corridor, she went straight to the top-floor room. When she was at the door, the maid stopped and gently pushed open the door: "Miss is waiting inside."

Song Beiyun nodded at her with a smile: "Let's have a meal together when you come out."

"Young Master is joking." The maid smiled and said, "Please come in."

He slowly raised his foot and buried it in the doorstep. When he entered the house, he was facing a screen block. The embroidery scenery showed off the mountains and rivers. Judging from the workmanship, it should be Shu embroidery. Song Beiyun touched it and sighed in his heart, because this Shu embroidery alone would be more than ten thousand.

Bypassing the screen, the main hall is a delicate octagonal sandalwood square table in front of the hall, and four round stools are arranged neatly. There is a piece of neatly cut marble on the table, which is moist and smooth. At first glance, it is a finely made of finely made, and then a piece of water from Xinchang’s white porcelain.

"Wow...it's so magnificent."

Song Beiyun did not compliment at all. Most people use pottery these days, and few people use porcelain. Those high-ranking officials and noble families all use porcelain, but most of the porcelain is not the porcelain of Xinchang.

Where is Xinchang? Jingdezhen, it was originally a name given to the first year of Jingde. In this regard, Emperor Jingde did not ascend the throne, so the name of Xinchang is still used. The royal family set up an official kiln in Xinchang County. Only the kaolin used in this official kiln can burn such white and clear porcelain in this world.

History books say that when Europeans got this porcelain, they had to use gold and silver watch frames. That was true, because this thing, especially plates, was difficult to burn, and it was a royal monopoly. It was common for them to have prices but not markets. Not to mention foreigners' frames as decorations, even the people of the Song Dynasty could see very few, and they were at the level of national gifts.

No longer paying attention to these luxury goods, Song Beiyun lifted a curtain and walked in. He saw the beautiful girl who played the pipa just now sitting in front of a desk. Her veil had been taken off. She looked a little immature, but she was indeed a complete beauty. When she saw Song Beiyun coming in, she nodded gently and started making tea.

When Song Beiyun saw the method of making tea, he laughed: "I haven't drunk this kind of tea for a long time. I'm almost used to drinking those ginger-flavored teas."

The girl smiled brightly, then reached out and signaled: "Young Master."

Her voice was gentle, with the gentleness of Wu Nong's soft words. Even if she heard a sentence, it would make people tremble all over. Although she was not as good-looking as Zuo Rou and had not yet grown up, this little voice alone was enough. Even Song Beiyun's mind had a small tone of her ummy and ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-

"Girl, how did you do it so quaint? You can't speak well if you have symbols and you have seen the quadrant?"

The girl laughed again, with two shallow dimples on the corner of her mouth, so cute that it makes people want to kiss her.

"Don't laugh...you talk, why don't we add WeChat?"

"Young Master..." The girl looked up at Song Beiyun: "Drink some tea first."

Song Beiyun sighed, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and saw the flat tea leaves inside: "Oh, Longjing."

"Young Master, you have a good understanding." The girl said softly, then suddenly blushed: "Young Master, after drinking tea, you go to your clothes, I will prepare hot water for you."

Song Beiyun: "???"

Seeing Song Beiyun's face full of confusion, the little girl suddenly became cramped. She quietly took out a note from her sleeve and looked at it, and immediately waved her hands with a pink face: "Wrong, wrong...Young Master is wrong, not this sentence."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "No, do you have several plans to entertain guests? Then I don't care. If you ask me to wear clothes, I will be loose."

After saying that, he stood up and pretended to take off, and the little girl obviously had never encountered this situation, so she was so scared that she covered her face.

"Okay, Miaoling. You go down."

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the big bed behind. Song Beiyun tilted his head and looked over, but his vision was blocked by the curtain and he couldn't see it in detail.

However, the sound inside is quite touching. Although it is not as gentle as this little girl, it is indeed the kind of royal sister voice that people often call.

The little girl hurriedly entered a secret door and disappeared into the room. Only Song Beiyun and the woman on the bed were left in the room... It should be a woman. After all, if a man had such a voice, Song Beiyun would kill him on the spot.

"Come here."

The sound inside came out, which made Song Beiyun laugh: "No, right... I am a lustful person."

"Just come."

"Then..." Song Beiyun coughed: "I'm not polite."

He walked forward, lifted his face away, and saw a person lying in the candlelight, but it was ugly, but it was always young but couldn't see clearly.

"sit."

The woman patted her bed next to her bed: "You're a little restrained."

"Sister, you said it's so light. We've only met for the first time, and it's on such occasions. Don't you find it strange?"

"I'm a chicken, okay? Do you care about this?"

As soon as these words were said, Song Beiyun couldn't help laughing, and his laughter made the woman on the bed laugh as well. The two of them naturally felt much more relaxed when they laughed.

"Hometown?"

"Well... from my hometown." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Where are you? When did you come?"

"What about you ten years ago?"

"Ten years ago."

As soon as Song Beiyun finished speaking, a soft body rushed up and hugged him, buried his face in his chest, and cried without any reaction.

Song Beiyun did not stop her because he could hardly hold back his tears... Although the two of them didn't know what the other party was like, they understood after a brief conversation that this was the real hometown person.

"Okay, don't cry." Song Beiyun sighed: "I can't go back, my body is not the original body."

The woman seemed to have cried enough, and stood up straight and sat opposite Song Beiyun, pointing to the curtain: "Can you help me open the curtain?"

This small request was naturally met. Song Beiyun got up and pulled up all the curtains. When he turned around, his mind suddenly buzzed...

There is a book that describes a woman who is beautiful, but she can only imagine how beautiful she is. But the person in front of her probably belongs to such a character. Song Beiyun claims to be a big shot among women, and like Princess Zuo Rou and even A Qiao, they are very beautiful girls. However, this woman's appearance is like a silver bottle bursting, even making the whole house shine brightly.

"Wait!" Song Beiyun turned his head: "Let me go slowly."

"I'm very pretty, right?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded: "Mainly, I am really lustful."

The woman laughed: "Young brother is really good at praising people."

After he took a while, he was mentally prepared when he turned around, so he naturally became less uncomfortable. However, he still moved a stool and sat down without sitting on the bed.

"Do you ask first or I ask first?" Song Beiyun looked at her: "You know, we both have a lot of questions to ask."

“laddy fast.”

Song Beiyun coughed and laughed: "If you don't know, don't force it. That's laddy first..."

The girl was also embarrassed. She didn't even pretend to be mocked...

"I'll ask first." She frowned and said, "Don't laugh."

Song Beiyun nodded repeatedly: "You ask."

"I……"

Maybe there are too many problems or maybe it's too excited. She opened her mouth but lost her speech. She didn't know where to start for a while. When Song Beiyun saw her appearance, he probably knew why, so he shook his head and said, "I'll do it."

"All right……"

Song Beiyun sighed and said, "What's your name? Here."

"Miaoyan, just a flower name, I'm a chicken." Miaoyan knelt on the bed and said helplessly: "I just came and wandered to the brothel. What should you do if you ask me to do?"

"Don't emphasize this... this doesn't matter." Song Beiyun touched his chin and pondered for a moment: "Where is the real name?"

"Zou Jiajia." Miaoyan nodded and said, "My hometown is from Guangdong. When I came, I was studying for a university in Harbin and was a sophomore."

"Then you have to call me brother. I have been graduating from college for ten years. What did you study?"

Miaoyan was a little helpless: "Computer..."

"Hahahaha...that's really useless."

"Isn't that true?" Miaoyan sighed: "What about you?"

"Chemical."

"I envy my real name..."

In fact, the topic was suddenly interrupted. Both of them said a lot, but they really didn't know which angle to start talking.

It took a long time before they began to tell their own stories seriously. Unlike Song Beiyun, Zou Jiajia's fate was obviously illegitimate. As soon as she came here, she found that she was a girl carefully selected and raised by a brothel. She had read many time travel novels and never thought that one day she would encounter such a thing.

As a modern person, she obviously wants to resist. Although it is slightly different from Song Beiyun's resistance, after years of her step-by-step efforts, she finally mastered the actual management rights of this pleasure boat in the past two years. It was also the most important figure who took a fancy to her and handed over the management rights to her.

"You've been played with?"

"No... that person seems a bit abnormal." Miaoyan shook his head and said, "He asked me not to ask anything, just make money with peace of mind. When he spoke, his voice was a bit similar to those father-in-law in the TV series. Although he was not a mother, he was particularly gloomy."

"It's OK, that person is a father-in-law." Song Beiyun slapped the table: "It seems that the scripts we have all have something to do with eunuchs. You are taking the chicken version of the palace, and I am taking the beggar version of the orphan Zhao."

"What does it mean?" Miaoyan tilted his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "What do you mean is someone who arranged it?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are safe or not." Song Beiyun sighed, "By the way, tell me why you came to me in this way?"

"You copied someone's poems, right? Qinyuanchun, two poems."

"Ann..." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Did you see it?"

"Yeah." Miaoyan nodded and said, "You don't know how excited I was when I saw it! I have been insomnia for half a month. If I can't find you this time, I will redeem myself and go outside to find you."

"You are not lucky." Song Beiyun leaned against the bed railing: "Let's stop chatting, there is not much time. Let's quickly integrate the information on both sides."

"good!"

Miaoyan got off the bed, and although she was wearing thin clothes, she was not transparent and unexposed, which made Song Beiyun feel a little disappointed...

"By the way, did you perform your sexy look just now?" Song Beiyun sat at the table and took out the paper and pen and said, "It's delicious."

"Hi... just do it and love it." Miaoyan sat on the chair: "It's a chicken, basic operation. Sometimes I think that if I really can't find my way home, I will find a way to sneak into the palace and try to be his mother's queen of Song."

"Don't let it go, you'll die, and you'll die very miserably." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Don't bring things from time travel novels here, be honest. You can be a manager. To put it bluntly, it's up to you that you have advanced management skills. Do you really think that our bare commander can compete with a dynasty?"
Chapter completed!