Chapter 56 56. It’s time to make money

Yun Yao paused, put down the wooden box, and opened the box alone without letting the two of them get close.

There is actually a bow inside.

The bronze bow body is like a crescent moon, and the gold-inlaid bow surface is engraved with complex patterns. The arrow-nocking point at the end of the string is also symmetrically golden.

The entire bow did not have too many decorations and just lay quietly in the box. However, when Yun Yao came closer, he felt a murderous aura.

Yunyao looked at little Aqing and asked, "Do you know this bow?"

"I don't know," little A-Qing shook his head, and then said, "But it must have been sent by my brother, because I recognize the rope."

Yunyao picked up the rope that tied the sack. Its weaving method was very unique, complex and strong. It was more like some kind of national decoration than a rope.

She asked in surprise: "You have a brother? Then why are you wandering outside alone?"

Little Aqing crossed his fingers guiltily, lowered his head and said, "My brother is lost."

Yunyao:.

She sighed, closed the box, and moved it to Yun Qing's room. The more she thought about it, the more outrageous she felt.

She actually turned over the lost little A-Qing to be her younger brother, and her own brother even came to her door to give her gifts.

What a sin.

The day of Yu An’s exam soon arrived.

Little Aqing deliberately packed his things early and sent Yu An to take the exam with Yun Yao.

When they arrived at the Imperial College, little Aqing patted Yu An's leg and said, "Brother-in-law, don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you don't get first place in the exam. I'm still at home."

Yu An bent down, flicked his head, and left silently.

Little Aqing pouted, rubbed his forehead in dissatisfaction, and was led by Yun Yao to go to school.

Master Zhou was greeting the students at the door. When he saw Yun Qing coming, he shuddered.

Little Aqing didn't realize it and said obediently: "Good morning, Master."

Then he skipped into the classroom carrying his small bundle.

It was still early, so Yun Yao was going to pick out a ring for Lan Lan first, and then come back to pick up the kids at home.

As a result, she sadly discovered that she did not have enough money.

At least not enough to buy a good wrench.

If you don't have enough money, just make it. Anyway, she will never wrong herself.

So Yunyao took a step forward and wandered around the nearby shopping streets to see if there were any opportunities to make money.

There are all luxury goods around here, and many royal merchants are here. During the time he came to Kyoto, Yun Yao had not seen this place well.

Different from the hustle and bustle of the market, there is something a bit rich and charming here.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly saw a long queue in front of me. The queue was surprisingly long and turned several corners.

Yun Yao walked aside curiously and found that everyone was wearing masks.

Before I had time to see what kind of shop this was, there was a sudden sound of gongs, and then a crowd of people suddenly rushed up.

Yun Yao was suddenly squeezed into the crowd. The people in front were still beating gongs. Yun Yao looked up and found that this was Qingfeng Pavilion.

No need to think about it, it must be that kind of place.

She was so squeezed that her feet almost left the ground, and she quickly said to the person next to her: "Can you let me out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly pushed forward crazily. Although the door was not too narrow, it felt like it would be overcrowded in front of such a large flow of people.

"Ah!" Yun Yao didn't move at all and was actually taken in directly by the crowd.

No, then what is the point of these people lining up?

The style in this Qingfeng Pavilion is not Qingfeng at all.

The gorgeous hexagonal prism can be seen from the first floor to the third floor, with two fiery red birds painted on it.

There is a stage in front of the first floor, and the surrounding windows are all closed. There is a circle of red lanterns hung, and many red silks are intertwined with each other. The air is filled with the scent of gouache, which is not pungent, but has a charming smell.

That's assuming it's not so crowded.

The second and third floors are all a circle of closed rooms, which should be for receiving guests or, uh, resting places for the staff.

Yun Yao was not in the mood to think about this. She really wanted to go out. She was a serious young woman.

Unfortunately, there were too many people here, and she was squeezed into the very back, with no possibility of getting out.

Fortunately, she was no longer squeezed so hard that her feet were off the ground.

The crowd was noisy, including men and women, talking about something they didn't know.

Several candles on the stage were lit, emitting red light under the red silk, adding a touch of sentimentality.

A man in red is sitting on the stage with a guzheng in front of him.

He was wearing a mask and his clothes were hung loosely around him, and the outermost layer of gauze couldn't even cover his farts.

The people around him were all excited when they saw him, and they all wanted to pounce on him. Yun Yao was so irritated by the crowd that he almost lost his temper.

Several men in black stepped forward. They were all tall and strong, with faces that said they were not to be trifled with, and they threw down everyone who jumped at them.

The man in red moved, his slender fingers stroked the strings, his thin lips were slightly opened, and his voice was gentle and seductive: "Thank you for your compliments, let's play something elegant today."

The people below were excited, and the woman next to her was so excited that her neck turned red.

The man in red continued: "I will play a song later and ask you to compose a poem and comment on the villain's song. If there is any poem that suits my liking, I will invite the guest who wrote the poem to join me.

Gather alone in the wing."

The crowd was boiling again, and the man in black placed a circle of pen and paper on the edge of the stage.

The man in red raised his lips and played the guzheng lightly, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

He paused and began his performance.

He is indeed a superb harp player. He plays with ease and leisurely, and a sound of notes pours out from his fingertips, which is full of sadness and graceful sighs.

After a song, it is like a lingering sound that lingers for three days.

The people in the audience showed expressions of enjoyment. It took a long time for them to react and rushed forward to write poems.

Yun Yao thought she could escape because she was standing in a remote place. Unexpectedly, the woman next to her saw her slim appearance and thought she couldn't squeeze through, so she insisted on helping her.

She was already strong, so she put her arm around Yunyao's waist and said righteously: "Sisters! You have to fight for a good man by yourself!"

Then she yelled, shielded Yun Yao by her side, and forced her way to the front.

Yunyao: I thank you.

The people behind him had resentful expressions on their faces, and Yun Yao felt like a light on his back.

It was so crowded that she had to write something, or the people behind her would beat her to death one by one.

How could Yun Yao know how to compose poetry? She scratched her head irritably and started writing.

"This song is so awesome. I was already terminally ill. When I heard this song, I felt like I had taken an elixir. My waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, my mouth is no longer crooked, and my whole body is full of strength!"

"If a powerful enemy invades a hundred years from now, please play this song on my grave. I will break out of the soil and emerge from my country to repel the powerful enemy. Remember not to nail the coffin too tightly, I'm afraid I won't be able to lift it.

come out."

After Yun Yao finished writing this paragraph, he put down his pen gracefully, turned around and stepped aside.

Don't even think about getting out, there's no way you can get out.
Chapter completed!