Chapter 224 The God of Killing at the Door

Hao Wenzhu was seventeen years old. As one of the famous prostitutes in Nanzhili, she was not as famous as Xue Wuer. She was full of energy. Her beauty was very restrained and famous for her literary talent. There were many people dating with her in the six ministries of Nanjing and Hanlin Academy. Wang Shizhen, the newly appointed prefect of Yingtian, also admired her name. She visited her several times and wrote poems and sang and answered each other. She was a friend of poetry and books.

These days she gave up all kinds of rewards and read the song book sent by Cao Yuanyang in the house. She was deeply fascinated by the story. She really felt a sigh of relief. When she read it, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

You know, the good official describes the love story of people, gods, ghosts and demons. In this era, it is definitely the most contemporary. Just like the "Embroidered Picture of the Chinese Ghost Story: Nie Xiaoqian" sold to Deyifang in Daxing County. I don't know how many copies I sold, but I made the old shop owner Zhao's shop owner full of money and was very happy. I always brag about him to know people with a keen eye. Only his nephew Zhao Fuchen couldn't help but curl his lips in the dark, thinking that the uncle of the country almost let you spend three cents.

No matter what, the name of the good official, Yusanren, can be said to be the idol in the hearts of the girls in the boudoir. So that's it! As long as the good official is willing to write and use his Yusanren's name to sell lyrics and songs, if you don't say it, you can definitely sell it for a few thousand taels of silver. At this price, you are definitely the literati with the highest royalties in the Ming Dynasty.

The song book written by the good official was entangled by Cao Yuanyang. The title of this book can be called "The Embroidered Picture of the Chinese Ghost Story: The White Fox". The beginning of the book is: "The Evil, I want to know you, and I will live a long life without end... Then, from the perspective of God, I wrote a love story between a scholar and a white fox, and added the familiar gentleman country of Shanhai Jing, which is known as the scholar. This gentleman with a sword and a scholar formed an entangled love triangle, which is written in a lingering and sad way, and is definitely the killer of the girl in the boudoir. If you don't cry after reading it, you are embarrassed to say that you are a woman.

This is definitely a precedent for the Ming Dynasty. You should know that even if there are people who describe love triangles in this era, they are all men and two women who like it. However, no one has ever written that two men like a woman. Even if that woman is a demon, this routine is definitely the only way to impress women. Who is a girl who is not in love with her? The good official thinks that the routine he learned from Grandma Qiong Yao is definitely a good person in the Ming Dynasty.

Without any surprise, Hao everyone was obviously trapped in. They were foolish and cried and laughed and often thought that they were the white fox in the book, which made the maid named Shimo so nervous that she couldn't help but blame Cao everyone for making this weird book for their own lady, which made the lady so stupid.

This morning, everyone Hao came together and after washing up, they studied in the courtyard pavilion. There was a pool of live water in her courtyard. Although it was small, it was more elegant and the pavilion was small and cute. She sat lazily on the rattan chair holding the handwritten white fox. Hao seemed to have a little soul, and the three-legged incense burner next to her had a faint fragrance. Although it was midsummer, when you smell the faint fragrance, you would feel cool and calm.

"Miss, how beautiful this book is!" Shi Mo was fourteen or five years old, and has been with Hao Wenzhu for three or four years. He has a pretty cute personality and has a pair of big apricot-core eyes. "They are coming and going, they are all turned to pieces. The maid looked at her twice, but she didn't think there was anything surprising."

Later generations of philosophers said [I want to have a servant. I admire me very much, but I am not very sure what article I did]. To put it bluntly, I hope that there is an uneducated worship of him. This principle has actually been like this from ancient times to the present. For example, the maid next to Hao, the name of Fengya and Shimo. Unfortunately, no matter how much I take care of the brush and ink, I don’t know, but I don’t understand. How can I see that this book is directed to the hearts of people, or, in other words, the huge article that points to the hearts of demented literary women.

Hao Wenzhu ignored her maid and just sighed quietly. She couldn't help but be curious about Yusanren who wrote this song. How is this a strange man who knows women?

Although she is a master and acts very rationally, she is quite cold-hearted and does not ask about foreign affairs. Otherwise, she would have heard of the rumors that Yusanren was Zheng Guojiu of the day. As for those literati who sang poems with her, who would have said this specifically, wouldn’t it be a shame for us to be a serious literati? The fourteen-year-old uncle could write such a bizarre and tortuous song book, but we who were the Jinshi and the Taoist officials who were ranked first could not write it.

It is not embarrassing to write singing books in this era. Didn’t Sheng'an Gong, who was the top scholar at the age of 23, also write singing books? You know, Yang Shen was nicknamed Shuxian in the Ming Dynasty, and his status was similar to that of Su Shi in the Song Dynasty. Even Shuxian wrote singing books, so what was so embarrassing?

Therefore, Hao Wenzhu really didn't know that this Yusanren was the uncle of Zheng Guoguo in the current dynasty.

Hao is good at writing and singing and dancing. He has a profound attainment in singing and dancing. Otherwise, Cao Yuanyang would not have thought of Hao Wenzhu for a while when he said this. Now this song book is to be composed into song and dance, and the song book is to be written, but he cannot write this dance. Therefore, Cao Yuanyang asked Hao Wenzhu to write it out. At that time, he must not lose face to our sisters.

The more I read it, the more I feel about the characters in the book. Slowly, some dance moves took shape in my heart. However, in the end, these dance main lines that required a running through the whole life, she was still a little unsure. She sat in the pavilion today, but in her mind there were scenes of dancing. Finally, she subconsciously got up and danced in the pavilion.

Once she is immersed in the world of dance, her senses of the outside world will be greatly diluted. This is like later generations saying that when a scientist is studying a topic, you can also chew the bread in his hand into his mouth without any sense of consciousness. As the saying goes, you can't become a Buddha without being crazy.

The more she danced, the more anxious she became, she turned into a white fox in the book. When she danced to the end, she felt something like a white fox dancing in front of her lover. She danced to the depths and fell to the ground sadly... she was gone in the blue smoke!

Hao everyone was covered in tears. This was called too deeply involved in the entertainment industry in later generations. She finally woke up from that state. When she raised her eyes, she saw a pretty face with a clear outline. She was stunned and quickly wiped her tears with her fingertips, "Why is Sister Wu'er coming? Wenwen is rude."

Xue Wuer wore a bright red Shu brocade long skirt today, like a ball of flame. If someone else wore this color, it would definitely be vulgar. But when worn on her, it would be like the most dazzling rose among the flowers. No wonder she could win the head of the Nanzhili courtesan for five consecutive years. She really has the capital.

If it were normal, Xue Wuer would have reached out to wipe Hao Wenzhu's forehead. Maybe she would have joked, "Sister, can you miss your lover?" However, she really didn't have that interest today. Yesterday, the young man cut off Yuhua Cong with a sword and kept lingering in her mind. He tossed and turned at midnight. In the dream, the young man held a sword, his eyes were like lightning, and a sword came from the west, and the immortal flying from the sky...

The sword pierced into her body and woke her up from her dream. Then, she was ashamed to find that the crotch was wet...

As a saying goes, Ms. Xue used a sword and a slingshot to play with the scholars and ministers in Jiangnan, thinking that these were all weak men like women, not worth a visit, but the good official cut off the Yuhua Censor with one sword, and the male hormones stimulated her.

To put it bluntly, it is that Ms. Xue is in heat.

In fact, this is not uncommon. What you can't get is the best, just like the literati think that wives are not as good as concubines, concubines are not as good as prostitutes, and prostitutes are not as good as stealing. Prostitutes also believe that those who spend money to give money are not as good as those who don't spend money are not as good as those who don't spend money are not as good as those who don't spend money are not as good as those who want them to pay, and those who want them to pay for it are better to call them ***.

This statement may be vulgar, but it is actually the truth. I am used to seeing the scribes and the sword of the good official who are used to flattering him by the scribes and officials is like a lion who is so at ease that he eats the prey hunted by the lion, and then roars twice to tell all the animals in the territory that I have the final say here.

Like the famous Guangling scholar Lu Bi, who had been very close to Xue Wu for a while, but unfortunately, his behavior was indeed inconspicuous yesterday, so he let him enter the fifth floor for a while. The madam politely asked the editor of the History Museum to leave. Lu Bi also knew that he was very embarrassed at that time and left dejectedly, and he couldn't help but hate the young man to death.

The prostitute on the fifth floor is named Wu Niang, and Xue Wu is really in harmony with each other. She was also a famous prostitute who was very popular in Yingtian Mansion. She was only 34 years old this year and was the same person as the famous prostitute Ma Xianglan. She was pressed by Ma Xianglan back then. Until Ma Xianglan lived in seclusion at the age of 26, immediately, she felt that there was no nostalgia for the prostitute world without Ma Xianglan, and she also got rid of her own origins. In that year, she adopted Xue Susu and bought the fifth floor. Of course, it was not called the fifth floor at that time.

After a few years, Xue Wu became famous and became the leader of the prostitute in the Nanzhili prostitute world. This Wu Niang was also proud and thought to herself that you, Ma Xianglan, were overwhelmed by me at the beginning, but now you, the owner of Youlan Pavilion, are not as good as my disciple.

However, this situation changed in the spring of the eleventh year of Wanli, that is, this year. This statement starts with Wang Shizhen entering the Nandu for the prefecture of Yingtian. Wang Shizhen and Wang Zhideng were good friends. When he became the prefect of Yingtian, he naturally had to bring Qing a friend. Who is Wang Zhideng? Suzhou famous scholars were also Wen Zhengming's student, and Ma Xianglan's lover. In the spring of this year, Wang Shizhen invited Wang Zhideng to the Nandu and organized the Nanping Society. Although Wang Zhideng was a commoner, he suddenly became the leader of the entire Jiangnan literati. Even the Hanlin Academy Shuji scholars had to bend down to salute and call Mr. Zhideng.

This is equivalent to the later president stepping down, but he still has the title of the party chairman. The president on the stage will also salute the chairman when he sees the chairman. This is probably the same thing. At this time, the power of the literati can be seen.

The story of the owner of Youlan Pavilion Ma Xianglan and Wang Zhideng was well known to the world. Later, because Wang Zhideng was disagreeing with Xu Jie, the cabinet master, and called himself a mountain man. This means that I will no longer be an official, but even if the literati of the Ming Dynasty were not an official, they could influence the government affairs. For example, Wang Zhideng, who once served as an aide to Yuan Wei, a cabinet master in Jiajing, and also worked as a secret cabinet proofreader. Although he was later kicked out of Beijing by Xu Jie, the cabinet master, but he was still very famous in Jiangnan. Besides, he is still a fellow villager of the current assistant Shen Shixing. This was one of the three major ties in the Ming Dynasty.

As a result, Wu Niang on the fifth floor was depressed. When Wang Zhideng first arrived in Nanjing, Ma Xianglan organized a huge poetry meeting. There were endless scholars coming to support the show, and the numbers of famous prostitutes were even pulled by boat instead of counting one by one. It is conceivable that the appeal of the owner of Youlan Pavilion was. Xue Wuer, who had been the first in Nanzhili for five consecutive years, had to go to support his senior Ma Xianglan. How could Wu Niang feel?

In theory, famous prostitutes in their thirties are really old-fashioned, but in the Ming Dynasty, prostitutes are a kind of culture and reach a certain level. Not to mention being in their thirties, it is not uncommon to still have strong connections in their thirties.

Therefore, Wu Niang has been in a panic since spring. Yesterday, the good official slashed Yu Huacong's horse head with a sword. Lu Bi screamed in surprise, which made Wu Niang feel unhappy. To put it bluntly, it is the kind of resentment that I didn't meet a good man. Like Lu Bi, although he is also a famous scholar, he is much worse than Wang Zhideng, who studied under Wen Zhengming. In addition, his performance is not good, so Wu Niang thinks, Su Su! A silly daughter, this man should be driven away and thrown away. It doesn't matter if he is older or ugly, but the key is to be famous, just like Wang Zhideng.

At this time, Wang Zhideng was already forty-seven years old, and he was indeed an old man, but the Ming Dynasty did not pay attention to this. It was not uncommon for the eighty-year-old groom and eighteen-Niang. The key was to be famous. In Wu Niang's opinion, it was good to be like Wang Shizhen. Although the prefect of Yingtian was indeed older, he was fifty-five years old. It would be better to snatch Wang Zhideng over and let me vent my anger.

But Xue Wu and Female Xue couldn't listen to Wu Niang's words now, so they ran to Hao Wenzhu's yard to relax. Hao Wenzhu also registered on the fifth floor, which was a red card on the fifth floor, which was commensurate with the Xue Wu sisters.

She looked at Hao Wenzhu with tears in her face, and unexpectedly did not make jokes like she was usually accustomed to. Instead, she sighed quietly, took Hao Wenzhu's hand and said, "Sister Wenwen, I'll drink with my sister, okay!"

Hao Wenzhu hesitated for a moment and nodded. Xue Wu laughed and sat down while holding her hand, calling her personal maid, "Sanqi, hurry up, bring the wine."

The two of them savored wine in the pavilion. There were few green smoke next to them and cicadas chirping in the yard, which was quite artistic.

"Sister, I met a young man yesterday and killed my jade flower with one sword..." After drinking a few glasses of wine, Xue Wu's cheeks were flushed and beautiful. His cherry lips were lightly opened, and he told him what happened yesterday. When the maid Sanqi next to him heard it, he was still a little shocked at this time, as if the sword like a thunderous sword was still in front of him, "Miss, stop talking about it. The maid was shocked at that time. That guy must be a child of a noble family. He has been a martial artsman since elementary school. Maybe he really killed someone..."

As we were talking here, a tender laugh came from outside the yard, "Wenwen, I brought you the real person." As we spoke, everyone Cao dragged Zheng Guguan into the garden.
Chapter completed!