She had a look of joy and expectation on her face and whispered: "There is a performance by the courtesan sister today. I just happened to finish the work here during the day. We can secretly take a look when we have time..."

“The courtesan’s performance?”

In his arms, it was the first time Du Bai walked out of the small room after entering the dream and saw the scene outside.

Not surprisingly, this place should be Yuanyang City, but looking at the style of both houses and boats, it should be at least fifty or sixty years ago, this also confirms his guess.

After leaving the door, the sound became more noisy and harsh. Even Du Bai, who was possessed, could feel a little uncomfortable. It can be seen how bad the things brought to Yue Ning, so they were very annoying in the dream.

Most of the people passing by were vague and could not see it very clearly. After all, it was because of the reflection of the dream. However, all this was real for the girl holding the flower pot, so she carefully lowered her head and avoided the guests and girls who were passing by her occasionally, for fear that someone would see her ugly face.

After walking so carefully for a while, entering a spacious room, Du Bai finally saw the appearance of the courtesan in his dream.

To be honest, neither appearance nor talent is as good as Yue Ning himself, but he also has a unique gentle and gorgeous attitude. He is a rare beauty, so he has attracted the attention of countless people and rewards are endless. Whenever a song and dance, there are thunderous applause and loud shouts.

The girl naturally was not qualified to stand down the stage and watch it openly. She hid in an empty corner, poked her head, looked at the beautiful courtesan on the stage with longing and enviousness, and whispered: "It would be great if I could be as beautiful as her... If I could also become a courtesan, then I would be loved by everyone, and I had many friends..."

At the same time, a young master in brocade stood up surrounded by several servants, looked up at the courtesan on the stage, as if he was rich but elegant, and bowed slightly: "I am willing to pay a hundred taels of silver. As long as you dance alone for me, what do you think?"

"Hiss! One hundred taels?"

"so much!"

"I am worthy of being the young master of a wealthy family..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, looking at the young master in surprise and envy. After all, one hundred taels have been enough for an ordinary family to live without worries about food and clothing for ten years!

However, if you can really use this hundred taels of silver to buy the favor of the courtesan, it may be very worth it for these rich people.

And they also guessed that the courtesan would agree. After all, they could earn 100 taels of silver by just dancing a dance. As long as they were unwilling to do anything else, wouldn't that be sure to make a profit?

However, the courtesan shook his head slightly to everyone's surprise: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm quite interested in the way of poetry recently..."

"Poetry?!" The young master in Jinyi was stunned. It was okay to ask him to pay, but let him do something and do something, that was just making things difficult for him!

At this moment, a maid suddenly heard a little excited voice from the door: "Young Master Jiang is here!"

The young man in Jinyi immediately saw the courtesan who had just rejected him and immediately turned his happy and expectant eyes to the direction of the door. His slightly curved eyes were flashing like a girl's sensation of spring love, and his smile made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a pound of flies.

He is not qualified to say anything more because...

"Is it that famous and talented young master Jiang?"

"It should be true. If it were an ordinary person named Jiang, how could this courtesan react so much!" someone shook his head and said.

"Yes, I'm afraid only Mr. Jiang, who is famous for his literary reputation. It is said that a poem he wrote casually a few days ago was noticed by the current emperor. He seemed to be quite fond of it, and might be about to become famous!" Several other people agreed and nodded deeply in agreement, which seemed not surprising.

Du Bai was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized. If it were calculated according to the timeline, it seemed that the moment when the old emperor was obsessed with poetry was in power. No wonder there was such a ridiculous thing as an official because of a poem.

However, this situation may only last for the time when the emperor was in power. After his son came to power, those who stayed behind to eat empty salaries and did not contribute had no good ending.

Then, in the eyes of the crowd, a handsome young literati came in. It seemed that Mr. Jiang...

What surprised Du Bai was that the girl Ningyue's eyes secretly followed his steps, and the look of admiration, yearning but inferiority was revealed, which immediately made him a little clear.

In this era, it is normal for her to like this literary master, but this is not a good thing. Because the identity gap between the two is too big, her intention is destined to fail...

The Young Master Jiang had never noticed that there was a girl's admiration for him in the corner, or that at this moment, his attention had been all focused on the beauty of the courtesan on the stage who was also shyly looking at him.

After all, which woman present can be better than this courtesan?

Looking at the back of Mr. Jiang and the courtesan who were talking intimately and walking away gradually, the girl Ningyue withdrew her gaze in a sense of loss, and her mood became increasingly depressed, and she turned around and walked outside.

She actually knew that she was not worthy of the young master at all, but she could not help but have some unrealistic expectations in her heart.

The picture flashed, and she had returned to the boat and was walking towards the familiar dark little room.

However, at a corner, she was stunned for a moment and accidentally bumped into the person coming from the side and fell to the ground in a mess. If the flower pot was not in her arms, the plant would have been broken.

This flower was her only friend. She hugged it tightly with fear and did not dare to let go easily, even though her palm had already broken a few blood marks.

And at this moment, a scolding full of anger sounded, but the voice unexpectedly sounded familiar: "Which room is the maid from? Why are you so careless when walking! If Mr. Jiang's clothes are dirty, you can't afford to sell you!"

This sound...

and……

"Young Master Jiang?"

The girl Ningyue was slightly stunned, and she raised her head in a panic in disbelief. What she saw were indeed two familiar figures.

It was the courtesan and the young master Jiang who left together before!
Chapter completed!