Jiang Yunhe sat in front of the window, holding a book in his hand and watching with relish.

The scenery outside the window is just right, and the sound of the piano echoes in the room, looking free and carefree.

"Young Master, this ice-good lotus seed is the best to relieve heat. If you don't drink ice, it will melt!" A woman whispered.

"Okay!" Jiang Yunhe smiled, picked up the teacup and sucked it gently, and the woman tactfully turned the pages for him.

Smelling the faint fragrance beside him, Jiang Yunhe chanted softly:

"The flowers and green curtains are left, the fragrance is added to the red sleeves, and I always hate the shallow spring. The south wind blows wine and the jade rainbow turns over, so I can bear to listen, and the sound of the strings breaks.

I rode the phoenix fan and walked in the light of the waves. Fortunately, I was in the Qingchi Liangguan. I came to the book and lychee. I asked my slender hands, who would pass on the ice bowl."

"Ah! Young Master, come and write it down with paper and pen." The woman exclaimed, covered her mouth with a palm fan, and ran quickly to find the pen and ink.

"No hurry, no hurry, I will chant you if you like it." Jiang Yunhe laughed.

"I like what the young master said." The woman's eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia, like water, which could melt people into it.

Jiang Yunhe looked at her delicate curves behind her, and was amazed in her heart.

He likes this kind of environment. Not only are the women here proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but they are mostly one or two, and they are very informative and interesting. No wonder those talented and high-ranking officials in ancient times liked to run to brothels.

Moreover, many women are well-read in poetry and books, and it is said that there are also brothel women who help the scholars take the exam to get the exam, which shows that.

Moreover, these women have a lot of books, including love novels, biography of tourists, poems, songs, and records of the court.

"Hey, how do you pronounce this word?" Jiang Yunhe looked down at the page and suddenly asked.

"Young Master, let's take a look." Another woman poked her head out from behind him, looked at the word Jiang Yunhe pointed at, and smiled and said, "Young Master is testing me? I know this word, Nian Zhuo, means tall and prominent. There is a word called Zhuobi Yunhan."

Jiang Yunhe stroked the woman's face and smiled gently, "Bing'er is indeed considerate."

...

Jiang Yunhe thinks that learning calligraphy and reading books is also a good place to learn.

For three days, Jiang Yunhe has never even left the yard of the brothel. He practices from 3:00 to 5:00 in the morning and 3:00 to 5:00 in the afternoon. Other times are reading, learning characters, and listening to music. Instead, he does not drink and have fun all day as outsiders think.

Several women were so anxious, but Jiang Yunhe was different. He was young, handsome, talented, good at studying, and a standard romantic talent.

Instead, he fell in love with Jiang Yunhe even more.

Another woman laid out the paper, ground the pen and ink, and asked Jiang Yunhe to read it again.

After copying, I put the ink mark aside and sighed, "It's only the long and short love that is always."

Jiang Yunhe smiled and said, "I'm just drunk now."

"I have a drink today and I am drunk today. What is the full text?" Bing'er's eyes shone and she asked repeatedly.

"Tomorrow is so sad..." Jiang Yunhe picked up Bing'er with his back hand and laughed: "Tomorrow is so sad!"

...

After a night passed, Jiang Yunhe pulled himself out of the pile of jade bodies, and first practiced for two hours as usual. When he opened his eyes, Bing'er was already combing his hair.

A maid next to him brought water to wash.

These girls are really raised like ladies from home, with a small building alone, the second floor is a living room, the first floor is a servant and a maid, and her jade hands are not touched by the spring water.

"Young Master, if you think of me in the future, take out this hairpin and take a look. If you miss me so much, come back to see me."

After washing up, Bing'er picked a hairpin with jade inlaid with gems from her head and stuffed it into Jiang Yunhe's hand.

Jiang Yunhe looked at the hairpin in his hand. This was the most valuable piece of jewelry on the girl.

This girl is only sixteen years old and just opened the pavilion. Where did she get the money? If she couldn't get the hairpin, it was bought by the madam.

"Young master, don't refuse..." Bing'er saw Jiang Yunhe staring at the hairpin and not speaking, and gently opened her red lips.

"How can I refuse the gift Bing'er gave me? Seeing things is like seeing people. When I see this hairpin, I will see Bing'er." Jiang Yunhe smiled.

Seeing Bing'er smiling, Jiang Yunhe carefully put the hairpin in his bag.

When I left, I received several gifts, including two handkerchiefs and three books.

The package was larger than the package Jiang Yunhe had when he came.

After leaving the gate, he turned his head and saw several women. Jiang Yunhe waved his hand and got on the carriage in front of him.

"Brother Jiang's beauty is really good. I'm envious of my brother." Chen Dongdao could hear it clearly outside, and the smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

He threw so much money into Jinzhi Pavilion, but he never enjoyed this treatment.

This is not a matter of money. Can a smiley face show off and compare to this feeling?

Jiang Yunhe shook his head slightly, took out three spiritual beads that were slightly larger than his nails and handed them to Chen Dongdao.

"Brother, please transfer this to them after changing the money. If they have something to ask for, please help me."

This spirit bead is equivalent to three hundred taels of silver, and the purchasing power of one tael of silver is equivalent to about one thousand dollars in modern times. These two beads are equivalent to nine hundred thousand.

"Then you might as well buy them, take them with you, and travel with beauty, which is also a beautiful thing." Chen Dong said.

"I don't know where I'm going yet... and I'm not a member of the same place, why go all the way? It's not a good thing for them." Jiang Yunhe said.

"Brother Jiang is not old, so I can see it so thoroughly! Brother Jiang hasn't been out of the yard for a few days, and I'm still worried that you, a boy, Mu Ai, will be addicted to it!" Chen Dongdao gave a thumbs up.

Of course, Jiang Yunhe knew that embarking on the path of cultivation was different from ordinary people.

Even if the practitioners have close contact with mortals, they can run a house business in the county like Chen Dongdao.

Lifespan is a problem.

As long as a practitioner reaches Yongquan, his life span will be 150 years old, and the Qihai will be 200 years old.

The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years.

Both sides are not the same person.

"But Brother Jiang should be careful later. Yu'er's face has not looked very good these days." Chen Dongdao said with a smile again.

...

"Hmph!" When Liu Yuer saw the carriage coming, she snorted coldly and put down the curtain.

Both carriages are one head higher than ordinary horses, and their four hooves are even scaled. The carriage is also not an ordinary person. They travel thousands of miles a day without any bumps.

In the evening, several people got off the bus and rested for a while.

Liu Yu'er rolled her eyes a few times, but Jiang Yunhe looked like she was not seeing her. She looked at the surrounding scenery, making Liu Yu'er's teeth itchy.

After a while, Liu Yuer couldn't help it and said angrily: "I thought you were addicted to beauty and forgot to set off."

"Oh, my memory. There is a singer who sings for three days, and the echoes are endless, which makes me obsessed for a long time. I care about myself and lingering every day, but I forgot that it is mine. I will definitely bring fellow Taoist next time!" Jiang Yunhe smiled.

"Shameless!" Liu Yu'er became even more angry and her face turned red.

After a while, I couldn't help asking: "It sounds so nice? I've been wandering around for three days? Is there endless echoes?"

"It sounds very nice, but unfortunately my face was ruined, which makes people feel pity." Jiang Yunhe said.

"What's going on?" Yu'er asked repeatedly.

Then Jiang Yunhe told her a tragic story about the tragedy that caused her tragedy due to jealousy.

It made Yu'er feel very sorry: "What a pity."

He sighed again: "It turns out that human heart is like a ghost."

Liu Yuer inexplicably sympathized with the singer who had her face ruined.

"Yes, human hearts are unpredictable." The two of them sighed in words and sentences.
Chapter completed!