It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 50

Miss Liu's family is twenty-eight years old this year. She was born more beautiful and more fragrant than jade. She used to be raised in a deep boudoir, but now she is a bird before Wang Xietang and flew into the homes of ordinary people.

But even if Liu Zhi was reduced to this land of fireworks, from a nobleman to a fourth-class pariah, no one could see it if he wanted to.

First of all, there must be consistent copper coins as a stepping stone, so that there is a chance to step into Liu Zhi's boudoir, but there is a curtain in the middle when you see Liu Zhi. As for how to get Liu Zhi out of the curtain, pour a glass of wine for you, and say a few words, it all depends on the individual's ability. Poems and songs, how you can manage the world and peace, as long as you make Miss Liu happy and Miss Liu happy, she will say the last sentence lazily.

Today, the slave family is tired, and please ask the young master to come back tomorrow.

Then you come over tomorrow, and if you want to meet, you still need copper coins, and so on and so forth, whether you can meet in the end or not, you have to resign yourself to fate. In the end, if you want to go to the mandarin duck bed together, you have to come up with a huge amount of money.

What is the concept of consistent copper coins? Consistently equal to one tael of silver, four or five is the annual cost of an ordinary farmer.

But even so, there are still a steady stream of people who want to spend money. There are some psychological factors in it, similar to what is not available is always restless, and those who are favored are fearless.

But in fact, it's the same thing. After three or five times, it doesn't make much sense. No matter how high the carmine is now, it will be the same as the girls in this hall.

The story of the so-called talented and beautiful woman, just listen to it, not so much romantic to tell others.

But at least today, carmine is still held high.

People like Xu Mao and others all came for carmine. If anyone can win the heart of a beautiful woman, it will be a great honor. But so far, no one has been able to do it.

Xu Mao called Gui Gong, put a piece of silk cloth on the tray, and carefully placed a letter. Ask in a reverent tone: Ask Miss Carmine if you are free today.

Falling into the land of dust, generally do not use their real name, humiliating their ancestors, so even if everyone knows the name of Carmine, no one calls it Liu Zhi.

The price of silk cloth is about the same, and it can be used as money. This is what the Wuling boy said when he was fighting for his head. There is a small poem in the letter, which is still highly regarded by scholars and scholars in this era. As for whether this poem was written by Xu Mao himself or bought with money, it is hard to say.

The turtle slave walked around the hall, and there were probably such things on the tray, which meant that they were compared with each other. No fight, no grab, carmine does not have such great charm.

Cheng Dalei wanted to see Carmine Red, he needed to expand the population of the cottage and wanted to buy some slaves, and everyone had a love for virtuousness and beauty. He was also young and wanted to be famous.

Get the pen and ink! Cheng Dalei exclaimed, rolling up his sleeves.

Xu Mao set his eyes on Cheng Dalei: The toad really wants to eat swan meat.

When Xu Shenji saw Cheng Dalei writing, it was ugly. At this moment, he said in a skeptical tone, Young Master, can you do it?

Cheng Dalei was dipped in thick ink, and the pen moved the dragon and snake. In an instant, a series of ghost-like characters appeared on the paper. To say that it is a word is really an insult to these two words.

Toads are born from the earth

Someone read out the paper slowly, followed by a sneer, the first sentence is only general, even a yellow-mouthed child can do it.

Lying alone on the ground is like a tiger walking

The second sentence was another disappointment to everyone. In other words, no one had hope for Cheng Dalei's report. Xu Mao let out a sneer and turned his head to the side to express his contempt.

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Cheng Dalei sealed the paper, put it on the tray, put down the consistent copper coins, and then Shi Shiran sat down and listened to the wind.

The turtle slave sent the tray into the room, and everyone looked forward to it, and the sound of singing and music in the hall also seemed to be careless.

I don't know who the carmine girl will choose today...

Take it as Young Master Xu, Young Master Xu has been here for more than ten days, and I don't know how much money I have thrown away.

I heard that Xu Gongzi asked an expert to write a poem, but Miss Carmine is also a lover of poetry.

Everyone chatted about these things, enthusiastic and excited. Beauty and wine are always the topics that everyone loves to talk about. After an unknown period of time, a girl came out of the room, and many people followed her, feeling a little nervous.

The girl came down from the upstairs, bypassed the crowd, but walked in front of Cheng Dalei and whispered, Young Master Ou, Miss, please come to the room for a chat.

This……

Xu Mao suddenly widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. Cheng Dalei Shiran stood up, walked in front of him, patted his back, and then strode towards the carmine room.

Why, why! Xu Mao couldn't help but said aloud: I have been here for more than ten days in a row, and yesterday I clearly agreed with Miss Carmine.

It's probably a poem he wrote...

Poetry, what poetry? Xu Mao just wanted to express ridicule, but he didn't read Cheng Dalei's poems carefully. Naturally, Cheng Dalei's handwriting is a kind of torture for anyone to read.

Xu Mao seemed to be looking for something, but he actually wanted others to tell him the poems written by Cheng Dalei.

Master Xu, don't move! someone shouted.

Xu Mao kept his body stiff and asked, What's wrong?

What's on your back!

This person came over and peeled off a small piece of paper attached to Xu Mao's back. Everyone turned their heads, especially Xu Mao, whose eyes were wide open.

I saw a simple drawing of an animal on the piece of paper with a brush. This animal is a toad.

There was silence, everyone looked at each other, so quiet that everyone could hear their heartbeats.

This is... King Toad... Someone asked anxiously.

Could he be here? Someone looked around, sweating coldly.

No, this is clairvoyance! Someone shouted: What do I say, what do I say!

Xu Mao felt his head dizzy, his eyes darkened, and his body shook involuntarily.

You really have clairvoyance and ears!

Cheng Dalei stepped into the room, there was a wooden table, a gauze curtain blocked the bed, and a figure could be faintly seen behind the gauze curtain. Antique, simple and delicate, there is a vase on the wooden table, there is a red flower in the vase, and the fragrance is blowing.

Toads are born from the earth

Lying alone on the ground is like a tiger walking

When spring comes, I won't speak first

Which worm dares to squeak

In the hall, someone has already recited this frog chanting poem slowly based on memory, and the last word fell to the ground...

The whole room was silent.