The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

Just with a stern look on his face.

She glanced at Yang Yi outside and said angrily, "Knock what? Don't you know that Miss Jade is not a guest?"

The sound is like the cry of a swallow, clear and pleasant.

Yang Yi's face is stunned, is the girl so arrogant now?You are a guest!

Consumers are gods, do you understand?

However, he still couldn't get acquainted with a little girl. Yang Yi cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Under Yang Yi, I don't know that Miss Yu is not seeing guests, so I will say goodbye."

"Wait!" the little girl yelled anxiously.

Yang Yi was taken aback, what happened?

With a shy face, the maid said shyly, "But that Young Master Yang Yi, who asked what love is in the world and taught life and death promises."

Yang Yi touched his nose, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. There's nothing embarrassing about the fame earned by his ability.

"Yes, it's under."

The maid Xingxing's eyes widened, she turned her head, and exclaimed inwardly, "Miss, Yang Yilang is here, he's going to run away."

Yang Yi: "..."

Crunch!

Only the sound of a chair scraping against the floor was heard inside, followed by footsteps.

Only exposed the door of a few feet, and opened it completely, revealing the people inside.

However, she was wearing a satin-fronted robe with a cherry blossom pattern on the moon, a moonflower skirt with silver silk on the dark blue bottom, and a thin squirrel smoke gauze with light green velvet.

Black and shiny hair, elegant and chic head tie, tied in a bun, and a red gold step rock inserted into the gently squinting cloud temples, a sapphire auspicious cloud pattern bracelet on the skin of the skin, and a lake-colored waist. Flower knot net sash.

There is a lotus sachet with jujube red bottom and silver thread embroidery on it. He wears cloud-toed boots with honeycomb bottom and treasure pattern on his feet. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He has an oval face, smart eyes, and a plump body. He is elegant and refined.

Yang Yi secretly praised, what a beautiful woman.

Yutangchun's face was excited, but he was not rude. He gave a gentle salute and said, "Slave family Yutangchun, I have seen Yang Jieyuan."

Yang Yi's face showed a look of surprise. It turned out that this girl was Yu Tangchun. No wonder he was so excited. It turned out that he had met a little fan girl.

He cupped his hands and said, "I have seen Miss Jade."

Yu Tangchun whispered, "Young Master Yang, come in."

After speaking, let go, revealing the pink boudoir inside.

Yang Yi was a little excited. It was the first time he entered sister paper's boudoir, and he didn't know what it would be like.

Suddenly, he said, "Uh, Miss Jade, isn't there a question for getting in here?"

Yu Tangchun giggled a few times, his eyes rolled, and he said, "You can't help it because Young Master Yang is so talented, but it's just a form, why should you care."

Yang Yi smiled, it seems that this so-called topic is also aimed at people, if those people below will naturally be made to make things difficult, and this feeling of refusing and welcoming, many men can't ask for it.

It seems this brothel knows the art of marketing.

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Chapter [-] Big Brother

Walking into the house, what caught my eye was a small space. On the opposite side was a wooden bed with a hollowed out spider plant, and a pink drapery hung outside the bed.

At this time, the room was extremely quiet, and there was no wind. The curtain was like a red glow that was drawn together, hanging quietly on the head of the bed, motionless.

Under the head of the bed is a wooden table for placing shoes.

Well, there are two cute footprints on it.

An antique dresser is placed in front of the window, and on the dresser is a bronze mirror, rouge gouache, a guqin and an open thread-bound booklet.

Yang Yi was amazed. He originally thought that a famous prostitute like this should be broken by a silver grate with a silver head, a blood-colored skirt with wine stains, a pearl on the seat, the sun and the moon, and the haze in front of the hall.

I didn't expect it to be just a simple display.

There is no precious thing at all, and it seems that the person is also an elegant and indifferent temperament.

Seeing Yang Yi looking at her boudoir, Yu Tangchun felt a little embarrassed. Suddenly, she let out a soft cry and ran to the bed and stuffed a red object under the pillow. White jade beauty in rouge.

Yang Yi's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen it, but he didn't say it.

He went to the dressing table, picked up the booklet on the table, and found that it was full of his poems.

Every capital has a gentle and beautiful font in the transcription, which is obviously extremely attentive.

Yu Tangchun tilted his head and said softly, "Get jade, go and make a pot of tea."

Nongyu smiled, grimaced generously, and closed the door softly and went out.

It made Yu Tangchun quite embarrassed, as if he had done something shameful.

Seeing Yang Yi flipping through the booklet he had copied, he said softly, "Young Master Yang, the slave family really likes your words."

Yang Yi closed the booklet and said with a smile, "Miss Jade is talented and versatile, and Yang is extremely frightened."