Chapter 20 A Thousand Gold Smiles!

Song Yi did not travel outside the door of Zhao's house this night, which made some of Zhao's servants who were originally annoyed by this feeling slightly uncomfortable.

In the Xiaofan building, the lanterns swayed, and the aroma of rouge powder in the laughter penetrated the whole Xiaofan building. The taste of the world is probably such a place of fireworks in the hearts of romantic talents.

The lights are dim, whether it's lonely or clear. Ning Shishi leaned lazily in front of the window sill, looked at the prosperous lights outside the window, and couldn't help sighing.

"Sister, Mr. Jiangcheng has been waiting in the elegant room for a while. Do you want to go there now?" A little maid with a plain face walked over and said softly, for fear that her voice would be a little frightened by the jade-like beauty.

Master Ning came to his senses, closed his sentimental eyes that were wrinkled like spring water, straightened up and said, "I'm going now. Take me there."

The little maid answered and led the way in front of her.

Most of the women in the brothel are not well-known in the eyes of ordinary people. But in fact, in this era, most of the real talented women are still from brothel. In order to have a skill that can please scholars and scholars to climb up to the noble branches, most people actually rely on selling their skills to sell their bodies. They can have a girl with extraordinary literary and poetic talents, and the price will naturally be higher.

Whether it is Du Qingyan or Ning Shishi, whoever can be the flower leader on the first floor is no longer the most important thing. The most important thing is that he can have an exclusive skill in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so that he can finally get a great reputation and support among scholars and scholars.

The boss and madam of the brothel probably know that these gimmicks can capture the hearts of some people, so usually the most expensive woman in the brothel is the woman who is most likely not to sell herself, because only when her innocence is still there will her value be higher. Naturally, it is not surprising that women in brothel like Du Qingyan and Ning Shishi can have special maids.

Gently clasped the door twice before the little maid opened the door. Master Ning then walked into this elegant room that seemed a little quiet. The man in the capital, who changed into a wide-sleeved brocade gown, was still extraordinary, handsome and warm. Seeing Ning Shishi come in, Jiangcheng's eyes flashed with an amazing look and said, "It's really an honor for the teacher to sit with Jiang alone."

" Mr. Jiang is polite. How can a dusty woman dare to be so loving? I just don't know what happened to Mr. Jiang's ins inquire? Master Ning returned a salute and sat down in the seat opposite the capital, with a graceful and beautiful smile on his face.

As soon as Jiangcheng heard that Ning Shishi asked himself about that matter, he suddenly asked suspiciously, "Why does the teacher girl only care so much about the family of the Wang family? Is it really attracted by the depressed talent of the explorer?"

Ning Shishi replied with a slightly distressed face, "Did Mr. Jiang forget that soon will be the day when we take the title of Huakui together in several buildings in Bianzhou City? Although teachers may not like these false names, my mother has always been very caring for teachers. If she can't win the first place, I'm afraid that my mother will be unhappy. The teacher saw that Tanhualang was really amazingly talented, so he thought that it would be nice if he could get close to him and ask for some poetry. If not, he should also know that he would not help the girls in other buildings to feel at ease. Will Mr. Jiang laugh at the teacher for being so vain?

Jiang Cheng suddenly realized, patted his forehead and said, "So, it's Jiang who was confused and forgot the major matter of choosing the beautiful woman of Bianzhou City in the golden autumn. Miss Shi forgives her. As an apology, Jiang still told the teacher girl the identity of Song Yi who found out!"

Ning Shishi looked forward to it with a light smile on his face. Next, Jiangcheng naturally told what he had heard about Song Yi, which made Ning Shishi slightly lose his mind.

After Jiang Cheng said all the news he knew, Master Ning sighed and said, "In a few days, Mr. Dou Wei will hold an event to meet friends with poetry on the painting on the bank of the bank of Liang River. I don't know if the daughter of the Wang family will bring the ghost Mr. Song Yi to appear. Otherwise, can Mr. Jiang from If the teacher can get the opportunity to be instructed by Song Yi, he should be very grateful to Mr. Jiang.

Jiangcheng's mind has long been devoted to Ning Shishi. Seeing that she smiled, she aroused her emotions. At this time, I heard her ask about her help and how she would not agree. At present, she patted her chest and accepted it, but she also had quite a scholarly romantic momentum.

The next step is a light wine drinking, talking and laughing about poetry. There is a talented and beautiful woman drinking and laughing at the same table, and Jiangcheng enjoys it.

This night, Song Yi really had a good sleep. This may be the effect of calming down after a little calming down.

At dawn, Song Yi naturally woke up with the biological clock and washed up after getting up. In fact, this era is slightly better than the ancient times that Song Yi knew. At least the toothbrush is still hairy, not willow branches, and there is already white paper, rather than writing on cloth and silk slips.

After washing, there was no breakfast. Song Yi subconsciously went to feed the horses in the horse ring, but only when he ran out did he find that he had been living in the yard of the nurse.

The surroundings were a little quiet and desolate, except for the four young nursing homes standing at the door of the two courtyards and greeted Song Yi with a smile. It is really different from the early morning in the yard of the chores. According to this time, the yard of the chores has already been busy and noisy, and they are busy doing their own things.

"Brother Zhang, where is Wang Wu's leader?" Song Yi walked to a young nurse who was still kind to him and asked doubtfully.

"Brother Wang, how can you get up so early, Xiao Song! I don't think you know the specific scope of work for our nurse, do you? The man named Zhang Lu said with a smile, and then patted Song Yi on the shoulder and kindly explained to Song Yi. Only then did Song Yi suddenly realize.

It turned out that the work of the guard was too similar to that of the caravan and the driver in the previous life. Generally, there will be someone on duty among the guardians. As long as there is a host's family steward and so on to go out, someone will immediately notify the guard who will be on duty, and then specifically arrange which family will follow which master to leave the house. In addition to the escort work, you must also be responsible for driving. Therefore, the family members of the nursing home must have some skills and can drive, otherwise there will be no one who can casually record into the backyard of this rich mansion, not to mention that they can get a rich reward of 20 copper coins every month if they sleep until they don't wake up.

After explaining this to Zhang Lu, Song Yi thought that he had got up anyway, and that he must learn equestrianism, so he simply went out of the yard of the guardian and went to the stable where he used to feed the horse and wash the horse's buttocks.

The horse circle has a wide view and can accommodate a horse to gallop around, which is about the same as the area of the track and field in the previous life. You can imagine how much position the royal family has occupied in this city.

Ding Laofan, the old man in the horse circle, is holding a green weed in his mouth and humming an unknown song. He put on tools such as saddle and pedals on the horse that was saddled last night. If someone needs to use a horse when he goes out of the house today, he can prepare quickly. This is Lao Fan's experience for so many years, and there are only things. Only when you do it well can you eat a steady meal for decades without being scolded.

"Lao Fan! Old Fan! Good morning!" Song Yi jogged and greeted Lao Fan with a sunny face.

Lao Fan, who was holding the weed, turned his head and saw Song Yi running over. A strange color flashed in his eyes and said angrily, "You are lucky. After only a few days, the little boy ran to be a nurse! I've been a little boy all my life, but now I'm still a little boy. People are more than others..."

"Hey hey! Lao Fan, don't pretend. I think everyone in the house is very respectful to you, and I've heard an elder sister in the raccoon room say that you don't want to. Otherwise, with your salary that is more generous than most family members in the house, you can buy a house in the city for retirement. Song Yi said with a smile, saying on his face that I am an understanding person. Don't fool me.

Lao Fan smiled and didn't refute it. He just glanced at Song Yi, who was full of sunshine, and asked, "A few days ago, he looked dead and had a deep hatred. He hasn't been a day to protect the hospital. His face is completely different. It seems that this horse circle is really not a good place! Then why are you back again?"

Song Yi looked at Lao Fan with a stunned look and said, "The young lady told you that I went to be a nurse. Won't I tell you that I will learn equestrian with you in the future?"

"This is really not!" Lao Fan quickly smashed the weed stems in his mouth a few times, letting the sweet juice flow down his throat into his body. This is a unique method he found. Because he is old, he will be so hungry that he can't work if he doesn't eat breakfast. Once, Lao Fan inadvertently pulled out a weed at the root of the corner of the wall and chewed it in his mouth. Who knew that he had regained some strength. From then on, every morning, Lao Fan subconsciously held one in his mouth. The stems of weeds are in my mouth.

Song Yi looked at Lao Fan's face seriously. He didn't look like lying. He immediately scratched his head and said with some ttonishness, "Maybe the young lady forgot. Can you teach me equestrianism?"

Lao Fan's eyes seemed to glance at Song Yi with a look that Song Yi had never seen before, and said flatly, "Do you really want to practice horsemanship? Are you sure?"

Song Yi was stared at by Lao Fan, but he still nodded firmly.

"Did you see that ugly horse? Where are you looking? I'm talking about the horse with dysentery...!" Lao Fan pointed to an old horse with a little thin and ugly dysentery and said.

"I see, what's wrong?" Song Yi asked in a daze.

"Starting from him, you ride it today. When you don't fall from the horse, I'll teach you equestrian skills." Lao Fan said faintly and casually chewed the grass stems in his mouth.

"Can you change a good horse? Like that one!" Song Yi pointed to a mane flying with a smile on his face, and the greasy white horse said.

"I think you are beautiful. I can't even eat it when I'm seen by the master!" Lao Fan breathed his breath and snorted coldly.

"Can't you do anything else?" Song Yi begged with a bitter face.

"It's not negotiable!" When Lao Fan raised his face, Song Yi shrugged his head and knew that it must have been really non-negotiable.

Alas...

Ouch...

......

In the horse pens, from time to time, there was a roar of a steed horse and a painful scream.

While adding forage and clear water to the thirsty horses in the chronological order he remembered, Lao Fan looked back from time to time at the young man in the distance who was thrown off from the horse or was thrown from time to time, with a playful smile on his face and deep vicissitudes hidden in the wrinkles.

I don't know how long it took. The sun was in the sky. Lao Fan was half lying on the grass under the shed. While enjoying the cool, he gloated and watched Song Yi fall back and down. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he climbed down from the grass quickly, and there was no old look.

Far away, the delicate girl in dark red clothes trotted this way.

"Miss, if you have anything to do, just ask your servants to order Lao Fan. Why did you come here in person!" Lao Fan's face is as fake as the blooming **.

"I'm looking for him!" Wang Su frowned slightly and looked at Song Yi, who was thrown by an ugly horse from time to time like a monkey in the distance. Then he walked in and shouted at Song Yi, "Hey! Someone asked you, there is a poem that invites you to participate. Do you want to go?

"I won't go!" Song Yi hummed angrily and didn't say a word back, which made Wang Su slightly stunned.

Song Yi really lost his temper. An old man can't handle an ugly and old horse, which makes Lao Fan, who has been watching jokes, think of himself as a man! Song Yi is now stubborn with the old horse who has lost his temper with the same head. He doesn't care about the poetry club or not, and casually refused directly.

"I heard that the teacher girl from Xiaofan Building invited you. Do you really don't want to go?" Wang Su raised his tone and said.

"Oh..." Song Yi was inadvertently thrown down by the old horse again, and then turned his head angrily and said to Wang Su, "What a lion, tiger's poetry meeting? Isn't it a shame for me to go to a poetry club? I won't go!"

Only then did Wang Su see Song Yi's blue-faced and swollen appearance. At first, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.

This smile is really like a flash in the pan, delicate and touching! Even the old Fan, who is familiar with Wang Su, was slightly in a trance.