RNP Chapter 220 Invitation
Chapter 220 Invitation
Chapter 220 Invitation
"What did your little lady invite me to do?" Zhang Qingfeng asked the little maid.
"My little lady listened to your huqin music and thought it was very nice, so let me invite you to be a guest." The little maid said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Really? Let me tell you first, I don't have money for flower wine." Zhang Qingfeng said to the little maid.
"I don't want your money." The little maid said.
"Besides, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can only leave after meeting your little lady." Zhang Qingfeng said.
"Oh, why are you like this! My little lady just wants to see you, she doesn't want your money, and she won't fall in love with you, so it's over if you agree or disagree." The little maid said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"That young man, go ahead! Are you still afraid that Lady Xin will eat you?" Someone shouted to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Hahaha!" Hearing this, the crowd burst into laughter.
"Okay, in that case, I'll just meet your little lady." Zhang Qingfeng said to the little maid.
Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, the little maid gave him a blank look, as if their little lady cared about him so much.
Afterwards, Zhang Qingfeng followed the little maid into the Cuiwei Pavilion.
At this time, at the gate of Cuiwei Pavilion, there were many women watching. Zhang Qingfeng followed the little maid into Cuiwei Pavilion, and their eyes followed him all the way.
Until the little maid took Zhang Qingfeng up the stairs and disappeared in front of everyone.
Afterwards, Zhang Qingfeng followed the little maid to the third floor, which was the highest floor of Cuiwei Pavilion.
Finally, the little maid pushed open a door near the street.
"Xiao Niang, I brought the person." As soon as she entered the door, the little maid said to the person inside.
Zhang Qingfeng followed the little maid into the door, and as soon as he entered, Zhang Qingfeng saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman sitting in the room.
Because winter has not passed yet, the woman is wearing a cotton-padded jacket. Although her graceful figure cannot be seen, her pretty face can be clearly seen.
In the room at this time, several pots of charcoal were burning vigorously, and a woman with a pretty face was sitting in the middle of the charcoal pots.
In front of the woman, there is a plan table, and above the case table, there is a Guqin.
From this point of view, this woman should be proficient in the rhythm of the piano.
After Zhang Qingfeng entered the room, the little maid consciously closed the door.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Qingfeng frowned and did not say hello to the owner. Instead, he took a few steps forward and opened the window.
Seeing Zhang Qingfeng's actions, the woman in the room frowned, with a bit of displeasure on her face, but she quickly covered it up.
Zhang Qingfeng didn't open the window completely, but just opened it a little bit to let a little bit of cool wind pour in from outside the window.
"This gentleman, please come and sit down!" The woman said to Zhang Qingfeng, and then she told the little maid: "Hua'er, go and make a pot of tea for this gentleman."
Hearing the woman's words, Zhang Qingfeng knew that the little girl's name was Hua'er.
Zhang Qingfeng came to the opposite side of the woman, a thick blanket had been prepared here, after Zhang Qingfeng took off his shoes, he imitated the woman and sat on the floor.
"You take the liberty to invite the gentleman to come up, and I hope the gentleman will not be offended." The woman said softly to Zhang Qingfeng.
"It's not strange, it's not strange." Zhang Qingfeng waved his hand and said.
"I don't know how to address Mr. Lang?" The woman asked Zhang Qingfeng.
"Miss Xin, you can call me Yang Sanlang." Zhang Qingfeng said to the woman.
Since the little maid said that it was Xin Yaoqin who wanted to see her, then the woman in front of her must be Xin Yaoqin.
"Yang Sanlang?" Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Xin Yaoqin felt that the name was somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.
"Yang Sanlang, your huqin music is very nice, what's its name?" Xin Yaoqin asked Zhang Qingfeng.
"The name of this piece is Erquan Yingyue." Zhang Qingfeng said.
While the two were talking, Hua'er, the little maid, had already brewed a pot of tea for Zhang Qingfeng and brought him a cup of tea.
"Thank you!"
Zhang Qingfeng said something to the little maid, picked up the teacup and took a sip carefully, the freshly brewed tea was a bit hot, but it could warm the stomach in winter.
"I wonder, Yang Sanlang, where did you learn Er Quan Ying Yue? I seem to have never heard of it." Xin Yaoqin asked Zhang Qingfeng.
Xin Yaoqin grew up in a teaching workshop since she was a child, and she also learned various talents since she was a child. She likes music the most, knows many musical instruments, and has listened to many pieces of music.
However, she has never heard the huqin music played by Yang Sanlang just now.
The melodious and melodious melody grabbed her heart from the very beginning. She secretly compared this huqin piece with all the pieces she had heard, and she found that none of the pieces It can reach the height of this huqin piece.
That's why she sent her little maid to invite Zhang Qingfeng.
Hearing Xin Yaoqin's words, Zhang Qingfeng said: "I came up with this song Erquan Yingyue myself."
"Then, Mr. Lang is really a great talent." Xin Yaoqin looked slightly astonished, but immediately returned to normal,
"You don't believe it?" Zhang Qingfeng asked.
Zhang Qingfeng caught the woman's subtle expression, and he knew that the woman didn't believe what he said.
"Trust." Xin Yaoqin said back to her normal expression, her tone was very sure.
Hearing this, Zhang Qingfeng couldn't help but roll her eyes secretly. She had to admire this woman's emotional intelligence and communication skills.
It has to be said that anyone who can reach a position second only to the oiran is not a simple person. At least he is very good at dealing with others and talking.
Even if the other party has 1 disbeliefs in his heart, he will not show contempt on the surface, so at least he will not offend others.
"I'm Yang Sanlang from Zhongwa. Just ask around and you'll know. I used to play this song Erquan Yingyue every day in the tea garden shed. There's no need to lie to you." Zhang Qingfeng said to Xin Yaoqin.
"Ah? You are Yang Sanlang from Zhongwa? Yang Sanlang who wrote the Romance of the Gods?" Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Xin Yaoqin was very surprised.
"If you're talking about Yang Sanlang who wrote the Romance of the Gods, then I'm right." Zhang Qingfeng said.
There was a hint of complacency in his tone, he didn't expect that all the women in the brothel had heard of his name.
"You are really that Yang Sanlang! Sorry, I was too surprised, I have read your book, it is very good." Xin Yaoqin said to Zhang Qingfeng.
Then she ordered to the little maid beside her: "Hua'er, help me bring the Feng Shen Yan Yi."
After hearing Xin Yaoqin's words, the little maid Hua'er immediately went forward to get the book from the bookshelf.
Next, Zhang Qingfeng saw, not long after, Hua'er's little maid walked over with at least a few dozen thread-bound books in her arms, and put them on the table in front of Xin Yaoqin.
Dozens of thread-bound books are stacked on the case table, some of which are more than half a meter high.
"Yang Sanlang, look, these are the handwritten copies of the Romance of the Gods written by you, and I bought them for more than 100 yuan." Xin Yaoqin said to Zhang Qingfeng.
"Can I have a look?" Zhang Qingfeng asked Xin Yaoqin.
"Yes." Xin Yaoqin made a gesture of invitation.
Immediately, Zhang Qingfeng picked up a book from the pile of books and flipped through it.
Soon, Zhang Qingfeng discovered that the copyer of these books was not a single person's notes.
He flipped through a few copies at random, and found at least ten scribes.
"It's true that these books are the Romance of the Gods written by me." Zhang Qingfeng said as he put the books back to their original places.
(End of this chapter)