Since ancient times, talented people have been born in the Red Chamber

Chapter 28 My ambition is to first have a suite in the Imperial City (Please collect and recommend)
Chapter 28

"Brother Wang..." Liu Yiyi's hand was gently placed on the back of Wang Yang's hand, as if she was afraid of disturbing Wang Yang, and she looked at the melancholy expression without blinking with a pair of watery eyes. Wang Yang.

"I'm really fine, thank you for listening to my nonsense." Wang Yang turned his head, looked at this delicate beauty made of water, his eyes softened, and he said with a gentle smile.

At this time, I suddenly heard the shout of the cow steward not far away. "Wang Yang, Brother Wang, Wang Yang, Brother Wang..."

"Hey, didn't Manager Niu go to look for that noble poet? Why are you still wandering around in Yihong Building?" Liu Yiyi couldn't help being slightly stunned.

Wang Yang slapped his thigh with a slap, shit, he was busy showing off his singing skills in front of the beautiful girls, he actually forgot about this, and hurriedly greeted Liu Yiyi. "Miss Yiyi, that steward must be looking for me for something important, so I'll go over there first."

After finishing speaking, he brushed Liu Yiyi's soft and boneless palm with his fingers, and this guy rushed downstairs with a lot of enthusiasm, leaving behind Liu Yiyi who was still a little dazed standing on the balcony.

"Oh, my little brother Wang, you made me search so hard. Do you know that Wang Po asked me to find words again, eh?..." The faint voice stopped abruptly in the middle of it, which made Liu who was standing upstairs Yiyi blinked her thick black eyelashes suspiciously.

Manager Niu went to find a poet, what does this have to do with Wang Yangneng?The curious Liu Yiyi raised the corner of her skirt and walked down the steps slowly, but she could no longer see anyone, so she could only shake her head and continue to go back upstairs. She was supervising the girls to practice the music while continuing to enjoy the evening Fading beauty.

"I said, Brother Wang, what are you doing? The old man just talked and didn't do anything. Why did you drag me here?" The skinny monkey Niu Guanshi looked at Wang Yang with a frightened look and said.

"Just now Liu Yiyi was upstairs, and the matter between the two of us has to be kept secret. Don't you want your own commission to disappear?" Wang Yang turned his head and stared at this one who didn't know, then turned his mind to Guan Niu, who was involved in a foundation case or a homicide case, said.

Manager Niu came to a sudden realization, and sat on the other side of the table where Wang Yang lit the oil lamp. "Brother Wang, you should already know that this time, Grandma is willing to ask you for this amount..."

"Of course I know, don't worry, I'll give it to you in a while." After lighting the oil lamp, Wang Yang said while searching for the four treasures of the study.

Soon, after getting the food ready, Steward Niu started to work as a bookboy, laying paper and ink, while Wang Yang sat there and began to think hard.

Seeing Wang Yang's appearance of conceiving a work, Niu Guanshi didn't even dare to express himself, but carefully studied the ink.These days, Niu Guanshi has figured out that this young brother Wang who can fight and hate is definitely not an ordinary person.

Just the good poems he produced are enough to prove the talent of this little brother Wang, but it is more than a grade higher than those ordinary literati.

Anyway, nowadays, every time a poem is released, it will at least be sung by the buildings and pavilions in Bianliang, which is enough to prove the talent of Wang Xiaoge.

It would be a pity for such a great talent to stay in the Yihong Building all the time. Of course, I think so, but what Guanshi Niu hopes more is that such good things can continue. Get a commission in the business.

It is said that the commissions earned these days have already caught up with his two-year salary, so this is the reason why Steward Niu is so dedicated to kneeling and licking the talent of Mr. Wang.

It's a pity that no matter how old and cunning this boss is, he can only drink the footwashing water of Wang Daguan. Wang Daguan is not imagining the work, but he is clearly picking and choosing from his outrageously huge memory bank.

It is necessary to find a song that is good but not too ostentatious to cope with this competition. After all, among those poems that can be famous forever, which one is low-grade?This is the worry of Daguan Wang.

After a long time, I finally found a poem that I thought was similar, so I picked up the pen and finished it in one go.Looking at the lyrical composition written so easily and smoothly, Guanshi Niu couldn't help shaking his head and said with emotion. "Brother Wang, with your talent, if you go to the imperial examination, even if you can't get the first place, but at least you can win the exam..."

"Imperial examination?" Wang Yang blinked his eyes. Hey, although Guanshi Niu is a bit boring and not very good at talking, this sentence does make some sense. "We'll talk about it later. My ambition now is to have an apartment in the capital first."

"That's true. Brother Wang, you don't even have a household registration. It's too far to think about the imperial examination." Guanshi Niu was right when he thought about it. Up to now, Wang Dacai, who is both civil and military, is still a black householder without a household registration.

After bragging and farting with Wang Yang, Niu Guanshi saw that the rice paper was completely dry, so he folded it carefully and carefully put it in his arms to say goodbye.

Wang Yang, on the other hand, pulled out his suitcase from under the bed with a happy face, opened the suitcase, and took out a few changes of clothes that were covered on it. Inside the suitcase, there was a small locked suitcase.

After Wang Yang moved it to the desk, he took out the key and opened it. Inside, there was yellow gold and silver shining silver, which made the smile on Wang Dacai's face look extraordinarily lewd and wretched. .

But after counting it again, the satisfied smile on Old Driver Wang's face was only depressed. "What the hell, it looks like I still have to work harder. I must win the Bianhe Festival. By then, I won't have to worry about running out of money to buy a house."

But fortunately, although I can't rely on my handsome face to make a living, I can gain wealth quickly by relying on my talent anyway. Come on, it's not a dream to surpass the British and catch up with the beautiful.

"Mother, why are you so happy?" Liu Yiyi pushed open the door and saw her mother shaking her head with a piece of rice paper, she couldn't help asking.

"Come on, come on, come on, let's take a look at this new poem that Steward Niu got from that Wushan layman. My dear, even people like Laoshen who don't know much about poetry think it's good to read it. It should be a good song, right?"

"Just now that steward Niu was still wandering around in the building, why did he get it now..." Liu Yiyi muttered curiously, took it and looked at it.

It was still the familiar and unique handwriting, and the words on it also made Liu Yiyi raise her eyebrows involuntarily, with joy. "Autumn colors come to the empty boudoir, sweeping the leaves of the phoenix tree at night. Who would have guessed that if you can't get together, you will end up with lovesickness..."

After reading it in one breath, Liu Yiyi couldn't help showing a happy smile on her pretty face. "What a sad and sad piece of divination, mother, my daughter is [-]% sure, as long as the other party can't get a good work from those famous poets in Bianliang, Tokyo, our Yihonglou..."

PS: Thanks to book friends Piaoxu and Xuanyuan Mengxian for their reward support.I heard that there is a soft spot in the heart of every old driver, but those who get on the bus without buying a ticket will be like knives, stabbing blood dripping there, please don’t let those who rely on driving Master Wang, who supports his family, doesn't even have money for gas. Come on, let's sing together, come on, be happy, recommend, collect, reward...

　Thanks to Piaoxu and Xuanyuan Mengxian in the shadow of book friends for their support.I heard that there is a soft spot in the heart of every old driver, but those who get on the bus without buying a ticket will be like knives, stabbing blood dripping there, please don’t let those who rely on driving Master Wang, the breadwinner, doesn’t even have gas money, come on, let’s sing together, come on, be happy, recommend, collect, tip…

　　
　
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