Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

Zhang Dun pondered for two seconds, and said, "Yes, whatever you say today, you have to see this little lady Yang."

If you don't see her, you can't do business.

The purpose of his coming to Wanhualou was to "restore his reputation".

The officials in the court, headed by Feng Deyi, used the brothel women to tarnish his reputation as "Ping Kangbo".

Zhang Dun had to let them know that this kind of indiscriminate means had no effect on him!

Zhang Dun lowered his head, looked at the question and pondered for a long time, then picked up the rabbit hair brush given by the young woman dressed as a maid, and began to write on the paper.

Hu Quhe looked at him from the side, and seeing him answering the question seriously, he immediately felt angry, puffed up his cheeks, and picked up a pen to start writing on the paper.

After a long time, after the young woman dressed as a maid took away the questions, Zhang Dun rubbed his wrist, and seeing that Hu Quhe had also submitted the answer, he said in surprise, "Qu He, do you also want to see that young lady Yang?"

Hu Quhe asked back: "Didn't you come to see Mrs. Yang, what did you come to do? Are you here to find your husband?"

Zhang Dun nodded, and looked at his female disciple with strange eyes, "You can't say that, but you are not afraid that you will be discovered as a woman?"

Hu Quhe didn't say anything, but turned around and walked to the side, sitting on the corridor with his back facing Zhang Dun, looking into the distance.

Why are you still angry?

Zhang Dun shook his head with a smile. His disciples are still not calm enough. How can he wrestle with all the officials in the court after entering the court like this?

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At this time, in the wooden house at the end of the corridor.

The sandalwood in the incense burner filled the whole room.

The space in the wooden house is not small, and all kinds of decorations are neatly placed.

Behind a few tables, a tall and graceful young woman in a crimson skirt sat upright, holding a rabbit hair pen in her light white fingers, and lowered her head to write something on the white paper.

She wore a conch bun on her head, and on her beautiful face, there was no expression at all, and her face was not frosty, it was very calm.

Crunch!

At this moment, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a woman dressed as a maid walked in, exhaled and said, "Miss Yang, there are so many people here today!"

The beautiful woman known as "Miss Yang" didn't raise her head, and said in a calm tone: "Which day is there not many people coming?"

"That's true!"

The young woman dressed as a maid stuck out her tongue, put the dozen or so pieces of paper she received on the table, and said, "Miss Yang, this is the question for the young master who came today."

"Little Lady Yang" hummed, put down the Rabbit Brush in her hand, gently twisted a piece of paper with her slender fingers, just glanced at it, then put it aside with a frown, shook her head and said, "One piece of paper."

As she spoke, she picked up another piece of paper.

"This is also a straw bag."

"Grass bag!"

"This person has a bit of literary talent, but it's no different from that written by an idiot!"

Seeing that there were only two question papers left, "Miss Yang" rubbed the corners of her eyebrows and sighed, "Looking at the questions they answer every day can save me several years of life."

Seeing her venomous evaluation of the rich boy who answered the question, the young woman dressed as a maid groaned.

Not to mention whether they will shorten your life for two years, if those rich men heard you say that about them, they might be able to demolish the Wanhua Building!

The maid hesitated for a long time, and said: "Miss Yang, today my mother said that within three days, either you choose someone, or she chooses someone for you to comb the cage for you."

Hearing this, "Miss Yang" became more gloomy, and said, "Does mother feel that you have earned too little from me?"

The maid nodded emphatically, "Mother said that after half a year, she has made less and less money from you, and she feels that there is no point in continuing."

"I also heard that in the past one or two months, the price of your 'comb cage' has been getting higher and higher, and even a rich man is willing to give you 1000 taels of gold!"

"Miss Yang" was silent for a few seconds, and laughed at herself, "I don't even know that I'm worth so much money."

"Then..." The maid looked at her cautiously.

"Miss Yang" didn't make a sound, but picked up the remaining two question papers.

Although her eyes were on the paper, her heart was already in a mess.

However, in the next second, when she saw the content on the question paper clearly, her pupils froze, and her disturbed thoughts eased a lot.

"This son named 'Hu Manban' writes good poems."

"Miss Yang" took a deep breath, put aside the question paper written by Hu Quhe, and began to think.

She didn't want to do things according to Wanhualou's "mother".

However, the arm cannot twist the thigh.

It is okay to refuse once, or twice, but it is impossible to refuse forever.

Now "mother" can't wait.

Someone offered a high price to comb her cage.

Who is "mother", "Little Lady Yang" knows better than anyone else.

With so much gold placed in front of her, if she couldn't keep it all, she would put medicine in the food to stun herself.

Then get that money.

Instead of this, your own life, it is better to make your own decisions.

The beautiful eyes of "Little Lady Yang" shone with determination.

"Go and invite Mr. Hu in."

Chapter 331 The "Invitation" of Wanhualou's top celebrity Qing Dynasty official

After making a decision, "Miss Yang" seemed to be relieved, pointed to the inscription paper written by Hu Quhe, and said to the maid.

The servant girl opened her eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief, "Miss Yang, don't you mean to..."

"Can't you?"

"Miss Yang" asked back: "Mother promised me to comb the cage, it's all up to me to decide!"

"Let you go, you just do it!"

The maidservant's eyes were red, "Miss Yang, that's not what I mean, I don't want you to spoil yourself like this!"

The corners of "Miss Yang" raised her mouth slightly, outlining a sneer, "If I don't spoil myself, am I waiting for others to force me to do it?"

"Go, you can't escape this day anyway."

"I, Yang Changrou, admit it."

After speaking, she waved her hand, then took the last question paper, and looked down.

The maid wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, bowed her body, and then turned and walked towards the wooden door.

bang! !

As soon as he walked to the wooden door, there was a sound of something falling on the ground behind him.

The maid hurriedly looked back, and saw "Miss Yang" standing up at this moment, holding the last piece of paper with trembling palms, without knowing that she accidentally knocked over the inkstone.

At this moment, Yang Changrou stared at the answers on the question paper, feeling her heart being pulled.

In the past six months, she asked the children of the rich family to write poems as the answer to the questions she asked.

Writing poetry is difficult, but it is even more difficult to achieve the artistic conception you want.

So in the past six months, no one has been able to write poems that meet her wishes.

But today, she saw a poem and thought it was very well written.

That person is called "Hu Manban".

She even thought about it, since she couldn't escape the palm of Wanhualou's "mother", she would entrust her life to this young son.

But I saw the last poem written by Mr. Zhang called "Zhang Xunren" on the title paper.

She regrets it!

Yang Changrou raised her head, seeing that the maid hadn't left the house yet, she waved her hand and said, "Stop first!"

As she spoke, she looked down again at the poems written by Mr. Zhang on the paper, and murmured.

"The crows live in the white trees in the courtyard, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is wet with cold dew."

"Everyone is looking forward to the bright moon tonight, and I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into."

Yang Changrou looked at this poem, the more she looked at it, the softer her eyes became.

It was the first time for her to see someone who could write such a wonderful poem.

The title I gave to those rich young men this time was aimed at writing Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

What other people wrote, either the words did not convey the meaning, or they did not meet her wishes.

Until you see the last two question papers.

However, the poems written by the name "Hu Manban" on the inscription paper are far inferior to the poems written by the young master "Zhang Xunren".

"Zhang looking for someone... the name is too perfunctory, is he a fool?"

The corners of Yang Changrou's mouth curled up slightly, she raised her head to look at the maidservant, and said, "Don't look for that Mr. Hu, go and invite Mr. Zhang in."

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"Sir, what is the content of the poem you wrote to Miss Yang?"

Under the long corridor, Hu Quhe saw Zhang Dun approaching, and suddenly said.

Zhang Dun sat next to her, crossed his legs, and said lazily: "I wrote a poem that can knock on the door of a wooden house."

"I don't believe it." Hu Quhe snorted softly, "No one has been able to knock on the door of Miss Yang's wooden house for half a year. Once the husband comes, she will let you in?"

Zhang Dun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Then just wait and see."

The poem he gave is very famous in later generations!

Creaking, at this moment, the door of the wooden house suddenly opened.

A dozen or so wealthy children under the long corridor stood up all at once, walked quickly towards the maid who came out of the wooden house, and asked one after another:

"Miss Yang saw the poem I wrote, did you invite me into the house?"

"I've been thinking about the poem I wrote below for a long time. Young lady Yang should like it, right?"

Facing the scorching gazes cast by the crowd, the maid smiled and said nothing, instead of answering their questions, she looked around and said:

"Which one is Young Master Zhang?"

Down the corridor, there was an instant silence.

More than a dozen children from rich families looked at each other blankly, none of them was surnamed Zhang.

"It's next."

Suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded in everyone's ears.

With a swipe, everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

The person who spoke was Zhang Dun!

The maidservant's eyes lit up and said: "Mr. Zhang, Mrs. Yang, please come in and tell me."

Hearing this, the expressions of the dozen or so rich children changed dramatically. They looked at the maid in disbelief, and then at Zhang Dun.

Four words appeared in everyone's mind: How is it possible!

Half a year.

For half a year!

There are not many children from rich families who come here, but there has never been a single person who was invited to the wooden house by Miss Yang.

Today, Miss Yang actually invited the person surnamed Zhang in front of her into the wooden house? !

Seeing that Zhang Dun was about to follow the maidservant to the wooden house, more than a dozen rich children came to their senses, their faces unable to hide their anger.

"He can't go in!"

One of the tall and rich young men snorted coldly, stopped in front of Zhang Dun, and shouted loudly.