Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

Chapter 219

Miaoyinfang is mainly a place for singing, but the girls in it have high vision.

It is no less difficult to talk from the dining table to the bedroom than some ladies.

But for some confident people, this is what makes them attractive.

Everyone likes a challenge, no matter which world it is.

"Official." A charming woman came over, holding a box with a big word "Cai" written on it.

Jiang Han knew that this was coming to ask for a lottery, he took a piece of silver and put it on it, and the woman was also very happy, and went towards the other guests.

After seeing off the girl who received the lottery, Jiang Han continued to tell Ye Chen some news, mostly about some trivial matters in the palace.

But knowing that the female assassin who died was also a person of great compassion, this is already a great harvest.

Some clues can also be connected.

"Young master." A crisp voice came from behind Jiang Han.

Jiang Han looked back, only to find that it was the oiran lady who won today. This lady is called Yaoqin, and she lives up to her name. Her piano skills are very good, and she is also good-looking.

Jiang Han just glanced at it, nodded politely, and then turned around, which surprised Yaoqin.

On the other hand, Ye Chen, who was opposite Jiang Han, widened his eyes, and his eyes kept sweeping over her body.

This is the normal attitude, she came to toast to thank Jiang Han for his prize, Jiang Han didn't seem to be excited at all, which made her a little unconvinced.

"What are the two young masters talking about? Today, the slave family hosted the poetry meeting. Isn't the young master coming to participate?" Yaoqin came over with a smile.

Jiang Han frowned, thinking to himself why are you so annoying girl?My brother is discussing business matters with my brother, what are you doing blindly?

So he said: "If I say a poem, you won't bother me?"

When Jiang Han said this, blue veins appeared on Yaoqin's forehead. She thought that if she hadn't won today, she wouldn't bother to talk to this person who doesn't understand the taste.

Good qualities still made Yaoqin nod her head slightly, she said: "If you can compose a poem and beat all the talents, then whatever you want, I will give you what you want, what do you want?"

Yaoqin can't wait to give Jiang Han a run for his money. Looking at Jiang Han's attire, he should be the son of a rich family. She has seen many big families' wine bags and rice bags on weekdays.

So Yaoqin also included Jiang Han in it, thinking to make Jiang Han look ugly, so that she could vent her anger!

Who made this kid dare to ignore him?

Jiang Han's eyes lit up, and he thought that Lu Bing had said that there might be a relic of the previous dynasty in Miaoyinfang, and he could also find out who spread the news, so that the entire capital is now full of quacks.

Although the woman in front of him couldn't get into Jiang Han's eyes, she might have important news on her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Han smiled and said: "Okay, let the girl come up with a question."

A lot of talented people around also got up one after another, holding wine glasses to watch the excitement.

After all, Jiang Han's dress is rich and noble, and it is also the dress of a warrior, so they all think that Jiang Han is a child of that warrior family.

Since he was a warrior, he probably didn't know anything about literati, so the opportunity came when he came.

"Is it intentionally ignoring Miss Yaoqin, and then attracting Miss Yaoqin's attention? If you want to refuse and welcome, this trick has long been outdated."

"He's a warrior after all, he doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, the girl Yaoqin came to toast in front of him, he didn't give face."

"Yeah, I have a hunch that he's going to lose his face."

Everyone gloated and looked at Jiang Han with mocking eyes.

Jiang Han said: "Girl, at least you have to have a title for your poems, right?"

"Beauty." Miss Yaoqin giggled.

Without hesitation, Jiang Han directly used the inventory in his head, pondered for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just right, I have two sentences now: Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind in the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emerald greens."

As soon as the poem was uttered, Miss Yaoqin was dumbfounded, and she thought it was a golden sentence?

Furong is not as good as beauty makeup. Is this to praise yourself for being more beautiful than Furong?

The wind from the water palace comes with pearls and emerald fragrance?Does this young man want to say that he is a natural beauty?

A kind of genius around him also stared blankly at Jiang Han, not knowing which talent started the conversation: "What about the second half of the song? What about the second half?"

As soon as the gifted scholar said it, the surroundings exploded with excitement. People rushed to look at Jiang Han, asking for the second half of the poem.

At this time, Yaoqin also blushed. How could she have thought that she would encounter such a quatrain. Although there were some talented people who wrote poems for her, those verses that didn't match the preamble and the afterword, compared with this young man, and it became dust.

Whether it is artistic conception or content, it is not one ten thousandth.

"What's the next sentence?" Yaoqin's chest heaved and she looked at Jiang Han excitedly.

In Jiang Han's eyes, this girl is a female Wenqing.

He took a sip of wine slowly and said: "If Miss Yaoqin talks to me for a while, I will tell Miss."

"Xiaoxu?" Yaoqin's eyes widened, and she thought to herself, could it be that this son wants to use this verse to have a relationship with herself...

Although this Young Master is not ugly, on the contrary he is very handsome, if we spend the Spring Festival with him, it will not be a loss.

But it would be too... too much for me to dedicate myself just because of this line of poem, right?

Jiang Han saw the murderous eyes of Shuang Luan in the distance, he coughed awkwardly and said: "Miss misunderstood, I just want to learn the piano art with the girl, and listen to the girl playing a song alone."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen next to him was greatly moved, Fang Yaoqin was also a beauty.

Brother, you attracted her attention just to listen to the music?

This is too outrageous!

Ye Chen was so excited that he almost blurted out the words "Let me do it".

The young masters around were also filled with righteous indignation, very sad and angry, not because of Jiang Han being alone with Yaoqin, but because of the two quatrains Jiang Han said.

A young man with long hair said, "I don't accept it. I am Zhu Zilong. My father is the governor of Dongyang City. I want to fight you!"

"Who dares to be rude to our young master?" Qing Luan on the side thought that Zhu Zilong was going to challenge Jiang Han one-on-one, so he stood up quickly.

It's okay if she doesn't stand up, but when she stands up, the hat that binds her hair falls off.

That icy pretty face appeared around her, and the sharp-eyed could immediately see what was going on.

"Is...it is Qingluan from the princess mansion? It is said that the son of the princess came to Beijing to visit his mother. Could it be that this son... oh no, this highness is..."

When one person spoke, a large number of young masters around him also stared at Jiang Han dumbfounded.

Jiang Han wanted to keep a low profile, but he didn't expect his identity to be exposed all of a sudden, which made him very surprised. Ye Chen, who was next to him, kept his eyes on Yaoqin's chest.

He gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart: "Brother, don't waste everything! I will go to work with sister-in-law, this woman...is wonderful!"

Chapter 220

At this time, another son said: "Princess Changle was the most talented woman in the Yan Dynasty back then, she deserves to be the son of a princess, she is talented in poetry!"

Just now a large group of people were unhappy with Jiang Han, but now that his identity has been exposed, the trolls immediately turned into licking dogs.

"It's so realistic..." Jiang Han also said helplessly.

But at this time, Na Yaoqin said: "Your Highness, please take a seat..."

Hongluan was about to go up to stop her, but at this moment Qingluan said: "My lord is going to the private seat, not the bedroom."

Hong Luan simply took off her hat, after all her identity was already known.

And there are more and more flies around. After all, they all know that these two servant girls have a lot of background, so how could they let go of this opportunity to flatter.

Even if the eldest princess is not as powerful as she was back then, she is still the eldest princess, and she still has the right to speak.

So all kinds of booing and asking for warmth made the sisters very tired.

Jiang Han came to the private seat, and Yaoqin poured tea for Jiang Han herself. She said, "Young master, if you have any questions, please tell me. As long as the servants know, they must know."

"Then I'll get straight to the point. I heard that the secret of the former dynasty's relics came from here?"

When Jiang Han said this, Yao Qin's beautiful eyebrows frowned immediately, and she said: "This is the last poetry meeting, and a talented scholar came."

"Genius?"

"Yes, he is obviously a man, but he speaks very sharply, and he looks very good-looking. He speaks in an orderly manner, and even took out half a treasure map." Yaoqin said, she sat in the river It's too cold.

Male and female?Could it be Lin Shu?

No, Lin Shu is in the Corpse Sect now, and the Corpse Sect still has so many things to do, how could he come to the capital with nothing?

There are very few people who look like men and women, or are they... eunuchs?

"At that time, a group of young masters were reciting poems and fighting against each other. The slave family also happened to pass by at that time and listened to a few words."

"Oh?"

"Those people said that among the relics of the previous dynasty, there are lost poems, some rare martial arts classics, countless jewels and gold, and various precious magic weapons..." She said, wringing her fingers.

Jiang Han was dumbfounded when he heard it, and thought that this rumor was so powerful that it targeted almost everyone.

Literati like poetry and songs, warriors like martial arts classics, ordinary people are naturally rare gold and jewelry, as for magic weapons, they are things that everyone likes, they can be used for their own use, they can also be sold for money, and they are very valuable!

"Now everyone in the city knows?" Jiang Han asked.

Yaoqin smiled: "Your Highness, what do you think? Tianquan City is so lively now, I heard that many sects have come together, and they seem to wait for the day when the treasure is revealed to snatch the secret treasure."

"Big things will definitely happen then." Jiang Han said.

At this time, Yaoqin approached, although she hadn't approached yet, but the charming scent of her body had already come, she said in a soft voice, "His Royal Highness, do you want to listen to the music?"

"Let's just play a song called Spring Breeze Nineteen." Jiang Han said.

Yaoqin blushed immediately when she heard it, and she said: "Although the melody is somewhat similar, I don't play those vulgar things!"

Jiang Han laughed loudly: "It seems that you are also a reader of Spring Boudoir Opera."

After all, the Spring Boudoir Opera came from Tianquan City. The novels written by this mysterious author almost swept the entire Yan Dynasty.

Yaoqin was taken aback, and said shyly: "That's what the drinkers said, and my family just happened to hear it."

Jiang Han didn't bother to expose it, so he let Yaoqin play a piece of music casually. When Yaoqin was playing, Jiang Han brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, spread out the rice paper, and wrote a few neat words on it. big characters.

This is also thanks to Jiang Han's mother who supervised him to practice calligraphy when he was young.

The biggest weakness of other traversers is that the words are ugly.

However, this weakness does not exist in Jiang Han, because Jiang Han grew up under the influence of his mother since he was a child. Although his mother passed away later, the habit of practicing calligraphy has not changed.

Yaoqin also had something on her mind, she lost her mind when she was playing, and when she recovered from it, she realized that Jiang Han had left.

"Where is Your Highness?" Yaoqin stood up and said.

A servant girl came over: "Lady, His Highness left just now. He said that it was night and he would not be scolded by the princess. At that time, many people toasted His Highness to see him off. Your Highness asked us not to disturb your concentration."

"He..." Yaoqin was stunned, and suddenly felt that this Highness was different from other young masters.

"Lady, what's on the table?" the maid asked.

Yaoqin's eyes widened, and she hurried over to check, only to find a poem on the desk.

Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the water palace wind comes with pearl and green fragrance.

Who will cover the autumn fan with the cry, and wait for the king with the bright moon hanging in the sky.

Yaoqin mumbled her lips and repeated: "Who will cover the autumn fan with the cry and wait for the king with the bright moon hanging in the sky? The son is saying that the servant's house has the appearance of a harem?"

The beauties in the harem are generally the highest praise for a woman's appearance, because only the most beautiful women are qualified to serve the emperor.

And Jiang Han used this sentence to describe her, which made Yaoqin in a trance and almost fainted.

confidant!He is my confidant!

Yaoqin couldn't help covering her mouth, and tears fell down. No one has ever used such words to describe herself, this is the first time!

"Xiaoyu."

"My lady." The servant girl Xiaoyu came over.

Yaoqin wiped away her tears, and said in a choked voice: "Frame it, frame it quickly, I want everyone who passes the private seat to know that this is a poem written by His Highness."

"It seems that His Highness is interested in the lady." Xiaoyu expressed her opinion.

Yaoqin nodded: "He is not like other men, he only knows how to make the slave family happy and take advantage of the slave family. He keeps a distance of one foot from the slave family's disappearance. She respects the slave family and regards the slave family as a person with him. A woman in the same position, in his eyes, the slave is not a girl, but an ordinary woman!"

After a while, Yaoqin was already sobbing.

"My lady..." The servant girl came over and didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only accompany her silently.