Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

For three consecutive days, Ning Fan plunged into various ledgers.

Ning Fan uses modern data processing methods, which is very efficient. Ning Fan can find some contradictions in the piles of ledgers by at least briefly browsing them.

However, Ning Fan kept these things calmly and secretly wrote them down in his notebook.

In the afternoon, Ning Fan returned to Qianjiang Villa.

I've been dealing with ledgers these past few days, and I'm a bit dazzled when I see things.

Just as he was planning to ask Yueying to cook something delicious to improve the food, Ergou unexpectedly ran in in a hurry.

"What happened? If you run so fast, I might drop your dog teeth."

Ning Fan smiled.

The moon shadow leaning on the rockery beside him couldn't help but giggle when he heard Ning Fan teasing the two dogs like this.

"Your Highness, Mr. Zhuang is here."

Ergou wiped his sweat and said.

Ning Fan didn't expect Zhuang Wen to come at this time, so he suddenly felt doubtful, but he still stood up and walked outside.

In front of the gate of the courtyard, Zhuang Wen was dressed like a Confucian scholar and was holding a folding fan in an elegant manner.

Zhuang Wen had just turned thirty-seven and was already a local governor. He indeed had a bright future. Ning Fan couldn't help but sigh when he saw it.

"Master Zhuang!"

Ning Fan raised his hand towards Zhuang Wen.

Zhuang Wen said with a face of joy: "Your Highness, you have been in Tianzhou for three days! How have you been these three days? Do you feel okay?"

"Yes, Tianzhou's scenery and people are indeed attractive."

Ning Fan laughed.

"Longing for it? Your Highness doesn't know, and thinks you haven't come to Tianzhou yet! Quickly change into your official uniform, tonight I will take Your Highness to see the elegant charm of Tianzhou."

Zhuang Wen smiled ambiguously at Ning Fan, which was a message that all men understood.

Ning Fan immediately understood that Zhuang Wen might want to take him around for a while to show his friendship as a landlord.

In this era, men's entertainment items are actually extremely boring. Of course, what men are most interested in is fireworks venues.

Ning Fan guessed that Zhuang Wen must take him to that kind of place.

As expected, I heard Zhuang Wen say again: "Miss Qingyi, a famous courtesan in Tianzhou, will hold a coming-of-age ceremony tonight! As long as Miss Qingyi likes her, she may become a guest!"

"Your Highness, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If Your Highness is really chosen by Miss Qingyi, it will certainly be a good story!"

Zhuang Wen chuckled.

The people of Dakang are open and open, and romantic places have always been places where stories about talented people and beautiful women often come out.

Prostitutes are also divided into three, six or nine grades. The lowest grade specializes in the flesh business, and those literati, talented people and nobles naturally look down upon them.

In fact, no matter whether they are officials or talented people, what they yearn for the most is a shepherd!

This so-called pure courtesan is also a person who is qualified to compete for courtesan. This kind of girl is usually raised from an early age. She is an artist but not a prostitute, and her body is cleaner than that of a woman from a good family.

Moreover, he is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and everyone’s appearance is also outstanding.

The most terrible thing is that these promiscuous women are not only good at interpreting words, but also can recite poems and compose poems. Even some talented and talented people can surpass some talented people, and their poems can amaze everyone!

Of course, these gentry husbands did not spend their entire lives performing arts and not selling themselves. If they found a suitable talent, they would basically marry him and become a concubine.

In fact, these poor people have a strong ability to make money, and when they reach a certain age, they have the capital to redeem themselves.

In Anjing, the most famous oiran is naturally Liu Ruyan!

Liu Ruyan is a master of both poetry and painting, and has gone beyond the scope of ordinary prostitutes. Indeed, her reputation is almost the same as that of future stars, and she is called the Liu Master!

He was highly sought after when he came in and out, and even became a guest of some famous nobles.

I just don’t know who is better between Qing Yi and Liu Ruyan?

"Master Zhuang, let me change my clothes."

Ning Fan did not refuse, greeted Zhuang Wen and walked back.

Ergou followed Ning Fan, but said worriedly: "Your Highness, why don't you let Luo Yong lead someone to follow you? This way, you can handle the situation.

Ning Fan did not refuse this time, and nodded as he walked: "It is enough to ask Luo Yong to bring four or five people with him. Follow him from a distance and don't get close."

Ergou turned around to find Luo Yong, while Ning Fan went upstairs to change clothes.

Yueying flashed in and helped Ning Fan dress and button his clothes.

The height of the teenage girl has reached Ning Fan's chin. When the two of them were close, Ning Fan could even see Yueying's smooth forehead.

"Then Zhuang Wen doesn't seem to be a good guy at first glance. He's so snarky that he's afraid he's going to take His Highness to those dirty tricks!"

The little girl couldn't bear it anymore.

Ning Fan smiled: "Why is it so dirty in your mouth? Why is it so dirty when you recite poems correctly?"

Yueying glanced at Ning Fan with a resentful look: "Who doesn't know what you men are thinking? Reciting poems and writing poems is just a cover, and being a guest is the ultimate goal!"

Ning Fan didn't argue with the little girl. He shook his head and smiled: "I'm not really interested in those places. It's just that Brothel Lane has been the most well-informed place since ancient times! Going tonight is just a joke. The most important thing is Let’s get some information.”

Yueying stopped talking, sneered a few times, turned around and went out.

When he turned his head, his hair was lifted up and brushed against Ning Fan's chin, leaving Ning Fan speechless for a while.

Ergou often said that this girl was a stubborn donkey, but he never dared to say it to her face. In his heart, he was still afraid of Yueying's kung fu.

A dagger can kill a fly from a distance of more than ten meters. This is definitely not a joke...

Ning Fan was wearing a moon-white gown, and he also imitated Zhuang Wen and held a folding fan. When Ning Fan came out dressed neatly, even the dark-faced Yue Ying felt his eyes light up.

But he immediately turned aside and walked away glumly.

Ning Fan didn't even say hello to Ergou, and went to the front yard alone. Zhuang Wen saw Ning Fan dressed up, and his eyes froze for a moment.

Immediately he laughed: "Your Highness is truly worthy of being a noble man from Tianhuang. His appearance and temperament are much higher than ordinary people!"

"Don't call me Your Highness, just call me Mr. Ning! I'll also call you Mr. Zhuang."

Ning Fan opened the folding fan and said with a smile.

Zhuang Wen nodded hurriedly, as if he understood.

After leaving the courtyard gate, the two of them got on Zhuang Wen's carriage.

"Your Highness, I guarantee you will fall in love with this girl Qingyi at first sight!"

Zhuang Wen had a mysterious smile on his face.

Ning Fan also looked very interested: "Young Master Zhuang is quite concerned about this? So, Young Master Zhuang is also interested in Miss Qingyi?"

"No, no, no, how dare you, a lower official! But if you want to win Miss Qingyi's favor and get the chance to be alone with Miss Qingyi, your poems must be pleasing to the eye!"

Zhuang Wen quickly excused himself.

The corners of Ning Fan's mouth turned up slightly, which he was not afraid of. After all, he was full of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and it would be a fool's errand to compete with humanities.

Once the Wenzhaogong mode is activated, I am afraid that all the talents in Dakang combined will not be able to match Ning Fan's hand.