[Quick Transmigration] Twelve Beauties

I don't know what Qingzhao looked like after hearing the news.I don't know what kind of mood she had in following Zhao Mingcheng back.Because, at that time, I was still arguing with Qin Chuguan's mother.I want to leave, but she doesn't want to, but after all, without my deed of sale, I can't stop it, so I can only procrastinate and find some other excuses to procrastinate.But I was not cowardly, I just took the salute and left with my heart, no matter how many sweet words she said, I just wouldn't listen.

In the end, he still came out from the Qinchu Pavilion.

It’s just that I can’t go to Li’s Mansion. After all, Master Li’s name has been resounding throughout Bianliang during this period. Uncle Li and the others must have heard some rumors after they returned to Beijing. Probably, in their opinion, I Is it very self-willed and depraved?

Rather than being embarrassed by seeing each other, it is better to simply throw it away and let each other be chic.

However, Qingzhao is still a little worried.

So he rented an elegant small courtyard next to the Zhao residence, and occasionally he could inquire about the family background of the Zhao residence, and even, if he was lucky, occasionally saw Qingzhao's figure.

Although we made a lot of money in the Qinchu Pavilion, Zixin and I can't sit and eat, after all, we still need to earn more money.Anyway, I figured it out, in this troubled world, relying on men is worse than relying on myself, and I don't know what will happen to Qingzhao and my luck in the future.It’s always a good idea to raise more money first.

What's more, I am also afraid of being alone.Gotta find something to do.

Heavy work such as hand-carrying and shoulder-carrying is definitely not acceptable, and I don’t want to do the business of advising people to fight for husband’s love like I did back then.Because I found that ancient times are very different from modern times. Even if your husband spoils you, it is not very useful.For example, Zhao Mingcheng's treatment of Qingzhao.

Therefore, it is really not interesting for them to struggle in wives and concubines.I feel that if they have the skills, it is better to start their own business and find a future for themselves.Of course, I can't change other people's lives.I can only think about what I should do.

After thinking about it, it seems that apart from literary talent and singing and dancing, I don't know anything else.

Although the singing and dancing has inherited the superb performance of Zhao Feiyan's generation of dancers, they cannot be sold publicly after all, otherwise they will be no different from those in the Qin Chu Pavilion.

Literary talents are exchanged for money. Generally, scholars will help others to copy manuscripts in exchange for some money, but I think that the earning is too little, and secondly, my calligraphy is not very good.Wu Zetian told me at the beginning that calligraphy is not very important to people like us who do not make a living from calligraphy.Just like you are a beauty, no matter what clothes you wear, you are still a beauty.And calligraphy is just a piece of clothing. What can really be used by her is my literary talent and ability.

Finally, I bit my pen and decided: let's write!

Tang Poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu, and novels did not become popular until the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Why don't I set a precedent in history and write novels here to sell?Anyway, there used to be a girl in the dormitory who wrote articles on the Internet, and she seemed to be living a fulfilling life every day.

Well, I admit, filling the loneliness is my original intention.As for making money and being famous, well, it would be better to have them.

In this way, I made up my mind to write an article.

What kind of text should I write?

Well, I remember that there was a Tang legend in the Tang Dynasty. It was short and although it was well written, it was still rather jerky.Since we want to set a precedent, we should simply write in vernacular.

Anyway, the Song Dynasty already had paper, so it was not difficult to write.

As for the theme, of course it is lily!

Although I know that in this feudal era, lily scripts would not have many audiences, and even in modern times, lily audiences are the least, let alone ancient times.

It doesn't matter, writing, I just want to be happy.If you are not happy to write, how can you keep writing?

Well, Lily!

I bit my pen, pondered for a while, and a story took shape in my mind: A young woman in a noble family was rejected by her in-laws because her natal father was degraded. Only then did she understand that the so-called affection of a man It's just a wise man who protects himself in the face of adversity.So far, she no longer has any hope for the marriage of men and women, but started a relationship with a sister who grew up... Well, that's it!

When she fell in love with her childhood sweetheart, she realized that true love is so comfortable and happy. Then, she could concentrate on writing her own poems...in happiness, write her own poems.

The more I thought about it, the happier I was, so I immediately spread out the manuscript paper and began to write.

Although the writing brush is too big, it is a little inconvenient to use, but I have also been a Shangguan Wan'er, so I wrote a full chapter in one day.

I yawned, put it on the table with satisfaction, and then went out to eat.

Zixin had been waiting impatiently for me, and he ate very quickly at this time, presumably he was hungry.

I laughed and asked her, is there anyone nearby who likes to read novels?Where is there a bookstore or the like that can print novels?

She smiled: "Girl, you are embarrassing. I, a girl, don't know where novels are published. I just said that I like to read novels, but I know."

"Oh?"

"I'm interested."

"Teahouse." She curled her lips, tore the steamed buns and soaked them in the porridge, "People who are resting in teahouses like to listen to novels. But most of them are illiterate, so they usually like to listen to storytelling. Well, do you like to read novels?" , maybe there are more Ten Mile Pavilions.”

"Ten Mile Pavilion?"

"Yeah. The scenery there is very good. It is a place where many literati gather. They often compete with each other for poems. Sometimes they write good sentences and post them on it for later people to read. If people think it is good, they will copy it back and spread it. .”

so...

I have an idea.

That night, I hand-copied a copy of my manuscript, and planned to post it at the Ten Mile Changting Pavilion tomorrow.After the article has gained a certain reputation, it will be sent to the storyteller in the teahouse for free, and let him make a storytelling book for those who cannot read. First, it will make the book famous. Women wake up.When the reputation is built up, I will print it again, and I must be able to buy a good one.

Make up your mind and do it.

The next day, I took my manuscript to the ten-mile long pavilion to post it.

Because he was afraid of getting into trouble, he specially wore loose clothes and a veil to cover himself tightly.Sure enough, this time it was no longer noticeable.

So I finished posting my manuscript with peace of mind.Suddenly, I remembered that my roommate would always say when to update in order to let readers know the truth.So, biting his lip, he borrowed a writing brush from a man next to him, and added on the last page of the manuscript: If you want to know what will happen next, please see the update in the future.

In this way, he nodded in satisfaction.

When returning the pen to the man, the man smiled: "Sure enough, since Lay Yi'an, more and more talented women have begun to show themselves."

Lay Yi An?

My ears moved.

Another man next to him sneered and said, "What kind of talented woman. Do you know what kind of life Li Yi'an lives? Hey, it's worse than ordinary peasant women!"

My blood welled up.

Keep listening.

"how do I say this?"

"You don't know, do you? I heard that Zhao Mingcheng was dissatisfied when he saw his wife writing so many poems, so he wrote dozens of poems, then messed them up, and gave them to Mr. Lu for appreciation. He asked which ones were the best, and Mr. Lu pointed them out. , all of which are Li Qingzhao's poems. Especially the two sentences of "the curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers." The man shook his head and sneered, "Then Zhao Mingcheng still didn't give up, so he compared her poem with his favorite one. The poems were copied and pasted together in the ten-mile long pavilion, right there, you see, Li Qingzhao's poems have been torn apart and copied everywhere. No one cares about his poems."

I followed his chin to look over, and sure enough, there was a manuscript paper that was obviously turned over the most, and it was faintly recognizable, it was Qingzhao's poem.

"Layman Yi'an is good at learning, and it's normal to be better than Zhao Mingcheng. Why is he not as good as a peasant woman?"

The first man was still puzzled.

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid? What man can let his wife down like that? No, Zhao Mingcheng is angry, I heard that he has never entered Li Yi'an's room again! And, I heard..." He lowered his voice The voice said, "She was beaten from time to time. I saw Li Qingzhao during a visit with a friend. Li Qingzhao had a bruised nose and a swollen face. It looked like she had been beaten. How pitiful."