Chapter 61 A delicate young woman recited the Analects all night.

Ran Rong looked shyly at Ye Ting in front of her and said softly, "Young Master, would you like me to perform something for you?"

Ye Ting was still lost in his own thoughts when he heard these words, and he felt only fear in his heart.

But you can't just order a girl and then leave her standing there, can you?

Ye Ting stammered, "Miss, please sit down first, let's chat."

Ran Rong was taken aback, but when she noticed the man's face was slightly flushed, she knew that the young master in front of her was probably shy.

She felt she could be bolder, because she had heard from Mama Hua that the more easily a young man is shy, the more he likes a bold and outgoing girl.

Thinking of this, Ran Rong walked forward and plopped down next to Ye Ting.

Her voice was incredibly charming, "Young master, what would you like to discuss with me?"

The woman's sudden approach caught Ye Ting off guard. The unique fragrance of a young woman lingered in his nostrils, and Ye Ting felt his heart race.

He wasn't moved by Dao Xin; he was just very uncomfortable because he had only been in frequent contact with Nian An and Nian Ning during this period!

Ye Ting felt his palms sweating profusely. Damn it, how could he say such a ridiculous thing as asking a girl to chat with him?

Now look what's happened! The other person, Mo, thinks he's a reckless person.

But Ran Rong didn't think that way at all. Looking at the silent young master in front of her, she felt a surge of spring fever in her heart.

It was the first time she had seen such a shy and handsome young man at a brothel.

She likes it very much.

Seeing that Ye Ting remained silent, she placed her small hand on Ye Ting's shoulder and said, "Young master, whatever you want me to perform, as long as I know how, I will do my best."

“This…” Ye Ting felt immense pressure.

Ran Rong looked at Ye Ting in front of her and said softly, "Young Master, please don't be shy. I can tell that you are a very shy person."

Upon hearing this, Ye Ting was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and froze on the spot.

Hey! Any man who hasn't had much contact with girls would be shy like that, okay?

Ye Ting frowned and thought for a moment, then finally asked, "Miss, can you recite the Book of Songs?"

Ran Rong was taken aback. The Book of Songs?

Ran Rong had studied a little bit of poetry, but at such a wonderful moment, this handsome young man in front of her actually wanted her to recite the Book of Songs?

Ran Rong felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her heart, and all her enthusiasm was slowly fading away.

But the young master before her was her guest. Suppressing her displeasure, Ran Rong said softly:

"Reporting to you, young master, I have learned a little bit. Would you like to hear it?"

Ye Ting wasn't stupid; he could tell that the girl named Ran Rong's voice had turned quite cold because of his words.

But……

Ye Ting was on the verge of tears, but at that moment, the sound of reading aloud drifted from next door, ahead of them.

Night Court: "?"

How could the sound of recitation be coming from next door?

Isn't that the room where the masters are?

Could it be...?

Ye Ting was almost laughing to death. He looked out the window in disbelief. He never imagined that his master would be even more playful than him, actually having that woman recite the poem.

And what was being recited was...

Confucius said: "To learn and at due times to practice what one has learned, is that not also a pleasure? To have friends come from afar..."

"Youzi said: 'A person who is filial and respectful to his elders, yet likes to defy his superiors, is rare; one who does not like to defy his superiors, yet likes to create chaos, has never existed. A gentleman should be mindful of…'"

“I examine myself thrice daily. Have I been disloyal in serving others? Have I been untrustworthy in dealing with friends? Have I failed to pass on knowledge…”

Ye Ting wasn't completely ignorant; he figured out that the unfortunate girl who had been handpicked by her master was reading the Analects of Confucius.

Thinking of this, Ye Ting couldn't help but laugh.

Ran Rong knew that the person next door was another, even more handsome young man who had come with the young man in front of her. Hearing the recitation, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She thought she was already miserable enough, but she never expected that the person Miaopan was serving would be even more bizarre than the one she was serving.

"Young master, shall I still recite?" Ran Rong asked.

Ye Ting waved his hand and looked at Ran Rong beside him, "No need, no need. You can just sit next to me. We can have some tea and pastries, and listen to their recitations while enjoying the night view outside the window."

Ran Rong was shocked, "Young Master, this..."

"What? You don't actually want to recite it along with me, do you?"

Ran Rong immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum. She was being asked to recite such lifeless things in the middle of the night? She absolutely refused!

Ye Ting took in the expression on Ran Rong's face and said, "Since you are unwilling, then let's just sit here and listen to them recite."

Ran Rong could only agree, "Alright, I will listen to you, young master."

At the same time, she was secretly complaining to herself that these two people were indeed from the same group, and they were probably just looking for ways to torture these prostitutes at night.

The crescent moon outside the window resembled a ship sailing on the sea, drifting in the night sky, surrounded by many stars. A few hoarse cries, crows flying past the window, and wisps of clouds drifting in the sky could not obscure the moonlight in the slightest.

I don't know how much time passed, but when the sun slowly rose from the east, its bright, shimmering light cast its warm glow on every inch of the earth.

The madam's eyes were shrouded in gloom. Last night, she had thought that Miaopan and Ranrong would be favored by these two young masters, but who knew...

She eavesdropped and actually overheard someone reciting a poem?

It kept her awake all night.

Yan Jue and Ye Ting, dressed impeccably, emerged from the room and greeted the madam, Hua, who was standing in front of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

"Madam, we're leaving."

Looking at the two refreshed men, the madam's smile froze, and her voice was almost laced with gritted teeth as she said, "Young Master Yan and this young master, please take care."

Yan Jue waved his hand and took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve. "No need to call me Young Master Yan. This is a reward for the two ladies from last night. Here you go."

The madam was taken aback, a look of surprise that Yan Jue noticed. Ye Ting, who was standing nearby, immediately knew what to do. He took a step forward and explained to the two tired girls:

"I am the Regent's personal bodyguard. The one who specifically requested Miss Miaopan last night was none other than His Highness the Regent."

Ran Rong and Miao Pan were still exhausted when they saw Young Master Yan and his friend off with mournful eyes. Who knew that as soon as they came out, they were told that the tormenting Young Master Yan was actually the regent of the current dynasty.