Just as the Su family came to demand an explanation, Qin Changsheng was walking around bored in the main city at the foot of Sujia Mountain.
On both sides of the bustling street, people come and go, it is very lively.
Suddenly, Qin Changsheng stopped and stood still, looking at the magnificent small building in front of him.
Tianyin Pavilion!
A good name, it sounds like a good place to listen to music.
Tianyin Pavilion suddenly appeared five thousand years ago. Relying on the many beautiful singers and dancers in the pavilion and their extraordinary talents, it has grown to a huge scale in the entire human territory in just a few thousand years.
The entire pavilion exudes an atmosphere of luxury and mystery. If you listen carefully, you can hear the soft sound of musical instruments, which makes people feel a different kind of tranquility and melodiousness.
It is said that all the people in the pavilion are well-trained courtesans who are proficient in poetry, songs, calligraphy, painting, chess, and the most important thing is that they sell their art but not their bodies.
What a pity, it's just a plain place! Qin Changsheng sighed softly.
Although he had been talking about love everywhere for the past ten thousand years, he was extremely low-key because he had no cultivation. He always stayed away from places where there was constant jealousy and competition.
However, now he is an emperor and invincible.
It’s not too much to come to this place to see it, drink some tea and listen to some music!
After much deliberation, Qin Changsheng decided to go in and investigate.
But as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was stopped.
"Sir, please show your identity or financial resources."
"Please forgive me, this is a high-end place, you can't just enter casually!"
"Sir, although you are handsome, you can't get it for free!"
Although the tone is gentle, the words convey one meaning:
No entry for poor people!
"Capital verification?"
Qin Changsheng stood there in a daze, as if he was dreaming of his past life, where he entered a high-end residential area to buy a house.
It’s so fashionable, but you need to verify your capital to visit a brothel?
With his identity as the ancestor of the Qin family, he could naturally enter, but if he told this to others, he would probably be regarded as a liar.
Moreover, if people get the news that the Qin family's ancestor visited a brothel, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
Qin Changsheng subconsciously looked at the storage ring. He was promoted to the Great Emperor so suddenly that he had not yet gotten into the habit of storing things in the Purple Mansion. He was still used to using the storage ring.
Everywhere he looked, he saw things given to him by his ex-girlfriend. As for the mundane currency, spirit stones, etc., it seemed that they had all been kept at the Qin family before.
All that was left of him were ten supreme imperial weapons and some medicinal pills.
this……
Visiting a brothel and using the Jidao Emperor's weapons as collateral is too extravagant, but whether people will recognize it or not is another matter.
It’s over!
As expected, poverty makes me upright!
Qin Changsheng sighed deeply and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the poem hanging at the door.
A flash of inspiration came to my mind, and I thought of various plots from my previous life's novels.
"Excuse me, if I compose a good poem, can I enter?"
"Of course, if you can write excellent poems and satisfy the branch master, you will not only be able to enter, but also be a distinguished guest. You must know that the original intention of establishing this Tianyin Pavilion is to meet talented people from all over the world." The guard replied.
Done!
Qin Changsheng was overjoyed.
Sure enough, the happiness you get by spending money is not real happiness.
Freeloading is the real happiness!
As scholars, we want to convince others with our talents!
Swish, swish, swish!
Qin Changsheng picked up the pen and ink beside him and started writing. After he finished writing, he handed it to the guard and waited on the side, feeling confident.
What I wrote (copied) were the words that were handed down from generation to generation. In this world where martial arts are the main focus and literary style is not particularly strong, why not just kill people randomly?
………
On the third floor of the attic, Meng Xuan'er leaned on the soft bed, covered with a veil, her graceful figure faintly visible, making people salivate. She half-closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Good poem, young lady, good poem!"
A maid ran up breathlessly, holding a poem with wet ink in her hand.
"Hehe, Xiao Cui'er, where is it so wet? Could it be that you have met your ideal husband?" Meng Xuan'er giggled and joked.
She has been running this branch office for hundreds of years and has seen all kinds of so-called peerless poems and lyrics. They are all those who are seeking fame and reputation.
"Miss, this is a really good poem. If you don't believe me, take a look." Cui'er's cheeks flushed with ridicule, but she still handed over the poem.
"The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty..."
Meng Xuan'er stopped talking after reading the first sentence. Her charming expression disappeared, leaving only disbelief and anxiety on her face. She put her hands on Cui'er's shoulders, her face serious, and asked:
“Who wrote this and where is the person?”
Cui Er had never seen her young lady like this before, and was frightened for a moment. It took her a long time to reply:
"Miss, this was written by a handsome young man outside. He is waiting outside now."
Meng Xuan'er also realized that her behavior was too abnormal and frightened the little maid. She touched Cui'er's hair to comfort her, muttering in her cherry lips:
"It's good that he didn't leave. It's good that he didn't leave."
Then, as if in a state of urgency, he ordered:
"Go quickly and bring that young master into Room One. Arrange for Luoxue and Liuli to serve him well. Make sure to keep that young master calm and buy time."
After the maid left, Meng Xuan'er took out a communication talisman from her bosom. After sending the message with her mind, she breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the unfinished poem, and continued reading:
"The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty, the spring breeze blows the dew on the threshold, if we had not met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."
She would never forget this poem, which was a poem that the ancestor asked them to engrave in their hearts.
Strictly speaking, Tianyin Pavilion is an intelligence organization, and its purpose is to provide a home for these weak women with miserable backgrounds and no home.
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