Bi Qiao couldn't train people in the palace, so she rented a large courtyard and gathered the selected beauties there for her training.
Xiao Guozi drove the carriage familiarly to the courtyard where Bi Qiao was. This place was in the western part of Guanzhou City. Zhao Shu got off the carriage and saw the two large, flamboyant characters "Yang Residence".
"This house originally belonged to a scholar named Luo Hu. Later, for some unknown reason, it was sold to the local owner, who is also the manager of Yunfang Pavilion. The manager of Yunfang Pavilion lost his wife before the New Year and had only one son. His son went to Jiangnan with the young master of Yunfang Pavilion, so he moved into the backyard of Yunfang Pavilion and then rented the courtyard to Sister Bi Qiao," Xiao Guozi explained.
"Luo Hu?" Zhao Shu had some impression of him. He was a poet. It was only four or five years after his death that his poems slowly began to circulate. At that time, the world was in an uproar. Every year during the Qingming Festival, many scholars and literati would bring wine and fruit to his grave to pay their respects.
"Yes, I heard he was a scholar who was unsuccessful in his career and was depressed. He wandered the world all year round. I heard from the manager of Yunfang Pavilion that Mr. Luo was over fifty years old and still alone. After selling his house, he said he would never come back."
Frustrated and unfulfilled? Zhao Shu hurriedly asked, "Do you know where Mr. Luo is now?"
"You'll have to ask Manager Yang. Should I go and ask him?" Xiao Guozi said.
"Go ask, go now, find Mr. Luo as soon as possible, be quick!" Judging from his memories of his previous life, Luo Hu should have passed away this year or next. He was over fifty years old, single, and had sold his house. He must have been heartbroken. It would be a miracle if he didn't die, especially for a scholar with such a heavy heart. Once his heart breaks, he breaks down. Hopefully, it's not too late.
Xiao Guozi was startled, not understanding why the princess was acting this way. Had he said something wrong? Despite his doubts, he still ran off.
After Xiao Guozi left, Sun Yun asked, "Ah Jun, you're not thinking of recruiting Luo Hu, are you?"
Zhao Shu glanced at her, smiled but said nothing. Sun Yun was too clever; she could guess her intentions from just a few words from Xiao Zhu Zi.
They had already entered the house while they were talking. It just so happened that Zhao Shu only received the news when she arrived at the gate. By the time she came out to greet them, Zhao Shu had already walked into the courtyard.
"Princess, Miss Huo, Miss Sun." She led eight beautiful young women in a graceful bow.
Zhao Shu glanced at them one by one. These women were all selected from the maids of Prince Yong's mansion. Some of them were also chosen by Du Bai from the lowest-ranking palace maids of the Empress Dowager. Although they were not exceptionally beautiful, they were still pleasing to the eye. With some dressing up, they could be considered beauties.
Bi Qiao was extremely satisfied with her recent achievements and was about to introduce them to Zhao Shu one by one when Hongxia interrupted her plan. Hongxia said breathlessly, "Princess, the Prince has returned."
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