Mengchun Tower.

In the boudoir on the second floor.

A tulle veil blocked the bathtub, and the hot air filtered through the petals floating on the water and turned into a curl of mist, which continued to wrap around the roof beams.

"Wow——"

Shishi stood up from the tub.

She has a black silk shawl, graceful curves, and water droplets hanging on her snow-white skin, like a water hibiscus, so delicate and charming.

"My sister is so beautiful!"

The maid's eyes shone brightly, and she quickly helped Shishi get dressed, muttering: "If I were one of those young masters outside, I would definitely be obsessed with my sister!"

Shishi smiled softly: "Xiaoqing, you are getting more and more courageous, even I dare to make fun of you."

"What this slave said is true."

Xiao Qing said excitedly: "Today my sister came out of the cabinet, and now many princes and nobles have come. Not to mention other things, there are only two princes here!"

"So what..."

Shishi sat on the dressing table, looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and said melancholy: "You and I in this brothel seem to have infinite scenery, but we are always like the floating duckweed in the water, we can't help ourselves..."

Xiaoqing's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly whispered: "Sister, be careful what you say!"

Next to the dressing table.

Girl Shishi trembled.

But no one noticed that the bookish face in the bronze mirror showed no trace of panic, and there was even a little bit of anger and fatigue in his eyes...

Squeak——

The door to the boudoir was pushed open.

A maid came in, holding a stack of rice paper in her arms, lowered her head and said: "Miss Shishi, the noble gentlemen outside have finished composing poems."

"Put it on the table."

Shishi said lightly, and then ordered: "Xiaoqing, reward me!"

"Thank you, thank you Miss Shishi!"

The maidservant's eyes turned red and she said gratefully: "People in Kangfang are cold and warm. Only Miss Shishi is kind-hearted and considerate of us as slaves..."

Many thanks.

The maid respectfully placed the rice paper on the table, accepted the reward from the eldest maid, and carefully closed the door when she left.

The maid Xiaoqing stood nearby, seeming to be used to all this.

Shishi sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the rice paper and flipped through it carelessly, the white snow on her chest squeezed into a ravine.

suddenly.

Her eyes froze and her breathing gradually became rapid.

"Gift of Poems"

If life were just like the first time we met,

What's the matter with the sad autumn wind and painted fans?

Easily change your old heart,

However, the truth is that people’s hearts can change easily.

"This... this poem..."

Shishi stared at the rice paper, her eyes moved to the signature, and found two words "Fang Ying" clearly written on it.

"It's him! It's really him!"

Shishi's pretty face turned red, and she trembled and murmured to herself: "I thought he was good at chanting sword poems, but I didn't expect his love poems to be so amazing..."

"If life is just like the first meeting... If life is just like the first meeting, this poem... is simply written into people's hearts..."

Xiaoqing stood nearby, her mouth widening in surprise.

Although she was just a maid in a brothel, following Shishi and seeing countless talented people's masterpieces, she naturally had good taste.

But those poems are nothing compared to the one in front of me.

Just then.

Shishi suddenly stood up!

With her bare snow-white feet half covered with gauze, she was in a state of bliss and rushed to the door desperately.

"Sister! No!"

Xiao Qing was horrified and quickly hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear: "Sister, please don't forget your identity... If someone sees you being emotional, you... what will you do? …”

Talking and talking.

The eldest maid shed tears.

They are in this rouge building, pleasing people with their beauty and art, and the sweet words they say to the young gentlemen and nobles who come and go are all just for fun.

Only Fang Ying can truly understand them!

Otherwise, he would not have been able to write such a poem... The first meeting in life, the autumn wind painting the fan, the lover's heart changing, the beauty's fate... Doesn't this describe the life of a brothel girl?

If this poem spreads.

I'm afraid that all the brothel girls in Chang'an City will burst into tears.

"Sister, please rest here first..."

Xiao Qing pushed her master onto the chair, wiped her tears and said, "I will go and ask this young master to come up immediately."

…

In the lobby on the first floor.

The full house of guests all stayed where they were.

At this time, no one was drinking and having fun, and no one was enjoying the singing and dancing on the stage. Everyone stretched their necks, waiting for news about Miss Shishi.

Just at this time.

A flash of cyan appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Look! It's out!"

"It's Xiaoqing, the maid next to Miss Shishi!"

"Haha! It seems that Miss Shishi has already chosen a lover..."

Everyone immediately exploded and started talking about it.

There are also some talented and noble people who seem to be very confident in their poems and are extremely excited, with a look of expectation on their faces.

Among them, the most proud one is Qi Wang Li You.

The three poems he prepared in advance were painstakingly produced by the Changsun family's staff. Just one poem can make waves.

What's more, he also voted for three songs at once...

Miss Shishi, she belongs to me!

Seeing Xiaoqing running downstairs in a hurry, Li You flicked his brocade robe and stood up slowly, not forgetting to turn his head to look at Fang Ying and Li Ge.

A winner's smile appeared on his face.

"Coming, coming!"

"Who will Miss Xiaoqing look for?!"

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoqing was already very close to here.

Li You quickly puffed out his chest, straightened his crown and clothes again, showed what he thought was the most charming smile, and greeted Xiao Qing.

"Miss Xiaoqing, I am ready, please lead the way..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Xiaoqing swooshed and ran past him with a gust of wind.

…

Li You still maintained the posture of raising his legs.
Chapter completed!