"How can a lowly person like me be worthy of being friends with Young Master Jiang?"

As Bai Wan'er spoke, she stared at Jiang Chen with low self-esteem and expectancy.

"Our origin is not something we can choose. But we can choose what kind of person we are and what kind of people we make friends with."

Jiang Chen gave Bai Wan'er an encouraging smile, then patted her shoulder and said, "You are not only my friend, Jiang Chen, but also my founding disciple, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master! Haha~!"

Bai Wan'er's lonely heart seemed to suddenly find support and sustenance at this moment, and she laughed very happily.

After she stopped laughing, she thought of those stories about talented men and beauties, and couldn't help but coquettishly said to Jiang Chen:

"Master, can you write a poem for me? I am still an upright official, and no one has written a poem for me yet!"

Write poetry?

Jiang Chen is not afraid of memorizing poems, since he has complete memories of his past life in his mind, but when it comes to writing, he is not confident in his calligraphy.

After a moment of embarrassment, his eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded: "Yes, you can treat me to a nice meal. I will write a poem for you in the afternoon!"

“It’s a deal!”

Bai Wan'er looked excited and directly used the money she earned to order a table for two taels of silver.

Jiang Chen was not polite. After having a full meal, he went out to find a craftsman to make dip pens and pencils.

…

An hour later.

When Bai Wan'er saw that Jiang Chen hadn't come back yet, she couldn't help but ask Qing'er to go out and check.

But before Qing'er could go out, Zhou's mother walked into the room with a happy face and said to Bai Wan'er:

"Girl, you are now famous! Wang Yanei and several noble gentlemen came here because they wanted to hear the girl sing that new song!"

"I'm waiting for Mr. Jiang, please apologize to the nobles for me."

Bai Wan'er shook her head and refused.

"You can't do this, girl!"

Zhou's mother immediately changed her expression and reminded: "The Wang Yamen's name is Wang Huan, his father is Wang Zhongke, and his brother-in-law is Cai Xianggong of the current dynasty. How can such a person refuse?"

When Qing'er on the side heard this, he knew that Mother Zhou must have taken advantage of others, and couldn't help but sneered: "Mother Zhou, don't scare people.

Now that the girl has lived in Xuemei Garden, she has an identity. Whoever comes here will see each other when they see each other, and they will see each other if they don't want to. Could it be that in the eyes of Zhou's mother, the girl is not as good as the Xie family next door?

?"

this……

Zhou's mother glared at Qing'er angrily, and had to go out and send Wang Huan and the others away with a smile.

Although Wang Huan was dissatisfied, he couldn't use force at Wangyue Tower, so he had to leave in depression.

But just after taking a few steps, Jiang Chen swaggered into Xuemei Garden.

This made Wang Huan immediately angry. He stared at Zhou's mother with evil eyes and asked, "Who is that person? Why can he go in but I can't?"

"That's Mr. Jiang, who went to teach Miss Bai to sing. The new song Miss Bai sang was composed by Mr. Jiang."

Although Zhou's mother knew that Jiang Chen was not teaching singing this time, she still laughed and looked at him.

"Oh I got it!"

Wang Huan lost his temper as soon as he heard this.

But at this moment, Lu Wenbin, who had followed and monitored Jiang Chen all the way, suddenly spoke in a strange and sinister manner:

"What about teaching singing? I just saw Jiang, a craftsman, making some strange things. He must be trying to please Miss Bai right now, right? It's true that the first to win is the first to win!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Huan's gloomy face, shook his head and sighed:

"Oh! This person named Jiang is really a lucky person!

Not only are the lady and the maid beautiful and beautiful, but the cousin next to her also has the appearance of a king, and now there is a white girl who looks like a fairy, which is really enviable!"

The country is beautiful and fragrant?

What does Zhaojun look like?

After Wang Huan heard this, his eyes instantly glowed green, and he stared at Lu Wenbin and asked, "Are you telling the truth? Are the women around Jiang Chen really that beautiful?"

"certainly!"

Lu Wenbin showed a sinister smile and came closer and said: "In Wang Yameni, the person named Jiang lives in Luwei Lane in the outer city. Wang Shiyuan, the brother of Wang Yameni, is the chief security officer there. If you ask someone, you will know whether it is true or not!"

"

"Well, you're pretty good."

Wang Huan smiled and patted Lu Wenbin on the shoulder, then turned around and left.

After arriving at a secluded corner, he ordered the attendant: "Go and tell Wang Shiyuan that no matter what method he uses, he must send those young ladies to me within two days!"

"this……"

Chang Sui looked embarrassed and advised: "Master, Jiang is quite famous now, and he is from a book club. Will touching his family harm your reputation?"

"Hmph! It's his blessing that this young master likes his woman. If he dares to be disrespectful, we will pluck out his tongue so that he will never be able to speak in the future!"

Wang Huan snorted coldly and left quickly.

…

At this moment, Jiang Chen didn't know that his wife and soon-to-be concubine had been noticed by Wang Huan, so he was using a dip pen made by a skilled craftsman to write a poem for Bai Wan'er:

"Half a mortal heart and half an immortal heart, the eyebrows have been empty for a thousand years.

A broken bridge cannot break the world, but the West Lake will continue the journey."

"Master, are you writing this poem for me? I'm not really a white lady."

Bai Wan'er pouted dissatisfiedly, while looking at the strange pen in Jiang Chen's hand, she was secretly surprised.

"No! From today on, you are the White Snake, and the White Snake is you!

Come, sit down, Master will draw a sketch for you, and then hang it in the house with this poem, to ensure your success!"

Jiang Chen ignored Bai Wan'er's dissatisfaction, put her in a cute and charming pose, and then started drawing with a pencil.

Since he planned to attach himself to the eunuch Yang Jian, he wanted to have a background that was enough to protect himself.

He didn't dare to think about taking the imperial examination, but as he was good at sketching, he planned to try the examination at the calligraphy and painting academy, hoping to seize the time to regain his touch.

"Master, can you still paint?"

Bai Wan'er's beautiful eyes showed a look of expectation.

"Of course! Your master, I know a lot, you can learn more in the future."

While Jiang Chen was painting, he was chatting with Bai Wan'er.

It wasn't until Bai Wan'er's surprised laughter rang out in the room that she walked away with a stinking look on her face.

…

At dusk.

Jiang Chen, who was shaking his folding fan and changed his outfit from head to toe, came to the tavern at the entrance of Reed Alley with his cousin who was carrying large and small bags under the surveillance of the hanged man Lu Wenbin.

Seeing Wang Bao Dao sitting in his old seat with great dignity, Jiang Chen walked over with a pot of wine and two kilograms of cooked beef, handed it to him with a smile and said:

"Wang Baozhang, I got some extra rewards today, so I bought a few kilograms of cooked beef for you to drink with. Please use it slowly."

"Um!"

Baochang Wang nodded with an arrogant look, then looked at Jiang Chen with a strange look and said, "Master Jiang, congratulations, you are lucky this time!"
Chapter completed!