This old nanny is also a good person, and her words are very beautiful. Mrs. Ye sent the bird's nest to express her condolences, probably because of her status as the future Princess Chen.
Qing Hua took the wooden box from the old grandma's hand and returned to Ye Fuxun. Ye Fuxun put his right hand to his mouth and coughed a few times, "Thank you grandma for me."
"I feel relieved to see that the eldest lady is fine. I will go back to the old lady to make her feel at ease."
Ye Fuxun raised his hand and whispered to Qingqin, "Help me deliver the bird's nest to grandma." The corner of his mouth raised, a sarcastic smile appeared on his face, and he ordered Qing Hua to take the bird's nest to feed the dog.
After resting for a few days, Ye Fuxun sneaked out of Ye Mansion with Qingyun in men's clothes again, and went to Mingyue Pavilion with familiarity. Standing in front of the door of Mingyue Pavilion, there were four huge pictures of ladies.
Hanging down on the second floor, they are Bo Qin, Bo Qi, Bo Shu, and Bo Hua. Some of these four women are holding fans to cover their faces, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes with lingering eyes. Some are dancing gracefully in red clothes, surrounded by pink butterflies.
Some of them are lying on their sides on wicker chairs, with peach-colored faces and a little cinnabar mole between their eyebrows, which are full of charm. There is another one, under the peach blossom tree, dressed in white, with three thousand black hair rolled up with a golden step, revealing the slender figure.
With a swan neck and a bare hand holding a chess piece, she looks like a goddess from the Nine Heavens.
Looking at Mingyue Pavilion, which was full of guests and friends, Ye Fuxun opened his folding fan and walked in with Qingyun. In the hall, Mrs. Wang saw Ye Fuxun and immediately greeted him with a smile on her face, "Oh, my
Mr. Chong, you are here."
"Mother Wang, thank you for your hard work."
After listening to Ye Fulun's words, Mrs. Wang held a handkerchief and covered her mouth with a smile, "What kind of misfortune does the slave family have? Miss Wen has been very busy these days."
"Is she on the second floor?"
"Sure enough, the young master is really interested in Miss Wen." Mother Wang acted like she knew everything. She looked at Ye Fuxun with her eyes and felt a little confused. What was she thinking about all day long?
After saying that, he coughed lightly, ignored Mother Wang who was smiling obscenely, and took Qingyun up to the second floor.
"Hey, Mr. Wang, you are here." Mother Wang turned around again to greet the guests who came in from the door.
When Ye Fuxun opened the door and walked in, Wen Yan was tuning the piano. He raised his eyes and saw Ye Fuxun in a blue brocade robe. He smiled and said, "It seems you are fine."
"Of course it's okay." Ye Fuxun lifted his robe and sat aside, smiling, "You would think of a way to choose the best among the sixteen spices, draw his portrait, hang it in Mingyue Pavilion, and attract guests. How did you do it?
Thought-of?"
"This is called advertising and marketing." Wen Yan plucked the strings and said disapprovingly, "We have to let the guests know how beautiful the women in Mingyue Pavilion are before they come, right? We can't see them directly after entering Mingyue Pavilion.
Girls, they have to pass the assessment, which adds a sense of mystery to the girls. Men are always interested in mysterious things. Once they are interested, the money will naturally come."
"Advertising and marketing?" Ye Fuxun became more and more interested in Wen Yan's strange words, "What is advertising and marketing?"
"It is to package the girl from Mingyue Pavilion and show it to the world."
"Packaging?" Ye Fuxun asked like a curious baby, "What is packaging?"
"Packaging is to put a box of snacks in a nice-looking box to make people appetizing." Wen Yan was stunned, then turned to the snacks on the table and explained.
"You have a good idea." Ye Fuxun's mind suddenly flashed, and he looked at Wen Yan with a strange smile. Then he diligently poured a cup of tea for Wen Yan and said, "Wen Yan, you are so smart."
Wen Yan rolled his eyes at the little girl who was trying to be attentive to someone who was either raping or stealing. He pushed her tea cup away and said, "Are you paying attention? I don't dare to drink this cup of tea."
"I just want you to help me think about how to manage the shops I have just returned from." Ye Fuxun put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "My mother's shop has been taken over by Aunt Xie in the past few years, and many of her have been hired.
There are so many people that we can’t get rid of them all in this time. I’m worried.”
"You are the future Princess Chen, but you still can't manage a few shops."
"It's really hard to do it. Isn't it because of a strange person like you? Besides, those who can do it have to work hard." Ye Fuxun said shamelessly, with a look on his face that wanted to be beaten, and Wen Yan couldn't help but pinch him.
, "Who would have thought that Princess Tangtangchen would be a scoundrel with nothing to gain."
Ye Fuxun broke away from a certain woman's clutches and said with a smile, "Good sister, how can I let you suffer a loss? How about 30-70% of the profit of the shop?"
"That's pretty much it." Wen Yan sat back in front of the piano and said with a smile, "You don't lack my money either."
Every time Ye Fuxun came here, he would see Wen Yan playing the strings, but he had never seen her play, so he asked curiously, "I see you playing the piano every time, but I have never seen you play."
"Because I can't play." Wen Yan stroked the strings, as if falling into some kind of memory, "When I was a child, I had a piano like this at home. My mother would play a song when she was free, and I would lie down on it.
I would listen to her playing the piano next to her legs, and I would always fall asleep while listening to it.”
Ye Fuxun checked Wen Yan's life experience and found that her mother was a rare beauty, but it was a pity that she died early. She was not favored in the Wen family, and the two of them really had the same problem.
He stood up and sat next to Wen Yan, smiling and saying, "I'll play a song for you. If you want to learn, I can teach you."
As he fiddled with the strings a few times with his bare hands, Wen Yan rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Wait a minute, wouldn't it be a waste for me to listen to the music alone today? If I go outside and play a song, I might be able to attract more customers."
"
"You..." Wen Yan broke all the affection Ye Fuxun had for her with one sentence, and sighed, "You never let go of any opportunity to make money." Someone didn't know that her move meant that
He won the title of the best piano in the capital,
Wen Yan smiled mischievously, raised her voice and asked someone to move the piano to the main hall on the second floor. She stood in a hidden place, and outsiders should not see it. After all, her identity should not be exposed. When the gauze curtain was opened, a stream of incense was lit.
, Ye Fuxun sat in the middle, lowered his eyebrows and started playing at random, and the sound of "zheng" flowed out smoothly. At first, it was a low whine, and a feeling of sadness emerged spontaneously, followed by a violent storm,
Like a phoenix emerging from the clouds, and then cautiously, like jade beads falling on a plate, the peaceful phoenix chirps next, making people feel comfortable. After the song is over, the lingering sound lingers. The guests who were originally reciting poems and composing poems downstairs and looking for flowers and willows at the same time, listen to this
With the sound of the piano, they all looked up and stared at the people inside the gauze curtain upstairs.
As soon as the sound of the piano fell, the guests in the audience all guessed who was playing the piano. A maid ran to Mother Wang's ear and whispered a few words. Mother Wang was stunned, then stood in the middle of the hall on the first floor, with a smiling face, and was filled with laughter.
The guest in the hall said, "Dear guests, the person playing the piano upstairs is my young master, known as Mr. Zhong, and he is also the owner of Mingyue Pavilion. I am playing the piano today to express my gratitude for your love for Mingyue Pavilion. If you want to hear
Qu'er, our Mingyue Pavilion also has four girls with great qin sounds, namely Bo Qin, Zhong Qin, Shu Qin and Ji Qin. The qin sounds of these girls are no worse than our young master." Wang's mother's words really changed her mind.
Although there was little attention from the guests, there were also a few noble gentlemen who were still very curious about Ye Fuxun and shouted for Ye Fuxun to come out and see him. These people seemed to have prominent status at first glance, and even Mother Wang did not dare to do so. She was in a dilemma.
At that time, Wen Yan whispered a few words in Ye Fuxun's ear. Ye Fuxun coughed a few times and deliberately said in a rough voice, "It's hard to refuse the kindness of these young masters. I don't dare to refuse, but I just want to say yes to you."
You have to pay thousands of gold for your name. If a few young masters can afford the appearance fee, I will be able to give the title."
A man in a bamboo-colored brocade robe took out an ingot of gold from his arms, threw it into Mother Wang's arms, and said, "I have a lot of money."
Ye Fuxun looked at the man through the gauze curtain. He was wearing a bamboo-colored brocade robe with a moon-white lychee-patterned wide belt tied around his waist. He had long shiny black hair and a pair of unfathomable phoenix eyes. He looked at it with a smile.
Standing upstairs, this person was none other than Wen Ruqing, the eldest son of the Wen family in Jiangnan. Wen Yan heard the voice sounded familiar, so he followed Ye Fuxun's gaze and saw a slightly familiar face printed in his mind, and he felt a surge in his heart.
Fear arose spontaneously, and he quickly searched the memory of his old master until a face was fixed in his mind. His legs softened and he staggered. Ye Fuxun looked up at Wen Yan, saw that his face was pale, and asked in a low voice,
"What's wrong?"
"He is Wen Ruqing."
Ye Fuxun's eyes darkened, and he signaled her to calm down, and then said loudly, "Since the master is so generous, I would rather be respectful than obey my orders." He turned his eyes and said, "It just so happens that I am tired of playing the piano.
How about we play a riddle?"
"Everything depends on the young master."
"I once saw in a book that there was something with four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening. Do you know what it is?"
Wen Ruqing was stunned. What kind of riddle is this? Is it an anagram or something else...
As soon as Ye Fuxun said these words, several noble gentlemen below started whispering to each other, and there was a lot of discussion. Wen Yan looked at Ye Fuxun's calm and relaxed look, and then looked at the group of ancient people below scratching their heads and ears, and he was full of fear.
After it faded away, she no longer believed that these old friends could guess her riddle.
Ye Fuxun chuckled lightly and asked, "Did Young Master guess it?"
Wen Ruqing was very graceful. She didn't guess it, nor was she annoyed. Instead, she smiled cheerfully and said, "I'm stupid and can't figure out what it is. Mr. Chong, can you tell me the answer?"
"It's human."
"Human?" Wen Ruqing looked confused, and someone immediately retorted, "Nonsense, how could this be a human?"
“In the morning, it’s like a newborn baby that can’t walk and can only crawl around on all fours. At noon, it’s like a middle-aged person who naturally walks on two legs. At night, it’s like an old person who has difficulty moving.
"Of course you have to use a cane, but you can't walk on three legs." Ye Fuxun stood up and said with a smile, "I wonder if what I'm saying is reasonable?"