Chapter 50: The Orchid Comes Out of the Empty Valley
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Zhao Yuan walked slowly in the streets and alleys.
Many places in Xujiaqiao are still in ruins, and the mob has left numerous scars on this quaint town.
It may be that Wanjia's actions this time touched the townspeople of Xujiaqiao. The neighbors were united and helped each other, but there were no residents living on the streets.
Yangshan Inn.
Zhao Yuan's body suddenly froze, and before he knew it, he walked to Yangshan Inn.
In his mind, Youlan's beautiful and sad face and the heroic sound of the piano appeared.
"Xiao Zhao, you're here, come on, come and warm yourself by the fire, my God, it's really freezing."
While Zhao Yuan was wandering around the door of Yangshan Inn, the old shopkeeper, Mr. Wan, saw someone standing at the door and thought he was asking for a red envelope. When he came out, he saw that it was Zhao Yuan and he quickly invited Zhao Yuan to come into the inn to warm up by the fire.
There were a lot of people in the inn. A large circle of servants gathered around the charcoal stove, and some guests were chatting away. Everyone was beaming and spitting foam.
When Uncle Wan introduced Zhao Yuan to everyone, people immediately looked at Zhao Yuan with awe. This awe did not make Zhao Yuan feel proud. Instead, they complained secretly and could only bite the bullet and sit down.
Seeing Zhao Yuan sit down, everyone's conversation immediately turned to the day of the mob attack, trying to get the silent Zhao Yuan to speak.
It's a pity that Zhao Yuan was bored when he heard people bragging about how brave he was that day, and he was too embarrassed to leave, feeling on pins and needles.
"Xiao Zhao, go ahead. There is only one person living in the old room." Seeing Zhao Yuan fidgeting, Uncle Wan immediately pulled Zhao Yuan quietly and whispered softly.
"Ahem..."
"They are all people who have been here, young people, they are more angry, not like us older people... Go ahead, go ahead!"
Uncle Wan picked up Zhao Yuan and pushed him up the stairs.
Zhao Yuan went upstairs with a wry smile.
301.
Zhao Yuan stood at the door of Room 301, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Creak..." Just when Zhao Yuan was about to leave, the door suddenly opened.
Youlan looked at Zhao Yuan, and Zhao Yuan looked at Youlan, their eyes facing each other. There was a hint of surprise in Youlan's eyes, but Zhao Yuan was a little embarrassed.
"You're here." The stunned Youlan quickly came to her senses.
"Um."
"Come in, it's cold outside."
"Um."
Zhao Yuan could only bravely walk into the room and sit by the charcoal stove.
Youlan did not sit down, but poured tea for Zhao Yuan. Soon, a cup of fragrant tea was placed in front of Zhao Yuan.
"This is the Yangshan wild tea I collected. It's very fragrant... Haha, are you saying it's funny? When the bridge caught fire, I didn't think about my belongings. The first thing I thought about was the piano and the paintings, and then the tea. As a result, I
The only things I brought out were piano paintings and tea leaves." Youlan smiled mockingly to herself.
"Miss Youlan is an elegant person." Zhao Yuan took a sip lightly and nodded in admiration. Although the tea has a strong aroma, it is pleasant. It is slightly bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is sweet. It is a top-grade tea. Unexpectedly, this tea
It's really surprising that a brothel girl from a remote rural area actually knows how to taste tea.
"Looking at the way the young master is serving and drinking tea, he must be a member of the same profession. Unfortunately, the bridge was destroyed by fire and there are no tea sets here. Otherwise, drinking tea and enjoying the snow with the young master must be a beautiful thing."
"Haha, I'm just an ordinary person. What kind of tea ceremony do I know? I'm just kidding."
Zhao Yuan was shocked in his heart. He had been hiding it deliberately, but inadvertently exposed it. Fortunately, this woman was only a member of the brothel. If she encountered an enemy, wouldn't it be very dangerous?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan secretly warned himself.
At the same time, Zhao Yuan secretly marveled that the brothel woman was indeed well-informed.
Well informed…
Zhao Yuan's heart moved.
Well informed…
Zhao Yuan's heart moved.
A brothel is not just a place for romance. In any era, a brothel is an information gathering and distributing center.
The Great Qin Empire was the most powerful country in the Zhanyun Continent. Its population, land and food production greatly exceeded those of the previous dynasties. Its economic development was advanced, and its technological development was changing with each passing day. The long-established Great Qin culture showed a scene of unprecedented prosperity.
Because the level of poetry and dance art reached an extremely high level, the arty brothels also showed abnormal prosperity.
Compared with the primitive sex trade in ancient times, the brothels of the Great Qin Empire were no longer just a place for men to vent their physical bodies. The brothels had become a social place where literati gathered.
Because of the role of brothels, the requirements for brothel girls have also increased a lot. They not only need to be beautiful, but also need to be well educated, good at poetry, calligraphy and poetry, and have both talent and beauty.
In some famous buildings in the Great Qin Empire, most of them were trained from an early age, and the requirements were extremely strict. In addition to playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they also had to dabble in it, and the educational level requirements were also extremely high.
In the long history of the Qin Empire, there have been countless famous and famous women. They not only showed amazing creativity in literature and poetry, but also led fashion, and even swayed freely on the political stage with a pair of delicate hands.
, constantly reaching out to the highest power that can command the world...
…
It can be seen from Youlan's speech and behavior that this woman is not a vulgar girl. If you get to know her, you may be able to find out some unknown secrets, or at least know some social trends.
After Zhao Yuan made his decision, he remained calm and just quietly tasted the sweetness after the bitterness of Yangshan wild tea.
Youlan didn't take the initiative to chat with Zhao Yuan, and occasionally squatted down to boil water in a pot by the stove.
The room was unusually quiet and you could hear a pin drop.
Zhao Yuan calmly looked at this temporary guest room.
The layout of the guest rooms is the same, nothing surprising. Moreover, Wanjiayangshan Inn is a people-friendly hotel. The decoration is not luxurious, and the overall appearance is just refreshing and clean.
Of course, Zhao Yuan was not looking at the structure of the guest room, he was looking at Youlan's temporary furnishings.
Observing a person, you can see his living habits and tastes from some details.
There are basically no unnecessary ornaments in the guest room. In addition to the guzheng, there are several paintings hanging on the wall. One of the paintings is still a little blackened. It must have been snatched from the bridge building in flames.
Although several paintings are not treasures, they can still be regarded as excellent works. Among them, the smoked "Flowers and Birds" is particularly outstanding. The pen is full of ink, vigorous and sharp. The flowers and birds are meticulously drawn, extremely delicate and vivid.
The fluttering movements of the wings are filled with the vitality of nature. The landscape composition is also strange and unconventional, full of creative spirit, the seal carving is unique in hand and eye, and the calligraphy is outstanding, making him famous.
What a pity, what a pity!
Looking at the smoky "Flowers and Birds", Zhao Yuan sighed secretly. This painting had reached the level of a master, but it was smoked by fireworks, destroying the overall beauty.
"You like it too?" Youlan suddenly asked.
"What?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"This painting."
"fine."
"This is a painting by Wenxuan."
"Who is Wenxuan?" Zhao Yuan was stunned. He had heard a little about famous painters in the Qin Empire, but he had never heard of a person named Wenxuan.
"Of course you don't know it." Youlan said with a faint smile: "This painting was given by a sister who lives here. She said that the owner of this painting was hardworking, hardworking, self-reliant, and of noble character. It's a pity that because
He is arrogant, does not cater to the powerful, and will be depressed throughout his life."
"It's a pity." Zhao Yuan sighed slightly, thinking about his ill-fated fate. If things go on like this, he might end up depressed one day.
"Yes, it's a pity that the sister wanted to elope with him, but was rejected. She was disheartened and left the imperial capital. Passing by here, thinking about the past, she was heartbroken and gave this painting to me. I hope that one day I can
The painting was returned to the original owner and told that she was married."
"Are you going to the Imperial Capital?"
"I have no plans at the moment. The sister said that if I like it, I can keep this painting." Youlan said lightly.
"Xujiaqiao is not bad either."
"Yes."
The two of them had their own thoughts and chatted together. At noon, Zhao Yuan stood up to leave. He was not in a hurry to ask Youlan for information. For a woman like Youlan who has met countless people, just a few words may reveal something.
Zhao Yuan didn't want to take risks.
Back in the east courtyard, the kitchen in the west courtyard is just waiting for dinner.
"Am I dazzled? I seem to have seen the young lady." Zhao Yuan squatted in front of the stove and asked casually.
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