My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 12

[Chapter 12 Good News and Bad News]

We didn’t wait for the top spot, but we did wait for the Madam.

I saw a middle-aged woman with a swollen figure walking down the stairs on the third floor. A large black mole under her nose was impressive.

She first twisted her waist and walked into the curtain, bent down and whispered a few words to the sign, and then walked outside the platform.

With a light smile, she bowed her knees and saluted the audience, and said with a smile: “You gentlemen come to our Chunshui Tower every day, I am very grateful.”

The audience was quieter, everyone raised their heads and listened to her words.

Seeing everyone’s cooperation, the madam became more energetic and started to tremble.

“I have good news and bad news here. Which one do you want to hear?”

“…”

There was dead silence in the audience, no one was there to cheer and talk, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Jing Zhe stared at the old bustard and sneered in his heart: Who gave you the courage to think that everyone is flattering you by raising their heads?

That’s looking at the top card, okay?

But the madam is the madam, she has seen many big scenes, so she just smiled and talked about it by herself.

“The bad news is that our Wan’er is unwell. We can’t meet with you today. I hope you will forgive me!”

“What? Wan’er is unwell?”

“Where is the discomfort? Is it important?”

“We have been waiting for a long time. , Are you telling us this?”

The scholars below were immediately furious. It seemed that they had been sitting here all night just for the sake of the number one Wan’er, and now they were suddenly told that they couldn’t see her anymore. How could they accept it?

But some people could still keep calm and asked in a deep voice: “This news is so bad, how can it be called good news?”

The old bustard glanced at the scholar who spoke gratefully, thinking that after waiting for a long time, there was finally someone. Cooperated.

After casting a somewhat disgusting wink, he smiled again and said, “Well, the good news is of course also about Wan’er.”

Downstairs, he held his breath and waited for her to finish.

“Wan’er remembers everyone’s great love for Wan’er, but at the same time she is extremely frightened. Wan’er has been in the building for some days and has never met the right person. If anyone can catch her eye, she can go upstairs tonight. Talk about it!”

Seeing everyone’s solemn expressions, the old bustard continued with a smile: “Based on my experience, if a young master really falls in love with Wan’er, he can not only go upstairs and talk to Wan’er, but also become Wan’er’s guest. It’s impossible.”

“Wow!”

As soon as this was said, the hall started to boil again.

Isn’t this telling everyone that Miss Wan’er wants to choose a good husband and leave Chunshui Tower?

Everyone’s eyes were shining, gearing up, and eager to try.

Only Jing Zhe looked through the curtain at the graceful figure inside. When the Madam said the last words, the figure swayed slightly, stood up slowly, and finally sat down.

This girl Wan’er seemed unwilling.

Jing Zhe stood there, thoughtful.

…

After the madam finished speaking, she retreated to the side of the curtain and looked downstairs with a smile on her face.

There is no doubt that all the scholars and gentlemen will do their best to win Wan’er’s favor, and the hall will be bustling next time.

The men in other sections also felt that the women around them were no longer attractive. They left their seats in twos and threes and came to the middle of the hall to eat and watch the show.

Seeing this scene, the madam smiled even more.

Although Chunshui House is the largest brothel in Yongzhou, it is still far behind the Yanliu establishments in the bustling metropolises of Jingzhou. As soon as this happens today, it will definitely attract countless customers.

By then, Chun Shui Tower will become famous in Anguo!

In this way, as long as Wan’er is still in Chun Shui Tower, the heat here will remain high.

As for when the right person will show up… haha, isn’t it up to you?

The madam snorted coldly and smiled even more.

“Master Lin is giving Miss Wan’er a hundred taels of silver!”

a boy shouted in the crowd, starting a battle for girls.

But this simple and crude method of throwing money really angered a large group of scholars, and accusations arose.

“Whoever comes to Chunshui Tower doesn’t know that Miss Wan’er only prefers poetry, poetry and music. What’s the point of giving some money?”

“That is, what kind of person Miss Wan’er is, wouldn’t giving money to her be tainted?”

“Vulgar, extremely vulgar! I Scholars of this generation are ashamed to be in company, they are ashamed to be in company!”

Jing Zhe turned his head and saw that the young man who had called for money before was sitting next to a libertine in a Chinese robe with a sinister look. Hearing the accusations from the scholars, Not only was he not angry, but he sneered and waved his hand towards the boy.

“Master Lin gave Miss Wan’er another hundred taels of silver tattoos!”

“…”

I hate you, but this way of throwing money at the slightest disagreement is still very enviable.

The old bustard’s face was filled with joy, and he received a hundred taels of silver. None of the people present had spent so much in a day. In just a few moments, they had received two hundred taels. No wonder he was unhappy!

But he still said: “Mr. Lin, you also know that our Wan’er is very concerned about money…”

“Master Lin will give Miss Wan’er another hundred taels of silver tattoos!”

“Master Lin, wait a moment, I’m going to ask Wan’er what she means!”

“…”

Seeing the madam slipping into the curtain, a group of scholars seemed to be eating. As uncomfortable as a fly.

It’s no use sending money as promised?

What if you said you don’t love money?

Why did he switch sides with only three hundred taels of silver?

If I had known this earlier… forget it, so what if I had known it earlier? If there were three hundred taels of silver, who would come here?

The scholars were dejected, but Mr. Lin, who had been silent before, stood up.

“If you want to give me money, you have to have it!”

“Looking at your poor appearance,

you are undoubtedly a stinky scholar!” “What I look down on the most are you scholars!”

“You brag all day long about how great you are, but you can’t write a single word. Miss Shou Wan’er has the guts to say that she is a scholar if she likes the poems.”

Mr. Lin’s sharp words went straight to the point. Although the scholars were angry, they could not find any point to refute.

“When did a person who relied on the grace of his ancestors dare to speak so openly?”

Just at this moment, a handsome man wearing a white embroidered brocade robe and holding a folding fan stood up. He was so coquettish that even Jing Zhe It’s hard to compare.

“If Mr. Lin’s father was not the prefect, how could you throw away three hundred taels of silver today? Instead, you would laugh at the scholars. Is there such a truth in the world?”

After listening to what he said, Jing Zhe realized that it turned out that this generous Mr. Lin was the dog official. His son Lin Wenyao, no wonder he looked at him with a sinister look on his face, he was indeed not a good guy!

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