Chapter 5
Entering the House 1
Chapter 5
Lin Fan just glanced at it and was completely attracted.
Li Shishi is worthy of being the No. 1 prostitute in the capital that has been passed down through the ages, and she is indeed glamorous and moving.
The face of the closed moon is ashamed of flowers, the appearance of sinking fish and falling geese.
It should be described as the woman in front of me.
Between a frown and a smile, it is full of charm.
Lin Fan only had a glimpse, and the beauty's image was already deeply imprinted in his mind.
"Young masters, this concubine is polite."
Li Shishi didn't come out of the room, just stood at the door and bowed to everyone, saying softly.
There was a bit of charm in this soft voice.
At this moment, there was only one thought in Lin Fan's mind, and that was to hang Master Li on his waist.
A servant girl came to bring a guzheng to Li Shishi.
Miss Shishi took the guzheng and started playing.
The melody of the guzheng is beautiful, it is a guzheng music that Lin Fan has never heard before.
Although Lin Fan didn't understand guzheng music, it still didn't hinder his love for this guzheng music.
Hearing it, it makes people fall into it.
After the song was over, Lin Fan finally came to his senses, and looked at the door again, was there still the shadow of Li Shishi?
"Where's Master Li?"
Lin Fan asked Lu Hao next to him with a surprised face.
Lu Hao was even more confused. If Lin Fan hadn't called him, he might still be immersed in the guzheng music just now.
This Miss Shishi is a master.
"I don't know, wasn't he still playing there just now? Why did you leave suddenly?"
Lu Hao also said with a confused face.
"Isn't it going to end like this?"
Lin Fan frowned. He boasted just now that he wanted to hang Master Li on his waist.
Who knew that they didn't even touch other people's little hands, let alone hanging around their waists.
Lu Hao looked at Lin Fan at this moment, with a resentful expression on his face, and said:
"Look, I said I'm going to the flower tea house. If you insist on coming here, it's only a tael of silver, just listening to Miss Shi Shi playing a song from afar..."
Lin Fan was a little stiff-mouthed, and said:
"Like this kind of music, can you hear it in the flower tea house?"
With resentment on Lu Hao's face, he said:
"But after listening to this song, I have to go to the Flower Tea House later..."
Lin Fan couldn't help but look at Lu Hao, this guy's concentration is not as good as his own.
Master Li really has two brushes.
This melody has its own charm, and people will fall into it when they hear it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.
Lin Fan looked at the scholars next to him again, and couldn't help curling his lips.
These self-proclaimed scholars are not much better.
"I would like to bet and admit defeat. Today's one tael of silver is yours."
Lu Hao told Lin Fan to say.
Before the two came, they made a bet that if Lin Fan could not become Mr. Li's roommate tonight, the expenses tonight would be considered Lin Fan's.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes and said:
"Why panic, isn't this over yet?"
"You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"
"Am I such a loser?"
"You are!" Lu Hao said directly.
"..." Lin Fan.
"Brother, I don't know how to talk to Miss Shi Shi?"
Lin Fan walked to a scholar next to him and asked.
The scholar turned his head, looked Lin Fan up and down, then shook his head and said:
"You have no chance."
"If you want to be Miss Shishi's guest, you need to submit a poem you wrote. If you are selected by Miss Shishi, you will have the opportunity to enter Miss Shishi's boudoir..."
The scholar shook his head at Lin Fan and Lu Hao, and said:
"Many Tsing Yis have already handed in their poems today, but Miss Shi Shi didn't respond. You two are just martial arts, Miss Shi Shi won't see you."
Lin Fan couldn't help but want to swear.
What happened to Wufu?
Now that the Jin army is approaching the city, isn't it because of these warriors defending the city?
Could it be that you, a group of powerless scholars, are allowed to resist the Jin army.
"Isn't it just poetry? Little meaning."
Lin Fan curled his lips, and said boldly:
Wu Fu wrote poems, which was considered a novelty in the Song Dynasty.
Everyone's attention in the yard was attracted by Lin Fan.
In the room, Li Shishi was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, dressing up.
The little maid, Chan'er, hurried over.
"Sister, sister, a rare thing happened outside..."
Li Shishi didn't turn his head back, and said with a lack of interest:
"what happened?"
"There's a warrior outside who wants to see my sister. Are you writing poems in the yard?"
Master Li shook his head when he heard the words, and said with a smile:
"It's just grandstanding, trying to get my attention, don't worry about it."
Outside the arena, Lin Fan took a brush and wrote the first sentence crookedly:
"Two capital poetry drinkers!"
The first line of the poem, straight to the point, included everyone present.
The scholars next to me were stunned. Although the content of this poem is not gorgeous, it is quite satisfactory.
Of course, the reason why these scholars were stunned was that this warrior could actually compose poetry?
"The head of the fireworks tent!"
These two poems do not have any fancy rhetoric, but they are straightforward enough that even illiterate ordinary people can understand them after listening to them.
"The head of the pavilion in the capital, surnamed Li, named Shishi."
Lin Fan finished the last two lines of the poem in one breath.
All the scholars in the field couldn't help being stunned, not because the poem was well written, but mainly because the martial artist actually wrote a poem.
This made the scholars present feel a little unreal.
"Vulgar, vulgar!"
At this moment, a scholar couldn't help scolding.
"Poetry is an elegant thing, but you use it in...in..."
The man spoke halfway, but couldn't continue.
He originally wanted to say that Li Shishi is a daughter-in-law.
"prostitute?"
Lin Fan asked back with a smile.
This person also knew that he seemed to have made a slip of the tongue, so he said stiffly:
"I didn't say that..."
Lin Fan sneered, what he hated the most were these hypocrites who were full of benevolence and morality.
He said that he blasphemed saints and sages, but his body was very honest, and he often visited Golden Ring Lane.
"Sister, sister, the warrior's poem has been written."
The little maid jogged in holding the poem written by Lin Fan.
Li Shishi took it with some curiosity, and a look of surprise appeared on his pretty face.
"What are the identities of these two people?"
"I inquired just now. The two of them just had a conflict with Mr. Wang Shuo. They seemed to be some guards of the imperial army. They looked very powerful, and Mr. Wang walked away in despair..."
Chan'er said gossipingly.
Li Shishi heard this, his eyes lit up, and said:
"Chan'er, why don't you invite that lord into the room?"
"Sister, can't you? Do you really want to invite a warrior in?"
Chan'er covered her small mouth in surprise and said.
(End of this chapter)
Lin Fan just glanced at it and was completely attracted.
Li Shishi is worthy of being the No. 1 prostitute in the capital that has been passed down through the ages, and she is indeed glamorous and moving.
The face of the closed moon is ashamed of flowers, the appearance of sinking fish and falling geese.
It should be described as the woman in front of me.
Between a frown and a smile, it is full of charm.
Lin Fan only had a glimpse, and the beauty's image was already deeply imprinted in his mind.
"Young masters, this concubine is polite."
Li Shishi didn't come out of the room, just stood at the door and bowed to everyone, saying softly.
There was a bit of charm in this soft voice.
At this moment, there was only one thought in Lin Fan's mind, and that was to hang Master Li on his waist.
A servant girl came to bring a guzheng to Li Shishi.
Miss Shishi took the guzheng and started playing.
The melody of the guzheng is beautiful, it is a guzheng music that Lin Fan has never heard before.
Although Lin Fan didn't understand guzheng music, it still didn't hinder his love for this guzheng music.
Hearing it, it makes people fall into it.
After the song was over, Lin Fan finally came to his senses, and looked at the door again, was there still the shadow of Li Shishi?
"Where's Master Li?"
Lin Fan asked Lu Hao next to him with a surprised face.
Lu Hao was even more confused. If Lin Fan hadn't called him, he might still be immersed in the guzheng music just now.
This Miss Shishi is a master.
"I don't know, wasn't he still playing there just now? Why did you leave suddenly?"
Lu Hao also said with a confused face.
"Isn't it going to end like this?"
Lin Fan frowned. He boasted just now that he wanted to hang Master Li on his waist.
Who knew that they didn't even touch other people's little hands, let alone hanging around their waists.
Lu Hao looked at Lin Fan at this moment, with a resentful expression on his face, and said:
"Look, I said I'm going to the flower tea house. If you insist on coming here, it's only a tael of silver, just listening to Miss Shi Shi playing a song from afar..."
Lin Fan was a little stiff-mouthed, and said:
"Like this kind of music, can you hear it in the flower tea house?"
With resentment on Lu Hao's face, he said:
"But after listening to this song, I have to go to the Flower Tea House later..."
Lin Fan couldn't help but look at Lu Hao, this guy's concentration is not as good as his own.
Master Li really has two brushes.
This melody has its own charm, and people will fall into it when they hear it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.
Lin Fan looked at the scholars next to him again, and couldn't help curling his lips.
These self-proclaimed scholars are not much better.
"I would like to bet and admit defeat. Today's one tael of silver is yours."
Lu Hao told Lin Fan to say.
Before the two came, they made a bet that if Lin Fan could not become Mr. Li's roommate tonight, the expenses tonight would be considered Lin Fan's.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes and said:
"Why panic, isn't this over yet?"
"You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"
"Am I such a loser?"
"You are!" Lu Hao said directly.
"..." Lin Fan.
"Brother, I don't know how to talk to Miss Shi Shi?"
Lin Fan walked to a scholar next to him and asked.
The scholar turned his head, looked Lin Fan up and down, then shook his head and said:
"You have no chance."
"If you want to be Miss Shishi's guest, you need to submit a poem you wrote. If you are selected by Miss Shishi, you will have the opportunity to enter Miss Shishi's boudoir..."
The scholar shook his head at Lin Fan and Lu Hao, and said:
"Many Tsing Yis have already handed in their poems today, but Miss Shi Shi didn't respond. You two are just martial arts, Miss Shi Shi won't see you."
Lin Fan couldn't help but want to swear.
What happened to Wufu?
Now that the Jin army is approaching the city, isn't it because of these warriors defending the city?
Could it be that you, a group of powerless scholars, are allowed to resist the Jin army.
"Isn't it just poetry? Little meaning."
Lin Fan curled his lips, and said boldly:
Wu Fu wrote poems, which was considered a novelty in the Song Dynasty.
Everyone's attention in the yard was attracted by Lin Fan.
In the room, Li Shishi was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, dressing up.
The little maid, Chan'er, hurried over.
"Sister, sister, a rare thing happened outside..."
Li Shishi didn't turn his head back, and said with a lack of interest:
"what happened?"
"There's a warrior outside who wants to see my sister. Are you writing poems in the yard?"
Master Li shook his head when he heard the words, and said with a smile:
"It's just grandstanding, trying to get my attention, don't worry about it."
Outside the arena, Lin Fan took a brush and wrote the first sentence crookedly:
"Two capital poetry drinkers!"
The first line of the poem, straight to the point, included everyone present.
The scholars next to me were stunned. Although the content of this poem is not gorgeous, it is quite satisfactory.
Of course, the reason why these scholars were stunned was that this warrior could actually compose poetry?
"The head of the fireworks tent!"
These two poems do not have any fancy rhetoric, but they are straightforward enough that even illiterate ordinary people can understand them after listening to them.
"The head of the pavilion in the capital, surnamed Li, named Shishi."
Lin Fan finished the last two lines of the poem in one breath.
All the scholars in the field couldn't help being stunned, not because the poem was well written, but mainly because the martial artist actually wrote a poem.
This made the scholars present feel a little unreal.
"Vulgar, vulgar!"
At this moment, a scholar couldn't help scolding.
"Poetry is an elegant thing, but you use it in...in..."
The man spoke halfway, but couldn't continue.
He originally wanted to say that Li Shishi is a daughter-in-law.
"prostitute?"
Lin Fan asked back with a smile.
This person also knew that he seemed to have made a slip of the tongue, so he said stiffly:
"I didn't say that..."
Lin Fan sneered, what he hated the most were these hypocrites who were full of benevolence and morality.
He said that he blasphemed saints and sages, but his body was very honest, and he often visited Golden Ring Lane.
"Sister, sister, the warrior's poem has been written."
The little maid jogged in holding the poem written by Lin Fan.
Li Shishi took it with some curiosity, and a look of surprise appeared on his pretty face.
"What are the identities of these two people?"
"I inquired just now. The two of them just had a conflict with Mr. Wang Shuo. They seemed to be some guards of the imperial army. They looked very powerful, and Mr. Wang walked away in despair..."
Chan'er said gossipingly.
Li Shishi heard this, his eyes lit up, and said:
"Chan'er, why don't you invite that lord into the room?"
"Sister, can't you? Do you really want to invite a warrior in?"
Chan'er covered her small mouth in surprise and said.
(End of this chapter)