Wanjin Lady

Chapter 245 Hero saves beauty
Wen Wan, on the other hand, showed a look of disapproval. "Uncle Zhu, don't joke. How can my recipe be worth three thousand taels? What's more, I'm in urgent need of money. My father also taught me to buy when it's cheap, even if it's expensive, it's still cheap. Sell when it's expensive, even if it's cheap, it's still expensive. My recipe is only worth one thousand taels at most—"

"One thousand taels?"

Not to mention Shopkeeper Lei, who had the thickest wallet among them, was tempted, even the Zhang and Li families were very tempted. One thousand taels is not a big number, it can be raised by stepping up or asking others to pool the money together. What's more, who among the wine merchants in Bozhou City doesn't have some savings?

only--

Everyone here is smart. If your family can gather the money and my family can also gather the money, then the final transaction price will definitely be more than one thousand taels. It all depends on who is quicker and can coax Miss Wen, who has little knowledge and experience, to hand over the prescription.

Zhu Wang cooperated and uttered an "ouch" and was so anxious that he wanted to cover Wen Wan's mouth. "Niece! You...you...eat more vegetables——"

He reached out and picked up a full bowl of food for Wen Wan, stopping her from continuing to speak.

The two of them singing the same tune had already convinced everyone that the recipe could be bought for a thousand taels! It all depended on who acted the fastest!

Everyone had their own agenda during the meal, and many decided to visit the Wen family afterward.

After three rounds of drinks, the banquet was just coming to an end, and it was already dark when we left the private room.

Tianxianglou is a well-known restaurant in Bozhou. It has three floors and dozens of private rooms. As soon as Wen Wan came out of the private room, she heard the "Yiyaya" singing that had just been going on during the banquet stopped, and there seemed to be a commotion in the hall.

"I asked you to sing 'Huanglong Gun' and you refused, so why did you accept my five taels of silver? Since you accepted the money, you have to sing today even if you don't want to!"

A powerful and slick voice came, instantly attracting all the customers in Tianxianglou. Countless people opened the doors of the private rooms and peeked in.

Wen Wan was stopped by the sound when she reached the second floor, so she simply leaned over the railing to watch the fun.

Zhu Wang's eyes flickered with gossip, and he grabbed everyone around him and asked, "What's going on? Is she forcing someone of good character into prostitution, or is she robbing someone by force? Is she forced into a sale, or is the young master in love with a maid?"

Wen Wan: "..."

I want to kill a pig.

The captured man wasn't angry at all. He smiled and said, "That's Qiao'er, the singer at Tianxiang Tower, and her blind father. The one causing trouble is the youngest son of Mr. Dou, the assistant minister of the Xuanwei Envoy's Office. It's Qiao'er's fault for not being flexible. Mr. Dou asked her before if she could sing anything, and Qiao'er agreed, so Mr. Dou rewarded her with five taels of silver. Now he asks her to sing 'Huanglong Gun,' and she refuses... So, Mr. Dou is furious."

"This... 'Huanglong Gun'... How can I not sing it?"

"Haven't you heard of this verse, old man?" The man smiled with cloudy eyes. "Three o'clock in the morning urges me on, mandarin ducks play on the ripples, jade arms tightly clasped, breasts wet with sweat. I feel the sky is dark and the earth is miserable, and I sit there for a while. I am like a fool, and I let my precious bun tilt and my golden hairpin fall."

"This... this is obscene poetry and music!" Zhu Wang leaned over again. No wonder Qiao'er was so stubborn, pursing her lips, hugging her pipa, and refusing to sing or play. "It's going to be bad!"

Today, this Mr. Dou is calling his friends, but Qiao'er is aloof and refuses to sing the songs of prostitutes seeking pleasure. Look at Mr. Dou, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and at this age, his reputation is more important than anything else. If the situation continues like this, I'm afraid -

Wen Wan watched for a while and found it boring.

She was not a savior, so she looked up and urged Zhu Xuewang to leave.

Zhu Xuewang looked at the gentle figure in front of him and thought to himself: Yaksha is really a heartless and ungrateful barbecued pork bun.

“Young Master Dou… I truly cannot sing. How about I sing you another song? Or… I’ll sing just for you tonight. What would you like to hear…” “I want to hear ‘The Yellow Dragon Robe’! I paid for it! In Bozhou, no one has ever taken my money and then refused to do my job!”

The men accompanying Master Dou were either wealthy or noble, and many were sons of officials. They all started to make a fuss, fearing that the fire would lack fuel. "Master Dou, you are not proud enough. Miss Qiao'er doesn't like you, so naturally she won't sing."

"Miss Qiao'er must think five taels of silver is too little! So, whoever can get Miss Qiao'er to speak up will treat us to a meal!"

"Miss Qiao'er, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. Open your eyes and see that our young master is the son of the Dou family, the assistant minister of the Xuanwei Envoy's Office. If you refuse to sing today, no one in the entire Bozhou City will be able to sing tomorrow!"

Na Qiao'er was forced to the point that her face turned red, her shoulders were tense, her lower lip trembled slightly, and she looked up eagerly in the crowd, as if she was looking for a savior hero.

"Eh..." Zhu Wang suddenly frowned, "Isn't that... Mr. An? The husband of your accountant Mei..."

Wen Wan's face was filled with worry. "Mei Qing lives alone now, where would she find a husband? Shopkeeper Zhu, please don't say the wrong thing."

Zhu Wang smiled awkwardly.

Wen Wan had already arrived at the lobby and could only take two steps forward to look at the crowd in front of her. "Which one is Mr. An?"

"Over there... the man in green following behind Mr. Dou... the tall, thin man with a beard..."

Wen Wan saw the man clearly. He was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with a long face, sunken cheeks, and cold eyes like snakes. He didn't look like a scholar, but more like... an educated butcher.

"Isn't he in Anyang County? Why is he in Bozhou City?"

How could he be related to the Dou family?
A juren, a military general, there will be a spring examination next year, don’t they plan to end the Anbao year?
Zhu Wang shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Wen Wan was about to leave when she suddenly heard the security guard threatening Qiao'er, "Since you've come out to make a living, don't be a whore and pretend to be a saint."

"What's the difference between you singing in Tianxiang Tower and singing in Baihua Tower? The girls in the brothel can sing the 'Huanglong Gun', but you can't?"

"With so many people here today, if we don't let Mr. Dou get off the stage, I'm afraid he won't even be able to sing tomorrow!"

Qiao'er's face showed fear. She placed her bare hands on the pipa, her fingers trembling, and tears falling like beads from a broken string.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, a clear female voice came from the second floor. Wenwan looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the woman was wearing a conical hat and her face could not be seen clearly. She had a graceful figure and her voice was as clear as a yellow oriole, which made people feel good about her.

There was a little girl about twelve or thirteen years old following her, but it was impossible to tell where she came from.

The hero comes to save the beauty.

"Big brother, you're wrong. Let's not even mention that Miss Qiao'er lives in Tianxiang Tower and relies on her skills to make a living, so she shouldn't be compared to prostitutes. Let's just say that Miss Qiao'er has a miserable life. She's out in the open to make a living in order to support herself and her father, which is a legitimate thing to do. Are you really going to let her and her father starve to death at home?"

"You're wearing a long shirt, so you must be a scholar. Scholars value filial piety the most. If you were like Miss Qiao'er, would you only care about your own reputation and disregard the lives of your family?"

An Baonian looked over with a pair of fierce eyes and saw that the young lady who was talking on the second floor was dressed in expensive clothes and was either rich or noble. He did not want to make an enemy, but he had just arrived in Bozhou and had just taken refuge with the Dou family. If he was refuted by a woman with a few words, he was afraid that the Dou family would look down on him.