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Chapter 59 There is a good ventriloquist in Beijing

If this were in another place, no matter how pretty the girl was, Xia Lin would not bother to take another look. As for whores, money is enough. This kind is the most boring. If you pay, they will be tactful and accommodating. If you don't pay, they will turn hostile and ruthless. It's all business back and forth. It's boring.

But what's interesting is that two chickens appeared in this place.

Although Xia Lin did not strike up a conversation, he sat there, slightly leaning to one side, and listened to the conversation quietly because he was not far away. He was curious about what this prostitute was doing in this temple? Was she seeking marriage or children?

"Miss, this trip is really unlucky. That person is so ungrateful. We have come a long way to find him, but he is not here. Now we only have one month left, and we have to stay for another half a month to return. I don't know how long we will have to wait."

The girl who was talking next to her was a little younger, only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a crisp voice. She was a maid the moment she opened her mouth, even though her clothes and appearance did not look like a maid, her temperament determined that she was a maid.

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Cui. We just happened to be away on something, so it's normal that we didn't meet him. We have no relatives or friends and have never met him before. He can't have come all the way to wait for us if he has something to do."

When the big one started talking, his voice was as sweet and melodious as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley. You could tell that this was the real one as soon as you heard it. When choosing a chicken, you have to look, smell, ask and feel. Look means look at the appearance. It can't look like the Black Whirlwind Li Kui, with a palm of hair and a beard. No decent person would eat that.

This smell is naturally the smell of the body. Although some people like the smell of fox, most people still like the light fragrance of the body. If you smell like an old sow that has died half a month ago in the hot summer, even the king of heaven can't stand this smell.

The question is, of course, to listen to the voice. This voice requires four words: round and smooth. Too sharp is not good, like a little princess, it sounds like a child. Too rough is not good either, as it sounds like a tyrant when you open your mouth, which is also very disappointing. You need a tender, smooth, flat and smooth voice, preferably with a little gentle tail sound, which is the best of round and smooth.

Finally, it is time to cut it. You have to check if there are styes in the eyes, polyps in the nostrils, cavities, rotten teeth, crooked teeth, whether the skin is smooth, soft, big, and whether the hair is prickly. A good chicken must pass these four tests before it can be considered as a prostitute.

The rest are music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and playing other musical instruments and singing.

From what Xia Lin had observed so far, although the woman was wearing a veil, there was nothing wrong with her features. Her skin was white, smooth and tender, and her fingers were as white as orchids. Although her height could not be seen as she was sitting, her figure showed that she was not short. Although she wore a lot of clothes and did not know their size, her waist-to-hip ratio should be good.

The vocal conditions are also excellent. If this small voice were to sing a popular folk song, I wonder how sexy it would be.

How did Xia Lin know so much? Of course, he had many retired professional players around him, and the content about objectifying women to the extreme was all told to him by those retired professional players. On weekdays, when he was free, Xia Lin would go to wash his feet and get a massage. Those retired sisters liked Xia Lin very much, so they would often chat with him. Some topics were quite taboo, and the young people would react when they heard them. The young sisters didn't mind helping the township chief to clean up his personal hygiene.

Over time, Xia Lin has summed up a set of experience: those from the south have great ventriloquism, and Jinling is the best, which is worthy of the name of the capital. Those from the north have strong hands, and Youzhou Beiping County is the best.

But these sisters are not prostitutes, they are real technicians. Helping them is a personal gesture and a service outside the package, so Xia Lin still respects them. They are very different from the prostitutes on the market.

"Miss, the person next to you has been listening to us with his ears perked up."

Suddenly, the maid lowered her voice and said something. After hearing it, Xia Lin stood up and looked around. He thought, "There are people around here too. They are searching for enemies through the air, right? How disgusting."

The young lady just smiled and said, "Let him listen to it. It's not something shameful."

"Miss, let's eat quickly. This man doesn't look like a good person. He is unfamiliar with the place. If something happens, it will be troublesome. I heard that some sisters were robbed by gangsters on the way to Zhenjiang by boat some time ago. They almost lost their lives."

"Well..." The lady's voice was also filled with fear: "Then let's eat quickly."

Ok?
Xia Lin pondered over it and realized that he was the only one sitting here at this time. What did it mean that they didn't look like good people? Wherever he went, Xia Lin, Xia Daosheng, was praised as a young talent. Why did he not look like a good person in the mouth of a chicken?

Didn't she understand the situation? There were three classes of people, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, with scholars being the highest and chickens being the lowest. How could a chicken say that a scholar was not a good person?

No, this matter needs to be judged.

Xia Lin turned around and sat down at the next table: "Who do you think doesn't look like a good person?"

"Miss, Miss...he's here..."

The little maid's voice began to tremble, and the young lady cautiously stepped back, but soon the maid lowered her voice again and said, "Miss, young lady, he is very handsome and doesn't look like a bad person." Huh?
Xia Lin was choked by a 14 or 15-year-old kid and couldn't speak for a long time. No, my friend, your values ​​are too obvious, aren't they? Although what you said is not wrong, you definitely don't know a dirty guy named Zhang Zhongchun. If you knew him, you would definitely not say such a thing.

However, the young lady did not say anything, but just looked at Xia Lin vigilantly. Xia Lin was now sitting with one leg bent on a stool, his arms drooping on his knees, looking like a mountain king.

"You two, stop gossiping about others behind their backs, and don't ask who the boss is in this place. If you keep gossiping, do you think I'll sell you to the mountains to serve the miners?"

Although she had seen many romantic scenes and known many scholars, this was the first time she had seen a villain who wanted to sell people to the mountains. This made Miss Tingyun tense up and alert. After looking at Xia Lin carefully, she was relieved.

The man was holding a folding fan in his hand and was dressed as a proper scholar. There was a square seal brocade bag hanging around his waist, as well as a waist badge also wrapped in the brocade bag.

In terms of these matching items, the waist badge represents military power, and the square seal represents administrative power. If a person has both a square seal and a waist badge, it means that he is the local official. He may not be a high-ranking official, but he is indeed an official, and an official with real power.

But from what he said, this man should be a young general in charge of a large camp, otherwise no one can become the local leader at such a young age.

After she figured this out, when she looked at Xia Lin again, her demeanor relaxed, and she even took off her veil on her own initiative, and asked softly, "Sir, how much do you think I can be sold for?"

After seeing this woman's face, Xia Lin, who was always surrounded by beautiful women, couldn't help but be stunned. This face was almost perfect. In terms of looks...to be honest, only Chuntao could compete with her.

But Chuntao was carefully selected by the royal family after all. To put it bluntly, she was a tribute. How could anyone just randomly reach the tribute level? This is impossible.

Considering the smell of chicken on the woman and the accent when she spoke, this should be a chicken from the capital, and a very high-quality chicken, because ordinary chickens would not have holidays.

There are several young ladies in Xinping Township who have returned from the capital. When chatting, they said that there are four beauties and two beauties on the Qinhuai River. The four beauties are Chunxiaqiudong, Yanliu Chunliu Ruyan, Furongxia Zhao Xiaohuan, Haitangqiu Wu Qing'er, Xinmei Donglan Huiru. The two beauties are Yu Tingyun and Feng Lingyue, who take turns to be the top beauties.

But Chun is from the north and speaks the Chang'an dialect. Xia is from Jiangxia and speaks in a "mozimozi" accent. Qiu is from Quanzhou and doesn't speak with that accent either. And Dong...Dong was redeemed last year and left the pleasure boat to become a good woman and have a child.

In that case, the only choice for this beauty is from the two best, Yu Tingyun and Feng Lingyue...

According to the sisters, Feng Lingyue is good at playing the flute, and her flute is melodious and can make people feel sad and happy, and it is meaningful. And Yu Tingyun is good at stringed instruments, especially the pipa, which is superb. However, it is said that because she rarely plays the pipa for others, only the guests she likes can have the honor of hearing her pipa sound.

More importantly, these six are all vegetarians...they only talk about romance and are not over the top.

Looking at the pipa next to them, Xia Lin probably already knew who the person in front of her was.

He smiled but did not expose her. He just said cheerfully, "It's not up to me to decide how much it sells for. That depends on the buyer. Three or five taels is not too little, and three thousand or five thousand is not too much."

Miss Tingyun chuckled: "You want to sell me for just a few taels? This brother has a cruel heart."

Xia Lin sneered: "Just think of it as a free gift. Let me ask you, where are you from and where are you going?"

The two of them roughly knew each other's background. Xia Lin knew more, and Miss Tingyun also knew a lot. Except that she didn't know that Xia Lin was Xia Lin, everything else was almost certain. But the confrontation did not stop, and the main point was that neither side told the truth.

"I had planned to go to Xinping Township to look for my husband, but who knew he had already left."

"Xinping Township? I'm familiar with Xinping Township. Who are you looking for?" Xia Lin blinked his eyes and said, "I'm from Xinping Township."

Miss Tingyun's eyes gradually became resentful: "It's my fiancé whom I have never met. I don't think you know him either."

(End of this chapter)