Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

The waiter in the shop got the reward, immediately nodded and bowed to Shui Ningyan, and graciously called the shopkeeper for Shui Ningyan.

"I don't know what you want to order, my lord?" The waiter led the shopkeeper up, only to see that the shopkeeper was wearing a plain brocade robe, with gray hair, he looked to be over half a hundred years old, and had a long silver beard on both sides of his mouth. , doesn't look like a boss, but rather a famous old pedant.

"Boss, I have a poem here, what do you think?" Shui Ningyan stood up and took out a poem from her sleeve, and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the poem and read it, his eyes lit up immediately, he raised his head with a smile and asked Shui Ningyan, "I wonder if my lord can sell this poem to this old man? This old man is a lover of poetry, so he will definitely keep it safe Your son is doing a great job."

Shui Ningyan smiled when she heard the words, and said: "This poem does not require money, it is only worth the meal." The old man laughed when he heard it, "Haven't you asked your name?"

"It's just a passer-by. You don't need to leave your name. I'll take my leave first."

Shui Ningyan's move was quite generous, and she left with her arms folded, leaving the old man still standing there looking at the poem in his hand in admiration.

Zijin followed Shui Ningyan downstairs in surprise, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Miss, Zijin has never seen such a strange thing since he grew up so big, how did you know that the boss would like your poems?" Woolen cloth?"

Shui Ningyan smiled when she heard the words, and explained to Zijin: "The boss of Fengminglou was originally a scholar, but he failed to win the list after repeated trials, and the family had some money, so he opened a restaurant. But the boss has a The quirk is that I like to collect good poems and quatrains, and a good poem can be worth a meal here, but there are not many people who can make this boss fancy, so few people know about it."

"That lady is really amazing. Your poems are even praised by the boss." Zijin said proudly after hearing this, as if she had written the poem.

When Shui Ningyan heard the words, her smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, Zi Jin was only complacent, but didn't notice.

That poem was actually written by Shui Ningyan with the previous Baili Yuxi poem. In the previous life, he brought himself to this restaurant for dinner, and Shi Xing wrote this poem.

At that time, he was only hers. She sat quietly by the window and looked at the dragons and phoenixes among the people beside her, thinking that he was her husband, and her heart was completely occupied by him, and she was willing to pay for him. all.

No more words, turned around and saw the two servants standing behind him, and said lightly: "There is nothing for you here, go and eat something and go home."

Shui Ningyan saw that no one was following her along the way, presumably Shui Deyuan had also become more defensive because of the loss she suffered last time, and she was afraid that she would not harm her again in the near future, so she let her servant go back with confidence and handed over After spending four coins, he turned around and left with Zijin.

The servant got the reward, and he was extremely happy. He thought it would be hard work to come out with Shui Ningyan, but he didn't expect to make money.And Shui Ningyan also grasped their mentality, every time he made a move, he was generous and not stingy.

After walking a few steps, Shui Ningyan's gaze was attracted by a musical instrument shop. When he first saw it, he was attracted: a jade qin is crystal clear, and the strange thing is that there are no strings on this qin.

"Boss, how do you sell this piano?"

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the boss came out quickly, saw Shui Ningyan pointing at the jade piano on the table, and said with a smile on his face: "Master, this piano is not sold in this shop, you should look elsewhere. "