Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 203 Breaking the Threshold
In the bathtub behind the screen, mist rose and flower petals covered the water surface, submerging the delicate body of the Red Tears girl below the neck.

The jade arm was lifted lightly and the water droplets slid down, and the small mountains hidden under the petals became faintly visible.

Perhaps it was the warm water that moistened her eyes, or perhaps it was the impending loss of virginity that made her cheeks red.

At first, she didn't care about Wu Junyao's impromptu poem. Similar things happened too many times in Wenxiang Pavilion. Most of them were just ordinary people showing off their words to make people laugh.

Let alone masterpieces, it is rare to have a few popular poems throughout the year. How could I be so lucky that such a thing happened to me?
It is undeniable that if a prostitute has great talent and leaves behind famous works, her value will definitely increase greatly or even skyrocket. Therefore, countless prostitutes try every possible means to attract talented men, using all kinds of means and even offering themselves to them without asking for a penny. But in the end, it is all in vain. She has seen it so much that she has become indifferent.

Instead of thinking about those unrealistic things, it is better to be an honest entertainer and save more money while you are still young. In the future, when you are no longer suitable for this line of work, you can live a more relaxed life.

However, when Wu Junyao said the words "last night's stars and last night's wind", Hong Lei was stunned, her body trembled slightly, and her face was full of disbelief. She felt that happiness came too suddenly, and the huge surprise made her mind go blank.

After all, she is a 'talented woman' who has been carefully cultivated by Wenxiang Pavilion for many years. Although she does not have much talent in academics, she still has the ability to appreciate. This sentence alone can definitely be regarded as the beginning of a masterpiece!
As a prostitute, she certainly knew what it meant when a masterpiece was created because of her.

After she realized what was happening, she even held her breath, stopped washing, and listened nervously and anxiously, fearing that she would affect Wu Shao's creative inspiration outside. If her interruption affected the following poems, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Next, 'Mr. Wu' did not disappoint her. As the two sentences "The painted building is to the west and the osmanthus hall is to the east" and "I have no wings for a colorful phoenix to fly with me" came out one after another, her heart was beating like thunder and her face was flushed like clouds. Goose bumps appeared all over her delicate body and she felt that she was almost fainted by the great happiness.

With just these few sentences, it is no exaggeration to say that she, the girl with red tears, a newcomer in the sex industry, will take off after tonight. She will no longer provide people with pleasure with her body, but on a different level. She will provide people with spiritual enhancement and entertainment.

As long as she doesn't have too high aspirations, these few words will be enough for her to live on for the rest of her life, and she will definitely be treated as a "young lady" in Wenxiang Pavilion in the future, with maids to serve her, a madam to coax her, and many talented men to support her, becoming one of the signature attractions of Wenxiang Pavilion!

Happiness came too suddenly, she was already drunk. In this industry, a happy future was waving at her. No, not just waving, but directly grabbing her hand and pulling it hard.

However, immediately afterwards, 'Mr. Wu' got stuck, and the repeated words "they had telepathy" came to nothing. Not to mention the people outside, even Miss Honglei was almost anxious to death. "What's next? Tell me quickly."

She had a premonition that once the few words after "Telepathy" were connected and blended seamlessly with the previous sentences, she would soar and her value would at least be on par with the top courtesans selected by several brothels in Mo City in previous years.

This is really not an exaggeration. A good work of art is to people like them what a good song is to an artist.

It's not that she's vulgar and materialistic. Everyone has to face reality. Reputation is money to her. If not money, what else can she talk about? Feelings? Come on, they're just selling smiles. What qualifications do they have to talk about feelings? It's better to be practical.

However, there was nothing more to come. One only heard the sound of a wine jug falling outside, and 'Mr. Wu' fell down drunkenly, making a slight muffled sound as he landed on the ground, still mumbling something to himself. The unfinished masterpiece ended with the four words "we have a telepathic connection".

It's just a little bit short. It's very uncomfortable to be stuck here. The higher the expectations, the greater the gap. It's like the heart hanging in the air, about to reach the top, but it's stuck there.

However, Miss Red Tears was also smart and she quickly figured out that the previous few sentences were enough for her and far exceeded her expectations.

The most important thing is that the unfinished masterpiece is Wu Shao's fault, what does it have to do with her? On the contrary, because it is an incomplete poem, it will be a huge "traffic" gimmick, and she will be famous!

After realizing this, Miss Honglei didn't want to finish the poem directly. Maybe Young Master Wu would continue to look for inspiration in her, or maybe other people would also want to find some talent in her. Wouldn't her value go up?

Great.

There was no time to think about it. Even if Wu Shao was full of inspiration and had already thought about the next poem, for the sake of her own future, she would try her best to prevent the birth of the whole poem. It could be tomorrow, it could be next month, but definitely not now!

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

She asked anxiously and concernedly, then stood up and walked out of the bathtub. She wiped herself briefly, without even having time to put on her bellyband or underwear, and simply put on the red wedding dress that had been prepared long ago and hurried out.

Seeing Wu Junyao drunk and unconscious on the ground, she struggled to support him and said with a choked voice: "My husband, are you okay? How could you be so careless? It's my fault that I didn't take good care of you. I'm sorry. I'll help you up."

If you didn't know her, you would think that the girl was really a woman who loved her husband.

How could she not feel sorry for Wu Junyao at this moment? He was her financial sponsor, her future, her benefactor, and her money. Tonight he had spent thirty-five thousand taels to get her. After reading those few lines of poetry, countless people would flock to her in the future, and ten thirty-five thousand taels would fall into her hands.

"I'm fine. Drink, hey, keep drinking. My wife has finished her bath." Wu Junyao, who was already unconscious, muttered. Even in this state, he still hadn't forgotten the good things.

Hong Lei smiled in her heart. If she had just accepted her fate and let things take their course before, now she actually liked Wu Junyao more and more. This man was full of wealth and was attractive no matter how she looked at him.

The heartbeat makes people intoxicated. Hong Lei's face is as red as the clouds, and her eyes are blurred and almost thready. She supports Wu Junyao with great effort and says in a drunken voice: "My husband, I am yours tonight. I will serve you well..."

The matter was already a foregone conclusion, she could not escape that day, if she dared to play tricks, Wu Junyao would come and smash the sign of Wenxiang Pavilion the next day. Anyway, with the support of her mentality, she was determined to use all her skills to make Xiao Wu feel comfortable. She had been trained and was professional, but she had not had time to use them yet.

Anyway, with those few fragments of Wu Junyao's poem, Miss Honglei can be a little arrogant in the future. If other people want to sleep with her, she can choose to refuse, except for Xiao Wu, the patron. If Xiao Wu shows some favor to her afterwards, maybe she, Honglei, will really have a chance to sell her art instead of her body, and be Xiao Wu's exclusive lover.

In short, a fragment of a poem will change the fate of two people. The only difference is that their fates go in completely opposite directions...

The servants of the Wu family outside were dumbfounded, their scalps tingling and they were stunned.

Even though they don't have much talent, can't they read other people's reactions?

What is my young master doing? What has he done? Those people's reactions, this is a big deal, anyway, it's a good thing, but when did my young master have such talent? Although I dare not make a conclusion about the quality of those poems, they are really beautiful.

Seeing Wu Junyao fall in, they reacted quickly and rushed to the window to check. Seeing that he was not seriously injured, they hesitated whether to go in and help him.

Out of duty, they should go in, but the timing is wrong. That is the bridal chamber. If they go in now, what if the young master comes to settle the score with them later?

Fortunately, Hong Lei appeared quickly to support and take care of them, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Miss Honglei put on her wedding dress in a hurry, just draping it over her body, revealing a lot of her spring scenery when she moved, which aroused endless reverie. The servants of the Wu family couldn't help but look at her a few more times, swallowing their saliva secretly, as they felt they had received a benefit.

The next moment, the sound of footsteps rang out, interrupting the sight of the Wu family servants. They saw a group of people rushing up quickly. Some of them were so impatient that they simply used their lightness skills to move forward. More and more people came.

"What are you doing?" the servant of the Wu family subconsciously stopped at the door and window and asked.

The newcomers didn't care about the servants of the Wu family. They were like people with their blood pumped up, talking in a flurry and rushing into the bridal chamber.

"Go away, Mr. Wu, where's the poem I just wrote? I haven't finished it yet. This won't do. It's very uncomfortable to be stuck there. I have to finish it."

"Right, right, right, Master Wu must finish. In this brief moment, we've reached a tacit understanding. I've thought of many things to continue, but none of them seem appropriate. I'm itching to do this, like a fishbone stuck in my throat. If he doesn't finish, I'm sure I'll lose my appetite and sleep from now on."

"Brother Wu is a man of great talent. I feel ashamed of myself for neglecting him in the past. From now on, I will definitely make him my close friend. I wish I could drink and chat with him every day."

"Wonderful, so wonderful, so fascinating, such a poem will surely be famous all over the world." "Mr. Wu, come out, don't pretend to be asleep, finish the poem quickly, what's so fun about the bridal chamber, you can do it anytime, it's hard to find a good poem, don't put the cart before the horse"

In just a few words, dozens of people swarmed in at the door of the bridal chamber, and more and more people followed. It was so crowded that a stampede could occur at any time.

Not only that, this is Mo City. A few dozen miles away is one of the three best academies in Jing State. It is full of literati and poets. If a masterpiece is published here, the news will spread quickly and people from other places will rush here quickly after hearing the news.

Anyway, it is inevitable that Wenxiang Pavilion will be popular tonight. Miss Honglei has become famous and no one can stop her. The most famous person is Wu Junyao, who will definitely soar to the sky. In the past, he was just full of wealth, but now he is full of talent.

He has been building his reputation for many years, and now that a fragment of his poem has come out, his fame has skyrocketed.

"What are you doing? My young master is in the bridal chamber, you can't go in!"

Several servants of the Wu family tried their best to stop them. After all, they were bought over at a huge price, and each of them was very powerful. If they wanted to stop them, they could certainly stop them. But those who came were all scholars. Could they dare to stop them by force?
After a few seconds, he was pushed aside.

With a bang, the door opened and the excited crowd rushed into the bridal chamber, some even climbing in through the window.

This is what it means to break down the threshold.

"What are you doing? My husband is drunk and needs to rest. Are you trying to bully me?"

Hong Lei, who hurriedly helped Wu Junyao onto the bed, turned around and said angrily and anxiously, "The wedding dress was disheveled and the spring scene was endless," but she couldn't care less.

Nothing she said today could wake Wu Junyao up. To her, the incomplete poem was the best. As it concerned her future financial prospects, no one could help her.

"Don't look at anything indecent, don't look at anything indecent. Miss Honglei, you are Brother Wu's wife tonight, so you should put on your clothes first."

Scholars still have some dignity, so they did not take the opportunity to jeer at others and turned away.

"Wake up Young Master Wu. We must finish the poem today no matter what."

"Yes, this is really torture, how can this be possible?"

"He's drunk, so what? It's no big deal. Just wake him up. No need for hangover soup. I still have some skills. Why don't you help him get rid of the alcohol so that he can continue his masterpiece?"

"I'm afraid that's not a good idea. Brother Wu has a flash of inspiration when he's drunk. What if he loses that inspiration when he wakes up?"

"That's true. Oh, I'm so anxious."

A group of people rushed into the bridal chamber and started to discuss. More and more people came, and it seemed that there was no room left. There was even more traffic outside the door.

Miss Honglei is the only one standing at the gate and is almost crying with anxiety. If her boss doesn't step in to deal with it, her bright future will be greatly reduced.

Wenxiang Pavilion is a business after all. If Hong Lei can think of it, how could the people who run it not think of it?

So they reacted quickly, and the madam came out to persuade them, saying that they were in the bridal chamber and no matter how impatient everyone was, they should not disturb such a thing. They should disperse first and wait for Young Master Wu to finish.

Anyway, there was chaos for a while and people were temporarily persuaded to leave the bridal chamber, but no one left. Instead, more and more people came.

The madam gave Hong Lei a look, closed the doors and windows, and stood guard at the door herself, so that no one could disturb the good time between Hong Lei's daughter and Wu Shao.

A night of red candles...

The next day, Wu Junyao woke up feeling dizzy and uncomfortable due to a hangover.

"Husband, you're awake," the girl with red tears who was dressing in front of the mirror turned around and smiled sweetly.

After a moment of hesitation, Wu Junyao finally realized what was going on. He had spent a lot of money enjoying himself in Wenxiang Pavilion, but he had some impression that the experience was not good. Should he leave as soon as possible...

Before he could take any action, the door and window were pushed open with a bang, and pairs of hungry eyes outside were looking at him. Many people had bloodshot eyes and dark circles under their eyes.

After a night of this, Wu Junyao felt relieved, but the others were tortured.

I felt itchy under the incomplete poem, and then there was the whispering of the girl with red tears, it was a double torture, and their resentment was greater than that of ghosts.

Facing those pairs of terrifying eyes, Wu Junyao shuddered all over. What happened?

"Brother Wu, what happens after we have such a telepathic connection?" Someone asked impatiently.

Wu Junyao, confused about the situation, subconsciously said, "What do you mean by telepathy?"

"My husband, it's like this..." The girl with red tears came to Wu Junyao to explain what happened last night, to help Wu Junyao 'recall', and by the way, she showed Wu Junyao the incomplete poem she had copied down.

After reading it, Wu Junyao himself had to admit that this must be a world-famous masterpiece, but I wrote this after I got drunk last night?

Facing those pairs of eyes, and looking at the incomplete poem in his hand, he tried hard to recall last night, and gradually he seemed to have some impression. Yes, this is what I wrote!
At this time, Wu Junyao was very excited. I was able to write such a poem after getting drunk. I am worthy of myself.

But why didn’t I finish it all at once?

Everyone was still waiting for the next words. He knocked his head and said, pretending to be thoughtful: "Don't worry, let me think about it."

He took it seriously.

Early in the morning, Wenxiang Pavilion was still packed. Countless pairs of eyes were looking at it from upstairs and downstairs, waiting for Wu Junyao to wake up and take over the follow-up.

He didn't see the scene outside, otherwise I don't know if he would still be in the mood to pretend.

The servants of the Wu family were so terrified. They were afraid of those pairs of eyes. At the end of the night, the invitations sent from all directions filled several baskets, and they were still coming in.

My young master has become famous...

(End of this chapter)