The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Lu Siniang said: "My salary is already not low, the money I get is no less than that of the officials!"

"Having a high salary doesn't mean you're treated well. It's the end of the year now, you need to rest like the ministers."

Lu Si Niang said: "After all, I am a woman, and I cannot be compared with officials. I am satisfied to be able to rest on time, and I don't ask for anything else."

Ge Dongqing said confidently: "How can that be possible? You are my wife, and the emperor has personally commended you twice. How can your treatment be worse than that of an official? Madam, please prepare some writing materials for me. I will write a letter to my elder brother and explain the situation to him so that you can enjoy a higher treatment!"

Lu Siniang rejected it immediately, "No, the border is unstable at this time, the emperor has gone to the battlefield in person, and now he is facing a shortage of food and grass. How can we bother the emperor for such a trivial matter!"

In fact, Ge Dongqing was just talking. He was not a person who didn't know what was important and what was not. If Wan Lianxing hadn't asked him to stay in Fengying to assist Yan Qilian in supervising the country, he would have followed Wan Lianxing to the border long ago. He said he wanted to write a letter just to express his attitude in front of Lu Si Niang and prove that he cared about her.

However, Lu Siniang was not a fool. She would not think highly of Ge Dongqing just because of his action.

"Madam is able to put the overall situation first. She is indeed not an ordinary woman..." Before Ge Dongqing finished his compliments to Lu Siniang, the little maid Lian'er ran in.

Ge Dongqing was so angry that he glared at her: "How reckless! Do you still have any rules?"

"Master, I'm just afraid that you would go to bed. Here is your letter. I'm afraid of delaying your business, so I ran in!" The maid Lian'er shook the letter in her hand with a smile on her face.

When he heard it was a letter, Ge Dongqing also sat up straight, "Where did the letter come from? Is it from the border?"

Lian Er said, "It's not a letter from the border, it's from Miss Fu Liu from Jiao Man Lou!"

Lu Si Niang pulled the corner of her mouth to reveal a barely perceptible sarcasm, and then said calmly: "Master, since you have your letter, Si Niang will not bother you here!"

"Madam, please don't go. I don't know any Miss Fu Liu!" Ge Dongqing was eager to explain and spoke very quickly!

The maid Lian'er was puzzled: "Don't you know her? How could she send the letter to you if she didn't know Miss Fu Liu?"

"If I say I don't know him, then I don't know him. Return the letter!" Ge Dongqing acted as if he would not tolerate any argument!

But the maid Lian'er didn't know what the letter was about, so she said, "Why return it? Is it necessary to return a letter from a prostitute? Let me see!"

Lian'er opened the letter. When she opened the envelope, a strong fragrance came to her face. Lian'er coughed twice. She said in confusion: "Oh my god, why does this letter smell so good? Hey... strange, why is this letter paper pink? It's so beautiful!"

In order to attract the attention of the opposite sex, the girls in brothels would crush some flower petals, add some spices, use the flower juice to dye the letter paper and then dry it. The result was a piece of eye-catching, fragrant and seductive colorful letter paper. They would then use this kind of letter paper when sending letters to others, so that men would remember them and think about them, thus increasing their liking for them.

However, a normal lady from a wealthy family would not do such a thing, let alone correspond with any man casually.

Lian'er didn't even bother to look at her master's expression and opened the letter on her own.

"Oh, this Miss Fu Liu is too shameless. She didn't write anything on such a nice piece of letter paper!"

Ge Dongqing laughed as soon as he heard it, "I told you it's a useless letter, just throw it away!"

But Lian Er said again: "It seems to be really useless. This seems to be a short poem! Madam, take a look, what does it mean?"

Lu Si Niang said: "I don't want to see it!"

Ge Dongqing echoed, "That's right. How can a poem written by a prostitute be pleasing to the Madam? Throw it away immediately!"

Lu Siniang said, "Master, this is not true. Most of the poems written by women living outside the world are from prostitutes. On the contrary, poems written by ladies from wealthy families are rarely published!"

Ge Dongqing swallowed his saliva. Lu Siniang didn't seem to be so easy to deceive. "Madam knows a lot. Maybe ladies from wealthy families are not good at writing poems and lyrics!"

Lu Siniang said, "Writing poems and lyrics, and being good at writing are skills that most young ladies have learned since childhood. The reason why there are so few works that are handed down from generation to generation is because there are not enough literati like you to sing about them. On the contrary, the most talented lady in the brothel, Miss Fu Liu, has come to the fore. But it is also true that if there are a group of literati to sing about her, her poems will surely be passed down and remembered. However, there should be no shortage of women in this world who are better than Fu Liu, it's just that there are not enough literati to sing about them."

After saying that, Lu Siniang glanced at the pile of books on the table. At first glance, those books did not seem to have any mystery, but Ge Dongqing knew in his heart that under the pile of books was a stack of poems written by him and Miss Fu Liu. They were all improvised by Miss Fu Liu on the spot when he went to the brothel to drink. He thought they were good, so Miss Fu Liu copied them on paper and gave them to him.

No matter what, Ge Dongqing's fear of Lu Siniang was real. He didn't dare to make her angry, because this woman not only dared to beat people, but also dared to kill people. Killing bandits was killing, and she would not show mercy to killing her husband. Thinking of this, Ge Dongqing immediately agreed with Lu Siniang: "Madam, what you said is very true, very true! I guess Miss Fu Liu has no real talent or knowledge!"

Lu Siniang said, "How could she not have real talent and knowledge? Without real talent and knowledge, how could scholars and poets flock to her? I heard that countless scholars and poets get drunk in front of her door every day. In order to drink and have fun with Miss Fuliu, everyone must spend a lot of money to see her. I heard that many people have lost their fortunes just to see her."

In fact, Ge Dongqing also spent a lot of money on Fu Liu. Fu Liu was the most talented woman in the brothel, and her reputation was not in vain. She was proficient in playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Moreover, her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and she could arouse people's love without saying a word. How could such a woman not be sought after? A gentleman like Ge Dongqing could not escape Fu Liu's talent and beautiful appearance.

Ge Dongqing no longer felt the pain from the wound on his body. He was a little worried that Lu Siniang knew too much. The two of them had always kept to themselves and did not interfere with each other. Why did Lu Siniang tell him so much today? Was she trying to warn him? Did Lu Siniang know his whereabouts on weekdays? Did Lu Siniang know that he often went to Miss Fuliu to drink and quarrel with her?

Ge Dongqing broke out in a sweat for a moment, thinking that this woman would not want to kill him just because she hated him for going to find Miss Fu Liu. He had already seen today how fast this woman's knife was, but he did not want to collide with Lu Siniang's blade.