Traveling through ancient times, the empress insisted on having a child with me

After reaching an agreement on cooperation with Liao Yishou, Ling Chuan said goodbye.

Liao Yishou needs to prepare some tools, and Ling Chuan has to come back to draft a contract.

While writing the deed, he discussed with Cao Huanchun some matters concerning the reopening of the shop after the renovation was completed in two days.

Lingchuan decorated the shop's facade in the style of a fast food restaurant, with the counter facing outwards and bright colors. He also personally designed a Yun Fu Ji logo, making the entire shop's facade highly recognizable.

But when it came to whether or not to hold a ceremony for the opening, Ling Chuan was a little troubled. He didn't know many people in Beijing, and the best he could do was to invite Chen Minggao and others to show his support. But he soon thought of another way.

"Old Cao, what do you think if we invite a popular prostitute to sing and dance on the opening day, would that be okay?"

"Huh?" Cao Huanchun was stunned. "Who would invite prostitutes to sing songs when opening a shop? Aren't you afraid of breaking taboos?"

Ling Chuan waved his hand and said, "Why are there so many taboos? Look at our shop, it's the only one in the whole capital. When we open it, let's invite a beautiful and talented woman to sing a song or play the piano. That style will be eye-catching, right?"

Cao Huanchun thought for a moment and said, "If you say so, the most famous person in Yingtian Prefecture must be Miss Tao Ran from the Jiaofang Division."

"Okay, then invite her." Ling Chuan agreed without thinking: "Is she good at playing the piano and singing?"

Cao Huanchun raised his eyebrows. "Isn't she amazing? Miss Tao Ran was one of the three most talented ladies in the capital. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But it's not that easy to invite her."

"I paid her to sing a song, so what? She's a prostitute and she still wants to act so pretentiously?"

"Hey, don't tell me, I have the right to show off."

Ling Chuan was curious: "What's the story? Tell me about it."

Cao Huanchun hesitated for a moment and said, "You are from another place, so it's normal that you don't know. But have you heard of Tao Song?"

"Tao Song? Are you talking about the world-famous scholar Tao Song?"

"That's right." Cao Huanchun nodded and replied, "This Tao Ran is his granddaughter. Three years ago, Tao Song was involved in the case of Prince Yan's rebellion and was sentenced to death along with his entire family. However, the emperor pardoned the women and children of the Tao family, but some were exiled and some were banished, while Miss Tao Ran was sent to the Jiaofangsi."

"However, Tao Song also has students throughout the government and the public, so even though Miss Tao Ran is in the Jiaofang Division, no one dares to make plans against her."

"Out of the mud, untainted."

"Yes, yes, that's what I meant." Cao Huanchun's eyes lit up: "Your words are both appropriate and mention Tao Ran's name. Absolutely wonderful."

Ling Chuan rolled his eyes. Many poems from his previous life that had been passed down through the ages did not exist in this world. Unfortunately, Ling Chuan was a poor student. He had basically forgotten all of the 300 Tang poems he had memorized. At most, he could occasionally recite a sentence or two. He couldn't even remember which poem it was from which poet.

But none of this matters, making money is the most important thing.

"Since you are so supportive, let's invite her to come and play and sing a few songs as a celebration program for the opening of our Yunfuji." Ling Chuan said to himself, "But it would be a bit monotonous and lonely for her to play the piano and sing songs alone. Why not invite a few dancers from the Jiaofang Bureau? Then we can have a song and dance performance, and it will be basically in place. What do you think?"

Cao Huanchun smacked his lips: "Not a bad idea, but..."

"But what?"

"But not everyone can invite Tao Ran. Let's put it this way. Either you have outstanding talent, or you have power that she can't refuse. Otherwise, you can't even meet her."

Ling Chuan frowned: "Such a big deal?"

"Of course, she is one of the three most talented women in the capital."

Ling Chuan glared at Cao Huanchun: "You talked for a long time."

Cao Huanchun chuckled: "However, what you said just now is quite interesting. Maybe with just that sentence, I can persuade her."

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true." Cao Huanchun said, "I will write a note with your poem 'Out of the mud but not stained' and pass it in. I guarantee it will arouse her interest. But your poem is only half a sentence. If you don't write a complete poem when we meet again, she might just kick you out."

"I can't write a shitty poem." Ling Chuan's face was full of pride.

Cao Huanchun spread his hands and said, "There is nothing we can do. You have neither talent nor power. You still want to invite Tao Ran, one of the three great talents in Kyoto. Otherwise, why not just find a few people at the Jiaofang Bureau?"

Originally Lingchuan didn't care, but after hearing what Lao Cao said, he felt that Tao Ran was the most suitable.

Not only is she talented, but she also has a very good background. The fact that she can hold such an extraordinary status in a place like the Jiaofangsi shows that many bigwigs in the court are looking after her. This alone can create a lot of popularity for Yunfu Ji.

"No, I must ask her."

Ling Chuan said, "I definitely don't have a whole poem, but I have the second half, 濯清润但妖, you can write a note and hand it in."

Cao Huanchun was stunned: "I'm going? You're not going?"

Ling Chuan covered his ribs and pretended to be in pain: "My injury has just healed, I don't want it to happen again."

Cao Huanchun was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He instigated Lingchuan to go to the Jiaofangsi. If the emperor knew about this, he would be in great trouble.

"What if she doesn't come?"

"Not coming?" Ling Chuan took out the badge of the Criminal Investigation Department: "Even our East Factory's reputation is useless?"

Cao Huanchun said bitterly: "The East Factory has long been in name only, how can it still have any face?"

"Is that so?" Ling Chuan rubbed his chin. "If she doesn't come, you can hand her another note, saying that since she has already bowed down to the powerful, why should we distinguish between high and low."

"Isn't this an insult? Isn't that too bad?"

"She doesn't even give me face, so why should I give her face? Just do it, go quickly, the store will open the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

Although Cao Huanchun was a eunuch, he was very familiar with the Jiaofangsi. It could even be said that more than half of the people in the entire Jiaofangsi were sent there by him. So when he arrived at the Jiaofangsi, he found the courtyard where Tao Ran lived with ease.

"This is a poem written by my son. Please pass it to Miss Tao Ran."

Cao Huanchun had a smile on his face, and although he also handed over a silver ingot, his attitude was somewhat arrogant.

The old maid in the yard was also a person who was used to such occasions. When she saw that Cao Huanchun had an extraordinary demeanor, she immediately put on a smile and asked, "Excuse me, who is your son..."

Cao Huanchun's eyes narrowed, and his tone instantly became cold: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about."

He was the supervisor of the East Depot who made all the officials tremble with fear. How could a mere old woman bear the pressure he intentionally released? She was so scared that she bowed repeatedly and then hurried in to report.