After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

As the sun rises in Xiluo, the streets of Mo City once again return to their former bustle.

"Hey, have you heard that the murderer from yesterday turned himself in?"

"I heard it was a revenge killing, and that the whole family was killed by the boss above." The man was a little scared when he spoke. He pointed upwards and looked around.

Pedestrians, vendors, and people on the street were all talking about this matter.

"Oh, what a pity! I heard he was a scholar. Only a scholar could do such a thing..."

"Hey, then why don't you say that Lu Gongqing is a scholar, and he also did something like this?"

"He, he is not a real scholar, wasn't he a reckless warrior before? Alas, how could a hero of his generation fall to this, becoming a eunuch? After all, he ended up like this because he helped the evil."

"That year, Shi Lan didn't know martial arts. I heard that the people who invited him were all outlaws who could climb walls and fly over rooftops. On the eve of Yi Yuan's departure, a bunch of people rushed to him, and Lu Gongqing couldn't resist and was killed..."

The more the word spread, the more magical it became, and even people on the street were attracted to it.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed forward and rushed around in the street. Some people were pushed to the side by the crowd before they could react.

"What happened? Did they catch the assassin again?"

Everyone asked each other and saw a group of guards passing by in the street. The leader was a burly and fat middle-aged man. Judging from his clothes, he looked like a wealthy man.

He is indeed a wealthy man, right? Isn’t that man the master of the Liu family? Why is he so aggressive? It feels like he is going to fight.

"Don't you know? They should be going to the Chen family. The young master of the Chen family beat up the future son-in-law of the Liu family. I guess Mr. Liu is going to seek justice for his son-in-law now."

"There is such a thing, please tell me about it..."

"Let me tell you, this Chen family's young master Chen Junhe and Liu's son-in-law..."

Until someone familiar with the inside story told the story, people on the street had been discussing the assassin these days, but few people paid attention to what happened to the Liu family.

When those in the know learned the news, they became curious.

"Yes, I heard that too. It is said that Yingge can't write poetry. The poems she wrote were bought..."

"Is this true?"

"It's true. It can't be false."

Their discussions could be heard from far away in the street.

A creaking carriage passed by them. Fu Zijing lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced at the people on the street. Then he let it down again. After blocking out the noise outside, he picked up a scroll beside him and told the servant, "Send this to Chunyi Tower. I will reward anyone who can perform Yingge's poem well at the Lantern Festival with a thousand gold coins."

When the servant heard this, he was not scared by the fact that their young master was willing to spend a fortune. After all, they had seen the world. He stopped the car and went downstairs to do the work.

Yingge is really amazing. She actually asked Fu Zijing to take action just to clear her name. Isn't this going to cause an uproar?

If you ask where news is transmitted the fastest, it is none other than brothels. They are places of entertainment with a complex flow of people, and are also places where news gathers. Once anything happens, it will be extremely lively there.

Master Zijing is so optimistic about this girl named Yingge. Is she really that good at writing poems? The servant went to Chunyi Tower with doubts.

"Okay, there's a reward!"

The old man of the Chen family was sitting in the yard. The troupe on the stage was still chanting the latest poems they had received, but the audience was already in chaos.

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky..."

In the inner room, the old man of the Chen family, who was obviously from a wealthy family, was sitting in an armchair, holding in his hand a poem he had just received. He was enjoying the poem as the stage was chanting.

Someone in the crowd cheered again, and the sound drowned out Old Master Chen's cheers, but he didn't care at all.

"It's really well written. What about Jun and that loser? Is he still not saying anything?"

The man waiting on the side said anxiously, "Preaching, beating and scolding are useless. He just doesn't say a word... I have locked him in the study room as you ordered."

Old Master Chen said angrily, "Let him reflect on himself in there. If he hasn't finished reading the book, give him a knife and let him chop the book before he finishes reading it. Let's see what he can do..."

The man didn't dare to reply and lowered his head even lower in shame.

The other man waited for him to finish speaking and immediately stepped forward and said, "Master Liu is here again today, and he brought a group of thugs with him."

"Grandpa Chen is old, and his family was worried that he might get upset, so they didn't tell him about this last night. After they found out, they scolded Chen Junhe and locked him up in the study."

“Hehe, who said his son-in-law is good at poetry, but he opened the door to my Chen family with just one poem.”

"Please tell him that he should lure Jun He with winning or losing, so that he will not bother with them for the sake of Mr. Liu. Tell him to go back and ask a doctor to treat his son-in-law, study hard, and stop causing trouble in the future."

That's a bit impolite.

The man went out to report with an uneasy look on his face.

"So what if I have supernatural powers? There are so many people in this Mo City who can write poetry. I just don't know if I can make it to the end..."

The Chunyi Building in the daytime was less noisy than at night, and was elegant and quiet. The servant took the scroll and went into the building. At this time, there were two women leaning against the railing. They were not dressed and yawning. "Ah, it has become quiet again these past two days. There is not much business."

"Sister Yutang, why aren't you asleep yet? Aren't you sleepy?"

Suddenly, they looked down and saw the old procuress, who was walking three steps high, shyly going to meet the boy. They couldn't hear their specific conversation from a distance, but vaguely heard the old procuress say, "Yes, yes, it will be done. I guarantee it will be done. I have many girls who can sing and dance."

Anyone who can ask his mother to go down and pick him up in person is not an ordinary person. The person who spoke just now also roughly guessed that the boy was here to deliver a song, otherwise he would not be so anxious.

Chunyi Tower has also accepted poems and tunes written in the study, and most of the time they are very happy to have them sent to them.

"I wonder if it's that scholar again this time. It looks like the fee is quite high!"

"Not only that, it looks like it's from a very big family. Look, mom is smiling like a flower."

As soon as the words were spoken, the servant said goodbye and Yu Chunhua bowed again to express her gratitude.

"Please rest assured, little brother. We in Chunyi Tower will definitely take care of Young Master Zijing's affairs. We will definitely choose the best poems of Young Master Yingge." Yu Chunhua opened the scroll of poems and took a look at the name of the poet.

"Hey, listen, it really belongs to the young master of the Fu family, it belongs to the young master Fu Zijing!"

Another woman also exclaimed, "Yingge, is that Yingge?" The young man who was not attracted by her beauty even when he came to Chunyi Tower.

She remembered this clearly.

As soon as the servant left, Yu Chunhua was surrounded by the girls in the building. Each of them chattered like an oriole, asking about the latest information on poetry.

In high-end brothels like Chunyilou, the women there are all extremely talented and artistic, and most of them sell their art rather than their bodies. Singing and dancing are a must, and the songs they sing are mostly poetry.

Of course, they can't sing all the popular poems. They can only sing the well-known masterpieces. They can also sing the poems written by the talented men and beautiful women in Mocheng.

Being able to sing these well is also a help to them.

"I heard that it was the young master of the Fu family who pushed for it."

"That young master is the Fu family from Mocheng, Young Master Fu Zijing."

"Did he write the poem? Then who is this Yingge?"

"What kind of poem is this? When will the bright moon appear..."

"Look at me, girls, girls, don't talk nonsense. This is the young master of the Fu family who paid a huge sum of money to sing. If any of you can be selected by the young master of the Fu family, even if you can't get the first place, it will be no problem to get into the top ten."

For the women in the brothel, fame is their only chance to control their own destiny. Hearing this, the women asked questions one after another.

I have asked Mr. Wu Qu to compile these poems for more than half a year. Everybody is very excited about this. Since Young Master Zi Jing has sent the poems to our Chun Yi Tower, other towers will definitely be scrambling for them. No matter what you say this time, you have saved me a fortune.

The women giggled and responded in a sweet voice.