Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Chen Lang smiled slightly: "I don't deserve it, it's just an empty title."

"May I ask your Excellency?"

Lai Han said: "You will remember my name soon."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Chen Lang snorted inwardly and thought to himself: You are just pretending.

Qingcheng dug her toes into the ground in embarrassment, not knowing whether to chase him or not.

Seeing Qingcheng's appearance, Chen Lang also felt a little bit of sympathy for her. Just as he was thinking about helping Xie Qinghuan explain something, another burst of exclamations was heard around him.

Lai Han and others who had just reached the stairs stopped because of the exclamation and looked at the stage in the center of the lobby.

Another woman in cheongsam appeared on the stage. Her figure was similar to Xie Qinghuan's, with a curvy figure and exquisite curves.

But Xie Qinghuan was wearing a mask, while this girl showed her true face openly.

Xie Qinghuan performed her piano skills, and the girl performed a dance after she went on stage.

As the dance progresses, the swaying hips and breasts change from a word into a visible landscape.

At the same time, there is tenderness and sweetness in this girl's eyes as vast as the sea.

Most of the male patrons of Yanfei Tower are poor students with little money. They come to Yanfei Tower because they cannot afford to go to Hongxiuzhao. The only chance they have to see Pang Qiuyan in a year is during the Oiran Competition, but they can only watch from afar and cannot appreciate her up close.

But now it’s different. Pang Qiuyan is right in front of them, and every subtle expression on her face is clearly visible.

"It's Pang Qiuyan..."

"I heard she redeemed herself from Hongxiu Zhao. It turns out she was poached by Yan Feilou..."

"Mother Tang really has some tricks up her sleeve. She was able to poach someone from Hongxiuzhao, and she even poached the top performer!"

On the second floor, Chen Lang opened his mouth in astonishment. He didn't expect that Pang Qiuyan would also perform on stage like Xie Qinghuan.

You are the top performer at Hong Xiu Zhao. If you go to another brothel to dance and generate income for them, aren't you afraid that you will be beaten to death by Hong Xiu Zhao's mother when you go back?

It was too late to stop her now. Chen Lang patted his forehead and decided to watch it first.

First, a masked woman showed off her piano skills, and now Pang Qiuyan, the former top courtesan of Hongxiu Zhao and one of the four heads of the troupe, showed off her dance. The atmosphere in Yanfei Tower reached a height that had never been reached before.

As for Yanfeilou’s top-notch Qingcheng, no one pays attention to it anymore.

However, Qingcheng was quite grateful to Pang Qiuyan, because her appearance made her, who was about to become a laughing stock, suddenly become an object of no one's attention, which greatly alleviated Qingcheng's embarrassment.

After finishing the dance, Pang Qiuyan accepted the applause from all around with a smile. After her breathing calmed down, Pang Qiuyan jumped off the stage and walked the same path that Xie Qinghuan had walked.

After coming to Chen Lang, Pang Qiuyan bowed and handed the wine glass to Chen Lang.

"Are you not afraid of being scolded by your mother when you get home?"

"I redeemed myself."

"Cowhide!"

"Stop talking nonsense and give me a reward."

"Why do you do this?"

"It's for business. Sister Qinghuan has upset Mother Tang, so I have to help clean up the mess."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's all up to you!"

"Blame me? Why blame me? I didn't do anything."

"Think about it slowly. I can't stay for too long. Hurry and give me the money."

"Gone."

Pang Qiuyan looked at the empty wallet in Chen Lang's hand and was about to burst into tears.

Chen Lang thought for a moment and said, "Since things have gotten to this point, how about I write you a poem?"

Pang Qiuyan instantly stopped crying and asked, "Really?"

"On the same level as Shui Tiao Ge Tou and Man Jiang Hong?"

"You can't just write a random song to fool me."

Chen Lang said, "Don't worry, the poems I write are of a level several stories high."

Pang Qiuyan gritted her teeth and said, "If you dare to write a random song to fool me, you're dead."

Chen Lang smiled, asked Gui Gong for pen and ink, picked up the pen and thought for a while, then wrote down Liu Sanbian's classic masterpiece.

After writing it, he gave it to the turtle slave, who said in the loudest voice: "Mr. Chen has given me a poem."

"[Butterfly Love Flower·Standing on the dangerous building with a gentle breeze]

"Standing on the dangerous tower, the wind blows gently. Looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grassy smoke.Who will be silent without words.

I plan to get drunk on the madness.Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless.

Even if my clothes become looser and looser, I will never regret it. I am exhausted for her."

After listening to this poem, Pang Qiuyan was about to cry again.

But this time I wasn’t crying out of anger, but out of emotion.

Compared with the reward of two hundred taels, this poem is more in line with Pang Qiuyan's wishes.

When Xie Qinghuan heard this poem, his expression changed slightly.

In fact, this is what she wanted.

As for Jiang Bin, who wanted to compete with Chen Lang in literary talent, after hearing this poem, he became visibly depressed, yet at the same time felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, Chen Lang did not write poetry when Qingcheng performed before.

Otherwise, tonight will be the night of my disgrace.

Pang Qiuyan took the paper with the words "Butterfly Loves Flowers" written on it from the turtle slave and waved at Chen Lang: "Thank you, great talent."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

Pang Qiuyan left happily.

Chen Lang returned to Zhu Shan and said, "Brother Zhu, it's getting late. I should go home."

"Tomorrow morning, I'll see you off at the city gate."

Zhu Shan bowed and said, "Although I have said this many times, after listening to the song "Die Lian Hua", I still want to say it."

"Mr. Chen is a man of great talent. I admire him deeply."

Chen Lang said, "Brother Zhu, you're welcome. See you tomorrow."

Zhu Shan said, "Mr. Chen, you promised to give me a farewell poem."

Chen Lang said: "I remember it."

"I'll take my leave now."

……

After the curfew clapper rang three times, no one was left on the streets of Linshui County.

The solemn night, like a wet black cloth, covered the entire county.

As time passed, the water vapor in the black cloth gradually evaporated, turning into balls of thick white mist.

This kind of scene always appears in the early morning of July.

As dawn approached, small clusters of pale yellow light appeared in the thick white fog, adding a bit of human warmth to this pale city.

Ta da...ta da...

The crisp sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the early morning.

A horse-drawn carriage drove along the wet bluestone road towards the East City Gate.

When they arrived at the city gate, the driver found that the place was heavily guarded. In addition to the soldiers guarding the city, there were also constables from five yamen.

The constable raised his hand, signaling the carriage to stop and be inspected.

Zhu Shan lifted the curtain, jumped off the carriage, and showed the ivory card to the constable.

"It's Mr. Zhu. I'm sorry for being so rude." The constable returned the ivory plate to Zhu Shan and bowed to apologize.

Zhu Shan frowned slightly and asked, "Is the disaster so serious?"

The constable nodded and said, "Mr. Zhu, once you leave the city, do not linger. Walk quickly along the official road. If you see any disaster victims along the way, do not help them, because if you save one, you may not be able to leave."

Zhu Shan said: "I understand, but thank you for telling me."

The constable turned around and was about to ask his colleagues to open the city gate, but Zhu Shan said, "Wait a moment, I need to wait for someone."

"Who is it?" asked the constable.

Before Zhu Shan could speak, the sound of horse hooves came from behind him.

Looking back, I saw Chen Lang riding a horse galloping towards me.

Zhu Shan smiled and said, "The person I'm waiting for is here."

Chen Lang quickly dismounted and walked quickly to Zhu Shan. "Fortunately, we made it in time."

Zhu Shan bowed and said, "Mr. Chen, after this farewell, I don't know when we will meet again."

"take care."

Chen Lang took Zhu Shan's hand and said with a smile: "I promised to give you a poem, listen."

“Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the white sun, and the north wind is blowing the geese and snow.

Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you? "

"Brother Zhu, there is a second half to this poem. I will tell you when we meet again someday."

Zhu Shan laughed out loud and said, "With this masterpiece to accompany me, my official career will no longer be lonely."

He immediately jumped onto the carriage and waved vigorously: "Take care, Master Chen, I'm leaving from Zhu Shan!"