Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Where had Jinlian ever seen such a straightforward statement?

After a moment of daze, a blush appeared on her cheeks.

Seeing this performance, Song Yuan frowned slightly.

No matter what, Jinlian is an old hand who frequents brothels. She has reached the position of an oiran. How can she not bear a little joke?

In order to verify his suspicion, Song Yuan spoke again and said something shocking.

"Miss Jinlian, you look so beautiful, I feel so sorry for you... How do you think about this?"

"I am quite wealthy. Although I have only met you twice, I am willing to redeem you just for your beauty."

Jinlian finally came to her senses and said to Song Yuan shyly with a bit of pouting.

"Sir, please stop joking. How can I be so worthy of such a position? Just like you said before, we have only met twice."

"There's no need to talk about redeeming yourself, but I'm curious. The young master said before that all the poems you wrote were plagiarized."

"I just want to ask, is there any other talented person in this world who has such charm?"

Song Yuan frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that the background of this Miss Jinlian might not be simple.

In this turbulent place, the biggest wish of any woman is to escape from here.

Just like Jinlian, although she has become the golden signboard of Fengyue Tower.

To a certain extent, even the madam has to look at her mood.

But in the final analysis, we are still controlled by others.

What woman is willing to live a life without freedom like this?

Song Yuan now took the initiative to propose, but was rejected by the other party.

Logically speaking, he had already left a good impression on Jinlian the first time, so there was no reason for him to refuse.

In just a moment, Song Yuan became extremely confident.

Jinlian's background must be extraordinary.

It is definitely not as simple as it seems.

But this woman was not after money or freedom, she only spoke poetry.

This response made Song Yuan a little confused.

Where is she from?

What force does he represent behind the scenes?

Thinking about this, Song Yuan was slightly distracted.

"Mr. Huang, are you listening to me?"

It wasn't until Jinlian reminded him that Song Yuan finally reacted.

Seeing that the other party was shy, Song Yuan simply gave it his all.

You want to play with me, right?

Well, I'll have some fun with you today. Apart from anything else, who doesn't know how to brag?

"The poem I copied earlier was not written by a man, but by a woman."

At that moment, Song Yuan made up a story: "My friend died on the battlefield not long ago. His deceased wife had some insights and wrote this poem."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jinlian on the opposite side seemed to understand something.

After a long silence, he finally sighed, "I really want to meet this woman. She is such a poet. She is also a brilliant and beautiful person. If I could have a conversation with her, it would be a blessing for us."

As a woman, Jinlian looked at him with admiration.

Such disguise made Song Yuan frown frequently.

It seems that Jinlian was not sent by the barbarians, otherwise, how could she have such feelings?

Could it be someone from a neighboring country?

After struggling for a long time, Song Yuan felt a little annoyed.

Too lazy to keep Jinlian in suspense, he just spoke up and made the suggestion.

"Miss Jinlian said before that she wanted me to teach you mahjong? Since I want to redeem you, but you don't want to, why don't we hurry up and get this done?"

Song Yuan now only wants to get out of this as soon as possible.

Too lazy to continue arguing with Jinlian, he took the initiative to propose.

"Thank you very much, young master." Jinlian smiled faintly, then turned around and told the maid to take out the mahjong that had been prepared long ago.

But after a moment, looking at the chess pieces on the square table in front of him, Song Yuan frowned slightly.

In fact, even he did not expect that Fatty Zhao would be so capable!

The mahjong that Song Yuan had imagined before was at most a matter of refinement or not.

But unexpectedly, Fatty Zhao took the class to the extreme.

Just take the mahjong set in front of you, it is actually made of gold.

The money spent on this set of mahjong alone is more than ten thousand taels of silver.

Coupled with the use of Jinlian as a character for publicity, Song Yuan has already imagined that after today, this set of mahjong alone will probably be sold at a sky-high price.

From now on, I'm afraid that many young men will come to visit me just to customize the style they like.

By then, I will definitely make a fortune!

"Young Master Huang is a little surprised?" Just as Song Yuan was surprised, Jin Lian, who was standing opposite him, took the initiative to explain: "Young Master Zhao's business acumen is unprecedented in my life."

"Just with this set of mahjong, Young Master Zhao can play it in many different ways. As far as I know, mahjong can be made of jade, silver, or gold, and the materials are divided into different grades. In this way, the grades are divided. It may seem ordinary, but the price difference is definitely not small!"

After hearing the last part, Song Yuan was delighted.

Cooperating with Fatty Zhao is definitely like finding a treasure.

This fat man looks ordinary, but the little thoughts in his mind would surprise even Song Yuan.

A set of mahjong can be played in so many ways. First, it was cooperated with the courtesan to promote the advertising effect, and then different definitions were added to divide it into various grades.

It can be seen that if Fatty Zhao could be given a bigger stage, he would be able to perform better.

For a moment, Song Yuan even felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

With my help, how long will it take for this Fatty Zhao to become the richest man in the world?

Song Yuan just felt as if it would happen tomorrow.

"By the way, Mr. Huang, how about we move to that deck?"

Jinlian suddenly took the initiative to suggest.

Such a statement aroused Song Yuan's curiosity: "What do you mean?"

Jinlian smiled and responded, "My lord, you don't know this, this is one of the agreements between me and Master Zhao!"

As she spoke, Jinlian had already ordered the maid to move the entire table onto the deck.

Song Yuan lifted the door curtain and walked out slowly. Looking at the scenery on both sides of the river, he immediately raised his eyebrows.

As time passed, many people gathered on the shore to watch the fun.

There are many talented people among them, and now they are all looking up at the river.

Most of the pleasure boats have already set up tables.

All kinds of beautiful women gathered together, and thousands of people played mahjong. Even Song Yuan couldn't help but be surprised by the scene.

"These...are all arranged by Master Zhao?"

Realizing the benefits behind this advertising effect, Song Yuan was truly convinced by Fatty Zhao.

Taking advantage of the time when pleasure boats were competing for attention, mahjong was widely promoted.

I believe that after today, this little gadget will definitely cause a huge uproar in the imperial city.

She is also the object of pursuit by many men and women!

"Yeah!" Jinlian nodded, confirming Song Yuan's statement, and sat down opposite him without saying a word.

"Master Zhao clearly stated the price. Since the sisters have money to earn, they will naturally not neglect it... Master, after all this talk, you must show me your skills. You promised before that you would teach me well!"

As she spoke, Jinlian had already extended her soft hands.

The white and tender arms like lotus roots were exposed in front of Song Yuan, and coupled with the shoulders, they were really eye-catching.

In just a moment, Song Yuan felt as if he had become the target of public criticism.

Countless hostile eyes were cast at him from the river bank, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

What are you looking at?

Are you envious?

Then I'll show you something even more extreme!

Under such attention, Song Yuan not only did not know how to restrain himself, but even took advantage of the convenience of being at the same table to frequently reach out and touch Jinlian's soft hands.

Finally, he became even bolder and simply reached out his hand and wiped it along Jinlian's arm.

After only two rounds of mahjong, Song Yuan had a great advantage.

Jinlian's cheeks flushed as she teased him, and Lianlian said coquettishly, "Sir, if you continue like this, I'll have to send you away."

"Hahaha, habit...habit!" Song Yuan laughed shamelessly, and while speaking, he did not forget to put his palm to the tip of his nose.

Pretending to be frivolous.

But afterwards, things seemed much more normal.

After teaching Jinlian a few moves, he immediately said goodbye: "Miss Jinlian, I just taught you all my unique skills."

"Let's make a deal. If you win money using my tricks in the future, you can have some fun and don't be stingy. Remember to give me some!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jinlian rolled her eyes in annoyance. After their previous interactions, she was really angry.

The man in front of me has no dignity at all.

If I hadn't stopped them just now, those hands would probably have touched my chest!

"Sir, you say this without blushing or beating your heart. In all my life, this is the first time I've seen someone asking for money from a prostitute!"

Jinlian scoffed, but Song Yuan explained seriously, "You're wrong. This isn't asking for money, this is called intellectual property. You made money from what I taught you, so naturally you have to share it with me. This is the power of knowledge!"

Such words made Jinlian frown.

Suddenly fell into deep thought.

By the time this stunning woman finally reacted, she saw that the pleasure boat had already docked.

Song Yuan's back was already submerged in the crowd.

When the pleasure boat set off again, the maid who had been serving Jinlian for a long time came forward.

He took the initiative to suggest.

"Miss, that bastard just now took advantage of you so much, why don't you just take action directly? Just say the word and we guarantee that we can stop him!"

Jinlian waved her hand and responded, "Don't forget, we paid a huge price to come to the imperial city. Exposing ourselves for a fallen prince is not worth it."

"We are here for the benefit of Da Chu. He is just a small figure, so just bear with him."

It turned out that Jinlian's identity was just as Song Yuan had guessed.

While Jinlian was communicating with the maid, on the river bank, Song Yuan slowly turned around and gave instructions to Wang Chao and Ma Han behind him.

"After you go back, check the background of that woman carefully."

"Before I set out for the frontier, I must know the answer."

When he said this, there was a hint of sharpness in Song Yuan's eyes.

An aggressive aura makes people subconsciously feel fear.

At this moment, how could he still have any of the charm he had on the boat?

How would others know?

The seemingly insignificant eldest prince is actually so cunning.