I am a living immortal.

Smoky brothel.

Whenever it gets dark, this becomes the most bustling place in the entire Wending, with a four-story wooden structure, red silk and red lanterns, and a strong smell of rouge and powder.

There is no need for brothels to solicit customers outside.

Tall or short, fat or thin, beautiful or pretty, there is always one that suits you.

Carriages came and went.

The maid at the door can tell whose young master, which noble family, or even which talented person the man is just by looking at the carriage and the driver. The level of hospitality corresponds to the status of the person. This is the rule of Yanqinglou.

The sound of the piano in the building is as melodious as the sound of a ringing pendant, which makes people feel relaxed when listening to it.

As soon as he entered the door, a woman came up to him and was hugged by him.

"Master, you come less often~"

"I'm busy with housework, so I come here as soon as I have time..."

"Ahaha, I've been waiting for you." The woman pretended to be shy. No matter what she really thought, she always looked happy, and she still had some basic manners.

The person who came was not an exception, but everyone was like this.

If you are familiar with each other, you will set up a private room, talk about current affairs and gossip, discuss poetry and songs, and then create a lively atmosphere before you can get down to business.

But most of them would go to the hall to see the beauty of the courtesan.

As the sound of piano lingers in the air, a competition begins to see who can win the heart of the most beautiful courtesan tonight.

Not every night has a winner.

This is a two-way choice, which is a competition of talent, power and financial resources. It is a must-do event every night.

Is being an Oiran important? Of course, but that takes a back seat to victory.

Generally speaking, the oiran is just an accessory to victory.

At least those young masters from aristocratic families are still quite normal in their minds. You can have fun, but if you take it seriously, you will be laughed at.

No matter how stunningly talented and beautiful a woman of romance is, she cannot be on the stage.

Only scholars would value a courtesan so much.

Everyone knows it, and maybe the scholars themselves know it too, but sometimes you really can't meet such a brilliant person too early, and this person doesn't seem that far away from you.

But that’s not the topic today.

"Have you heard? Miss Su spread the word the day before yesterday that she personally selected a talented scholar? It seems he's quite talented."

"Three days have passed, and the scholar still hasn't come. He's really pretentious." The person who spoke was also dressed as a scholar.

"Keep your voice down! You're going to kill yourself."

The friend tugged at the corner of the speaker's clothes and said, "That was someone brought by the second son of the Chen family."

The person who was speaking seemed to be drunk, his eyes fixed on the graceful figure playing the piano on the high platform. The face covered by the veil made the scholar look a little dazed, and he did not hear his friend's advice at all.

It seemed as if he had devoted his whole body and soul to the platform.

Such a passionate look also attracted the attention of the people on the platform, and every glance was stunning.

The scholar seemed to be greatly encouraged by just one look, and his surging desire to perform was like that of an inferior person pretending to be pretentious in front of his beloved.

"Humph! He's just a poor scholar. It's still uncertain who will win the provincial examination. A great talent? I think he's just an idiot. He hasn't dared to come out for three days. I'm afraid he's hiding somewhere trembling with fear."

"It's an honor for him that Miss Su likes him. He really doesn't know what's good for him."

“This…” Seeing this, his friend stopped trying to persuade him and immediately took a few steps back. He didn’t think so before, but now he thinks that this person must be a fool.

Those were the people brought by the second son of the Chen family.

I don't know what great talent means, but I call him a fool. Is this an insult to that scholar? This is an insult to the second son of the Chen family. How can you say I don't know how to judge people? I can't tell the difference between a fool and a great talent.

No matter what his mentality was when he said this, but based on what he said today in Yanqinglou, Wen Ding, and even this person in Rangzhou, will probably not be able to survive. The second young master of the Chen family will definitely not let him go.

as predicted.

When these words are spoken.

The atmosphere in the room was strangely quiet for a moment. Several gazes came over vaguely, their eyes full of mockery and ridicule, and most of them were looking at the fun.

This old fox is indeed smarter than the young fox.

After this incident, most people remembered the scholar chosen by the courtesan, and many people also wanted to see whether this scholar was a genius or a fool.

Since you don't come on your own initiative, I will force you to come. So many powerful people want to take a look, you have to come even if you don't want to.

This is the power of power and influence. Sometimes, you really have no choice.

As for the fate of the person who spoke?

Who cares? People will only focus on the good show. A jumping clown is just jumping around to perform an opening ceremony to liven up the atmosphere.

This was Miss Su's plan, and the scholar should be honored.

…………

Wei Ming, who was actively preparing for an exam in his rented courtyard, suddenly felt a chill and shuddered, goose bumps covering his entire body. He rubbed his arms, looked out at the night sky, and wondered, "It's not cold here, is it?"

"Or is something bad going to happen?"

Then he remembered the invitation from Yan Qinglou.

"Hey!"

Sigh, I hope I'm mistaken.

The night is quiet, frogs croak outside the window, and the stars shine.

Inside the room, Wei Ming put these trivial matters behind him and brewed himself a pot of tea to refresh himself. The old wooden table was piled with various books, including masterpieces by famous authors, some difficult-to-understand ancient sayings, or some little-known and wonderful discussions.

Relying on the dim light, Wei Ming recorded the ideas he thought were wonderful and interesting, savored them carefully, and then wrote down his own thoughts.

His literary temperament was not innate.

But it is the result of countless days and nights of studying under the lamp, just like today.

Others can steal his literary style, but they cannot steal his talent.

Is literary style important? Yes, it is.

If there is no luck.

Your journey will be very bumpy, with setbacks at every turn. Worst of all, you may achieve nothing in your life. Even if you possess extraordinary talent, you will not get the opportunity to display it.

This is bound to affect the destiny of a country and concern millions of people.

This is how evildoers bring disaster to the country.

Wei Ming doesn't know yet that his future will be so important.

…………

The next day, as the rumors from Yan Qinglou spread, many people began to inquire about Wei Ming.

Wei Ming became a hot topic in the entire Wen Ding for a while. The more mysterious he was, the more people wanted to know him. He became the subject of discussion for most people. Some scholars were curious, some despised him, some were jealous, and some admired him, regardless of their mentality.

With various factors fueling the trend, Wei Ming became famous.

Lin Zhiwu hurriedly and quietly came to the courtyard where Wei Ming was.

At this moment, Wei Ming was still unaware of the turmoil outside.

Seeing Lin Zhiwu, he was also surprised: "Why are you here so early in the morning?"