Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

Yan Huaiming was summoned by the secret guards before daybreak. As soon as he entered the Li Mansion, Li Zhikai came to invite him. They went out to play polo for the whole morning, and in the afternoon they listened to music and drank wine on a flower boat. Li Zhikai sent a beautiful and elegant girl to sit next to Yan Huaiming, "Young Master Yan, each of us has our own charm. Yesterday we tasted the peony, and today I offer you this winter plum blossom. Please accept it."

Yan Huaiming lowered his head and spun his wine glass, then smiled, "Master Li is thoughtful."

The girl was sitting very close to him, but she was sitting upright. In such a high-end brothel, the image of each girl was tailor-made. She had an otherworldly appearance and dress. If she had leaned on him like Wanwan, her appearance would have been reduced by five points.

Yan Huaiming suddenly thought of the woman from last night.

She had a very flexible figure, and he knew it when she danced. He held her in his arms as if she were a light cloud.

The girl beside him gave him a dignified smile, "I have heard of your good name for a long time, and I am overjoyed to see you today."

She spoke eloquently, "In the past, the young master left a painting of winter plum blossoms in Fengyu Tower. It was brought to the capital and praised throughout the city. After many twists and turns, the painting is now in the hands of Xu Maolin, a famous scholar in Huaizhou. I was fortunate enough to see it, and ever since then I have secretly admired your character. My name is taken from Lin Bu's poem 'A Small Plum in a Mountain Garden,' 'Among all the flowers, it blooms in full bloom, filling the small garden with all its charm.'"

Yan Huaiming smiled and said, "That's a good name."

What's that woman's name?

Yan Ning.

The swallow's Yan, the peace's Ning.

When asked questions, she answered dryly and couldn't even compose a poem. She probably didn't know many words. Yan Huaiming thought that her mother was only interested in teaching her practical things.

She could do it, and she could do many more. He had never dared to imagine the tricks she had before.

He changed his sitting position to hide the changes in his body.

Seeing that he was not enthusiastic, Xuanyan brought up other topics. She was quite knowledgeable and well-informed about ancient and modern times, so Yan Huaiming chatted with her in a haphazard manner.

She placed her hands on her knees with her sleeves rolled up, revealing half of her white arm. The sensible man had already touched her hand.

But Yan Huaiming didn't understand at all.

Half an afternoon passed, and the flower boat docked. They were about to leave. Xuanyan saw that Yan Huaiming had no intention of taking her away, so she didn't care about her personality. She grabbed his sleeve, her eyes tearful and resentful, "Sir, don't you like plum blossoms?"

This is Yan Huaiming. Which woman wouldn’t want to keep him as her lover?

Li Zhikai turned around at the cabin door and said with a smile, "Master Yan, please don't let this beautiful woman down."

Yan Huaiming pulled his sleeve out of Xuanyan's hand and said regretfully, "It's a pity that I have another one in my yard. I am destined to let this beautiful woman down."

"What's the big deal?" Li Zhikai put his arm around a beautiful woman. "A man like Master Yan deserves to have the blessing of a perfect couple."

"My family is strict, so I dare not act unruly." Yan Huaiming said with regret.

Li Zhikai understood. No wonder he had such a good reputation since he was so cautious. These children from aristocratic families were so hypocritical and pretentious.

He stopped trying to persuade them and got off the boat with the two beauties in his arms.

When he returned to Li's house, it was already completely dark. Yan Huaiming walked into the house. The room was brightly lit, empty, and the bedding was neatly folded on the bed.

He walked to the door: "Where are the people?"

"Who are you talking about, sir?" His bodyguard Ji Feng had just walked into the yard.

Yunzhi stood in the corridor and replied, "The master didn't say to keep me. I gave him some silver and sent him back this morning."

Yan Huaiming waved for Ji Feng to come over, "Bring her back to me. Li Zhikai never tires of sending women to me. Put her in my yard to block it."

"Yes."

Yunzhi knelt on the ground and said, "This servant acted on her own initiative. Please punish me, sir."

Yan Huaiming walked into the house without looking back, "You don't have to kneel now. Keep your legs for work. When you go back, you can accept the punishment yourself."

"Yes."

He walked into the room, went to the desk to get a pen, and suddenly remembered that he had written a piece of calligraphy here last night.

He was so distracted by the woman that he completely forgot to put it away.

Now the table is clean and the pen with dried ink is hanging on the pen holder.

He opened the door, and Yunzhi, who had just taken two steps, turned around and saw that his face was gloomy.

"Who moved my table?"

Wanwan was sent back to the dance studio in a beautiful carriage. As soon as she got off the car, many sisters gathered around her.

They saw her holding a bag in her arms and asked, "How much silver?"

Someone else touched the cuff of her dress and said, "This material is really good, and the pattern is something I've never seen before. Things from the prefectural government are always good."

Wanwan stood in the middle of the crowd, hugging the bag of silver tightly, and laughed, "I got fifty taels. That young man is so handsome. Let me tell you..."

She was so beautiful and so lovely that they all felt that it might be some time before she came back, or maybe she would never come back.

The feelings between women are very complicated. If she didn't come back, they would be jealous and hate her, but now that she is back, even if they are holding fifty taels in their arms, they still sigh for her in their hearts.

But they smiled to cheer her up, and everyone was acting, pretending not to see her eyes getting redder and redder.

Life in this world is too hard, but we have to move forward. They gather together and can be said to be dependent on each other.

Mother Chun put a hairpin on her head and said, "You have grown up today, Yan Ning."

When she returned here, it was Yan Ning again.

When he is not around, she cannot offend him.

She touched the hairpin on her head. Everyone knew what Chun's mother didn't say.

When you grow up, you have to hang a sign.

She returned to her room and put the silver into a small box, in which there were only two pitiful little gold earrings and some small silver. There had also been a gold bell anklet, but now he had taken it.

After putting fifty taels of silver in it, the small box immediately became full. She thought that she would go to the money shop one day to exchange it for silver notes.

Why didn't he just give her the banknotes and save her the trip?

She unfolded the piece of paper that she had been holding in her palm. She had folded it very small, and the paper was covered with dense small grid creases.

This was clearly a piece of trash that he didn't want, but she held it in her palm, feeling guilty like a thief, afraid of being discovered. She held it very tightly all the way, her palms were sweating, and some parts of the thin rice paper were wet.

She looked at it for a while and didn't recognize a single word. She had heard people at the banquet say that he was a famous talent of the time, so how could his handwriting be so messy?

She folded it up again and stuffed it down the edge of the box through the gap between the silver ingots until no more was visible. Then she closed the box and locked it.

She began to pack her things. She would soon have a separate room and would no longer have to share a bed with Yinling. As soon as she put her clothes away, Yinling came in with a bowl of brown sugar eggs. "I asked Sister Haitang to make this for you. Come and eat it. This is the best thing for you right now."

Yan Ning took the bowl, ate it in small bites, and then fed it to Yin Ling's mouth, "You try it too."

None of them mentioned her moving house, which was not something to be happy about.

But she still had to move out. Yan Ning didn't clean her new house until the evening. She lay on the bed, but maybe it was too big and she couldn't sleep at all.

She lay on her side, hugging the quilt, looking at the window through which a little moonlight came in. She looked quietly, but suddenly saw a figure flash by outside the window, and a thin bamboo tube blew through the window paper, blowing in a sweet smoke.

Before she could exclaim, her eyelids slammed shut.