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Chapter 202: Miss Ruyu's face flushed

Ruyu smiled and said, "Although my bed is small, if you want to use it, there are conditions!"

"Oh! ... Tell me and see if I can satisfy the girl's requirements."

Ruyu looked at Qian Mingduo, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of sadness. "I originally wanted my guests to write a poem for me. But... I think you are an extraordinary person, and I am afraid that I cannot understand your poem."

"Does your name contain the word 'snow'?" Qian Mingduo asked.

"Sir, how do you know that my humble name contains the word 'snow'?" Ruyu asked in surprise.

Qian Mingduo smiled and said, "I just saw a letter on your desk with the words 'Gong Xuewu'er' written on it. I think it is a letter from the girl's parents to you."

"Sir, you have good eyesight!" You can see it from such a distance.

Qian Mingduo walked to the desk, Ruyu smiled slightly, and leaned over to grind ink for him.

Linjiangxian——

Fragrant tea accompanies the sound of the pipa, and I sit opposite her and listen to her voice. I look at the world of mortals, but I am accompanied by sorrow, and I spend the rest of my life alone under the lamp.

Beauty is like jade, she is self-carved, why should we belittle ourselves? Even when there is snow and wind, we can walk on the snow to find plum blossoms, where they stand proudly in the snow (laugh).

Qian Mingduo put down his wolf hair brush and said, "For the last word, it depends on what the girl likes. I think the words 'proud' and 'smile' are both appropriate."

After reading this poem Linjiangxian, Ruyu slowly sat back at the table. "Jie Yuanlang is really a talented writer. Let's have some wine first."

"The girl doesn't always choose customers by drawing pairs, right? If that's the case... the madam will be unhappy too." Qian Mingduo asked, "If she can't make money, will she blame the girl?"

"Five hundred taels of silver per night." Ruyu said calmly, "Although there are not many people who can afford this price, there are some."

"So girls only play with pairs when there are no guests?"

"Yes!" Ruyu smiled, "Just as you said, if I didn't make money for the brothel owner, I would have been kicked out long ago."

The lights were on and the Yihong Courtyard was bustling with the sounds of stringed instruments. But in the room of Miss Ruyu, there was a different kind of tranquility.

Qian Mingduo sighed slightly: "It's a pity that such a talented girl is trapped in this place of fireworks."

The girl smiled and said, "Sir, you are wrong. There is no place in life that is not a place of beauty. Although Yihong Courtyard is noisy, it also has a different story."

Qian Mingduo took a sip of wine and said, "What the young lady said is very true, but there are many injustices in this world. With your talent and beauty, you should be in an elegant place, appreciating the beauty of poetry with scholars and literati."

A trace of desolation flashed in the girl's eyes: "My lord, you don't know that fate plays tricks on people. Since I am here, I can only take things as they come."

Qian Mingduo put down his wine glass, his eyes determined: "If one day, the girl can leave this place, she will shine even brighter."

The girl was slightly moved: "Sir, you are so kind, I am grateful to you. But things in this world are not that easy."

Qian Mingduo shook his head and said, "Don't be discouraged, girl. I believe that as long as you have a chance, you can change your fate."

Miss Ruyu filled the scholar's glass with wine, and her smile was bitter: "Sir, your words have given me more hope. Come, Sir, let's have another drink."

Qian Mingduo raised his glass, smiled at the girl, and a special feeling filled the room.

After a few drinks, Miss Ruyu's face flushed. She glanced at Qian Mingduo, stood up, and slowly walked to the bedside.