First Minister of Ming Dynasty Chapter 119

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Zhou Huiniang didn't have much decoration, but she simply pulled her hair and wore a bright red war jacket. She came to her face gracefully, filled with a strong scroll air.

This woman's appearance is naturally excellent, but at first glance, the most touching thing is the style. It really seemed to be soaked in ink.

Both of Geng Junyong's masters are vulgar people, it is difficult to feel, at best, this woman feels unusual. However, Zhang Ximeng could feel the self-confidence after reading poems and books, and the brilliance that bloomed from the inside out.

If you put it in the past, Zhang Ximeng would not have felt it, but in the past two years he has been studying with Jia Lu, and he has finally managed to improve a certain level and squeezed into the ranks of high-end scholars. But even so, Zhang Ximeng asked himself that he was better than this woman. It's a lot worse, even embarrassing.

Zhang Ximeng asked her to sit down and asked directly: "How do you call a girl?"

"My name is Zhou Huiniang." The woman agreed very simply, lowering her head, keeping her eyes straight and having no extra words.

Zhang Ximeng was startled, and he smiled: "I am an officer in charge of the ambassador. The girl has the heart to join the army and fights side by side with the soldiers. She is already considered to be in the army. I just talk to the girl normally, and I don't have any other meaning. After all. If a girl wants to join the army, she has to understand each other clearly."

Zhou Huiniang nodded, "I understand." She said nothing again.

Zhang Ximeng said that you don't take the initiative to speak, which makes me very embarrassed... How on earth do you want to open the deadlock? He thought about it for a long while, then let's talk about her best feature!

"The girl has read a book?"

Zhou Huiniang nodded slightly, "I have read it a little...Mr., at a young age and in a high position, should be full of poetry and books."

Zhang Ximeng laughed at himself, "I just drove the ducks to the shelves... When I was a kid, my father enlightened me, but didn't want me to pursue my fame, so I just read a little bit. Although I have studied a lot, there are no rules. Later, I went to the lord, responsible for the exchange of clerical documents, so I had to pick up the books and study hard for a while, not wanting to make mistakes. It's just that I'm not like those who have the heart of imperial examinations and fame. I don't have ten years of hard work. It's a lot worse. It's a girl. Although I haven't seen a girl's poems, but you can play the Qin Wang's broken drum, you must have a big hill in your heart. When it comes to literary attainments, it should be far above me."

Zhou Huiniang listened silently, and she seemed to have a move in her heart. She admired: "Mr. is too modest. Your plan for dividing the field is thoughtful and well-thought. Compared with the past dynasties, it is not much concession. It is so young and has a future. The limited amount, although Xiao He Chen Ping, cannot be compared."

These words stunned Zhang Ximeng, "How did the girl know that I wrote the Fen Tian Ling, and where did I read it?"

Zhou Huiniang couldn't help laughing. She didn't answer Zhang Ximeng's words, but smiled: "Mr. asked me about studying, and said that the world has been studying hard for ten years in order to fame in the imperial examination... But Mr. knows that there is another kind of suffering in this world. Read it?"

Zhang Ximeng was startled, and said honestly: "I don't know!"

"Well, the little girl dared to say... That kind of hard reading is that if you can't memorize an article in a day, can't recognize three hundred words, can't write ten poems, you will starve for three consecutive days. To be sent to inferior places, to serve the traffickers, pawns, and arrogant people...Only when you are hard to come out, read out, read poems and songs, know everything, piano, chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy, all are good, in order to paint a boat, like a talented man, Hongru, Talk about poems and become the oiran everyone admires." Zhou Huiniang raised her head and smiled at Zhang Ximeng, "Mister thinks this kind of hard study is better than the ten years of scholars?"

Zhang Ximeng was shocked suddenly, as if he understood something.

Ancient brothels can also distinguish between three, six and nine. For those traffickers and pawns, the lower Liba people are happy for a while, and naturally they are the lowest. There are some who are ugly from birth, and some who are old and declining. Basically, there is no particular emphasis. There are even prostitutes who are not open for business.

A little further up, you have to sing, dance, play and sing, be able to talk and serve guests at home.

It's just that these are not the best, the highest level, of course, is the history of the sub-collection, the poetry, and the poetry, all knowing, all knowing, writing poems and paintings, can compete with those talented people, do not fall behind, talk about poetry and essays, and even give Inspired by those top literary talents.

Only such a strange woman is worthy of the title of oiran, who can deal with the noble and noble officials. She does not sell herself. She is sought after and admired by thousands of literati. If she plays a piece of music casually, some people will spend money, only for beauty. Smile.

Zhou Huiniang is the king who came out of the powder circle in Yangzhou.

In terms of appearance alone, she is not much stronger than Xuejiao, but her literary talent is a thousand times better than Xuejiao, and this is the only way to take the lead.

The big guys think that this woman is beautiful and beautiful, and she is blessed to have the unparalleled talent that is a thousand times better than that of a man.

But until this moment, Zhang Ximeng realized that her talent was actually forced, beaten, and soaked out of Huanglian water.

"Hey, the brothel is a magic cave. From top to bottom, there is no one who is not suffering! How can there be any talented and beautiful people, romantic stories, but cannibalism!"

Zhang Ximeng sighed, but Zhou Huiniang was quite shocked, she said so well, she is cannibalism!

"Sir, do you know that literary talents and poetry skills are not enough! You need special skills if you want to be the top spot among thousands of women."

"Special skills?"

"Well, we must understand the overall situation, and we must be clear about the general trend of the world. It is true that in the ten years of Zhizheng, someone told me about the White Lotus Church and the Peng Dang of Monk Peng. Later, the one-eyed man came out, and the world was in chaos. There are countless officials and talents who come to our paintings and talks, and they will mention the red scarf everywhere. We must use the skills we have learned to resolve their worries for them, and make friends with these talented scholars and become confidants! Without this! The ability to deal with people can only be based on the hue. When the hue eventually ages, it is naturally inferior."

Zhang Ximeng was shocked again! Actually learn this!

This is too curly!

Many scholars are blind to the outside world, and it is impossible for them to explain clearly what the White Lotus Sect and what the Red Scarf Army is.

But a woman in a brothel wants to be clear, talk freely, and solve the doubts of scholars. What kind of ability is this?

Any visitor to the brothel, seeing this posture, must be shocked, willing to empty his pockets, not for anything else, just to be able to talk, and is already satisfied.

In their opinion, this woman must be exceptionally talented, or get to know high-ranking officials, otherwise she can't make the most of it.

Mysterious, talented, strange woman in the world...Only with such a deep impression can these guests willingly take out the money in their pockets.

But what they didn't know was that the strange woman in front of them was actually taught by a group of people painstakingly, and their careless words were all carefully designed.

Everything is an illusion that has been painstakingly created.

Zhang Ximeng sighed deeply, and felt that this woman was unusual and that he had underestimated her.

"Miss Zhou, the energy spent on you must be extraordinary, so how did you get out? Also, why did you come to Chuzhou...Of course, if you find it inconvenient, we can talk about it later. , Or invite someone to come."

Zhou Huiniang smiled, "There is nothing to say. They are dedicated to nurturing me, but they treat me as a cash cow. If I am old in a few years, or a more powerful person wants to get me, it will naturally be a matter of one sentence. I always You won't be grateful for their cultivation, and you will be rewarded, right?"

"That's natural, I'm just curious, what does the girl think?" Zhang Ximeng said.

Zhou Huiniang smiled brightly again, "They let me study, let me lie to those talented scholars. But I never thought about it. The more I read, the more I think about it. I have all kinds of abilities, how can they trap me? I rescued Jiang Sanshu a few years ago. I asked him to help me drive the car for three years. Naturally, no one doubted it. I asked him to take me out of the city. The outside was in chaos, and no one dared to chase me casually. It's easy to escape."

"It's just that there are fire pits and hells everywhere in the world. It is not the same where I escaped! I was giving up, but more than a year ago, I heard that Chuzhou is equal to land. Men and women are treated equally. There is a ration field and a circulation field. , There was some curiosity in my heart. Later, I heard that although Wu Bantou was a singer, he was also respected, able to stand up straight and live a decent life. I made up my mind and wanted to take a risk. Try. At this time, Zhang Shicheng snatched several famous women from Yangzhou again, so I made a decisive move and left Yangzhou City. This is my past experience."

Zhang Ximeng listened patiently, Zhou Huiniang's words really shocked him, and completely opened a door, but behind this door is not a beautiful new world, but a cruel hell.

Zhang Ximeng pondered for a while before he asked again: "Miss Zhou, I know your origins, then why did you become a member of the army again~www.mtlnovel.com~help us do things?"

Zhou Huinian smiled slightly, better than peach blossom.

"Mr.'s words are wrong. I am not helping you. I am for myself. I am also a poor man, and I am the most bitter and helpless person from head to toe, don't you think?"

Zhang Ximeng took a breath, "This is of course true, but the girl can rest assured, since you join us and become one of us, naturally no one will discriminate against girls anymore."

"Really?" Zhou Huiniang said with a smile: "I'm just a female stream, and I'm from a brothel. After all, I can't be on the stage. My husband can tolerate me, and so can your army?"

"It must be possible!"

Zhang Ximeng categorically said: "In life, there is a childlike innocence that is not stained with dust. This childlike innocence is the original heart of all people. From the original heart, everyone is generally the same. Teach, not teach!"

Zhou Huiniang was startled, and then she sighed helplessly: "Sages are also respectful and humble!"

"Honor and inferiority lies in status, not in people's hearts. For example, if I am an official, the people below will naturally obey my orders. If there is malfeasance, they will be punished. This is natural and righteous. If I feel that I am more noble than them, I will punish and insult at will, It is my fault to treat them improperly. The Yuan Ting and the Supreme People's Court regards thousands of Han Southerners as cattle and horses and squeezes and kills them at will, so that the people have no means of making a living. Death! It has been since ancient times!"

When Zhou Huiniang heard this, her eyes widened and she was shocked. She looked at Zhang Ximeng stupidly, her heart beating, and she admired: "If this is the case, you can be a sage!"

Zhang Ximeng smiled dumbly, "Sages are not what I can do, nor can I accomplish great deeds alone. If you want to be successful, you can be a sage for everyone, and a girl can be a sage!"

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