Is this the boudoir of a talented woman?

Li Xiuran followed the maid to the upper floor. As soon as he entered the door, a faint fragrance came to his face. The ground was covered with dark red floors, and tables, chairs and furniture made of mahogany were furnished around. There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, exuding an antique charm, delicate but exquisite and luxurious.

There was a screen on the right, which separated the back, and it should be her bed.

The spring tent is so warm and magnificent and fragrant... Li Xiuran sighed in his heart.

"Have you not been to the women's boudoir?" Xiangling stood up to greet him. Seeing Li Xiuran looking at the room, she seemed quite novel, and asked softly.

"I've been there. I have a little sister in my family. However, she has loved martial arts since she was a child and is not very concerned about other things. The room is far less stylish than Miss Xiangling." Li Xiuran smiled.

"Have you only been to Ling Mei's boudoir? What about other people? For example, the young master's favorite, his fiancée?" Xiangling said curiously.

"I am not married yet, so where can I enter the woman's boudoir at will?" Li Xiuran smiled bitterly.

There are also great defenses in this world. A woman’s boudoir is a forbidden area, and she can’t just enter just by wanting to.

A little surprise flashed in Xiangling's eyes: "Young Master can write masterpieces like Yu Linling, but you are not married yet? Xiangling thought... Xiangling was rude, so don't blame her."

Li Xiuran was a little embarrassed and said casually: "The random work is not worth mentioning, Miss Xiangling doesn't have to care."

"I held hands and looked at each other with tears in my eyes, and I was speechless. Even if there were thousands of styles, who would I say to me that such sincere and sincere sentences were not random works.

After hearing the two poems of the young master, Xiangling knew that the young master was very literary. She never thought that Xiangling underestimated it. A song of Yulin bell expresses lovesickness and sorrow. In the poem, there are very few people who can get the best.

Xiangling has been studying and practicing calligraphy since she was a child. She believes that she has some skills in poetry, but compared with the young master, she is really ashamed."

Xiangling smiled bitterly on her face.

Stop praising, I feel guilty when I praise you... Li Xiuran is even more embarrassed and smiled modestly: "Miss Xiangling has been awarded too much. I have benefited a lot from listening to Miss Xiangling's comments just now. Miss Xiangling is worthy of being a talented woman."

"It's the young master who is too rewarded. Xiangling is afraid of being the name of a talented woman in front of the young master."

"Puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the maid next to him couldn't help laughing: "Others are afraid that others will look down on them, and even if they don't have literary talent, they will boast. When it comes to the wife and Mr. Li, it's just the opposite. Is this a mutual appreciation?"

"Don't be rude." Xiangling scolded.

The maid quickly shrank her neck and did not dare to say anything anymore, but it also resolved the embarrassment of the two of them joking each other in business.

"Ping'er is following Xiangling. She is used to being casual on weekdays and speaks without saying anything. Don't blame her." Xiangling bowed to apologize.

Li Xiuran smiled generously: "It's okay."

"Please sit down first, young master." Xiangling reached out to invite.

Li Xiuran followed Xiangling to his seat.

The maid immediately brought a few plates of side dishes, a pot of wine and two wine glasses.

Xiangling personally filled Li Xiuran, poured another cup for herself, and then raised her glass and said, "Young Master, a song of Yulin Bell, sincere love, and expressing lovesickness, it must be a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation. Xiangling may also benefit from the glory of the young master, gaining fame in the capital, and even keeping its name in history.

This great kindness cannot be repaid, Xiangling respects the young master with a cup.”

There are many courtesans in the capital. Although Xiangling is of great talent and appearance, she is not unique. If you want to surpass others, you have to rely on your works to promote it.

The poem Li Xiuran obviously gave her a chance, not only during her lifetime, but also possible to win a reputation after her death. This can be regarded as a great kindness for any courtesan.

Li Xiuran naturally understood it, and raised her glass and said modestly: "With Miss Xiangling's literary talent, even without this poem, I believe you will be able to be famous in history with yourself. Miss Xiangling doesn't have to care."

The two drank it all in one go.

Putting down the wine glass, Xiangling filled him with another cup, and said softly: "Just just now that the young master said he was not married, Xiangling was a little curious. How did the young master write such sincere words, "Holding hands and looking at each other, tears in his eyes, and he was speechless."

This matter cannot be overcome, right... Li Xiuran muttered in his heart and said perfunctorily: "To be honest, I just parted with my family and came to the capital alone.

I just heard that Miss Xiangling asked her to write poems and lyrics on the theme of sending thoughts on the rainy night. She was inspired by a moment, and she also improvised it.

"I see."

Xiangling suddenly realized, then felt a little sad, and sighed quietly: "It is really sad to part with her family."

Did you think of your family? Li Xiuran felt a little moved and hesitated: "I have heard of Miss Xiangling's life experience before. I would like to ask, has Miss Xiangling never met her family in recent years?

If you feel abrupt, you can do not answer."

"Xiangling's family is also in another place, so they can only communicate with each other through letters. It's true that I haven't seen it for a few years."

Xiangling forced a smile and changed the topic and said, "I won't say that anymore. The young master's words just now, "The flowers fade, the flowers fly all over the sky, and the fragrance of red silk is broken," are also sincere and confusing. I wonder if there is any follow-up?"

There is, but there is, Lin Meimei's song "The Song of Burial Flowers" is too long. I only remember the first two sentences, but I didn't remember the others... Li Xiuran shook his head:

"This sentence was just improvised and not yet able to continue writing it."

"It's such a pity." A hint of disappointment flashed across Xiangling's face: "If the young master makes a follow-up in the future, please let Xiangling read it."

"It's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about." Li Xiuran responded casually.

"It's boring to sit wither. Why not play a song for the young master to help you liven up."

The two chatted for a while, and Xiangling suggested.

Li Xiuran smiled and said, "Miss Xiangling still understands music?"

Xiangling smiled and said, "Let's understand better, and enjoy the daily life."

Li Xiuran said happily: "Then I'll listen carefully."

Xiangling smiled and ordered the maid to bring the piano. She sat in front of the piano and raised her slender hands to gently stroke the strings. Just as she was about to play, she suddenly heard a scream outside the door.

"Ah~ It's dead!"

The sound was terrified, and a commotion immediately caused in the corridor outside the door.

Xiangling seemed to be scared, her face suddenly turned pale, and she looked out the door worriedly.

The maid also looked panicked: "What's wrong? Why is this? Why is it dead? The sound is like a lady Ruyan, why is it that something happened to her?"

Li Xiuran's heart was thrilled. He had just come to Tianxiang Pavilion for the first time, and then he died. Don't be affected by his bad luck again?

While thinking, he touched the knife that had just been put aside, stood up and looked at Xiangling and said, "I'll go and see the situation. There may be danger outside. You can stay in the room for the time being, don't go out."

"Young Master, be careful," Xiangling reminded.
Chapter completed!