The thoughts left by the courtesan who wanted to be in the Hua Manlou flashed through only a thought.

After Han Jiang thought it seriously, she felt that it was not suitable. This was obviously a test. Since she couldn't think of how to deal with it, she would use calmness to act according to what her teacher taught her in her previous life.

In addition, the last Ying asked whether to let the girl take a bath, Han Jiang had already made a decision.

Can't stay.

Han Jiang looked up at Han Qi standing at the door. Han Qi was full of anger at this time.

Ying took a step forward and gave a half-hearted salute: "Brother Qi." He just made a name and said nothing afterwards, but Han Qi's eyes changed. He looked at Han Jiang, and his eyes were no longer angry, but a plea.

Han Jiang's face was as usual, and she waved her hand gently: "Reward."

The courtesan who played the piano stood up and bowed, then picked up his own piano.

When the courtesan left, he dropped a silk squid, but saw the evil tiger who was eavesdropping on the porch, picked up the silk squid and stuffed it into his arms, and then moved his wrist as if it was nothing.

Han Jiang just pretended that he didn't see it and walked back to his desk.

Han Qi stood at Han Jiang's door again. Han Jiang raised his head: "Shadow, let the people in the yard go out and close the door."

Soon, everyone in the courtyard went outside, but the shadow stood inside the house without moving.

Han Jiang and Han Qi both knew that Ying could not leave. She came to monitor Han Jiang. Without the orders of Han Tuozhou, no one could command Ying.

Han Qi couldn't take care of that much, and rushed up and wanted to pull Han Jiang's collar.

The shadow could see clearly, and Han Jiang clenched his fists.

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Han Jiang did not raise his hand and allowed Han Qi to grab his collar and push him against the wall.

"If you don't have your surname Han, you will definitely find out who you are. I warn you to abide by the rules in the Han Mansion."

Han Jiang asked slowly, "I have read the rules of the mansion, but what I don't understand is that you asked me to follow the rules of the mansion or yours." Han Qi asked in one sentence. At this time, Han Jiang smiled and said, "With your family background, a brothel woman has come yet to be recruited."

Han Qi let go of Han Jiang: "Miss Yingyue can only be seen from afar and not be blasphemous."

Han Jiang understood this, just like a goddess brought out by a fool in later generations, but Han Jiang really didn't take this girl Yingyue seriously, just as Han Jiang said, a brothel woman.

Han Qi sighed heavily: "I'll pay a lot of money and ask for talented people all over the place. I just want to go into the building to listen to the piano."

"I do not understand?"

"You pretend to be confused, okay, I'll tell you. Miss Yingyue sets up five levels. Those who pass the first level can listen to the piano under the flower shed outside the building. After the second level, you can listen to the piano in the building. After the third level, you can go up to the second floor. When the fourth level, you will invite you to enter the room to listen to the piano, or you can pass the fifth level. Miss Yingyue will then sign the piano and be a slave."

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Han Jiangxin said that this method of attracting people's appetite is either because Yingyue is too self-supervised or there is someone behind it.

"Please go back."

Han Jiang no longer wants to talk to this naughty child who is still crazy at the age of 35.

Han Qi took two steps: "You really don't know the five levels set by Miss Yingyue?"

Han Jiang shook his head: "I can live a brothel girl, but I can't live, I don't care. I don't know if I can live tomorrow. Do you think I should care?"

"I can live, my uncle will protect you."

This sentence is wonderful.

Han Jiang confirmed that he was definitely a rare product, so next we must know who he was regarded as.

Han Qi asked again: "Why tell me who are you?"

"I'm Han Jiang."

"You think I'm stupid? I'm not stupid. You're not Han Jiang."

"Why am I not?"

"Uncle said you are not, you are not." Han Qi's reason was very powerful, but Han Jiang also understood that Han Qi knew very little, and it was enough to be sure that Han Tuozhou didn't believe that he was Han Jiang.

Han Jiang walked into the room again, and Han Qi stepped forward to block it: "Do you really don't know the second level?"

"I really don't care."

"You promise that my uncle will ask Miss Yingyue to play the piano again, and you will refuse."

Han Jiang reacted and said, "I am an outsider, come to your house. I guess Ying and Cai are very special and important. You don't like me, and then you think I'm robbing the goddess in your heart again, and you are very unhappy."

Han Qi didn't answer the conversation, just asked: "Do you really don't know the second level?"

Han Jiang had the intention to chat with this 35-year-old naughty child at this moment, so he had to ask, "Okay, what's the second level?"

Han Qi took out a piece of brocade in his arms and opened it carefully. There was a piece of paper that had been folded for unknown number of times, with a line of words written on it.

Loneliness and cold windows are empty-handed.

When Han Jiang saw it, he knew that this was from Li Qingzhao and was absolutely known throughout the ages.

Han Qi asked, "Can you do it?"

Han Jiang sighed slightly, thinking that Han Qi, you are in your thirties, and it is really interesting to argue with me, a 16-year-old boy. Han Jiang said to the shadow: "Press and ink."

Han Qi was shocked: "Can you solve it?"

Han Jiang replied: "This is from Yi'an, not the brothel girl. I remember that the original text should be in the Hakka, and the lonely and lonely window is empty and widowed." Han Jiang said, while writing this line of words on the paper, and then wrote: Wandering in the vast ocean, wandering in the waterfall and surging through the waves.

After writing, I wrote a short one: the sycamore tree is rotten and pillowing together.

"The first one is the match between Jie Yi'an and this one is the match between Jie'an and Jie'an girl."

Han Qi stood there with two pieces of paper shaking like a slam. Han Jiang was frightened. This middle-aged naughty boy would not be crazy about sheep.

Before Han Jiang could ask, Han Qi rushed out with a strange cry.

Let’s talk about Han Jiang’s study.

Yingyue knelt on the mat and was telling Han Tuozhou about the process of playing the piano just now.

Han Tuozhou asked: "Is it Li Xing?"

Yingyue replied: "When I return to the Lord's words, I think it's right, not right."

"Yes, no, no, what is it?"

"Don't be angry, say yes, the maid has seen it, it is indeed Li Xingwu. He said no, but he doesn't know how to explain it. The maid has seen countless talented men and powerful men, gentry and merchants in Huamanlou. The maid looks at the maid and looks at the maid as if it were the servants in the mansion. The little official looked at the maid, and it is better to look at the tea bowl in his hand. Or, the maid is not as good as a tea bowl in his hand."

Han Tuozhou asked: "Look at it?"

"Master, even more."

"Dislook?"
Chapter completed!