plumnovel Chapter 98 Some are happy, some are sad
Chapter 98 Some are happy, some are sad
Chapter 98 Some are happy, some are sad
At this moment, Lin Zhou and Lu You could hardly be said to be embracing each other, after all, there was an old lady sitting in the middle. The old lady was the most famous feminist in the Song Dynasty, and she would scold her husband as if he were a disobedient dog.
If she could get the two of them to have their way right now, she would have lived a life of luxury. But even so, she couldn't stop the girls from having such a lively and willing time.
Lu You, needless to say, was born a genius. In addition, his surname, the Lu family of Jiangzuo, meant that no young man with the surname Lu who appeared in literature was ugly. Moreover, he was skilled in both literature and martial arts from a young age, with an elegant figure and agile physique. He was the kind of person who could attract young girls at first glance.
People who have never been handsome can't possibly imagine how proactive girls can be.
Although Lin Zhou isn't exactly handsome, he has a height advantage, speaks in an interesting and unconventional way, and most importantly, he's extremely generous, buying things and giving gifts without batting an eye.
Although these girls are all from wealthy families in the city, they are not that rich. The real top-tier socialites have their own plans, so their allowance is not something they can just withdraw whenever they want. But ever since Lin Zhou took Qin Hui's money, he has never treated money as money.
If a young woman takes a fancy to a hairpin, then all the young women will get one. The best drinks in the restaurant will be served like they're free, and a piece of fine Shu embroidery will be given to each woman. Every young woman who comes out for a stroll will receive a gift that she can't carry herself, even if she's too shy to ask for anything.
Lu You was responsible for attracting their three souls with his talent and beauty, while Lin Zhou was responsible for seducing their seven spirits with his silver. A poem, a sip of wine, a hairpin, a roll of silk, and the young girls' hearts were no longer their own.
In just this short period of time, Lin Zhou alone gave them gifts worth over 100,000 yuan, while Lu You, a great talent, also gave each of them a poem on their behalf.
So beautiful!
Those "good brother" calls, which started as teasing and joking, are now heartfelt. The younger sisters are even considering whether to choose the talented and charismatic Lu brother or the caring, considerate, and generous Lin brother.
But the good times didn't last long, and although his sister-in-law was late, she arrived.
Actually, the two of them were just drinking sweet drinks at the restaurant across the street, such as fermented rice wine and fruit wine, which are drinks exclusively for girls. But when they were chatting there, they glanced over and saw Lin Zhou and Lu You sitting opposite them, with a bunch of young girls sitting around them. Those girls were all young, beautiful, playful and lively, with spring feelings between their brows. They would even shamelessly go up to them and play around.
"Look at that person! Look at that person!" Hongliu was numb with anger when she saw that scene: "That shameless bastard, he even has that filthy stuff stuck to his chest!"
Tang Wan smiled, but she squeezed the copper spoon in her hand so hard that it formed a knuckle. But being a talented woman, she wasn't in a hurry at all. She just stood up with a smile and said, "Let's go, sister, let's see what good food that shop has."
They were then arrested on the spot.
After they arrived, the two of them didn't do anything special. They didn't argue or make a scene, nor did they give each other the cold shoulder. They simply pulled up a chair and sat down next to their dog of a man.
Tang Wan took out a handkerchief and wiped Lu You's mouth with a smile: "Husband, look at you, you've eaten it all over the place."
"
Lu You was already quite drunk, but one sentence made him stiffen up. Then, without any hesitation, he stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "I can't hold my liquor—I'll take my leave now."
Lin Zhou tilted his head to look at Hong Liu, while Hong Liu just tilted her head and smiled at him. The two stared at each other for a long time before Lin Zhou suddenly went up and kissed her on the corner of her mouth.
That caused an uproar. Hongliu screamed and jumped up, her face flushed as she ran away. Lin Zhou slammed his hand on the table and pointed at the performers who had stopped playing due to the disturbance: "Keep playing!"
At this moment, it was Old Mrs. Li who stepped forward and tapped him on the head: "You little rascal, go after him, what kind of behavior is this?"
"Huh? I—"
"go!"
Lin Zhou couldn't refuse the old lady and had to go downstairs. However, Hong Liu hadn't gone far. She was downstairs, holding Tang Wan's sleeve and chatting with her. Lu You was squatting by the tree, vomiting loudly, obviously having drunk too much.
Upon seeing Lin Zhou come down, Hong Liu's face flushed crimson, as if she had been scalded with boiling water.
However, there was no point in saying anything more at this moment, and there was nothing more to say anyway. Compared to the old married couple next door, Hongliu's emotions were far more complicated.
The girl's emotions were like the evening breeze on the riverbank, sometimes warm and sometimes cold, as if she wanted to struggle out but could not break through that curtain. The crescent moon, the crowds of tourists, the lights as bright as day, all melted into a backdrop of starlight as honey.
They couldn't even care less about the resentment they had just felt; all they could think about was their unrestrained and rude intimacy.
Lin Zhou didn't feel anything, he just felt nauseous, but he felt he couldn't vomit it out, otherwise he would be as embarrassed as Lu You. However, the cold wind blew and the alcohol took effect, his face turned red, and he looked like a young man of sixteen or eighteen.
Silently, he led the person into the "boldly dry" area. After only a few steps, Lin Zhou quickly walked to the side of the alley, came to the ditch, squatted down, opened his mouth, and vomited up all the stench he had been holding in all the way.
"Ah—that feels so good."
Lin Zhou patted his chest, panting heavily: "It's the New Year, drinking every day is a bit much."
At this point, Lu You was unable to speak. He was suffering from alcohol poisoning and was in a daze, only able to walk unsteadily with his wife's help.
"Brother Lin, you were quite dashing just now, with all those beautiful women around."
"What are you being so sour about?" Lin Zhou glanced at her. "Hey, has your man ever written you a poem?"
"Hmm? Why do you ask that?" Tang Wan asked curiously.
"I'm not trying to stir up trouble, but people say that Li Bai could write a hundred poems after drinking a bucket of wine. Your man is just as good. He just drank a couple of sips and then every girl in the room wrote a poem with his name on it. If you hadn't come, he was planning to give each of them a poem about butterflies in love with flowers."
After listening, Tang Wan slowly glanced at Lu You beside her. Although the curve of her smile did not change, her apple muscles visibly drooped, instantly turning her originally gentle and bright smile into a very gloomy one.
"I see, the butterfly and the flower, how wonderful."
"I can't do it, I'll have to learn from him next time—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the nausea surged up again, and he squatted down and vomited violently once more. His vomiting startled Lu You as well, turning the situation from one person vomiting into two.
While they were vomiting, Tang Wan stood behind them with her arms crossed, staring intently, her back teeth clenched tightly.
Anyway, I don't know what happened when we got back to the shop. Lin Zhou fell into a deep sleep, but when he got up and went downstairs, he found that Lu You had slept on chairs pushed together in the lobby all night.
Why are you sleeping here?
"I don't know," Lu You said, looking equally bewildered as he sat there with his hair disheveled. "I forgot about it after leaving the tavern yesterday."
"I don't know." Lin Zhou also sat down. "I just remember being kicked out by the old lady. The wine yesterday had no flavor, but it felt like it had some alcohol content."
"You didn't say anything yesterday, did you?" Lu You suddenly became alert. "I don't feel good about it."
"I seem to have a vague recollection. I asked my sister-in-law something, and she said—'Have you ever written a poem for her?'"
Lu You looked up at Lin Zhou, his mouth slightly agape: "Huh?"
"Have you written any?"
At this moment, the air was as still as asphalt. Lu You rested his hands on his knees, raised his head, and looked around.
"What are you looking for?"
"Look where the main beam is. Sometimes I think that death isn't such a bad thing."
"Have you ever written a poem about butterflies and flowers for your younger brother and sister-in-law?"
"Butterfly—" Lu You sighed deeply, rummaged in his pocket for a while, and took out his purse with some loose change: "Good brother, I'm afraid I won't need it, so I'll leave it to you. Don't forget me in the future."
"Eh?"
However, Lu You did not die in the end, because at the moment before he hanged himself, he suddenly had a change of heart. He snatched several dozen strings of cash from Lin Zhou and used them to buy a pair of gold bracelets. Then, he racked his brains and wrote a poem called "Butterfly Loves Flowers" to apologize to his wife.
Anyway, I didn't leave the room until almost noon, but downstairs I could hear the thumping sound of the bed legs hitting the floor.
"Master, master, what's that noise?"
Eagle kept tilting her head back, trying to find the source of the strange noise, while Lin Zhou covered her ears: "This is called dogs in heat, children shouldn't listen to it."
It was almost time to eat, and they came out. Tang Wan seemed to have forgiven Lu You, but she was holding her waist as she walked.
Lin Zhou leaned forward and pulled Lu You aside: "You're that strong? More than an hour?"
"Thanks to the treasure you brought, brother." Lu You gave a thumbs up: "Great!"
"Holy crap—the Sword Saint's stamina is amazing!"
"You flatter me, you flatter me—"
However, Lin Zhou is not particularly special; he is just lucky. The person who saved him from his inferiority complex finally arrived as scheduled.
Grandma Li arrived at the battlefield a second before dinner.
Seeing Lu You's dog-like, humble demeanor before the old lady, Lin Zhou felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
"I'm out of money." Li Qingzhao sat at the dining table: "Yesterday—after you left, I went to the gambling den and played a couple of hands."
"Oh dear, old lady, old lady—" Lin Zhou patted Eagle Brother's head: "Go, give the old lady one hundred strings of cash."
Li Qingzhao waved her hand and said, "Let's start selling that collection of poems today. I'll personally help you sell it."
After saying that, she placed her three seals on the table: "I will affix my seal to the title page."
Lin Zhou didn't know if she was the first person to monetize her fame, but he felt that he couldn't miss this wave of sales. After all, the old lady had been living a very secluded life for many years. As a top influencer of this era, Lin Zhou didn't even dare to imagine how much influence she could bring.
It's worth noting that in the future, many people will seriously analyze who is stronger, her or Su Shi.
Winning or losing wasn't important at that moment, because the fact that she could be compared to Su Shi already meant she had won big.
"Let's eat, let's eat. I'll get to work on the preparations after we eat!"