Yan Mengmeng looked at the music score in her hand with her love for piano scores. She was proficient in all the classics of ancient times or masterpieces. Even some ancient scores that have been lost for a long time have a little treasure.

Although this song of Ou Lu Wangji is not the best among the music scores she knows, it is already a rare masterpiece. The ethereal and uncontested artistic conception contained in the music score is even more rare! Even if it is not the best, it is her favorite!

"I would like to thank Mr. Wei for this!"

What else can Wei Jie say? He shouldn't have brought Liu Muzhi here. This kid is so affectionate and will not remember anything once he forgets love. Even if he stays in the streets after leaving Qinhuai Tower later, he will not care about it.

"Without the superb piano skills of Miss Mengmeng, this score would have no meaning!" Now that things have come to this, Wei Jie can only please the beauty.

"Young Master has heard of Meng Meng recently, and I am very worried about him. Now that I see him, Meng Meng feels a little relieved!" Invisibly, the two seemed to have infinitely narrowed the distance, and there was a bit of a sense of tacit understanding between them.

"Mengmeng has an offer, I wonder if the young master is interested?"

"Miss Mengmeng is okay!" Wei Jie couldn't do anything like Liu Muzhi, and he could forget everything. At this moment, he was already worried about his future livelihood and was already a little discouraged in his words.

Yan Mengmeng looked at Wei Jie deeply, smiled knowingly, and opened her red lips: "Young Master's song will definitely push the reputation of Qinhuai Building to another peak. Mengmeng doesn't want to monopolize this merit and wants to hire Gongzi as the music scorer of Qinhuai Building. I wonder what the young master wants?"

Wei Jie couldn't help but be stunned. There is still a profession of music scorer? It's never heard of! Although Liu Muzhi is known to be all over the country and knows everything, he has never heard of the profession of music scorer.

Thinking of Yan Mengmeng's previous smile, Wei Jie immediately understood. It seemed that Yan Mengmeng had already seen from his previous performance that Liu Muzhi's statement was untrue. Combined with Wei Jie's current situation, he had already guessed his purpose. The name of this music scorer was just giving Wei Jie a step forward.

"What a smart and considerate woman!"

Wei Jie was moved and had a little more favor for Yan Mengmeng. He did not refuse at the moment and said, "Wei Jie is suffering from nothing to do, so it's just right! Thank you Miss Mengmeng!"

"Even if the Wangji score is the first effort that the young master gave to Qinhuai Building, although the score is priceless, the rules cannot be broken. This score is priced at a thousand guan and collected at Qinhuai Building. In the future, the two young masters will have ten guan a month. They don't have to come here if they have nothing to do. If there is a piano player who needs guidance, they need to be sent as soon as possible, can you have any objections?"

Speaking of this, Yan Mengmengmeng paused, looked at Liu Muzhi, and said with a little difficulty: "But there was a clear statement from Qinhuai Building, and no loud noises are allowed in the building. I wonder if this young master?"

"No problem, no problem. Mu Zhi just met Miss Mengmeng for the first time. He was too excited and excited to lose his composure. He would never be the next time!"

"Wait a minute, Miss Mengmeng, since the Wangji music score has been given to the girl, you can't collect any more money. Weijie only has one request. Can you advance the wages for half a month?"

The first ten guan month is a thousand cents, which is already a lot. Yuan Zhan’s monthly salary is only two or three guan, right? Ou Lu Wangji’s rank of 1,000 guan can’t be asked for anymore.

"Then I would like to thank you young master!" Yan Mengmeng did not refuse, but was just relieved and said with a smile. He couldn't help but become more curious about Wei Jie.

"Did you hear it? Qianguan!" The imminent livelihood problem has been solved. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was still perfect. After leaving Qinhuai Tower, Wei Jie complained to Liu Muzhi.

"If you hadn't had any troubles, we would have been rich people with a lot of money now!"

After getting along, Liu Muzhi and Wei Jie are no longer as polite as they did when they first met yesterday. Knowing that Wei Jie is joking, he shook his head and said, "Even if money is not dirt, it is something outside of your body. How can you make a sudden abrupt woman for a mere thousand-month fortune?"

"Didn't you feel Miss Meng look at you differently? The surprise she was so unaware of when she saw you."

"If Miss Mu Zhineng's Miss Meng looked at her differently, what if she made me feel confused?"

"Okay, don't talk about those useless things! The work of making music in Qinhuai Building has to be on you. At most, I will hum some tunes for you when I'm fine, so that you can find inspiration. Qinhuai Building is the most elegant place in Jiankang City. The requirements for piano scores are probably very high. We have to do something practical after we collect the money!"

When it comes to Yan Mengmeng, her astonishing face and temperament emerge before her. Wei Jie couldn't help but feel a little confused. It is impossible to say that she has no good feelings and does not admire her. Now that she is in the Great Jin Dynasty, it is an unchangeable reality. It is inevitable to try her best to seek the future for herself.

If you can have a passionate love with Yan Mengmeng, the most beautiful man in Qinhuai, and then include him in the room, it would be a great thing. Just when you think that you may not live for seven years, Wei Jie suddenly felt melancholy and lost his mind.

"Shubao, do you have any thoughts?" Liu Muzhi seemed unruly and had a bit of thick lines, but in fact he was as careful as a hair. Seeing that Wei Jie's lonely expression flashed and asked immediately.

"I feel sorry for the thousand-yuan coins you gave away!" Wei Jie said angrily. It was not that he distrusts Liu Muzhi, but that his worries cannot be explained.

Liu Muzhi laughed and stopped talking. He knew that Wei Jie had not told the truth and did not care. Who doesn’t have some secrets of his own? Liu Muzhi can tell people everything?

"Let's go back. In another hour, I'm afraid Brother Shishen will come to find us. I will definitely go to Wuyi Lane to visit An Gong tonight!" Wei Jie didn't know if his fate would be linked to history, but if he wanted to change his destiny, the more helpers he had around him, the better, and the bigger the backing, the better.

In fact, Wei Jie had another thought in his mind that he did not dare to think deeply. Now it is the fourth year of Taiyuan, he was twenty years old. In history books, he was twenty-six years old and twenty-seven years old. If it was twenty-six years old, it was the tenth year of Taiyuan. Later generations recorded it was 385 AD. This year was also the year when Xie An died. Is there any connection between the two?

What surprised Wei Jie and Liu Muzhi was that before the time came, Yuan Zhan was waiting at the door of the villa. When he saw the two of them coming back, Yuan Zhan walked over eagerly and grabbed one with one hand.

"Go away quickly, I just got the news that An Gong will go to Qinhuai Building tonight. This is the best opportunity to visit An Gong!"

"What?"

Wei Jie and Liu Muzhi were both disgraceful one after another. It was not easy to go back and forth. If I had known this, I would have stayed in Qinhuai Tower!

"I heard that Mr. An's best friend for many years will go tonight. Don't be dazed anymore. Follow me quickly. If you go too late, you will be out of place!" Seeing that the two were still dazed, Yuan Zhan was anxious and pulled the two people who had not yet entered the door and walked back.

"The monk is also going to the brothel?" Wei Jie asked strangely as he followed Yuan Zhan's steps.

"Is it Master Zhi Gongzhi Dun, the founder of Jise Sect?" Liu Muzhi asked with an excited look.

"It is said that Master Zhidun is proficient in the learning of Laozi and Zhuangzi, and his Buddhist attainments are also very profound. If he is lucky enough to listen to Master Zhidun's talk, it would be a great blessing for us!"

"You haven't answered me yet, monks can also visit brothels? I heard you say that Master Zhidun is still a Taoist monk, how could he go to a place like Qinhuai Building?" When Wei Jie asked for the first time, the two of them pretended that they hadn't heard it. When they asked again, Liu Muzhi and Yuan Zhan shook their heads angrily.

"Shubao, have you even forgotten the title of Master Zhise Zong Zhi Dun?" Yuan Zhan shook his head and felt helpless about Wei Jie's amnesia. He shouldn't remember this, but he shouldn't forget it, but he shouldn't forget it all.

"That is, the color sect talks about color not being self-demanding, so even color is not color! How can you avoid mere brothels?" Liu Muzhi said with admiration.

"The six schools and seven sects of Prajna study are the most admired by Mu Zhi, the Zhise Sect of Master Zhiduan!"

Wei Jie didn't believe in the fact that color is emptiness, emptiness is color. At present, is it really just a stinky skin? Is it impossible to cause any ripple in my heart?
Chapter completed!