Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Aunt Hu may be in her twenties this year. This is still a young and beautiful age in later generations, but in the Tang Dynasty, people are almost old and yellow. After all, in the Tang Dynasty, the average life expectancy of people was only 30 or 40 years old, and the twenties were already half a lifetime.

With her somewhat blessed waist, she said loudly: "Please Xiuxiu girl!" As soon as the voice fell, a woman surrounded by four young maids suddenly appeared in the small attic above. The woman was tall and fair-skinned, as if she had been put on some powder, and she seemed a bit pretty from a distance.

This Xiuxiu girl may be Zuichunlou's very popular top card. As soon as she appeared, the so-called talents below clapped and cheered, and the hall became very lively for a while. In a daze, Li Xin even felt as if he had returned to a place like a bar for later generations, with an unconscious smile on his face.

"It seems that this Xiuxiu girl is in line with His Royal Highness Chu Wang's heart. His Royal Highness smiled very happily when she saw her." Chen Youlan's voice came from the ear, "Does Your Highness think she is very good-looking?"

Li Xin laughed and deliberately said: "To be honest, I think she looks average, but.........should be much better than your sister!"

When Chen Youlan heard the words, his expression was stunned, and the cup in his hand was immediately white, even his nails turned white. She must be very careful to control herself not to pour this cup of tea on Li Xin's face.

Xiaoling looked weird on the side, quietly glanced at the Xiuxiu girl in the attic, and muttered to herself: "How can this woman be compared to the young lady? The young lady is the best-looking, um, the best-looking. ."

Qin Huaiyu shook his head helplessly, and made up his mind not to get involved in the grievances between Li Xin and Chen Zijin.

In the middle of the lobby, Aunt Hu continued: "Today's rules are very simple. Miss Xiuxiu will throw hydrangea in the attic for a while. The son who receives the hydrangea will make a Qixi poem. If she can't make it, she will be fined three drinks. Cup. Then, give the hydrangea to a friend who is close to him, and let him compose a poem. If this friend can’t make it, he will also be fined three glasses of alcohol, and then give the hydrangea to others around him. Someone has made a complete poem so far.

Xiuxiu girl throws hydrangea ten times in total. The rules are the same every time. In the end, all the scholars present will select the best one of the ten poems, which is the leader of the evening. Not only can they get 50 bonus points, they can also spend a good night with the show girls! "

As soon as the words "Spend a Good Night" came out, the birds and beasts present, oh no, the literati broke out again with cheers that men could understand in seconds.

Li Xin couldn't help being speechless, secretly saying that the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty turned out to be open. However, when Qin Huaiyu said later, he realized that this so-called good night together was not what he imagined. It was just being alone with the girl Xiuxiu, drinking wine, and playing small games such as Go. It's just dawn.

Qin Huaiyu saw Li Xin wanting to be crooked, and scolded with a smile: "Girl Xiuxiu has always been a sluggish person who sells her business and doesn't sell herself. There is no such nasty thing as you think."

Li Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you look so familiar? I'm afraid this Drunken Spring Tower has come a lot, right?"

Qin Huaiyu nodded and did not shy away. For the majority of Datang men, strolling around Zuichunlou, a half brothel and half restaurant, is not a shame that you can't see people.

Soon, the Xiuxiu girl in the attic was already throwing her first hydrangea.

A few pieces of silk were sewn on the bamboo sphere as decoration, and it flew in mid-air. It looked a bit like a giant butterfly, which was very beautiful.

The scholars below are fighting for me, squeezing around in the seats, no one is willing to show weakness, everyone wants to make a compelling good poem, and then spend a good night with the Xiuxiu girl, if the Xiuxiu girl can If you are convinced by your own great charm and recommend your own pillow, it will be even more perfect!

Well, since ancient times, scholars have been the group of people who love and want to fart the most. This may explain why glamorous female ghosts always fall in love with the strange theorem of scholars-after all, this story is written by the scholar himself, whoever he wants the female ghosts to love, the female ghosts must love whom.

Li Xin knew the psychology of these male animals, took a sip of tea in silence, and shook his head slightly.

Next to him, Chen Youlan glanced at him and asked, "If neither of us received the hydrangea today, what should we do?" The seat they were in seemed to be in a bad position and it was not easy to get the hydrangea.

Li Xin calmly took out two silver pancakes from the pocket on his waist, and said, "Give me the money, can I just buy the hydrangea in someone else's hand?"

Chen Youlan was stunned, and immediately rolled his eyes and said: "vulgar." Indeed, writing poetry and throwing hydrangea is an elegant game in itself, and using money to break the rules is a bit too ridiculous.

However, no one can deny: this is very effective.

Li Xin spread his hands and said with his eyes: "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

The first hydrangea fell in the hands of an old scholar who seemed to be in his forties and nearly fifty. Li Xin looked at the man's gray hair and couldn't help but slander: "You are so old, I'm afraid that it's a bit hard to walk, and you come to join in the fun. It's really old and not old..."

The old Confucian cleared his throat, grabbed the pen and paper that the maid of Zuichunlou respectfully handed over, and read his poem in a cadence while writing.

Li Xin listened carefully for the purpose of knowing the level of his opponent--heh, what is it. Obscure, incomprehensible and empty, it can be said to be a rotten poem. It is really not much better than the later Emperor Qianlong who made "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces".

After the old scholar finished writing, he seemed to be quite satisfied with his own affairs, and drank a large glass of wine happily, his appearance and movements were very chic. The scholars in the room didn't know whether they thought of coaxing or really thought the poem was good. They clapped and urged the Xiuxiu girl in the attic to throw a second hydrangea.

The maid hung the poem written by the old scholar on a wall in the center of the lobby so that everyone could see it clearly. When Xiuxiu saw this in the attic, she raised the second hydrangea and threw it down.

The scholars rushed up again. In the chaos, I don't know who took the hydrangea, and it flew over and fell into Chen Youlan's arms. Seeing this scene, the maid, who had prepared a pen and paper on the side, ran over quickly and stood by, waiting for Chen Youlan's choice to see if he wanted to drink or write a poem.

Chen Youlan smiled slightly, glanced at Li Xin, and said, "It seems that I am lucky. Then I will be welcome." After she said, she stretched out her hand and took the pen and paper from the maid, flattened it on the table, and started to do it. Wrote it.

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