Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

The famous girl in this flower building is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also has a lot of talents.

Famous people, such as Li Shishi, are soft and charming, with a variety of styles.Poetry and prose are excellent in singing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are excellent, even the famous Song Huizong, also "It's better to stop, it's just that few people go."

Although the people in this building are not comparable to the famous masters, they are much smarter than ordinary scholars.

To be favored by these girls, to be invited to dinners or to discuss poetry and so on, is a very impressive thing.

If he can go one step further and get that person, and the two of them have an in-depth exchange, it will prove his ability even more, and it will greatly satisfy these readers of sages and sages.

This family flower is not as fragrant as wild flowers, let alone this kind of wild flowers that are sought after by thousands of people. Even Cao Mengde said: "A wife is worse than a concubine, a concubine is worse than stealing, and stealing is worse than not being able to steal."

Hehe, the more unattainable and unattainable this is, the more precious it is, and the more it can arouse the sense of conquest in the man's heart.

Just like brother Meng De, Tongquechun locked Er Qiao deeply. . .

Jing Zhou stood alone, too conspicuous to be alone, so he walked over and said with a smile: "Brothers, I'm new here, so I don't know much about Miss Lingyu, so I would like to trouble you to explain it to me."

One of the greatest joys of men is discussing women, especially beautiful women.

Everyone here is not the suitor of Miss Lingyu, seeing Jingzhou Xiaobai, it seems that it is the first time to come, and they are all interested.

"This little brother doesn't know, this Miss Lingyu is a first-class person, who among us came here not to have a look at Miss Lingyu?"

"Haha, brother Zhang's words are extremely serious. I'm not afraid of your jokes. In order to meet Miss Lingyu today, I specially spent money to buy a few poems. I will definitely make Miss Lingyu's eyes shine tonight."

After the man in Tsing Yi finished speaking, he ignored everyone's similar gazes and began to fantasize about seeing Miss Lingyu by himself.

At this time, an old man with a gray beard who was about fifty years old shook his head and said: "You young people are full of vitality, but you just can't hold your breath."

"You, old master Zhang, can hold your breath. For decades, I have never heard that you have embraced a beautiful woman. Besides, have you always brought pills today..."

"Hahaha...."

In this place of fireworks, there are not a few elderly people, and a branch of pear blossom pressing a crabapple is a rare story.

In which circle are people looking for flowers and willows the most?

A literati, or a literati with a high standard!

"Wen can write love poems, Wu Neng hehehe" is the true portrayal of these scholars in the building.

In this era, being passionate about scholars is not considered scum, on the contrary, it is a kind of elegant thing and is extremely sought after.

In this vast history, if you count those literati and poets, which one is not a love debt?

Old Master Su, who doesn't know his name?

Old Master Su not only reunited immediately after his wife died, but the new reincarnation was also the deceased wife's cousin.

In the circle of literati, hey hey hey is considered a skill, hey hey, hey fast, hey is so caught off guard, the next day after keeping your name, your name will spread all over the streets and alleys, and you will be sought after by your fellows.

"Everyone be quiet, Miss Bi'er has come down."

Just as everyone was talking, a little girl came down from the second floor.

She was wearing a green dress with small orchid flowers, a red face, a pair of big watery eyes, and a hairpin behind her with long hair, she looked extremely beautiful, like a little adult.

On the ankles of the girl in green, there are two bells that are slightly smaller than longan, and the bells jingle when she walks.

She walked to the stage and said, "Gentlemen, Mrs. Gouyu asked everyone to prepare a little bit. Miss Lingyan has already washed up."

Many people downstairs knew that this was the little girl who used to deliver the news for the top card, so when they saw her talking, they became quiet, which was very different from the noise of the bustling city before.

She was not very big, but her words clearly reached everyone's ears in this quiet environment.

Seeing that she had finished delivering the message, everyone bounced back to the second floor, leaving behind a crisp "jingle" sound, and at this moment, the first floor became lively again.

Even though there are occasional half of the quacks drinking in the corner, it doesn't affect the lively scene.

Generally speaking, people in the Jianghu seldom come to such an elegant place.

Most of the people in the arena don't know a few big characters. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to come to this place where literati and refined scholars gather?

Although they are majestic in the arena, they are nothing but clowns in the hands of the real people in power, and they can be destroyed easily.

No matter how powerful a man is, he is no match for a country.

There are not a few dignitaries in Hualou!

If people in the rivers and lakes need it, they will go to the women's branch hospital more often.

After all, there is more direct, one out of silver, one's background, pure transaction.

It just so happened that in the corner to the south, the one who just bowed his head and drank was Linghu Chong, the great disciple of Mount Hua.

He didn't come here to seek flowers and willows, but pure unrequited love for the good wine in Yanbolou.

For him, there are three most important things in this life, Junior Junior Sister, practicing sword and drinking.

The fine wine here makes him want to linger, but he doesn't have enough money to drink it often.

After a while, Mrs. Gouyu, the owner of Yanbo Tower, came out.

She is not very old, she looks around thirty, wearing eight treasures jadeite hairpins, and a fiery red peony intarsia skirt, which cannot cover her uneven figure, and the bright lights outline her delicate face.

The alluring eyes and the waist like a water snake made Xiaoyue hot for many people downstairs.

It's a pity that there are no monks here, otherwise Jing Zhou really wanted to ask: "Quietly ask the holy monk, is my daughter beautiful, daughter, is she beautiful..."

"Looking at it now, the monk riding the white horse is really a virtuous and eminent monk. His heart is as clear as ice, and the sky is not shocked!"

One hundred and eight thousand miles, ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, calculated carefully, Tang Seng also passed one difficulty, and the remaining eighty difficulties belonged to the elder brother. . . .

"How many heroes have been stumped by this daughter's love test!"

"It's the overlord who is as powerful as the mountains and the world, isn't it Yuji Yuji Nairuo?"

"On the contrary, it's Liu Sanlai, and Liu Da'er, who "women are like clothes", is in trouble. Hehe, in this world, it's king to draw a sword and cut the thread of love, and to have no women in your heart!"

Jing Zhou sighed slightly in his heart, and then thought of Ximen Chuixue and Dugu Qiubai. . . . . .

Mrs. Gouyu was full of charm, her red lips parted slightly, and she said: "Today, let's do whatever we want, and don't do those frivolous things. Anyone who can get the spiritual rain to please his heart can go to the Luhua Pavilion upstairs."

She spoke casually, but many people downstairs frowned.This random poetry is not really random writing. Although there is no framework, it must be written according to the situation.

Otherwise, if you really write it casually, it will only increase the joke if you take it out.

If the Mid-Autumn Festival and Lantern Festival were approaching, everyone could still write about things like admiring the moon and going to the Lantern Festival, but there is no festival after today, and nothing happened before, so it is really difficult to write.

If it is said that Lingyan girl is both talented and beautiful, it is not impossible, but this kind of poems have been written many times, and now they are writing again, how can they write something new.

At the moment, several people scratched their heads anxiously.

Although this poem is not difficult, how many people can compose a poem in seven steps like Cao Zijian?

The previous brother Wang was also sweating anxiously. He had prepared a lot for tonight, but none of them could be used now.

According to the past situation, what he prepared can be used more or less, but who would have thought that today the rules of the past would be broken.

This. . .What can I do?

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