If Chen Donglai knew that he would go to a green building and meet his father, he would probably want to die.

It's just that for the time being, they haven't met yet, so he's happy.

The joy of visiting the Qinglou was unimaginable before coming to the Peach Blossom Spring.

After the forgetful hut, a towering Fan Lou appeared in front of the three of them, Fan Lou is located on a river bank, and the bank is the peach blossom forest arch guard.

Looking up at the sky, the sky is clear, the starlight is dotted, the hustle and bustle of the ten-mile river slope is completely isolated, only where the Fan Tower is, there is the sound of laughter and play.

In the Fan Building, the women in the Qinglou are sexy and charming, and all kinds of gentlemen are soft and fragrant and warm......

Looking back, they were already in a peach blossom forest, surrounded by peach blossoms.

The front Fan Tower and the Peach Blossom Spring, there is a hanging bridge to connect, straight to the gate of the Peach Blossom Spring.

The night was long, I had no intention of sleeping, I got on the bridge, came to the door, and asked for a tea money, five taels per person.

Chen Donglai looked like a dog, there was no money, Su Wen was a poor scholar, and in the end, he should have given Wen Zhuoran fifteen taels, everything was smooth and just right.

Chen Donglai strode forward, triumphant, Su Wen muttered in his heart, is this product because he has no money, so he is looking for himself, and because he knows that Wen Zhuoran is rich, he pulled him in?

This kind of sassy operation can't be thought about, as soon as he thinks of the trick, Chen Donglai will tell him that it is really fragrant to go to the Qinglou and prostitute for nothing.

Stepping in, it seems to have strayed into the glitz, full of red and pink Zhu Lou, spring, wind and dust, and the fragrance of books, it is really unique.

Entering it, the sound of silk and bamboo surrounds, no stunning beauty is seen, only to see the maid serving tea and water and serving the uncle, afraid of being a beautiful woman, the turtle greets each other.

When you enter, there is a huge hall, and you find that there are not many people, and they come very early.

There are one hundred and eight signs on the green building in front of it.

In other words, there are probably one hundred and eight rooms in this Fan Tower, which is the famous one, one hundred and eight caves.

There is another point in the joy of visiting the Qinglou, that is, there are several processes, even if you see the young lady at the end, you may not be able to kiss Fangze and hit the base.

The one hundred and eight people who came in may not be able to get what they want in the end, and some can only return disappointed, that is, they are only eight buckets high, holding a lot of silver tickets, with a good demeanor, and spending a lot of money.

Came in the door to reward the turtle maid, sat down in the hall, drank two sips of wine, drank some horse urine and blew it, and finally the girls couldn't look down on it, so in the end it was to brush the circle of friends to make a card, goodbye.

This kind of uncertainty makes Qinglou more attractive, the more you can't get it, the more you want to get it, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is not as good as nothing, fighting with a woman is endless.

"Uncle has spent money, what about Miss?"

As soon as Chen Donglai came in, he wanted to shout, but he saw that the surrounding animals were all sitting on the table in the hall with happy faces.

The strong men standing on the side knew that the high-end club should be elegant, not too vulgar, and keep their mouths shut, so as not to be thrown out.

After sitting down, the "flag tower poem" began, and the tea money just paid was the money given to obtain the qualification for the flag tower poem.

One hundred and eight pieces are listed in front, and the top one is the flower parting, and the flower girl is also.

The so-called flag tower race poem is to sit in the hall and compete for the qualification to see the corresponding brand girl.

Choose two or three people, you can meet the girl, have a tea circle activity, and sit with the girl to talk about the world.

Of course, the talented man chooses the talented girl, and the lady also chooses the guest, and she takes a fancy to the girl, and the poem of the flag tower is a good opportunity to perform, and the carefully prepared poems and songs are thrown over.

If the girl with the corresponding brand is touched by the talent of the guest, you can finally see the true face of the girl.

I met with the girl, took the last scattered silver in my pocket and ordered two glasses of wine, that is, playing tea around, sitting opposite the girl, singing, filling in the lyrics, playing chess, sometimes chanting a poem, sometimes stroking a song.

In the end, whether you can communicate in simple terms and become the girl's soul mate depends on your talent.

"Little brother, it's time for you to behave. ”

When Chen Dong came to this table, he sat the three of them, and said with a smile at Su Wen.

"Hey, if Sister Qiao'er is here, then she is a poet, and it is estimated that one or two girls will be favored. ”

Su Wen has some regrets, he reads quite well, his talent is also agile, and he is good at poetry and songs, and he is not very prominent.

When he thought of Chen Qiaoer's poems, he was ashamed.

"Sister Qiao'er?"

Wen Zhuoran's eyes were bright, he looked at Su Wen, and he was particularly concerned about the four words of Qiao'er's sister.

It is said that Chen Donglai has never been afraid of such a thing as copying poems, three lives and three generations for five thousand years, and poetry and songs can be used as soon as they are used, and they are not used in vain.

It's just that the time hasn't come yet, let the little brother warm up first, pave the way, and then he can pretend to be forced later, uh, behave well.

The fingers were lightly restrained, and the interweaving of luck made Chen Dong handy, wisps by wisp, the breath in the peach blossom source was extraordinarily attractive, and he didn't take it away, turned into a little light, and disappeared without a trace.

After Su Wen next to him regretted it, he said to Wen Zhuoran, "Yes, Sister Qiao'er, she is a talented girl, and she has a reputation in Sanjiang as a small family of Jasper. ”

"Ah, that's amazing, what kind of poetry did you make?"

Wen Zhuoran covered his mouth, revealing a curious look, Su Wen smiled, "You have to listen well...... There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear......"

"Beautiful, this poem is so beautiful. ”

Wen Zhuoran's eyes were all little stars, his eyes were like water, and he looked at Su Wen with longing.

"Haha. When I have time, I will introduce her to you, a talented and beautiful woman, what a perfect match. ”

Su Wen quipped, Wen Zhuoran's face turned pale, and he let out a cold snort.

"Ouch, brother, Sister Qiao'er recently wrote another poem, do you want to hear it?"

Chen Donglai interjected, pouted in front of them, and spoke.

"Ah, when did it happen?"

Su Wen was interested, and Wen Zhuoran also looked at Chen Donglai seriously and expectantly.

"During the day, it will be on the island in the middle of the West Lake. ”

Chen Donglai laughed, "Listen up, the bright moonlight in front of the bed...... Silver Gun. ”

"Hooligans!"

"Phew!"

Su Wen and Wen Zhuoran, the two chicks, their faces were flushed, and there was no way to take Chen Donglai, a skinless and faceless guy.

"Hahaha, should the situation, should this situation be the scene?

Chen Donglai had some treats on the two of them, and Qinglou came, and he pretended to be reserved.

"Sister Qiao'er, you must not do this, compose, compose poetry. ”

Headed by all evils and lewdness, Su Wen did not say the word obscene poetry.

"Of course, I dare to promise, Sister Qiao'er, how can she make such a poem. ”

Chen Donglai laughed, and glanced at Wen Zhuoran meaningfully, the other party's skin was ruddy and white, and his face was like a peach blossom, the more he looked at it, the better he looked, "What Sister Qiao'er said is that the bed ...... Village. ”

"Good, good poetry, good poetry!"

"It's so good, worthy of the name of a talented woman. ”

The two of them immediately went to the end of the world with a good poem, holding stinky feet and blowing blindly, and praised them again and again.

"Is it a good poem, a poem or not, look at those brands? ”

Chen Donglai squinted, looked at the top one of the one hundred and eight signs, and shouted in his heart: "Flower girl wait for me." ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar back, walking between the corridors, and disappeared in a flash.