Sikong Lingtian found Ya Po and said his request, Ya Po took him to see a few houses, the last house made him the most satisfied, the house is in the east of the city, that is a famous aristocratic district, Sikong Lingtian is optimistic about here, it is entirely because there is an adjacent two families for sale together, Sikong Lingtian bought the two houses together with a large amount of money, and planned to open up the high wall in the middle and merge them into one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sikong Lingtian's handwriting shocked Ya Po, because in the aristocratic area, a house is sky-high, and this handsome and unparalleled man actually bought two places at once, what is the identity of this person. Sikong Lingtian was very efficient, and quickly completed the formalities, he walked around the two houses, and finally planned to find Shang Yan.

"You're using me like a carpenter!" Shang Yan is dissatisfied, now that all the work related to wood is looking for him, he has to forget that he is a high-level puppeteer!

Sikong Lingtian glanced at him expressionlessly, "I'm afraid that others will do it, Jing Xuan is uncomfortable!" ”

"Find someone to transport the timber to the middle of the yard!" Shang Yan happily agreed.

Sikong Lingtian got what he wanted, but he couldn't be silent for a moment, "You ...... Jing Xuan"

Shang Yan stretched out his hand to stop Sikong Lingtian's words, "Don't worry, I am as self-aware as you, compared to being her man, I think it is better to be her partner." "Every time I think of Gong Weiting's aggrieved appearance, Shang Yan wants to recite the scriptures for him, for example, this time Wen Jingxuan wants to establish a female empire, Gong Weiting has changed from a genuine boyfriend to one of the husbands, do you think he dares to object? He didn't even dare to let out a fart, why is that?

Wen Jingxuan, a woman, has a cold and passive attitude towards her man, and it is only Gong Weiting's masochist who has no complaints and refuses to give up trying to warm that cold heart. In comparison, it is better to be her partner and teammate, but to get a little bit of her attention. Gong Weiting is right, if you are in love with the gods, Wen Jingxuan can solve them by herself.

Sikong Lingtian patted him on the shoulder, "You're a smart person!" ”

Shang Yan is not a fool, he does everything himself, when will he be able to live in a new home, he asked Sikong Lingtian to find all the carpenters in the city, draw the drawings, and let them do it, not only that, but he also ordered someone to dig a deep pit in the ground in order to lay the foundation.

Except for Wen Jingxuan, everyone else moved in, and everyone chose a corner to study their own tasks.

Yun Yue came here in a hurry, looking at the coolies digging the pit in full swing, "You got all the labor here, Jinyang is now in a mess because of the lack of porters." ”

"Whatever, I pay a lot of wages, let's rush the deadline, and we can return to the previous one in a few days." Shang Yan hurriedly walked over, still holding a bunch of drawings in his hand. "It's too inconvenient to have no mana!" This was done in the past, with a wave of the wide sleeves.

Yun Yue played with the wet powder in his hand, "The feeling of being hands-on is also very interesting." ”

Shang Yan thought for a while, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "This is called returning to the basics, I always feel that my mood has grown rapidly recently, and many puppet techniques that I didn't understand before are now more and more clearly understood." ”

"Triassic array...... "Yun Yue muttered to himself, "it's very interesting." ”

Just when everyone was busy with their work, Wen Jingxuan found the god-killing emperor, "You write well, write me a few invitations...... Ah, there is also a plaque, just write the three words Hanyuelou. ”

The God-Killing Emperor looked at the things in Wen Jingxuan's hand, which were five flat stone slabs, he reached out and took them and flipped through them back and forth, "Use this to write an invitation?" ”

"Yes, yes!" Wen Jingxuan nodded again and again, "It's very special." ”

"It would be better if you used white jade." The God-Killing Emperor suggested.

Wen Jingxuan was a little embarrassed, "Although the white jade is good, it needs money, or this is better, there is no cost!" "I still want to save money and pretend to be B, Wen Jingxuan is no one, but I have to say that Wen Jingxuan's approach is really ingenious." You draw a stick figure on it, preferably looking plausible and ethereal. ”

The god-killing emperor raised his pen and thought about it, a few simple lines outlined the back of a monk, and sketched again, and a distant view of the mountains gradually appeared on the stone slab, "What do you want to write?" ”

"Tea tasting and Taoism, Shangxuan, Hanyue Building." Wen Jingxuan said in a coquettish voice.

The hand holding the pen of the God Killer Emperor paused in the air, "Isn't there a poetry meeting?" ”

Wen Jingxuan rolled her eyes: "I don't know how to compose poetry!" ”

A smile flashed in the eyes of the God Killer Emperor, "Then you drink tea and talk about it, will they come?" ”

"If it were a real learned, they would come." Wen Jingxuan said confidently. Since this is the path from the cultivation realm to the holy realm, it is impossible that there is no record of the cultivation of the truth, as long as there is a record, they will definitely know, how can people who think they have insight resist the temptation of cultivating immortals?

That night, the five most famous scholars in Jinyang City saw a brocade box that appeared out of thin air in their own study, and when they opened it, they were all shocked. Is this who is teasing them? On the Tao? Is that the way they think? But where is this Hanyue Tower?

A middle-aged man stroked the slate, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and when he touched it carefully again, he found that every stroke on the slate was carved onto the slate. But the natural smoothness of calligraphy and painting is not like it, is it through the stone slab when writing? The middle-aged man was shocked, and when he looked at the painting seriously, he saw the meaning of tranquility and far-reaching. This......

There is still half a moon before the night of Shangxuan, and I don't know if there is enough time, the middle-aged man hurriedly took out a carrier pigeon and wrote and drew on the paper, tied it to the pigeon's leg and released it.

The half-moon period is enough for Gong Weiting and the others to finish what they should do. During this period, Wen Jingxuan lived in Baihualou, teaching those girls makeup, matching clothes, and chatting with them every day, while broadening their horizons and developing their respective characteristics. Wen Jingxuan quietly watched them change a little bit every day, and the look in her eyes gradually showed a different look.

The girls of Baihualou are gradually no longer humble, no longer rely on men from the bottom of their hearts to live, even if they have to serve tea and pour water in the future, there is no servile face in their eyes. They are beautiful, and they are getting more and more beautiful, and beauty is not in appearance, but in style. But their beauty is to please themselves, and it is no longer to please men.

"Sister Jingxuan drinks tea!" The girl who had previously fetched water and washed her hands handed a cup of tea.

Wen Jingxuan looked at this lively and spiritual girl, touched her head gently, and then took the tea cup and smelled it, "Bailing's tea is getting better and better." ”

"It's all taught by Sister Jingxuan." Bai Lingxiao's eyes were bent into crescent moons.

"If you can brew such an inferior tea with such a taste, you can become a teacher." Wen Jingxuan took a sip and said with satisfaction, "There is no money in the building now, and when you make money, I will let you try more expensive tea." ”

"No, no, Sister Jingxuan said that this tea is the same as a woman, no matter whether it is good or bad, it depends on whether the tea drinker can taste its beauty." Bai Ling said with a smile.

Wen Jingxuan slowly put down the teacup and smiled slightly, "You hold me in front of you, and I will serve you the fragrance of tea." Wen Jingxuan's words made everyone silent, "I hope each of you can find a man who can really hold you in front of you." ”

"Didn't Jing Xuan say that you respect women? So why do you say that? Mother Hua asked softly, but not demonic.

"After all, you are different from us, and it will be easier to find a good person." Wen Jingxuan said lightly, not feeling that she had said something wrong.

"If we get married, we won't have any other way to live?" Qinghe looked at Wen Jingxuan seriously, and seemed to be very obsessed with this answer.

Wen Jingxuan smiled slightly, "Yes." She picked up the teacup again, "I don't marry in this life, I support myself, I'm happy, I see who is pleasing to the eye, I will have a spring breeze with him, I'm not happy, let him have the power to dominate the world, and I don't want to touch you." It's okay to marry you if you want to, the Ming media is not allowed to marry a concubine, from now on, there can only be one of you in your eyes, if you dare to secretly communicate with other women...... "Wen Jingxuan squinted slightly" The man chopped up and fed the dog, women...... It depends. ”

Many girls were stupefied by Wen Jingxuan's words, "It's still ...... Can it still be like this? Although his mouth was questioning, his heart was turbulent, as if some terrible beast was about to escape from his cage.

"Why not?" Wen Jingxuan raised her eyebrows, "As long as you don't give up on yourself, if you don't have a man, you can change it, anyway, there are many men in this world." ”

"Is it really possible...... Mother Hua's eyes were slightly red, and gradually moistened.

"You treat me sincerely, I promise you alone. You have been cruel to me, and I have abandoned you as if you were a shoe. A woman can be affectionate, but don't be burdened by affection. Wen Jingxuan's voice was very soft, but it smashed into everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"Good, good!" Mother Hua shouted "Come! Today I have a treat, we don't get drunk and don't go home! ”

The girls laughed, "Then thank you, Mom!" ”

Wen Jingxuan and the girls with different styles pushed the cups and changed the lamps, and for a while, the entire Baihualou was filled with fragrant laughter. The God-Killing Emperor looked at Wen Jingxuan in the dark, as if there was no one in the whole world except her.

There were suddenly more people in Jinyang City, and they inquired about Hanyue Tower everywhere, but even the natives of Jinyang City had never heard of such a place, and for a while, the name of Hanyue Tower became a topic of conversation after dinner. Until the day before the moon was Shangxuan, the plaque of Baihualou, which had been closed for more than half a month, was taken down, and the sign with the words "Hanyue Building" written by Long Fei Fengwu was hung up.

This can't help but make the people of Jinyang think of the few fairy-like people who have recently entered and exited the city, as if the woman entered the Baihualou, and the Baihualou was closed, what is the connection between this? After hanging the plaque, Wen Jingxuan stood on the former Baihua Building, and now looked at the second floor of the Hanyue Building, worrying in her heart, not knowing how many people could come.

On the night of Shangxuan, there were many people standing outside Hanyue Building, there were many local nobles in the crowd, they were all waiting quietly, suddenly, with a creak, the door of Hanyue Building opened, headed by Qinghe, five people came out together, standing on both sides of the gate, Qinghe's cold eyes swept over everyone lightly, and finally stretched out his hand, "Distinguished guest, please show the invitation." ”

Invitations, there should be invitations for such a big battle, but why haven't they seen it? Several nobles looked at each other, and their faces were not very good.

"Please give way!" Suddenly, there was a voice from the crowd, and the crowd slowly dispersed. Horse-drawn carriage after carriage came. The first carriage stopped at Hanyue Tower, and from above came down a gray-faced old man, the old man looked up at the plaque of Hanyue Tower, and was shocked, and his eyes were almost red with excitement.

Qinghe stretched out his hand to stop the old man, "Invitation." ”

"Bold! How do you talk to Jiang Lao! The old man's entourage scolded.

Qinghe glanced at his entourage coldly, "We only recognize invitations here, not people, and walk away without invitations!" ”

"You...... What a big show, a woman in a green building dared to talk to my Jiang family like this. The entourage scolded, and that invincible appearance made Qinghe want to kick him in the face.

The nobles in the crowd were surprised, could it be the legendary hermit Jiang family?

"Don't be rude!" Jiang Lao stopped his entourage and arched his hand at Qinghe, "The old man has an invitation." As he spoke, he gave the entourage a look, and the entourage took down a brocade box on the carriage with a cold face, and the brocade box opened, Qinghe reached out and took out the slate, looked at it carefully, and then put the slate back.

"Put away the invitations, and then Hanyuelou still only recognizes invitations and doesn't recognize people." Qinghe said coldly, let the open Jiang Lao in.

That slate is an invitation? Everyone was amazed that someone would use stones as invitations!

There are only five invitations, and only two people can be brought in each. It's not that no one wants to break in, but they are frightened by the dagger that appears out of thin air, and can only watch the door close again.

Wen Jingxuan looked at the five people who entered the door, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, she didn't get up, and sat firmly on the chair in the middle of the hall. "It doesn't look like I've invited a few." She thought that there would be invitations that would change hands, but she never expected that all invitations would change hands.

"Didn't the girl say that she only recognizes invitations and not people?" Jiang Lao smiled and said in a deep voice.

Wen Jingxuan smiled slightly, "I was just going to talk to someone, but I didn't expect to make such a big move." ”

"The girl laughed, and it was impossible to talk casually with this word and painting." A young-looking man said with a smile.

Wen Jingxuan heard his words, thought about the invitation written by the God Killer Emperor, and knew in her heart, the strong Taoist meaning in it could already be seen by these ordinary people. "In that case, please be seated."

Everyone sat down one by one, "I don't know the girl's surname?" Jiang Lao asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter what your last name is, what you call it, what matters is what I can bring to you." Wen Jingxuan said unhurriedly, Bai Ling served tea to everyone one by one, but Mother Hua came out with a scroll and hung it in the main hall.

Wen Jingxuan stepped forward and slowly unfolded the scroll. "Whether you can see anything or not depends on your wisdom." The painting is a picture of the falling rain drawn by the god-killing emperor, Wen Jingxuan is right, showing a little bit casually is enough for these people to benefit a lot, so the god-killing emperor is not serious about painting.

As soon as the picture scroll came out, everyone was silent, and everyone was immersed in this picture of falling rain. (To be continued.) )