Jin Jiao Ge!

A charming woman, playing the piano, playing a touching tune. √，.2※3wx.

Merry boys, literati and scholars, listening to it as if intoxicated, like a dream, for the enchanting and moving graceful figure of the woman who hides her face in the tulle, it is already a fantasy, consciously strolling in the sea of flowers, and enjoying the flowers and the moon with the beauties in spring and autumn.

After a song, Master Li lightly opened his lips: "Ladies and gentlemen, the master is still a question today, if that son can win, the master is willing to accompany the son to enjoy the moonlight!" ”

"Teacher, girl, let's get the question out quickly." The literati and scholars, the merry boys, can't wait.

Since this teacher girl came to Jin Jiao Pavilion from Bianjing, it has been half a year, and only once every seven questions, only the literati who can pass the approval of the teacher and the girl can spend time with this beautiful and charming, beautiful and artistic, and famous Beijing teacher, and see her stunning face.

"Brother Zhong, I heard that this Master Li is famous in Bianjing, and he is unique in color and art, when we answer the question in a while, should we participate?" Ah Zi asked, standing beside Zhongli.

At this time, there was no table in Jin Jiaoge, because today was the day when Master Li came up with the question.

"This Master Li is really from Bianjing! But Bianjing's famous prostitute Li Shishi? Zhongli asked in surprise.

Ah Zi was puzzled, and remembered that the fairy brother in front of him was not a mortal, and he knew everything about this world, so it was reasonable to know Master Li.

"Yes, this is the famous prostitute Li Shishi! But Brother Zhong, other people's teachers and girls are selling their art and not their bodies, so don't think crookedly. Ah Zi snickered.

Zhongli said angrily: "Ah Zi, what are you thinking in your head, is this Heavenly Master that kind of person?"

Ah Zi still smiled meaningfully, and did not respond to the words of the depressed fairy brother.

At this time, Master Li's voice came again.

"Little girl today. I also ask you sons to write a poem. If it is the poem of that son, it can impress the teacher, and the teacher is willing to spend ** with that son! "Master Li's voice is like a charming, touching heartstrings, and a lot of merry men are listening. The literati were intoxicated.

"It turned out to be a poem! I am Liu Xisheng, a talented son in Luoyang, and I first wrote a poem, and I also asked the teacher and the girl to advise. ”

"Beauty is like jade with a smile, step by step to move the spring willow waist, the spring breeze blows over the jade shoulder, and the green silk is like a moist Chinese year."

Next, Liu Xisheng, who claims to be a genius in Luoyang, has already completed a poem.

"What a poem. Brother Xisheng is really a talented man in Luoyang, admire, admire! ”

"What a bad poem, dare to say that it is a good poem! The poems made by my son-in-law are called a must. A family member said.

On the table next to the family, there was a handsome young man.

In Zhongli's eyes, this young boy and brother were born with a treacherous face.

"Hahaha. It turned out to be Li Langzi, who should I be! Li Langzi. You have the ability, and you can also write a poem, let everyone listen to it, is my Liu Xisheng's poem better, or your poem better? Liu Xisheng laughed wildly.

Li Langzi got up and opened the folding fan. Graceful poems.

"Okay, good poetry!" This time there was a lot of applause.

"Thank you for your love! Teacher, girl, how is my poem? Li Langzi shook the folding fan lightly, looking full of confidence.

The rest of the sons are literati. feels that it is not as good as Li Langzi's poems, and no one wants to stand up and write poems again.

Zhongli observed, the gauzy and faceless Master Li was still very satisfied with the poems of this Li prodigal son.

"Well, Li Gongzi's poems made the slave family very happy, I don't know if Li Gongzi is willing to ......" Master Li said lightly.

But she was only halfway through her words before she was interrupted.

This made his heart happy, and Li Langzi, who thought that he could spend ** with the famous teacher girl in Bianjing tonight, had a chill on his face.

"Is this also called good poetry? I think it's still a bad poem, and there is no special artistic conception in it. My eldest brother Zhong also wants to write a poem, so that the literati and scholars in Luoyang know what it means to be a talent! Ah Zi's voice suddenly came out.

Zhongli was stunned, he didn't expect Ah Zi to stand up and make trouble for him.

"Ah Zi, stop messing around!" Zhongli was sensing the wisp of demonic energy that suddenly appeared and disappeared inexplicably, but he didn't expect Ah Zi to suddenly say that he would write a poem.

At this moment, all the literati and scholars in the Jinjiao Pavilion, the merry boys, all looked at a young man wearing a Taoist robe, and next to the young man stood a stunning beauty in green clothes. And this stunning beauty is the woman who speaks big.

"Hmph, this girl, what are you doing with a woman and a Taoist priest coming to this Jinjiao Pavilion to make a scene! However, my son sees that you are as beautiful as a flower, beautiful and moving, not as good as this son to live with, be my concubine, glory and wealth, you can enjoy it. A young boy said.

The rest of the sons also laughed and invited Ah Zi one after another.

Someone has already put the target of the attack on Zhongli.

"I said you're a Taoist priest, what are you doing in Jinjiao Pavilion? Do you also want to see the stunning appearance of the teacher girl? Hmph, listen to that girl's meaning, you, a Taoist priest, will also write poems, it is better to write a poem, let us listen to it. What good poems can you, a Taoist priest, give? ”

"Yes, the little Taoist, a monk Taoist, doesn't have a good understanding of the breadth and profundity of the Taoism, and is intimate with a young woman's brother and sister, it really loses the identity of the Taoist, it seems that the world is declining. But if you can really give a new poem that satisfies the teacher and the girl, we also admire you, a Taoist priest, who is literary and qualified to consume the grace of the beauties. ”

"Hahaha!" The merry sons and scholars in the Jin Jiao Pavilion all laughed.

Ah Zi wanted to teach a lesson to the person who had spoken disrespectfully to her before, but she let Brother Zhong beside her hold his arm, and then stopped teaching a few people.

After listening to the words of these people, Zhongli was full of contempt for these so-called literati and scholars in ancient times.

A group of guys who like to spend time drinking and looking for women to have fun are also worthy of being called literati.

Master Li was also surprised in his heart, the young Taoist priest wearing a golden robe, gave people a very special feeling.

has short hair, like a monk, and a Taoist robe, which looks very nondescript.

For a moment, Master Li was surprised by this sudden appearance in her field of vision, wearing a Taoist robe. There was also a young Taoist priest standing beside him with a beautiful woman, and he was very curious.

"This Dao Chief, I don't know where the immortal residence is, how do you call the Dao name?" Master Li's voice is very melodious and pleasant, as intoxicating as the sound of heaven.

"This Heavenly Master, Zhongli. The four seas are home! Zhongli said calmly.

A pair of wonderful eyes flashed under the thin veil of Master Li, and this young Taoist priest actually did not have the slightest emotion when facing her.

You must know that her fame is not only famous in Bianjing, but also in this Central Plains, where literati and scholars all know.

Not a single one yet. After knowing that she is the world's most glamorous Master Li, he does not show a trace of emotion, and does not please her in every way.

"Chief Zhong Dao, listen to this girl, you also want to write a poem. I don't know if the slave family can have the fate to listen to a poem written by the Taoist! "Master Li's voice is gripping.

Zhongli was very surprised by the voice of Master Li's voice.

This woman is really not simple. The gesture and voice when speaking all touch people's hearts. It's like the ghost of the moon.

"Teacher, girl, I think this person is a charlatan! What good poems can he give? ”

"Yes, teacher, girl, I think Li Langzi's poems are good."

Li Langzi showed a smug look on his face, but hatred grew for the stinky Taoist priest and the woman in Tsing Yi who ruined his good deeds.

"I'm talking about you, a Taoist priest. I, Li Langzi, wrote poems for the teacher and the girl, and I also got the approval of the teacher and the girl, you actually came out to obstruct it, and now you don't write poems, what do you want? Is it playing tricks on the master and the girl and us literati? Li Langzi spoke sharply. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Yes, you Taoist priest, you are not good at being a Taoist priest, and now you are standing up and selling mysteries, what is your intention?"

These sons and brothers, literati and scholars, because Master Li showed curiosity about the young Taoist priest in front of him, they were all indignant in their hearts.

Some are afraid that the teacher and the girl will be deceived by the tricks that the young Taoist priest wants to capture, some are really unaccustomed to the young Taoist priest, and some are envious and hateful that the young Taoist priest is accompanied by a beautiful woman.

Zhongli didn't pay attention to these literati at all, and now he was willing to write a poem in his heart to meet the first prostitute in history, Master Li.

He had a feeling that this Master Li was by no means an ordinary woman.

"Teacher, girl, I will give you this poem!" Zhongli continued, and read softly: "Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of green silk is sorrowful, and the moon-shaped single looks at each other, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals!" ”

Just after Zhongli finished reciting this poem, all the literati and scholars in the Jinjiao Pavilion and the merry sons were all surprised.

Because this poem is so good.

Not only is it good, but the artistic conception is also very beautiful, which makes people full of infinite reverie and beautiful longing for love.

Master Li's shoulders trembled slightly, and in a pair of wonderful eyes, there was affection.

"The poems of the Taoist are the most heart-touching poems that the teacher has heard in his life. Dao Chief, if you don't mind, please follow the master to the Xuannu Pavilion of the Jinjiao Pavilion for a while. Master Li took a light step, left the position of playing and singing, and walked towards the Jinjiao attic platform under the service of the maid.

Zhongli moved, and then left with Master Li's steps.

Ah Zi followed behind him, looking at a group of literati and scholars, merry boys, with a look of shame.

This made a group of literati and scholars ashamed.

However, the poem given by the young Taoist priest before was really a good poem of love.

Jin Jiao Pavilion, at the top of the nine floors!

"Dao Chief, please be seated!" The brocade sleeve robe worn by Master Li gently stroked the jade stool, and asked Zhong to leave the seat.

Then, Master Li took off the tulle that covered his face, and in an instant, Zhongli attracted the attention of Master Li's beautiful face in front of him.

Master Li in front of her is worthy of being the first prostitute in history of glamorous celebrities through the ages, and her beauty is not much better than that of the beautiful fox in the world of painting skin.

This is a face that charms men all over the world, and you can't remove a single cent just by looking at it.

"Nine-story pavilion, nine heavens, nine heavens, nine heavens Xuannu came down to earth. Master girl, the top of this Golden Pavilion is really the Nine Heavens, and you, the Nine Heavens Mortal Daughter. Ah Zi exclaimed.

Ah Zi herself is also an excellent beauty, but her beauty, without the beauty of Master Li, is thrilling and fascinating. (To be continued......)