"I don't like to go to the Qinglou in general, but I just make an appointment with my comrades, and it's not good if I don't go, it doesn't seem to be social......" Jia Ping'an was telling Cui Jian about his gentleman character.

"Jia Lang!"

When I was about to reach the door of Wuxiang Building, I heard an enthusiastic and somewhat fatty shout, and then the meat ball pounced.

it!

Before Jia Ping'an could react, he was pounced on by the bustard.

"This is ......" Jia Ping'an smiled at Cui Jianqiang while struggling: "It's too much drinking, she's drinking too much." ”

Brother's character design!

"Jia Lang." The old bustard held him and said angrily, "How long have you not been here?" Do you know that Yaxiang has lost a lot of weight for you? A negative man with no conscience. ”

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Jia Ping'an broke away and tidied up his clothes.

"Masaka!"

The old bustard raised his head and shouted, which was really a sonic shock.

Cui Jian blinked, "...... are you?"

Jia Ping'an smiled bitterly: "They just want to make another poem." ”

"Talented!" Cui Jian smiled, but felt that Master Jia's little white face had the potential to eat soft rice.

Yaxiang hurriedly came down, and when she saw Jia Ping'an, her eyes turned red.

What does this mean?

Jia Ping'an felt that he and Yaxiang had a dewy relationship at all, and they had never even been close, why was this relationship so sincere?

Yaxiang sat down with him and served him diligently to drink tea and eat......

Others add fragrance to their red sleeves, but Lao Jia is red sleeves to add rice, which is also interesting.

After eating half full, Cui Jian was already entangled by Shao Peng and Tang Xu, and the two were pouring him wine.

"Jia Lang." Yaxiang smiled skillfully, "The winter solstice in the cloud tower said yesterday that you had a crush on her." ”

"Nonsense."

Speaking of nonsense, Jia Ping'an couldn't help but glance at Gonggong Shao.

Yaxiang sobbed and bowed her head slightly, which was really pitiful to me.

But Jia Ping'an was drinking tea peacefully.

"Jia Lang."

"Yes."

Jia Ping'an ate too much and made fun of her.

The women in the party are always greedy and have to look forward to Shu.

Jia Ping'an smiled and groaned, just waiting for Yaxiang to ask for poetry, and then directly refused.

But there must be a degree of pretending ratio, so many poems...... How do you finish this life? This made Jia Ping'an very melancholy.

"Jia Lang, the winter solstice is not finished." Yaxiang's cheeks were crimson, "Slave is, slave ...... Waiting for you. ”

Wipe!

Master Jia coughed shamefully, "It's only fifteen." ”

"Fifteen have got married." Yaxiang's body leaned over, "The slave doesn't dare to be demanding, just asking...... There is a place where a person thinks about himself from time to time. ”

You just said that you want to have a bed, don't you just get it?

Yaxiang bit her red lip and said in her ear: "The day before yesterday, someone came to look for slaves, and they spent a lot of money to ...... To ......"

What do you want?

Jia Ping'an frowned, Cui Jian's face was pale when he was poured over, and he raised a glass to him.

Hehe.

Xiao Cui, hold steady!

The man asked the slave...... Your situation. ”

Jia Ping'an only felt a chill on his back, and his hairs stood up.

"The slave said I don't know."

"That man is so fierce, the woman he brought with him has long nails ......"

Jia Ping'an's eyes were full of smiles, and he said, "So-and-so!" ”

Masaka didn't expect him to compose poems for himself again.

"Don't! Other! ”

Brother didn't touch you, don't you want anything else?

Jia Ping'an was speechless.

Yaxiang covered her face with her hands, "Slave...... The slave knew that Jia Lang was smart, and he didn't dare to say those things that coaxed people, but Jia Lang must have known the unbearable heart of the slave before, so the slave didn't dare to ask Jia Lang to write poetry again...... Ke Jia Lang ......"

She whimpered.

Ay!

Women, why are you so sensual and literate?

Yaxiang wiped a handful of tears, the old bustard had already come, and when she heard that Master Jia was willing to compose poems for Yaxiang, she shouted, "Go and bring my good wine." ”

"You don't have to drink it." Jia Ping'an was thinking about which poem would fit the occasion.

Yaka clapped her hands, "Fetch the flute." ”

Xiao was in his hand, Yaxiang blessed his body, and then said: "The slave family is in Gusu......"

Gusu is now called Suzhou, but the locals are still used to calling it Gusu.

"A few years ago, a monk built Hanshan Temple, and the slave had traveled outside the city with his family, and was dozing off, but heard the bell ringing......"

Yaxiang's face showed the color of memory, "The bell rings one hundred and eight, and the sound makes the slave unforgettable......"

What you can't go back to is your hometown, not that you can't go back, but after you go back, you don't know what you want to find in your hometown. So I walked around, looking around to discover and recall, and finally I was stunned to find that what I wanted to pursue was only those memories of my childhood, and I was reluctant to cherish those irretrievable times.

Ay!

Wen Qing! Sister paper.

Yaxiang looked up at Jia Ping'an, "Could Jia Lang have written a poem for the slave's hometown?" ”

"for a certain one."

Yaxiang was unmoved in the face of a huge amount of money and refused to betray Master Jia, which is worth encouraging.

The beauty is jade, and the flute is whimpering.

A man over there who had been drinking too much shouted, "Noise! ”

"What kind of poems?"

The man was right next to him, glaring angrily.

The companion scolded: "It's Jia Ping'an, shut up, don't make noise!" ”

"A certain ......"

Companion punches.

Bang!

The world is quiet.

The guy gave a thumbs up to his companion.

Cui Jian squinted, holding the wine glass in his hand but forgot to drink it.

Shao Peng and Tang Xu sat side by side.

Meng Liang hugged Qiaoyun and stopped licking the dog's flattery.

Jia Ping'an lowered his head slightly, and bent his fingers on the desk and tapped lightly.

The sound of the percussion and the sound of the flute are perfectly matched.

He stood up suddenly.

Here he comes, here he comes!

Everyone held their breath, and some newcomers didn't know the name of Master Jia, so they suppressed the movement and looked at Jia Ping'an curiously.

At this moment, in Yaxiang's eyes, the young man was radiant.

Jia Ping'an raised his head and met Yaxiang's joyful gaze.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping."

"Good!"

After a shout, everyone looked at each other.

A man couldn't help but applaud, but at the moment he regretted it, worried that he had disrupted Jia Ping'an's train of thought, and hurriedly apologized.

"Brute!" Tang Xu scolded and scolded, and then said: "Xiao Jia's poems, it's really good!" Great! ”

"Shut up!"

Cui Jian was already happy when he heard the first two sentences, and he couldn't wait to hear the follow-up immediately. So I didn't care about my identity, so I directly scolded everyone.

The crowd was silent, and the sound of the flute continued to whimper......

Jia Ping'an stood with his hands in his hands, and the old bustard was fascinated by it.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings in the middle of the night...... to the passenger ship. ”

The sound of the flute whimpered...... Gradually stopped.

Too quiet, right?

Jia Ping'an felt that something was wrong.

Anyway, you guys shouted!

"Jia Lang!"

Masaka suddenly pounced.

Don't do that!

Jia Ping'an didn't know the power of this poem, and it hit Yaxiang's heart, liver and lungs at once.

Yaxiang hugged him tightly, "Jia Lang, the slave is willing to go to the Jia family to be a slave and a maid......"

This is what you say if you drink too much.

The slaves and maids of the Tang Dynasty are not people, really, the more noble the family, the less they regard the slaves and maids as people.

So these words, Master Jia just went in the left ear and went out in the right ear.

"Good poetry!"

Cui Jian Huoran got up and rushed over.

Yaxiang was startled by him, and Jia Ping'an took the opportunity to get rid of her entanglement, but then regretted all her intestines.

Cui Jian held his hand, and he was not as excited as Cui's reserve, "What a poem!" Xiao Jia! ”

"This artistic conception, every sentence is inseparable from the sorrowful words, portraying the scene, but it makes the scene into the poem, the person and the scene, the scene into the hearts of the people, wonderful to the top, wonderful to the top!"

Cui Jian raised his head and squinted, "The moon is falling, the black cry, the sky is full of frost." Jiang Feng, Yuhuo...... There are many sorrows in the ship......"

He glanced at Masaka.

This woman was also young and unfortunate when she thought about it, and finally fell into the happy scene, this sorrow ...... Hit the spot.

The bell of Hanshan Temple came suddenly, knocking away the sorrow, and the bright moonlight shone on the river and landed on the boat...... Zen is also there, such poems...... Xiao Jia, how can you make such a poem?! ”

This is a famous article!

Look at those prostitutes, all of them are excited, and the joy and honor of witnessing the birth of the famous article make them cheer.

"Good poetry!"

The so-called famous articles, even those who are new to literature and ink can produce extraordinary products.

The rough men of the hundred horses raised their glasses and shouted, "Jia Wenwen, cheers!" ”

Looking up, the people in the lobby are holding up their wine glasses and inviting them to drink.

"Jia Wenwen, cheers!"

Yaxiang gave a glass of wine and said in a low voice: "Jia Lang is so attentive to being a slave, and a slave is Jia Lang...... Die without complaint. ”

it!

Jia Ping'an had the most headache, what did the woman say about the dead and alive.

He raised his glass and drank it all.

A hundred riders came in, leaned over and said something to Tang Xu, but his eyes were looking at Jia Ping'an.

Tang Xu's expression did not change, and he even poured Shao Peng a cup, and then beckoned: "Xiao Jia, come, let's have a drink." ”

Jia Ping'an took the empty wine glass over, and when he got closer, Tang Xu said in a low voice: "I found the traces of those people, just outside, I don't know why." ”

Those people are people in a small circle.

It must be for Masaka.

Jia Ping'an knew that he had sabotaged several plans of the small circle, and he must have been taken into the sight of some people. Kill him, it is estimated that no one will dare, otherwise the emperor will roar, and no one will be able to stop him.

Yaxiang and Lao Bustard made a momentum, so that many people thought that Yaxiang was the forbidden body of his Jia, so these people saluted first and then soldiers......

If you don't want money, then do you want a knife?

Jia Ping'an said in a low voice: "Captain, how many brothers will you take to play with them tonight?" ”

Tang Xu looked at him, "Be careful." ”