The woman turned and led the group upstairs.

These few people can mix with the sons of the Lu Guogong family, and their status must be extraordinary, and the silver rewarded must be indispensable, and they can make a lot of money tonight.

However, as soon as she was halfway there, Princess Changle, who was dressed as a man in the back, stopped and poked her head out to look downstairs.

"Why are there so many people?

Zhao Yin couldn't help but look downstairs, there were a lot of people gathered downstairs now, all of them were young talents who looked like scholars, and there were a few figures that were slightly familiar, they should have been seen by him from the door in the afternoon.

"What are they doing?"

"Yo~ Childe is not a local? They are all sons who are going to participate in the Poetry Church. ”

The woman explained enthusiastically, her smiling mouth was about to reach the root of her ears, this kind of place, depending on how much silver you have in your pocket.

"Childe, come with me, if you want to see the excitement, I will arrange the best box for you, look down from above, unobstructed, and it is next door to the evening girl playing the piano, our evening piano sound can be described as three days around the beam."

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes." Cheng Chumo was also on the side to help.

Zhao Yin looked at the kid's unpromising appearance, and was even more sure that he was the fan of that night, or that kind of brainless fan.

"Get out of the box." Zhao Yin said lightly.

The woman thought that if she said this, he would definitely be interested, but she didn't expect it to backfire.

"Childe, what's wrong? That box is the best, and if you don't decide now, you won't have a place for it in a while. ”

This box is three hundred taels, and she doesn't want the boiled duck to fly.

Zhao Yin smiled: "I want to participate in the Poetry Saint Society." ”

It was the first time he came, and he didn't figure out the routine, so he followed him upstairs, but now that he knew that downstairs was the venue, why did he go upstairs.

Originally, I just wanted to come to the Poetry Saint Club and brush up on more achievement points, who wants to go up to see the excitement.

"You want to go down?"

Yu Chi Baoqi was a little surprised, he knew that he was bold, he would cook delicious meals, and he would grow delicious potatoes, but this poem was not just a dare to cook, and he would not be laughed at.

In the past, every time he came, he hugged the beauties and looked at the excitement, but although he didn't understand, he also knew that the people gathered here were all famous literati and scholars, and he couldn't just fool the past.

Seeing Zhao Yin staring downstairs and not speaking, Yu Chi Baoqi had no choice but to wave his hand to the woman above, "Forget it, return the box." ”

As soon as the woman who was still smiling just now heard that she was really going to retreat, she immediately changed her face, and returned the silver in her hand, she was naturally very annoyed, took out the silver ticket in her arms, threw it on Yu Chi Baoqi's body, rolled her eyes, and said disdainfully: "Just you, do you still want to participate in the Poetry Saint Society?" Do you recognize all the words? It's really unbelievable. ”

After saying that, he shook his handkerchief and went downstairs.

"Smack"

Yu Chi Baoqi slapped the woman in the face, and with a scream, the woman rolled down the stairs.

was despised by a woman in a green building, how could he have suffered such anger, was it tolerable or unbearable, and he did it directly.

The originally noisy Qinglou immediately quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on their upper bodies, and at the same time, several black-clothed people appeared around them, and the weapons in their hands had just been pulled out.

"Six-Pronged Sword"

This kind of sword Zhao Yin has seen on TV, it is a weapon used by the Baekje people, how can it appear here, is it ......

"Stand Down"

A richly dressed man waved his hand and scolded.

The men in black immediately put away the weapons in their hands and retreated to a place where people could not see.

Zhao Yin knew that there were thugs in the Qinglou, but he didn't expect it to be a Baekje person, he didn't think that this Baekje person came to Chang'an to open such a big Qinglou just to make money.

It is estimated that this should be an intelligence station, this is the place where high-ranking officials and nobles come from, and there are many people, it is best to collect intelligence here, and it can be used here to collect information, and it can be used here to gather dense crowds, even if a few strangers go in and out, no one will notice, it is better to be an intelligence station.

When Zhao Yin was thinking about it, the man spoke again, "Dare to be disrespectful to Yu Chi Gongzi, drag it down and slap it fifty." ”

Soon two men came and dragged the woman out.

Although the woman's face is like ashes, she has no intention of justifying or resisting the man's orders.

However, Zhao Yin sensed some information in the man's words, because he was obviously not from Chang'an when he spoke, and he was a little stiff and not very fluent, just like an American, no matter how hard he tried to learn Chinese, he couldn't straighten that tongue.

"I'm really sorry for a few, Fuxin is here to accompany you, and you will be free of money tonight."

"Since Boss Wang has said so, then forget it."

What's more, the expenses are waived, of course Yu Chi Baoqi is happy, but he is also very entangled, is it better to find that girl tonight? It's Cuihua, or Xiaoyan, it doesn't cost money anyway, it's better to call both.

"Yu Chi Baoqi, you can even do it to women, it's really a bad scenery, a big bad scenery."

"That's it, if you still want to come to the Poetry Saint Society, you might as well go back and read for a few decades."

"Young Master Wei Chi, I'm afraid I don't even know the poems I wrote, hahaha."

Several literati on the first floor seemed to be familiar with Yu Chi Baoqi and began to tease him.

"You, you ......"

Yu Chi Baoqi was not lightly angry, he originally disdained to fight with him with these sour poems, if he went to the battlefield, could the poems kill the enemy? Can you expand your territory?

"That's right, we're here to participate in the Poetry Meeting, not only to participate, but also to win the championship."

Zhao Yin came down the stairs with a smile.

Hearing Zhao Yin's words, a few laughed louder, how many pounds and taels does that guy have, will they know?

When Yu Chi Baoqi heard Zhao Yin's words, he couldn't wait to find a place to get in, and let him go to the Poetry Saint Meeting as a rough person, which was simply humiliating himself.

"Yo, Brother Wei Chi, who is this ......?"

Fang Yiai saw the person who came down from the upper floor, still holding a folding fan in his hand and putting it on his chest, which was very literati and ink shelf, but his face was very raw, and he couldn't help asking.

But I don't think it's a child of a family, this literati and ink writers in Chang'an are a little famous, there is no one he doesn't know.

Hearing someone ask, Yu Chi Baoqi came up with an idea, "Although I don't understand your pedantic things, my brother is very powerful, and he is proficient in all kinds of poetry." ”

Although I don't know if Zhao Yin will be, it's good to divert his attention, no matter what, he will be better than him.

Zhao Yin walked to the front of the poetry list and took a cursory look, "This is the poem you wrote?" ”

"That's right, this song [Falling Rain] is someone Fang's proud work." Fang Yiai's face was proud, completely ignoring the eldest grandson Chong who had been pulling him behind him.

"This poem is under the [Green Grass Fu], which was made by Zhang, who was a poet saint of the last session."