Uncle and nephew walked around the Qinglou together, which reminded Zhang Ruoxu of a news in his previous life.

Uncle and nephew prostitution, and then both were arrested......

Fortunately, Datang prostitution is not illegal.

Otherwise, these literati, princes and nobles of the Tang Dynasty will be caught one by one.

"Virtuous nephew, this is not true." Li Baiyao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Wind and snow, it is an elegant thing. ”

"Liu Shu judges both talents and colors, and can be called the leader of Chang'an." Yu Shinan said with a smile.

"That's true, when I first saw Liu Shuju, I thought it was a fairy in the Nine Heavens who fell to the earth." Chu Zhuliang smiled.

"This Liu Shuju is really stunning?" Zhang Ruoxu was very skeptical, the vision of these old Bangzi vegetables.

Being so admired by a group of old men, could it be said that the prostitute was an old woman in her fifties and sixties?

"It's hard to find something in the world." Ouyang Xun said, his saliva was about to flow.

"How old is it?" Zhang Ruoxu asked.

Yu Shinan smiled and said, "It's just twenty-eight years old. ”

"Sixteen." Zhang Ruoxu's eyes swept over these people, and then he slowly spoke: "Uncle, uncles, with all due respect. ”

"You don't admire Liu Shuju at all, but covet her body."

Isn't it?

A sixteen-year-old, a bunch of you sixty-year-olds.

You say you admire a sixteen-year-old girl?

What are you kidding?

You are clearly interested in seeing sex, and you are clearly greedy for her body, obscene!

"Hey, that's a mistake." Yu Shinan shook his head and said, "Confucius said, color eating is also ~"

"Uncle, I don't know what topic this Liu Shu has opened? Or is she free to play, and she is willing to come out to see all good poetry? Zhang Ruoxu couldn't help but be a little curious about this woman.

"Naturally, it's a problem." Yu Shinan shook his head helplessly, and said: "Today, the title of Liu Shu is 'nostalgia', but in the whole poem, there can not be a single word of sorrow. ”

"Virtuous nephew, do you also make a song?" Chu Zhuliang looked at Zhang Ruoxu and said with a smile: "Courage is commendable, courage is commendable." ”

"There are a lot of celebrities tonight, but I'm afraid that even if the virtuous nephew has the ability, it will be difficult to win."

"Virtuous nephew, it's better to call a few beauties here, why compete with those celebrities?"

“……”

Obviously, Ouyang Xun and these people didn't believe that Zhang Ruoxu could write good poems at all.

Originally, they wanted to come and see the rarity.

After all, Zhang Ruoxu's size, even if he sits on Chang'an Avenue and collects viewing fees, he can make a fortune.

Yu Shinan came to confirm his identity, and he had long heard that his nephew was still alive in this world.

None of us old scholars who have studied this way for decades can write poems that make Liu Shuju's heart move, and you, a kid who has just come down from the mountain, can write it?

It's better to drink a few more drinks and catch up on the old days.

"I haven't tried it, so what do you know?" Zhang Ruoxu laughed and said, "Bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!" ”

I am a man who knows 500 years before and 500 years after, how can I be comparable to you old silver sticks?

……

Now.

In a winged room.

A group of gorgeous-looking women were surrounding a sixteen-year-old girl in white, talking one after another.

This girl is about 1.5 meters tall and has a small round face.

However, the figure is very good.

The convex is convex, and the warped is convex.

Plump.

"Sister Liu, why can't you write a poem that you like, sister?"

"That's because our sister has a high vision, if we are people, even if there is such a smooth reading, I will obey him."

"Sister Yan'er, this is tempted by a certain family, right?"

“……”

Warbler swallow swallow.

It's not lively.

When he looked at Liu Ru, his eyes were full of envy.

And with a hint of jealousy.

However, now that this Liu Ru is popular, these people only have flattery. ，

Everywhere, there is open and secret fighting.

Even when making chickens, there are open and secret battles.

Whoever gains power, everyone flatters.

Liu Ru smiled and held a piece of white paper with poems written on it, and shook her head from time to time.

However, even so, none of the women present dared to express their dissatisfaction with him.

"I've heard that a giant with such height has just arrived, and I don't know what kind of poetry this giant can make." A woman stood up, then gestured.

"I've seen it too, it's really powerful, and it's said that many people want to see it." Another woman said with a smile.

"That's so rough, it's scary to think about."

"My sister hasn't tried it again, how do you know?"

“……”