"Of course, no, it is the rule that the previous black-clothed lords only perform arts." The person who spoke out to solve the major general's doubts slowly approached.

It seems to be strolling in the back garden of his own house, and his demeanor is pleasant.

In this land of smoke and willows, the young general who had no ink on his chest reminded him of the beauty of the flowers and willows in the poems.

At this moment, this "beauty" raised his hand and waved away the servant who was waiting, and said softly to the young general, "Does the young master have any other orders?" ”

The implication is that he is not selling his body anymore, Xiu Zhao has been a person who has been rolling in the pile of people since he was a child, and he naturally understands the meaning of coming at this time.

Thinking about it again, what I just said is indeed easy to misunderstand, but it's not good to say that Fang Cai's words have no other meaning.

simply blurted out, "Can this son tell you anything?" ”。

"Don't make fun of him", Chang'an, who was blocked by most of his body behind Xiu Zhao, naturally saw his discomfort, so he walked closer and spoke.

Xiu Zhao saw the "beauty" and immediately bowed his head and saluted, "The white crane greets you." ”

The owner of the Wuyi Building, the white crane.

When Bai He turned to the side and bowed to Chang'an, the young general suddenly remembered that he was uncomfortable.

This "beauty" is in a man, and he doesn't feel strange at all.

And here, this person's demeanor is really indescribably self-consistent, and it is also good-looking, which makes people forget to watch.

"Find a place to sit."

Chang'an's voice fell, and without waiting for Bai He's movements, Xiu Zhao rushed over and approached, "This White Mansion Lord knows our identity?" ”

Without waiting for Chang'an to answer, he turned his head to Bai He and said, "Knowing who I am, you dare to ask me for money?" ”

The words of the scoundrel were said to be a righteous spirit, and Chang'an laughed.

The group went upstairs all the way, Bai He had been walking outside for many years, and at this moment, he was also calm and calm in the face of the young general's automatic and spontaneous role as a debt collector.

"Bidding is the rule of Wuyi".

A Qinglou also made a rule for you?

Xiu Zhao felt very indescribable at the moment, but he also knew the truth that cheap Wan could no longer continue to sell well, so he made up his mind and decided to shut up.

The white crane led the way, and the group went straight into a private room on the fourth floor, Chang'an didn't know that Xiuzhao's mind had flown away from the clouds for a while, and the corner of his mouth smiled at the white-clothed young man who was holding a pot and pouring tea beside him, "Don't wait, sit down."

"You came from afar, and the white crane should have waited on the side."

When he spoke, his eyes were extremely shining, and he must have been an extremely stubborn person.

Thinking like this, Xiu Zhao finally couldn't help but blurt out, "Your eyes are so beautiful." ”

When the words fell, the whole private room could be heard.

Chang'an didn't hear it, Xiu Zhao came back to his senses and was embarrassed, just about to explain, but he didn't want Bai He to laugh out loud when he heard it.

With his smile, the breath of the whole person was very different from before, and it was no different from the noble sons and brothers in Shengjing City at the foot of the imperial city.

Xiu Zhao looked at it, and it was hard to imagine that this was actually a man who had been immersed in Fengyue for many years, and his beauty was in his bones.

Bai He rarely relieved the gloom that had gathered for a long time between his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "The young general has to look good, and Bai He is cheeky." ”

Then the major general was relieved, and he could see that the people in front of him did not think that he had offended him verbally.

He knew that what he said was from the bottom of his heart, and the young general was very happy at this time.

"Chang'an, is this someone from your house?" The meaning of the words is well known to the listener.

Everyone here is a smart person, and everything does not have to be put in the open.

The county lord of Chang'an, who was drinking tea alone on the side, was unexpectedly remembered by the young general, and he was not surprised to hear him ask like this.

Obviously, she was very accustomed to the way the young general was questioned more and more indiscriminately, "What do you mean?" Chang'an raised his eyebrows.

The young general, who had read a lot of books, had a flash of inspiration at this time, "Wuyilou is yours?" ”

It must be so! Major General Xiu has already decided in his heart.

"Bidding is routine".

With a few idle words, the young general's heart suddenly became cold.

He leaned crookedly to the side as if the little Lingqiu, who was full of breath that a young boy in Beijing often played, was suddenly punctured, and once again made up his mind not to speak again.

Bai He picked up some important things and said to Chang'an, Xiu Zhao has never been very interested in these things that sound like a troublesome thing.

So while listening to the conversation between the two of them, the young general who was lying on the side heard that it was really lively outside, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, said hello and hurriedly left, regardless of whether Chang'an responded or not.

The two sat for a while, Chang'an got up, and Bai He then walked out of the private room together, walked through the corridor, and picked a place to stand at the end of the left.

"Baihe, it is a pity that such a grand scene as Wuyi Tower is confined to Xunyang, after all."

Although the voice is soft, the words are exceptionally clear.

"I don't know what His Highness's intentions are?"

The man who was accompanying him did not hesitate at all, and bowed in response.

"Kyoto has been prosperous for a hundred years, and you can show your ambitions."

"Bai He understands that he has only been operating here for a few years, and everything is intertwined, and it will take a little time to move away from the city."

"This is nature, wait for this matter, the palace cangwu prepares wine and washes the dust for you."

"Yes."

Many years later, when the cranes are old and declining, they always like to meditate under the wisteria trellises in their yards.

Sometimes I sit for a day, and I don't move even when I eat.

If the sun is good, he will always think of that day inadvertently.

The man said, "You can make a big move."

It was his long life, a rare bright glow.

Enough for him to think about it for half his life.