"Miss Wanyu and sit here with peace of mind, Ben Hou speaks with a spit and a nail, there will be a surprise for you tonight." Bai Yanqiu shook off the paper fan with one hand and shook it gently, and patted the futon beside her with the other, meaning that she would come closer and sit down.

"Wanyu naturally trusts Hou Ye, and looking at the Hou Ye Bai in Taikang City, he is the most trustworthy person." Although Xin Wanyu had a slight disappointment in her heart, she still had to serve this first-class marquis on her face, as she said, although Bai Yanqiu also slept in flowers and willows in Taikang City, her conduct was well-known, and she had never done anything like turning her face when she put her pants on.

Just when the two of them were chatting happily, the old bustard with heavy makeup personally pushed the door in, hurried, and shouted while walking: "Alas, my eldest marquis, someone downstairs claims to be looking for you in Cui Hanzhang in Doumi Lane, saying that you owe him a big drink, come to collect the account, and you will not return if you are not drunk tonight." ”

The old bustard looked at Wanyu while talking, for fear of touching his moldy head, after all, she couldn't tell what the mood of this great nobleman in Taikang City was? If you offend the nobles of the five-story exclusive courtyard, you don't know how to die. Mingjinlou doesn't care about their life or death, and even beats them to death in order to dissipate the anger of the guests many times, and then says that the huge Mingjinlou is not strange to disappear one or two people occasionally.

Seeing that Bai Hou Ye did not speak, her eyes were all focused on the jade hand of Wanyu pouring wine, she slowed down her tone and said softly; "The slave family said, where did the hairy boy dare to pretend to be Tanhualang, and he is not satisfied with the street to inquire about it, everyone knows that Tanhualang lives in Doumi Lane, but the hero Junjie of our Shenguang Dynasty is not something that anyone can pretend to be, and he dares to drink flower wine under the banner of Hou Ye, and the old body will let people drive him out."

"If the old bustard really kicks him out of Mingjin Tower, I'm afraid our Wanyu girl will die of sadness tonight." Bai Yanqiu stopped the old bustard who was just about to raise his feet, and did not forget to tease Wanyu when he spoke, although he didn't know why Cui Hanzhang came to look for him earlier than the agreed time, but when the show started, he had to accompany the performance, and he was looking forward to what surprise Cui Hanzhang could give him tonight.

"Let's go, go down to meet our Divine Light Eight Horses Tanhualang." Bai Yanqiu directly took the fan, grabbed Miss Wanyu's plain hand and got up and walked out.

"Looking at the old body's tricks, I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, and it's really the old man who explores the flowers." Seeing that the wind was making the rudder, the old bustard slapped himself lightly on the forehead, and he was busy confessing his guilt.

"Hurry up and say hello, hang eight red lanterns, and pave the way on the red carpet." The old bustard confessed his guilt and shouted to the maid at the door.

"Wanyu don't hide it tonight, she used to sing Cui Ci, but Ben Hou invited Cui Lang himself, greeted the girls, what ability did he have to use it, and entered the eyes of the great poet Cui of Tanhualang, if he gave a poem, he kept her in the red half of the sky in the divine light." Bai Yanqiu put the words out and warmed up the banquet later.

The old bustard is the best at figuring out people's hearts, and he understood the mind of Lingwu Hou Bai Yanqiu in one sentence, and when he heard him say this, he shouted in a sharp voice: Tanhualang Cui Hanzhang came to Mingjin Building, and the girls all packed up and came out to greet him. ”

While holding the stairs from the three-story position and walking down the stairs quickly, he shouted at the top of his voice, this voice was amazing, and the voice of the old bustard echoed in the whole hall, as if the title of Cui Hanzhang had magical power, and for a while, the women inside and outside the hall and the corridors along the floor were chattering crazy,

"Tanhualang is really here......."

"It's Cui Tanhua from Doumi Lane, and the great poet Cui is here...."

"Hurry up and get dressed, I'm going to meet our Divine Light Eight Horses Cui Tanhua....."

Some of the girls who were sitting in the back room waiting for the guests couldn't hold back, and they urged the maids to quickly put on makeup and dress up, and hurriedly went out to meet Cui Tanhua, and even more accompanied by wine on the table.

Cui Hanzhang was standing in the hall chatting and joking with a few drinkers, pointing to the portrait of the Eight Horses of Shenguang and commenting, but he never thought that the old bustard would roar, and the entire Mingjin Building was boiling, and many girls rushed to the hall.

"Brother Hanzhang, it's not interesting enough, let Ben Hou and Miss Wanyu wait upstairs." Lingwu Hou Bai Yanqiu led Wanyu and a few little brothers down the stairs quickly behind him and greeted them.

"Master Hou, forgive me, there was an emergency before I went out, and I took some time to deal with some official business." Cui Hanzhang hurriedly clenched his fists and confessed.

"He is Tanhualang Cui Hanzhang, he is really handsome and chic, and he is very lofty."

"Yes, yes, you see his tall figure, even the bag on his forehead is very good-looking." A bunch of girls around Cui Hanzhang were full of admiration and admiration, and their comments were full of praise, even if he was wearing clothes, he was also stylish and tasteful.

"Oops, it turned out that Cui Tanhua was here, I was really offended by waiting for a few people just now." A few drinkers who were chatting and farting with Cui Hanzhang just now quickly got up and said.

"Yes, yes, Cui Tanhua's comment just now was really to the point, and it made people pause." Several others quickly chimed in.

"A few old brothers, don't be so polite, just now you and the others chatted differently, the world is too flattering, what Shenguang Eight Horses, our Shenguang is facing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, how can there only be eight handsome talents. Let's go upstairs together, continue to drink, and have a good chat. Cui Hanzhang felt that it was quite speculative to chat with a few drinkers in front of him, although there were drunken words that were strong and intimidating, but it was always much more interesting than praising each other.

"Since Tanhualang spoke, it is fate for us to meet, go upstairs to Benhou Xiaoyuan together, continue to drink, talk about the world, and there are no taboos." Bai Yanqiu followed his words and kept a few of the drinkers in the hall.

Although these people can come to Mingjin Building to drink flower wine, they are condescended to the hall, and naturally they have no prominent status, but they are all excited to hear that they can be invited into the small courtyard by Lingwu Hou, but they are also in the mood

I am a little apprehensive, and the people who are usually high up and can only look up to them are now going to drink and have fun together, and it feels like a dream.

"Come, Hanzhang, let me introduce a few little brothers to you first, Chu Kang, Huo Guang, Ru Jingxiu, these three came to Mingjin Building early to warm up, and they are all muddy boys from Chili Street." Bai Yanqiu intended to introduce Cui Hanzhang to them, after all, the threshold of the various prefectures on Chili Street had to be crossed after all.

"I've seen Commander Cui, the three of us can't wait to go into battle, kill the enemy in the north to serve the country, and I heard about the heroic deeds of Brother Cui, and the younger brother has admired him for a long time." Chu Kang was a year older, and then said after the words of Lingwu Hou.

"Chu Kang is right, the three of us can't do martial arts, but if we run errands and run an errand in Taikang City, Brother Cui will be able to get a few brothers in the future, just say hello." Ru Jingxiu is the youngest, and he should not have done the crown salute yet, but he is also the most excited. Huo Guang looked more shy, just followed the fist and did not speak.

"Don't be polite, three brothers, the future will eventually belong to you, meeting is fate, don't get drunk tonight." Cui Hanzhang said the scene and greeted the three of them one by one.

"Refreshing, you have to be a good brother to drink flower wine, we don't get drunk tonight, whoever instigates is a bear."

"But Ben Hou wants to make a request for the girls in Mingjin Building, looking forward to the stars and the moon is finally looking forward to Tanhualang, look at the excitement of these girls, if you want to go upstairs, the great poet has to improvise a poem first, and leave a pair of ink treasures." Bai Yanqiu is the best at controlling the atmosphere of the audience, and with one sentence, he brought the entire hall to the **, and the applause was about to overturn the roof.

"The little girl is willing to dance the sword to cheer you up." Xin Wanyu stepped forward from behind Bai Yanqiu and performed the etiquette of ten thousand blessings.

"The little girl is willing to sing for the king's fun." Zhuo Wanqing also stood up from the side and performed the etiquette of ten thousand blessings.

"Wei'er, bring the piano and play a song for Cui Lang." Song Qingqing directly instructed the maid next to him to take the piano.

The three top girls in Mingjin Lou are all human spirits, and with the words of Lingwu Hou, they volunteered to write poems for Tanhualang.

Cui Hanzhang looked at this lively scene with a smile, "It seems that you can't pass the test without writing a poem, Bai Yanqiu, this kid really has ideas everywhere." ”

"Okay, how can you write poems without wine, bring wine." Cui Hanzhang was not ambiguous, with a wave of his big hand, Bai Yanqiu coaxed the field, he continued, and he wanted to pick it up beautifully.

"Master Hou, why don't we just set up a banquet in this hall and have a drink with the masters, okay?" Cui Hanzhang climbed down the pole and directly proposed to set up a banquet in the hall, the more people, the more lively.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, Ben Hou listens to Hualang."

"Come on, clean up the field, serve wine and food, and those who see you tonight will have a feast together." Bai Yanqiu was heroic, and everyone applauded in unison.

Since the opening of the Mingjin Building, the youngest first-class marquis of the Shenguang Dynasty and the Tanhualang of the poetry title Taikang have joined forces to hold a banquet in the hall, hundreds of people have gathered in the hall, and the most exciting thing is the old bustard who is in charge of the hall on the first floor, the bright feast in history, I feel enthusiastic when I think about it, what Cui Hanzhang wants is that the scene is as chaotic as possible, so that Brother Xuan and Qingfeng can act in secret.

Pull out the cork of the wine jar, the rich aroma of wine comes to the nose, overflowing the hall, it is really good wine, Cui Hanzhang takes a long sip, does not hurry to swallow, let the wine swirl in the mouth, let the tip of the tongue and the side of the tongue, the taste buds on the abdomen gradually taste the wine in turn, suddenly a memory is awakened from the bottom of his heart, his nose has always been very sensitive, but all the smell of the smell, will be buried in the bottom of the heart, this wine is similar to the aroma of September frost but more intense, the taste is also stronger, reminiscent of the previous thrilling killing saw déjà vu figure, Could it be that Zhuo Siniang is really related to Mingjin Building.

"The wine is rich in aroma, pure in color, refreshing in the mouth, strong and strong." Cui Hanzhang did not hesitate to praise the words, and drank it all, "Good wine, another glass, all full." ”

"Drink this cup with me, and wish the Holy Lord a speedy and triumphant return."

"Wishing the consecration an early triumphant return." Everyone gathered in the cup, and the momentum was huge.

"Choking Lang ......" suddenly remembered the sound of the sword impact, the overtone of the seven-stringed Yaoqin was like descending into the world, cold and immortal, everyone only felt that there was a fairy sound lingering above their heads, and they quieted down for a while.

After turning again, the scattered sound reappeared, loose and far-reaching, leading everyone to reminisce about the past.

Turn again, press the sound under Qingqing's fingers to chant the aftertaste, subtle and long, sometimes like human language, can be dialogued, sometimes like the mood of the human heart, ethereal and changeable. The overtones are like the sky, and the scattered sounds are the same as the earth, then the sound is really a person.

Mingjin saw Qingqing upstairs, his eyes were bright, and his eyebrows were light.

Song Qingqing opened with the ancient sound of the seven-string yaoqin, collected everyone's minds, and poured out her feelings with the sound, and the voice of smoke and singing slowly rose.

"Green and yellow,

Kill the lamb,

Shenguang Dama,

Fight on the battlefield,

Bandit wandering,

The soul returns to its homeland,

Mengjiao Company Battalion,

Leisurely love. ”

"It's Cui Tanhua's "War Horse Fu", the girl Wanqing is really talented, and the composition is like this, it's really sincere." At the banquet, someone whispered praise, causing the drinkers to bow their heads.

Lou Wanqing's singing voice was slow and dull at first, and then turned high, like a melodious chant outside the wilderness, and then suddenly like a silver bottle bursting with water slurry, and the iron horse protruding the sound of swords and guns, sonorous and tragic, and the pictures are presented in the song as if they were truly reproduced.

Just when people were brought into sadness by the sound of singing and piano, suddenly a white-clothed young general flew out of the hall, a cold sword dance like the moonlight, no one saw the cold light shining, it was Wanyu girl dressed in white robe armor, dancing on the high-altitude swing, hibiscus like the moon and veil, a sword dance in all directions.

Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world

。 Wanyu's sword dance pushed the atmosphere to another **, Song Qingqing and Lou Wanqing, the two top girls, were not to be outdone, each urged the piano and singing voice to the best state, Mingjinlou Laobuar had already arranged for the periphery to cooperate with the extinguishing of the candlelight, leaving only the lights in the central area, in the empty Mingjinlou hall, the sound of the piano singing and dancing swords were intertwined, stirring and flying, and it was impossible to distinguish which was higher and which was lower.

Starting from the seven-string Yaoqin overtone, and closing in the cut strings and pressing the tone, I saw Song Qingqing's green and jade palm electric flint obliquely cut on the strings, the sound stopped, the sound closed, and the dance stopped, which was really not bad.

Everyone was immersed in the wonderful fantasy created by the three for a while, and suddenly everything disappeared, as suddenly as suddenly as the clouds and rain in the summer stopped.

Just when everyone was still unsatisfied and unwilling to withdraw from the wonderful illusion, they suddenly heard a strong magnetic voice sound:

Thousands of miles of lonely city white happens, for whom does the Qiang flute sing?

The remnants of the tent dream of the countryside pass at night, the flag of the morning frost Wuzhou camp.

Xuange guards the earth, mountains and rivers are heavy, and the yellow sand buries bones and lives lightly.

Don't ask the name of the Danqing Iron Coupon, and there is a spring breeze in Kuiyin Mountain Pass.

When the candlelight gradually lit up, everyone saw Tanhualang Cui Hanzhang hitting the rope with a cup, impassioned, pacing and chanting, and improvised a poem.

"Good poetry, Tanhualang is really a good poem......

Lingwu Hou Bai Yanqiu was the first to take the lead in clapping, and all the drinkers in the hall were excited and excitedly clapping, some were not addicted to slapping the table directly, and some swingers directly whistled.

"It's worth it, it's worth it, the sound of the piano, the singing, the sword dance, the poetry of the great poet Cui, it's really in the ears, it's wonderful."

"Good ......"

"Tanhualang is really talented, and he is really able to write and calm the world. Since the advent of the Eight Horses of Shenguang, Cui Hanzhang of Qianyanzhou is the first person to climb the building, and the Mingjin Building is really full of brilliance. Just when everyone was excited, a white-haired old man with a high crown and a big belt walked down from the third floor, followed by two graceful maids, the old man was dressed in fluttering clothes and had a childish face, but his voice was not old, but low and strong, and even overshadowed the laughter of everyone.

Cui Hanzhang's heart froze, this voice was the voice that wanted to kill him in the quiet courtyard on the third floor just now, this person is so profound. At that time, he wondered, how could there be such a dangerous murderous machine in a small courtyard casually, now it seems that this should be the person in charge of Mingjin Building, and the maid who followed behind this person looked at the figure and shape of the person Cui Hanzhang was looking for hard, although his appearance has changed, the bridge of his nose is higher, and his body is more thin, but his external temperament has not changed, and his expression is flying between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Cheers to this heroic, passionate, touching and exquisite poetry, and all the drinks are invited to the Golden Mansion tonight." The white-haired old man walked quickly to Lingwuhou and Cui Hanzhang after clasping their fists and saluting, then turned to face everyone and announced loudly.

"Good ......"

The atmosphere in the hall was higher and higher, the sound of drums and bamboos sounded, and a group of graceful girls floated into the center of the hall and danced. Everyone was drunk, and there were drinkers who kissed me and me with the girls around them, wantonly indulged, and suddenly Mingjin Lou had the feeling of a wine pond and a meat forest.

Wine is a good thing, the most able to test people's hearts, wine should be easy to get drunk.

Before these second ancestors drank, they kept saying that they were born to be members of the imperial court, and they did their best to serve the country. After drinking, he straightened his neck and shouted, the court is his, pointing at the country and scolding Fang Xuan.

Sometimes, words can hurt more than a knife! Whether it is those intentional or unintentional cynicism, as well as the secret downfall, or inadvertent complaints, the accumulation will eventually erupt. Therefore, Cui Hanzhang tried to speak as little as possible, for fear of causing trouble with his tongue, and he was also afraid of hurting people with his mouth, especially hurting the people around him.

At this time, Lingwu Hou Baiyan led Song Qingqing and Lou Wanqing into the first seat on the left, and the two top girls served left and right, serving tea and pouring wine, all of them were obedient. Xin Wanyu sat beside Bai Yanqiu obediently, and at this time she had changed back to a white plum blossom tulle skirt, and her delicate and transparent figure was looming.

On the other side, the first seat on the right hand is the white-haired old man who has just appeared to enter the seat, and there are two beautiful maids behind him. The others gradually sat away, and the whole hall was arched around the seats.

"Dare to ask Tanhualang, is there a name for the poem you chanted just now?" The white-haired old man asked after drinking a glass of wine, and in an instant he remembered that he was abrupt, so he raised his glass and apologized:

"It's old and abrupt, his surname is Huang, his name is Wanli, and he is one of the stewards of Mingjin Building."

"Mr. Huang doesn't have to be formal, it's the younger Meng Lang who is showing off. The impromptu poem just now was inspired by the exquisite performance of the three girls, and in front of all the virtuous people, it was named "The West Wind Tight for Watching the Golden Tower". ”

After Cui Hanzhang got up and left his seat, he raised his glass and bowed to the three girls respectively, which provoked Song Qingqing and Lou Wanqing around him to hide their faces and avoid with a smile, not daring to accept the courtesy, the two girls were lovely, leaned over and picked up the wine glass and walked forward to toast with him, and pulled him back to the seat.

Poor Cui Hanzhang was pressed in the middle by the two cute girls holding their arms, and there was a soft touch on their arms, and the meaning of the two top brands to recommend themselves to the pillow was obvious, but he was still thinking about the situation of Brother Xuan'er and Qingfeng's secret visit, and finally pulled out his arms with great effort, and quickly held a bowl of mutton soup on the table, drank it slowly, drank most of the bowl of soup, and sighed in the sky: "Ah, it's so comfortable, it would be better if you put some green onion foam." ”

Miss Qingqing and Miss Wanqing next to them originally thought that Poet Cui was going to publish some shocking poems, but they didn't expect such a sentence to come out, and the wine they had just eaten almost spurted out of their noses.

These two top girls have also seen many handsome heroes in Taikang City, and when they arrived at Mingjin Building, they were not holding a score, and the black light was blind and the fire was in a hurry, but I really didn't see this lord around me, the last moment I wrote poems and cried ghosts and gods, and the next moment I drank sheep soup and drank it like a village man, it was really an interesting person.