"Haha, I knew it was this kid. I heard that Sanfeng Qi was extremely lazy, he didn't even want to go out of the door, and he didn't like to drink, so how could he come to Qinglou. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old half-grown boy stood behind everyone and laughed.

"You are?" Mo Shuyu glanced at the person who spoke, curious why a little kid of thirteen or fourteen came to the brothel.

"King of Hanzhong, Li Ke." Li Ke nodded at Mo Shuyu, which can be regarded as acquaintance.

"This kid is so crazy?" Li Ke, the future His Royal Highness King Wu, was later unjustly killed because of his bereavement. Mo Shuyu looked at the happy two who were talking, and couldn't have imagined that Fang Yiai would falsely accuse Li Ke of hanging himself in order to survive.

"He is the third son of His Majesty, he has learned a lot since he was a child, and his Majesty loves him deeply, and His Majesty says that he is most like himself when he was young. Li Ke is proud of his talents and is used to being arrogant. Cheng Chumo sat next to him and munched on melon seeds, and introduced Li Ke to Mo Shuyu in a low voice.

"How did he get so close?" Mo Shuyu pointed at Li Ke and the two, wondering why they were so close.

"Li Ke is very much loved by His Majesty, and he has the heart to compete for the prince!" Cheng Chumo pulled Mo Shuyu's hand and whispered. "My father said, no matter if I'm messing around outside, I have to go far away for anything related to the royal family."

"You mean that Li Ke walked with his bereaved love in order to win over Uncle Fang." As soon as Mo Shuyu heard Cheng Chumo's words, he roughly understood.

"I don't know, it's none of my business anyway." Cheng Chumo didn't care so much, he couldn't handle his own affairs, so he knocked on the melon seeds and looked at the hall. "It's coming, it's coming, Miss Weiya is out."

Everyone listened to Cheng Chumo's shouting, and they all crowded to the window, shouting and screaming in an attempt to get Miss Weiya's attention.

"Country man." Everyone was screaming, and suddenly a fat head brain sticks out of the window next door. "What's the use of screaming? Hurry up and think about what poems you can write to make the girl smile, and then you can enjoy the music of Miss Weiya alone. ”

"Oh, yes, that's all you can do is call a few times." The fat man Gao Shilian glanced at a few people and sat back with disdain.

"You! Dead fatty, today we are a master, who wins and loses has not yet been revealed, don't be too rampant! Cheng Chumo was so angry that he almost jumped over the window and beat him, if it weren't for Yu Chi Baolin's stubborn pulling.

"Hmph, isn't it just the Marquis of Leisure? After writing a few poems, you really think you are invincible in the world? It's just a man of rhetoric, and you tell him not to come out and humiliate himself. The fat man didn't even look at Cheng Chumo, and the voice came from the next room.

"Ahhh Baolin, don't stop me, I'm going to beat him to death today! "Cheng Yanjin was originally a second-class product, and the child he gave birth to was even more second, and he couldn't hold his breath for a long time when he was so humiliated.

"Mitoyo, can you bear it?" Cheng Chu silently saw that he couldn't break free, so he asked Mo Shuyu instead.

"What's there to bear? It's just a matter of taking advantage of the tongue, and when the time comes, it will be up to who will bring humiliation on themselves. Mo Shuyu couldn't help it when he heard it, and he didn't bother to walk over and beat someone. Isn't it just poetry? Lao Tzu has 300 Tang poems, and I'm afraid you won't make it?

"Hear me, wait a minute, if you don't get the jackpot, don't cry, haha." Cheng Chumo listened to Mo Shuyu's words, full of confidence, and made mocking words.

"Hmph." The fat man didn't say anything, and he snorted and lost his voice.

"Everyone is welcome to come to the shop to cheer, today is the day for Miss Weiya to perform music every month."

"Less nonsense, we already know the process, let's get started." The bustard was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by a man. Then they said.

"In that case, let's get started." After the old bustard finished speaking, he stood aside and waited for everyone to come out with a poem.

Mo Shuyu listened to a few more songs at first, but he felt bored, so he ate snacks by himself. Mo Shuyu is not in a hurry, Cheng is in a hurry.

"Sanfeng, have you thought about poetry? Hurry up, or the jackpot will be robbed again! ”

"Who said I was going to write poetry?" Mo Shuyu didn't feel like going to be alone with some top-notch girl Weiya and listen to her play.

"And you just now?" Cheng Chumo was anxious when he heard this, he had just let his words out, and now Mo Shuyu can't make poems, isn't it a slap in the face?

"You do it." Mo Shuyu smiled when he saw Cheng Chu's anxious look.

"Huh? Do I do? Cheng Chumo is very clear about how many catties and taels he has, how can he win the jackpot.

"Come here with your ears." Mo Shuyu waved his hand to signal Cheng Chumo to come closer, and said a few words in his ear.

"Haha, good, good poetry!" Cheng Chu listened silently and was overjoyed. I ran straight downstairs to the hall.

"Everyone, be quiet, just now Lao Tzu made a poem, I feel that this jackpot must be mine." Cheng Chumo ran to Miss Wei Ya in one breath and shouted loudly.

"Shh There was a burst of boos.

"What? I've read a few years anyway, can't I even write a poem? ”

"You really can't do it." The fat man was thinking about a headache, and suddenly saw Cheng Chumo, a living treasure, jump out and smile.

"Fat man, it's good for you to give grandpa this time!" Cheng Chumo pointed at Gao Cheng and read out loud the poem that Mo Shuyu taught him.

"Who dares to be fatter than me? Three thousand six hundred taels.

Go out and squeeze the door, and come back to collapse the kang. ”

"You!" Gao Cheng looked at Cheng Chumo and pointed at him to read such a poem, and was angry and pointed at Cheng Chumo and couldn't speak.

"Chunniang, how is it, how am I doing?" Cheng Chumo looked at Wei Ya with a look of hope, thinking that he could always win the jackpot this time.

"Uh... The little grandfather is very literate, but he is still a little bit hot. "Cheng Chumo is a big financier of Yichun Courtyard, and Chun Niang is not easy to offend him, so she expressed it euphemistically... Dislike?

"Down-and-out Jiangnan carrying wine, Chu's waist and intestines are broken, and his palms are light.

Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo Xing name. Mo Shuyu didn't want to compose a poem, he just wanted to see Cheng Chumo playing treasure, and walked to the window. looked at the people in the field, and was suddenly shocked.

"I wonder which son made such a quatrain? Why don't you go into the room with the little lady? Miss Weiya, who had been sitting in the hall playing, listened to Mo Shuyu's song "Sending Huai" and asked out loud.

Just when Mo Shuyu was a little regretful, more than a dozen people in the room looked at him.

"Okay, Sanfeng is worthy of the first talent in the Tang Dynasty!" Li Ke was the first to understand Mo Shuyu's poem and applauded.

"Ahh You're fooling me!! ”