Looking at Xiao Taohua's scorching gaze, Wang Chuan actually didn't understand. Although he is relatively popular with his sisters on both sides of the Qinglong River, it is just a joke on weekdays after all, and he wants to say that in the eyes of those sisters, he can be more important than the literati who can recite poems, write songs, and bring them fame and benefits, Wang Chuan absolutely does not believe it.

Reality is not a fairy tale. Fairy tales are all lies.

Just folded the willow to send Han Jiaoxi, who is also known as Zhenjing's protégé, and now folded a willow to send himself a small catch, isn't this in front of so many people, losing Han Tong's face?

What does this pseudonymous prostitute who was picked up by Han Tong think? She doesn't need to consider the feelings of Han Tong and other readers?

I don't understand it, but looking at the unhappiness in the eyes of the people in front of him, Wang Chuan knew very well that he didn't need to think too much about how to deal with it, so he immediately took the willow branch and said with a smile: "Peach Blossom Girl's beauty, if I don't accept it, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing?" Thank you Peach Blossom Girl, Wang is deeply honored. ”

The literati who stood in the way were so angry that some even snorted and gasped, but Wang Chuan didn't care at all. In front of him, Mr. Yang looked happy, and that was enough. As the head catcher of the six doors, Wang Zhukuai knows his position very well, his top boss is Mr. Yang, as for these literati in front of him, no matter how famous the official is, he has nothing to do with himself. I just obeyed the heart of the general arrester, and these people in front of me can't control Yang Zongzhuo, why should I look at their faces? And they still see themselves as unhappy, and they make them even more unhappy, isn't that the coolest thing?

Wang Chuan fully carried forward the spirit of stirring up, which made the minds of the literati depressed, and made Mr. Yang happy.

The prostitutes on Flower Street who followed the scholars quietly threw flattering eyes at Wang Chuan, but unlike Little Peach Blossom, they had to take into account the mood of the people next to them, only quietly, and did not dare to be too public. Wang Chuan stirred a stick to the end, so that a trick "one stroke of the way to give back to the other", where to pick up the flattering eyes, where to throw back, for a while the crowd of eyes flying wildly, no matter how blind the literati were, they also saw that Wang Chuan and these flower street women were wrong, and they were disgusted.

"Unorthodox, huh!"

Someone finally couldn't stand it, and the DPRK and South Korea gave up their hands and said, "Mr. Han walks slowly, I'm ashamed to be in the company of these shameless white dings, don't go first!" He turned around and waved away.

Wang Chuan bowed to the man's back and said, "Six doors Bai Ding Gong sent Mr. Huajie." "That man is not good at speaking to himself, and there is a great contempt for himself in his words, and he will naturally not be reconciled with him, so he will first put on his hat and wear it. It's a pity that the name of Flower Street is not good, if it is called Green Hat Street, then this hat will be more refreshing.

The man paused, then snorted again, and the faster he walked, as if he were on a clockwork. The faces of the people who saw them off became darker and darker.

Mr. Yang was in a better mood, and laughed: "I am a son in the door, running around for the safety of the people in Beijing all day long, and I am the king who patrols the streets all day long, close to the township, is kind to people, guards one side, and is loved by others, which is a matter of course." I don't know if we work hard, but we don't need to be so small-bellied, right? It's a shame to be like this for all of you! ”

This is straightforward and superficial, extremely subjective, and very Yang Zong's style. If it were any other time, it would have been so difficult to find the door by the literati who are used to chewing words. But now, because of Wang Chuan's incident, none of the scholars took Mr. Yang's words.

Han Tong tried his best to ignore Mr. Yang's words, looked directly at Wang Chuan, and said, "Although this Wang Zhukuai is in the six gates, he can attract the favor of the Peach Blossom Girl and other girls, and he must also be an elegant person." Han Mou used six peach blossom poems in exchange for the peach blossom girl's parting gift of willows, but he didn't know what good poems Wang Zhukuai could have, in order to repay the friendship of the little peach blossom and the willow? ”

Mr. Yang's face changed all of a sudden, and he was about to speak, but Xiao Peach Blossom took a step forward and said, "Mr. Han, don't embarrass Wang Zhu." Wang Zhukuai works weekdays, and he takes care of him in the flower street, and Xiao Peach Blossom respects Wang Zhukuai as a person, and also respects Mr. Han's poems. Wang Zhukuai is not a person who accompanies poetry, so naturally there is no need to reply to me with poetry. Little Peach Blossom listened to Wang Zhu's quick thanks, and it was enough. These words were already clearly biased towards Wang Chuan, and everyone present heard it. Han Tong's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became more and more unkind.

Of course, as a scholar, Han Tong would not be uncomfortable with Wang Chuan, a young junior in the six doors—at least not on the surface. Han Tong's face and eyes flashed, he sighed and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm a college gentleman, and it really shouldn't be okay to go and deal with a small catcher." ”

The words are humble, but there are many meanings outside the words - this means that he and Wang Chuan are not of the same grade, and they can't worry about Wang Chuan. Wang Chuan twitched the corners of his eyes when he heard this, and thought about the wicker whip in his hand, so he couldn't stop for a moment, his heart moved, he smiled slightly, and played his tongue again: "So that Mr. Han knows that the kid also had some poetic talents back then, and he was favored by many private school gentlemen in Beijing, and he wanted to accept the kid as a disciple." However, the kid just wanted to do things, and he didn't like to read poetry, so he didn't go to a private school to study, but went to the Six Doors Martial Arts Academy. Later, he broke into the six doors, and the villain was dedicated to the stability of Beijing, running around all day long, and there was nothing else to think about, this poetic tone, so he fed the dogs. This is a poem, the kid is really not as good as you. ”

Han Tong and the faces of everyone who saw them off changed. These people are all characters who linger in the flower street, and the poems and songs are the most masterful, and Wang Chuan's sentence "a poetic feed to the dog" can be described as heart-wrenching for them.

However, Wang Chuan knows that this group of scholars are good at fighting for the benefits of their tongues, and they are overwhelmed by these words, how can they allow others to fight for them? Immediately bowed his hand to Mr. Yang and said, "Lord Chief, we have to take care of ourselves, but we were stopped by a group of people led by you for so long a day before we left Beijing, and it was really delayed." ”

"So what the are you waiting for? Official business matters, no matter what we do, hurry up and get on the horse and hurry! ”

Mr. Yang glared, and after saying this, he muttered quietly, "This kid, why is he a fucking thief at all times?" ”

Why don't you understand what it means? Immediately led the order to get on the horse, and the dragon catcher gave an order: "Go!" And they marched in together.

Xiliang's horses were tall and fierce, and as soon as they moved, this group of people who stopped in the road did not dare to stand at all, and avoided them on both sides. The dragon catches the head first, Wang Chuan blends into the crowd to catch fast, and the horses gallop past, waving a faint smoke and dust.

Wang Chuan turned his head and saw that inside the thin smoke and dust, Han Tong's face was completely black, and he was extremely happy. Pretending to be forced to run, it makes people hold back their anger and find a place, this kind of thing is really fucking cool!

The crowd galloped wildly while talking about the long pavilion, and they were all laughing.

"Hahahaha, Brother Xiao Wang is really powerful, just with this mouth, it has increased Mr. Yang's face, and when we come back, Mr. Yang will not be able to reward you well!"

"Hey! You don't know this, you look at Lao Wang's majesty in the eyes of the sisters in Huajie, presumably he is much happier than Mr. Yang on weekdays, why do you need Mr. Yang's reward? Let's just say that little peach blossom, tsk tsk, that's really a flower street, I really don't know how Lao Wang hooked up, and sent Liu Xiangliu to stay. ”

Wang Chuan felt like he was back in the capital again, and he was being laughed at by his colleagues in Beijing. He endured the feeling of wanting to scare people, thinking about something, and after a while, he finally figured out some joints, couldn't help but pat his thigh, and said:

"I'll just say it! This little peach blossom is really a scheming! ”