Xiao Taohua's daily contact with the literati and elegant people, that is, Mr. Yang, in the atmosphere of the Rouge poetry of Flower Street, he can't do anything evil. Just like Han Tong was forced by Wang Chuan to pretend to be forced to run and not play cards according to the routine and couldn't get off the stage, Xiao Taohua couldn't resist Wang Chuan's sudden self.

"I am on official business, so it is inconvenient to talk about it for a long time. When does Peach Blossom Girl want to practice this trick, just come to me. ”

Wang Chuan saw that Little Peach Blossom was silent for a long time, smiled indifferently, and turned away. Leaving the little peach blossom immersed in the wall shadow bypassing by the sun, looking at Wang Chuan's back with a gloomy expression.

After a long time, Xiao Peach Blossom logged into the sedan chair, took out the things in the sedan chair, and said to the sedan chair man: "Trouble two, I won't go to the slave house this time." ”

The two sedan chair drivers were also fortunate to listen to the conversation between the flying slasher Wang Zhukuai and the peach blossom poem, and took the money to carry the sedan chair away, and the two looked at each other, their eyes full of gossip.

"Jianghu warriors, it's really vulgar."

Xiao Peach waited for the sedan chair man to go away, then whispered a word and returned to Qinghefang from the small door.

Wang Chuan quickly caught up with his colleagues, and was teased by one or two sisters on the road. After keeping up with the pace of his colleagues, he was inevitably laughed at by his colleagues.

Luo Ming sighed: "Lao Wang, you went out of Beijing and returned to Beijing, and it was really extraordinary. When he left Beijing, he left a sycophant for Han Tong Lao'er to eat, and he also picked up the corner of the old man's wall, and when he came back, he continued to hook up again. The little lotus at home is enough for you to eat, you are not satisfied, and now you will grab the little peach blossom to eat, can you afford it? ”

Wang Chuan glanced at Luo Ming and said, "Can you eat it, can you try it?" In Chenggu County, Chengzhou, he wrote "Chrysanthemum Baojian", Wang Chuan's words became more and more self-explanatory, and Luo Ming really couldn't stand it.

Listening to Wang Chuan's words, Luo Ming shuddered and didn't dare to say more. All colleagues also clamped the chrysanthemums one after another, and Wang Chuan's eyes were a little wrong.

After patrolling the streets, it is time to deal with the cases at hand. All the cases accumulated by Wang Chuan have been handed over to Liang Zhutou, and nothing is light. However, thanks to Liang Zhutou's care, no matter what Liang Zhutou did for what he did, Wang Chuan was reluctant or unwilling, and Wang Chuan always received a lot of favors from him. Back in the capital, Wang Chuan felt that he should still go to Liang Zhutou's mansion to visit Liang Zhutou, who was "seriously ill at home".

Now Liang Zhutou and Sister Bottle are grounded at home, the other is served by six doors and one pot, squatting in the prison of the Criminal Department and can't get out, they are in the same city, but they look at different ceilings, they are almost difficult to see, and they are afraid that they are extremely depressed.

Wang Chuan went to a small bookstore in Qinglong District and bought two books for Liang Zhutou, which could make Liang Zhutou talk about loneliness. Those two books carry a little edge ball, scratching left and right, like a cat's paw, sultry mood, just suitable for a lonely old man like Liang Zhutou.

In fact, Wang Chuan originally wanted to buy a few Fengyue Pavilion masterpieces. But the operation of the Fengyue Pavilion is really secretive, the buying and selling of works are all underground channels, Wang Chuan returned to the capital for the first time, and he was unable to dig out the hidden piles of the Fengyue Pavilion in Beijing, so it was difficult to buy.

He has a copy in his hand, but the text and drawings of "The Secret of One Word Gate" are extremely good, and its authors, Jianghu Baixiaosheng and Huajian Hou, were attacked by the spirit of their "Chrysanthemum Treasure", and they don't know if there will be psychological trauma. If that's the case, I'm afraid that this "Secret of One Word Door" will become the masterpiece of those two salty and wet bosses, which is very collectible, and Wang Chuan is reluctant to give it away.

Carrying two books to Liang Zhutou's mansion, as soon as he stepped into the threshold of the gate, Wang Chuan heard a sparse noise, and it was obvious that someone was rubbing mahjong in the room, and a table of cards was shuffled to a hula sound.

"Sister-in-law, can Liang catch the head?"

Wang Chuan entered the living room of Liang Zhutou's house, and saw a square table set up in the hall, and the wooden mahjong above the table had just been washed, and it was being crackled by four women.

The four women were having a good time, and no one paid attention to Wang Chuan coming in. Wang Chuan had to scream, and he sighed in his heart that mahjong was popular, and it was really good.

I think that all kinds of chess and cards were popular in the Shenzhou Dynasty, what Shuanglu leaf cards were the champions, and there were all kinds of patterns, but the first emperor brought mahjong into this world, from the palace to the capital, and from the capital to all over the world, in just ten years, it has become so popular that it squeezes other board games to the point that there is not much living space left, which is really amazing.

Now even the major gambling houses have special places for mahjong tables, and the popularity is the most popular.

Liang catcher woman hung a sword between her eyebrows, a face was still fierce, when she moved the dice, the pair of thick eyebrows flew with her gaze, like a flying sword controlled by the sword fairy of Shushan.

Hearing Wang Chuan's call, Mrs. Liang glanced up, looked down at the cards again, and said, "Yo, Xiao Wang is here." Didn't your little Lian'er come over? He said so, but his eyes had already stolen a glance at Wang Chuan, and he was slightly worried.

Wang Chuan said: "Chen Lian is at home, so she didn't come over." If Mrs. Liang wants her to play, I'll call her later. ”

Mrs. Liang's expression was relaxed, and the two sharp swords of Meiyu Sword were brightened.

"No, don't be, I'm just asking. We have enough table here, and Xiao Lian'er is just sitting and watching when she comes, which is not interesting. Call her another day. ”

Mrs. Liang sorted out the cards in front of her, and said to Wang Chuan, "Aren't you looking for my old Liang?" It's right in the back, so let's get there. It's hard to come back from Beijing, you have to talk to Lao Liang about it, he's at home these days, but it's stuffy. ”

It seems that Chen Lian is really a god of gambling in the field, and she is afraid of such a fierce Mrs. Liang.

Wang Chuan secretly exclaimed, he didn't expect that the little girl at home really had such a ability. Then I walked to the back room.

In that room, Liang Zhutou sat at the table, holding a brush to write and draw, not a sigh of mourning.

"What are you writing about, Liang Zhutou?"

Wang Chuan asked.

Liang Zhutou glanced at Wang Chuan, but he was not surprised, and said: "I also said that you will come to the ink for a few days, and you will come back the next day before you think about it." That's enough. I was bored and practiced calligraphy. It's just that the mood is not beautiful, and I pick up a pen to write, but I always don't write smoothly. Alas......"

"Liang Zhutou is not sulking. If you can't write smoothly, you just need to write later. ”

As Wang Chuan spoke, he took out the book, stuffed it into Liang Zhutou's hand, and said, "I have two books here, Liang Zhutou may be able to have a pastime." ”

Liang Zhutou looked at the cover of the title of the book, his face changed, and he reprimanded: "I am young, I don't know what words to read." What a shame! As he said this, he immediately stuffed the book into his arms in his hand, and his expression was serious and righteous.

Wang Chuan: "......"

Bah! It's endless! As soon as you look at the cover, you can know that this is a shameful book, and it is so serious. Who to see!

There's a kind of you don't put it in your arms!

Phew, old and old!