"Color!"

"Color!"

"Color!"

Whether it was a fair-faced Xiucai wearing Confucian clothes, or a businessman with a big belly and wearing silk, they all stood up and cheered loudly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded at the right time, and all the handsome, graceful and well-dressed maids entered the venue in turn with food utensils, these maids were not only graceful and graceful, but also had a soft voice, shuttling between the lifters, and a glass of wine was put from the upstream.

Situ Xing looked at these maids although they had a humble status and deliberately welcomed them, but their words and deeds were down-to-earth and generous, and at first glance they were well-educated, not comparable to ordinary women.

Official prostitute!

The Daqian Dynasty would exile the sons of the guilty ministers, and the daughters of the guilty ministers would be reduced to slavery and official prostitutes.

Each Xiucai can naturally find the difference between the maids, and they all let go of their reserve, pushing the cup and changing it.

When I drank to a happy place, some people improvised poems, hoping to win a smile from the beautiful woman.

It would be great if the maid could recommend a pillow mat and have a little affair happening.

Because of the participation of the maids, the atmosphere of the whole poetry club suddenly became relaxed.

Situ knew that these were just appetizers, and the poetry fighting session in the poetry meeting was the climax.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

The literati are light, and the warriors are heavy.

Fu Juren sat upright, talented and amorous, the scholar was romantic, and flirted with the beautiful maid, in his opinion, this was not a problem, but a kind of fun.

"Brother Situ, let me find it easily. ”

Huang Zicheng, who was wearing a scribe's shirt, with meat on his face, chubby as if it was a round ball, and smiled when he saw people open his mouth, walked straight to Situ Xing's side and sat down cross-legged, and some of his acquaintances picked up the wine glass on Situ Xing's copy and drank it heartily.

Xiucai, who was next to Situ Xing, saw Huang Zicheng sitting behind the copywriter, and stood up without hesitation, as if he was ashamed to be with him.

Huang Zicheng was not annoyed, but moved over there, his fat thighs fell cross-legged, and he leaned forward to make himself sit up more comfortably.

"You guy, don't go to the prostitute, it's not that the flowers are getting charming and lost the path, but you come to the poetry club. ”

Situ Xing looked at Huang Zicheng, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, but he was not forgiving at all, and said mockingly.

Huang Zicheng is a wonderful flower in Zhibei County, and he is also a wonderful person, a scholarly family, and his father is a famous Confucian, but after he obtained a Xiucai degree, he did not want to forge ahead, lingered in the place of the hook column every day, and did poetry and articles every day, just to fight for a smile.

Many scholars regarded him as a scum and a disgrace in the literary world, and they jointly went to study politics several times to cut off his reputation.

Situ Xing didn't have much hostility towards him, but thought that he had the style of Du Mu in another time and space. Du Mu once dreamed of Yangzhou in ten years, and wrote in his arms: The dream of Yangzhou in ten years won the name of Qinglou Bo Xing.

Du Mu also once lingered in the place of Goulan, because of his outstanding literary talent, many Qing officials and Oiran recommended pillow seats, thus winning the name of Bo Xing.

Although Huang Zicheng does not have the talent of Du Mu, he has the ambition of Du Mu. even cited Situ as his lifelong confidant, and often brought a few glasses of wine to him.

"The flowers are gradually becoming charming, it is really a good poem, although it is only half a que, it is already enough to see that it is good, those who know me, Brother Situ also. ”

Huang Zicheng's eyes were confused, chewed carefully for a while, shook his head, and said with some intoxication.

"Brother Situ, what a talent. Can you give the other que, let Zicheng have a sneak peek. ”

"Take your big fat hands away. ”

Situ Xing slapped off Huang Zicheng's fat hand stretched out, and said with some disgust.

"Hey, hey. ”

Huang Zicheng didn't think it was a pestle, his face was shy, and he smiled a little flatteringly.

"The article is made by nature, and it is a clever hand. ”

Just thinking of this. ”

Situ didn't want to be in the limelight, so he said a little clumsily.

"The article is made by nature, and it is a clever hand. ”

Huang Zicheng's eyes lit up suddenly, smashed his mouth, and drank three cups in a row with some excitement, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and there was an indescribable transparency throughout his body.

"It's really better to listen to your words than to read for ten years. ”

When the maid next to her heard this, she looked at Si Tuxing with a little confusion. It wasn't until he accidentally spilled the wine out of the wine bottle that he suddenly woke up, looking at Situ Xing's smiling expression, his face instantly seemed to be covered with a red cloth.

"Miss's name?"

Situ Xing's heart was playful, and he asked with a somewhat frivolous expression.

The maid didn't expect Situ to be so bold, her face was even more red, and she lowered her head and whispered in the voice of flies and mosquitoes.

"Young. ”

"Young... ”

Situ Xing dipped his fingers in the wine, and after writing on the case, he asked in a low voice, but these two words.

The maid is also literate, and when she saw that Si Tu's words were horizontal and vertical, she couldn't help nodding shyly. The color of joy in his eyes was heavier.

"Flee and scorch. What a name, what a name. ”

Situ Xing picked up the wine bottle in front of him, drank it dry, and said with some admiration.

The maid's cheeks were red, her hands were on her cheeks, and she felt an indescribable heat. Huang Zicheng, who was watching, laughed secretly.

"It's really good poetry, good poetry. ”

The maid called Xiao Xiao lowered her head a little shyly, carefully filled the wine bottle for Situ Xing, and finally stood beside Situ Xing without caring for the others.

"Who doesn't know in Zhibei County, who doesn't know, Brother Huang's wandering flowers is the real win of the Qinglou Bo Xingfa. ”

Situ said with some teasing.

The chubby Huang Zicheng didn't care about Si Tu's ridicule, put down the wine cup, and casually touched the wine on his mouth with the palm of his fleshy hand. With a look of enjoyment on his face, he leaned in front of Situ and whispered a little mysteriously:

"Those who know me, Brother Situ, Sage Kong once said, chromophobia. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

"Go aside. ”

Situ Xing pushed Huang Zicheng a little funny.

"But the drinks here are really good!"

Situ Xing picked up the wine cup, took a sip, his eyes suddenly lit up, and whispered to Huang Zicheng.

"That's natural, these wines are 10 years old, and you can't drink them at all. ”

Huang Zicheng secretly gave Situ Xingshu a thumbs up, and the two looked at the people around them who were talking and chanting poems, and picked up the wine cup in front of the table very tacitly, and drank another glass.

Situ sat at the end of the seat, the remote corner has never attracted attention, and the roots of his ears are rare and pure.

Huang Zicheng's reputation is even worse, and he doesn't want to be discovered, so he naturally can't ask for it.

refused the maid's service, Situ Xing and Huang Zicheng pushed the cup and changed the lamp. They drank happily, and by the time the others noticed them, there were more than half of the drinks on the running water.

Situ Xing drank cup after cup, and the poetry meeting was just halfway through, and he was a little drunk. Simply open your clothes and let the cool breeze blow.

Huang Zicheng sweated slightly on his head, and he kept fanning his clothes, trying to make himself cooler.