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In the Ruyi Building, Yu Zixuan glanced at all kinds of people in the hall, the consumption specifications here are relatively high, and ordinary people rarely come in, and those who work as coolies at the passenger terminal are at most to vent in the alley.

I can be regarded as an upper-middle class consumer group! Yu Zixuan was secretly self-conscious, a little complacent.

"Hey, Zixuan, what are you doing, come and make this cup together." Mo Siming's weak cheeks flushed slightly, picked up the wine glass, patted Yu Zixuan's arm and said.

What do you see? It's all fish in the cup, you know?

Yu Zixuan was a little helpless, the two girls next to you were accompanied, why did you always come to irrigate me?

"That's it, what's wrong with Zixuan today? Don't you think the wine in this Ruyi Building is not fragrant enough? How can I see that you don't look interested. ”

Please, I'm really not used to drinking this kind of wine, it seems that I have to think about it another day and get that liquor out.

"Zheng ......"

As he was talking, a melodious piano sound sounded upstairs, and everyone put down their wine glasses, and the noise and frolicking in the hall fell silent.

The sound of the piano is tactful and low, like a drizzle hitting a plantain, and it is still in my ears when I listen carefully.

From high to low, there seems to be a trace of sadness in the sound of the piano, and it seems to be a little confused, helplessness about life, don't ask Yu Zixuan how he knows, because this is all his blind guess.

"This sound is really wonderful."

"It's a pity that I haven't seen the flower girl in person for a few days."

After the song was played, someone stood up and shouted, "Hurry up and ask Miss Xihua to come out and drink with the master, so that the master can see if it is really so good-looking, if it is really so beautiful, the silver is easy to say." ”

Hmph, vulgar, vulgar and unbearable. Chen Qi glanced at this person with disdain, his eyes full of disgust.

The old bustard walked over with a smile, "This lord, Ruyi Lou has the rules of Ruyi Building, and the flower girl only plays music, but she will not come down to accompany the wine." ”

Seeing that the man wanted to have a seizure, his eyes rolled, and he said: "Of course, if this master composes a poem, the girl who cherishes the flowers is happy, and the cherished flowers will definitely welcome the master into the door and serve alone, and when the time comes, he will not take a penny." ”

This person muttered a few words, sooner or later, he didn't have to come out to pick up customers, what kind of pretending to be high? But he didn't dare to really offend Ruyi Building.

However, some people took the opportunity to coax, "Since you want to compose a poem, hurry up and come up with the question, don't hang your appetite." ”

"yes, yes."

"Hurry up, I'm tired of waiting."

The old bustard's smile did not decrease, "Don't worry, don't worry, the flower girl will come up with the question later." ”

Mo Siming said: "Zixuan is afraid that he doesn't know yet, this Ruyi Building has broken the rules, and he has to compose poems to see the girl who cherishes the flowers, it's strange, I can't touch it or see it, and the people who come here are much more lively than the Rouge Building." ”

Yu Zixuan secretly felt a little funny, isn't this the hunger marketing and hype of later generations?

What do you mean by a certain sentence? Men are all cheap bones, they can't see clearly, and they want more if they can't touch them.

These thresholds have raised the girl's value, and it looks like she is upstairs and not so vulgar. This person, most of them are people who sell their fame and reputation, and in order to show their identity in the future, they are different from ordinary piao customers, so they don't compete to come to this Ruyi Building?

"Why don't Brother Siming be like that Chen Qi and ask someone to write a poem for you?" Yu Zixuan said strangely.

"I, Mo Siming, disdain to do such things." There was an uninhibited look on his face, as if he had insulted his personality.

Yu Zixuan secretly said that he was surprised, tsk, can't you see that you Mo Siming is still a piao guest with pursuits, morals and principles?

As if they knew Mo Siming for the first time, the three of them raised their glasses one after another, "Brother Siming is noble and virtuous, brother admires, come on, let's drink this cup together." ”

At this time, a little maid in green came out of the upper floor and sang: "Ladies and gentlemen, my young lady said that there is still no limit to the theme today, and you can play at will." ”

After a while, a few more little maids came out with pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and walked over one table after another.

Looking at a group of sons in the hall frowning and thinking, the old bustard smiled even more happily, after a few days of hype, even if Ruyi Building really has a foothold in Anyang, in the future, when others talk about which Qinglou in Anyang is the best, others will definitely say that it is Ruyi Building without hesitation.

As for cherishing flowers? It's nothing more than a tool to throw bricks and lead jade, and it is good to have good poems, although there is less money to comb in, but the reputation has also spread. Even if no one really makes a good poem at the time, the one with the highest price can get it, and it won't suffer anyway.

For those people around the son-in-law who helped to compose poems, the old bustard pretended not to see, Ruyilou wanted fame and silver, but it was not an examination room for academic examinations, and it was too reluctant to ask those son-in-law brothers to compose poems in a serious way.

There are not a few people who ask people to compose poems like Chen Qi, and only after about half an hour will everyone turn in their poems.

Chen Qi didn't forget to cast a provocative gaze, and Mo Siming was furious.

"His grandmother's, what are you proud of, and she looks like she is determined to win." Mo Siming said annoyedly.

"Brother Siming, really want to suppress that Chen Qi's majesty?" Yu Zixuan asked with a smile.

Mo Siming's eyes widened and asked happily, "Zixuan, are you really going to spend double the silver, please ask Sun Xiucai to make another song?" ”

I've got a lot of brains! Yu Zixuan really wanted to slap this guy to death, his mind was full of what, not to mention that he didn't want to waste that money, even if he really spent double the silver, then Sun Xiucai would definitely not agree.

Why? People were invited by Chen Qi for money, and the scholars are a little high, it is already rare for you to let him come to the Qinglou to help people compose poems for the silver, and you still want him to get a double salary, isn't that a slap in the face?

Yu Zixuan didn't bother to explain, stretched out his index finger, hooked the chin of the girl next to him, and gently pinched it a few times.

Tsk, it feels pretty good.

When the girl turned from shame to anger, she put her mouth to her ear and asked softly, "Weiwei, do you know how to write?" ”

"Writing?"

My sister's poses are all set, you let me do this?

Weiwei was called over to serve Yu Zixuan before, and she was still very happy in her heart, she was young and golden, and she was good-looking.

But Yu Zixuan never did anything to her, and she didn't even look at her, she was not as lustful as rumored, and she secretly resented.

I'm afraid that if you don't open your mouth, it's good if you are willing to open your mouth, Wei Wei's eyes were shining, and she replied delicately: "I don't know what Yu Gongzi wants to write as a slave?" ”

Yu Zixuan leaned over and whispered. Wei Wei only felt that the roots of her ears were tickled by the heat, and after a while, she was shocked by the poem spoken by Yu Zixuan, and covered her mouth with one hand.

Yu Gongzi is so thoughtful, I am afraid that I want to ...... Thinking of this, Wei Wei's eyes became even more resentful.

Chen Qi looked at a few people disdainfully, hummed, and pretended. In terms of learning, you can't even compare to your brother, let alone compose poetry, even if you can't memorize a few words.

At that time, the only one who can become the guest of the flower girl is himself, and he is still very confident in Sun Xiucai's talent.

However, when Wei Wei wrote this poem, Mo Siming's eyes at Yu Zixuan at the table changed.