The family didn't drink well, Bailiyun didn't talk much, and Cheng Chumo was a little troubled. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thinking of Qin Qiong's instructions, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and an idea.

"Come on, come on, what's the point of drinking stuffy wine at home, let's go out and drink!" Cheng Chumo clapped his palms and shouted.

Baoqing said casually: "Yes, yes, Baolin and I saw that Liu San's guy opened a painting boat by the river for entertainment, Brother Qingyang, you don't plan to take us to open a meat restaurant, this is your industry, borrow a light!" Then he saw Cheng Chumo's color, and without waiting for him to answer, he tacitly agreed with Baolin to set up a hundred miles of clouds and go out.

Of course, they weren't drunk yet, knowing that the Baili Yun family couldn't leave the front door now, and the four of them quietly slipped out of the back door under the guidance of Cheng Chumo.

Speaking of this painting boat, it is not the attention of Bailiyun, although he comes from later generations, well-informed, but this period of time is not in the mood to be in charge at all, all of them are operated by Yaozu, the old fritter, this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, he fancy the business opportunities, the novelty of the painting boat is the most favored. Especially now that Bailiyun is like this, he also wants to take the opportunity to make some fresh excitement and ask Bailiyun to relax.

After coming back, he immediately set out to ask Xiaoliu to follow him and start to operate, and smashed a lot of silver down, and the work of ten days was neat.

Of course, he knew that Bailiyun was more disgusted with places like brothels in Qinglou, so he didn't want prostitutes, but just got some grass platform teams, and bought a few talented girls who could blow the flute and play with the moon and chant poetry. Traffickers have been buying for nothing for decades, and they haven't put it down now!

With these people, take out the set of things in Baiwei Building and the chess and card room, and make it more high-end, not afraid that no one will come!

High-end, atmospheric, high-grade! When it first opened, the Spring and Autumn Painting Boat was very popular.

The flow of people is like a tide, and countless VIPs are received every day, no way, in Chang'an City, where bricks can kill two court officials, the most important thing is the rich people, and the most important thing for the rich is the time to consume!

Of course, this is just a general event, and the climax of the Spring and Autumn Painting Boat is the auction meeting every evening, where a large number of precious collectibles and playthings are auctioned every day. This was originally an idea of Baili Yun, and he wanted to have a suitable venue to get it in the future, so this time Yaozu directly moved it in advance.

The effect is not bad, human beings have a heart of comparison, in this kind of gathering of rich people, fighting for wealth is the most effective means of fame, in the eyes of these people who do not treat money as money, the fame that can be obtained with money is really cost-effective!

However, after five days of hard work, the net profit of the Spring and Autumn Painting Workshop was more than double the profit of Baiwei Building, and this is still just opened, and it will continue to rise in the future.

Bailiyun was pulled into the Spring and Autumn Painting Workshop by them in a daze, and the little guy in charge saw that his master was coming, and he immediately became excited and hurriedly led the way.

The private rooms were all arranged by Yaozu a long time ago, and all the services were at the highest level, giving Cheng Chumo, the three brothers, a comfortable drunken dream, but they even forgot about business, and only cared about drinking and farting!

Looking at the glitzy scene in front of him, thinking of what happened to him, and Xie Xiaoyue, who he would never see again, Bailiyun suddenly felt sad and remembered Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell" in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"The cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival. Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to! ”

"Yangliu'an, Xiaofeng Wanyue, Xiaoyue, Xie Xiaoyue......" Bailiyun muttered to himself, losing himself for a while. In a trance, I picked up the pen and ink on the desk, dipped it in ink, and calmly wrote the second half on the wall!

When I walked to the window, I was blown by the autumn wind, and I suddenly woke up halfway.

Turned around and looked at the three of Cheng Chumo, who were indulging in themselves, shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and left silently: "I can't go back again!" ”

After getting out of the painting boat, I asked for a boat from the little guy, repelled the little guy who wanted to follow, and slowly rowed the boat in the river with the oars.

The oars entered the water, waving in circles, and the reflected moonlight seemed a little erratic.

In the distance, rows of willow trees along the shore swayed in the wind in the light of the ship's fire. It's a pity that this is not the afterlife, there is a curfew in Chang'an City, and there is no light around here except for the lights of the painting boat, which is inevitably gloomy!

When he was close to the coast, Bailiyun seemed to hear someone shouting, but it was not real, because his mind was still a little unconscious, and he was always drunk, and it was inevitable that there would be some sequelae in a wine vat like him.

What does it matter to me? Shaking his head, he didn't pay attention to it, whether it was someone or he heard it wrong, he didn't plan to care, his own woman couldn't be saved, where did he have the leisure to go to others!

Bailiyun was stunned for a moment, thinking of Xie Xiaoyue, his face suddenly became a little gloomy, if it wasn't for him being a day late, if it wasn't for no one to stop him, how could the flower-like life dissipate so much!

After a turn of thought, he changed his mind, Xie Xiaoyue was dead, and he didn't want the same thing to happen in front of his eyes once, even if that person didn't know each other. It seemed to soothe him, as if it were redemption!

But he was in a trance now, and he wasn't quite sure he actually heard the sound.

Then sober and sober!

Bent down, he directly held a handful of river water and slapped it on his face, the cold and biting river water at night violently stimulated his skin, and the strength of the wine subsided a little at once, and the internal force was running, forcing out all the remaining wine.

Wiped the cold water off his face and listened, sure enough, he really heard it right, someone was indeed calling for help, and, listening to the voice, it seemed to be for the girl.

Baili Yun followed the reputation, and sure enough, she saw a shadow trembling under the willow tree by the river, and in front of her, two people with knives were approaching.

"Don't be afraid, girl, I'm here!" Bailiyun immediately shouted, hoping to give her some comfort and at the same time deter the two bandits.

Under the moonlight, the shadow was stunned when she heard the sound, and quickly brushed aside the willow branches that blocked her eyes, revealing a pretty face, looking at him excitedly.

Bailiyun's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the oars were crushed.

The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. At this point, he remembered the poem again.

That's ...... (To be continued.) )