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Jin Yiwei's two good friends, Wu Bin and Du Shuangyu, are discussing whether to help or not, and what benefits can be obtained if they help Bai Minghe.

Suddenly, there was a shocking cheer throughout the poem.

The two looked into the lake, a team of boats were rowing over, and Bai Minghe was standing at the bow of the boat with a bamboo flute, and was constantly clenching his fists to the shore in return.

The boat behind stopped, and only one boat sent the white crane to the pavilion.

The whole garden was silent when the white crane stepped on the shore with one foot, and there was only the breeze of the spring night and a slight sound.

Bai Minghe hugged his fist again: "I Guanzhong Bai Minghe, although I can't offer poetry to you tonight, since tonight is talking about the wind and snow, then I, Bai Minghe, will send everyone a good memory, tonight you will be worthwhile!" ”

Many people applauded loudly, and what they had to look forward to more was that the white crane had spent almost an hour to make these ** celebrities create a miracle, not to mention that there was also the capital Oiran who had shown enough talent before, which can be said to have shocked the scholars of Zhuozhou.

Shira-naka sat back in his seat.

Among the eight boats, the curtain of one boat was opened, and a young man who was also popular in Zhuozhou sat on the bow of the boat: "Bai Gongzi tells a story, a song, and a song." This song is sung twice, and the little girl is honored to present this story to all the sons first. "With that, stand up and salute.

Stories, storytelling!

Many people are stunned, can a story make tonight an unforgettable memory?

"In other words, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the evil officials were in charge, and the people were not happy......

The young man spoke, whether he was interested or not, it was quiet, the poem would tell a story, if it was interesting, it would not hurt, at least the white crane was also made for everyone.

The literati of the Ming Dynasty are still very personable, at least in the early Ming Dynasty.

"In Lanruo Temple, Ning Gongzi has just laid out a mat and is ready to rest, a woman in red, her muscles reflect the glow, her feet are thin bamboo shoots, and she looks like she looks beautiful during the day."

At this point, many people in the poetry club are fantasizing about the woman's appearance.

Naturally, the story should be continued:

The woman smiled and said: "The moonlit night is sleepless, I wish Xiuyan is good." Ning Zhengrong said: "I am afraid of people's words; A slight misstep will be a shameful mourning. Nuyun: "The ignorant of the night." "Rather aggressive. The female patrol has words. Ning Qi: "Go quickly!" Otherwise, when Hu Nan is born, he knows. "If a woman is afraid, she will retreat. Go outdoors and return to the bedding with a gold collar. Ning threw the court and said: "Unrighteous things, defile my bag!" The woman was ashamed, out, and she said to herself: "This man should be an iron stone." ”

At this time, the mood in the field changed a little.

Some people are saying that this woman is shameless, and some people are saying that they feel sorry for Ning Caichen. There are more but praise Ning Caichen for his high righteousness!

But the girl Dao Gu said: "This girl, I'm afraid of non-people!" ”

The woman on the boat continued to tell the story: "Less than three steps away, Ning Caichen thought in his heart: The woman is full of makeup, and she is not suspicious of her ghosts, but she is suspected of being an immortal!" ”

How many sons are regretting the loss of a beloved, and suddenly such a turn of events naturally leads people to shout.

"Good sentence, suspected of being an immortal! When the float is white! Suddenly, someone shouted on the shore, and then poured a bottle of wine directly, this shout, which was exactly what many men thought at this time.

Even Yang Buwu, who didn't like the white crane, was immersed in that fantasy.

But Sun Yuanjun scolded with a smile: "I, my husband, have really changed my cup." ”

The women were fighting again.

But the plot advances, when it comes to the cruelty of grandma and the helplessness of Xiaoqian, many people are scolding, but what they are scolding is Dayuan Wudao, which makes the world full of demons.

Bai Minghe smiled slightly, this atmosphere is very good.

This story was originally told at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I was in the Ming Dynasty, so naturally I can't say that the Ming Dynasty is dark. And scolding the Yuan Dynasty is also conducive to what he will do next.

The story completely attracted the people in the poetry club, when Ning Caichen knew that Xiaoqian was a ghost and not a human. The woman telling the story stopped suddenly.

At this time, no one urged him. Whether it was in the pavilion, or in the flower shed, or by the lake, everyone couldn't bear to hear Ning Caichen leave Xiaoqian. But people and ghosts are vast, and if they are not separated, what can they do?

The piano sounds! The curtains on the other two boats were raised, and one played the harp, while the other woman sang loudly:

Ten miles of flat lake frost sky, inch by inch of green silk sorrowful year. Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

It's a good sentence to envy only mandarin ducks and not immortals!

Drunk, countless people are drunk, not because of the wine, but because of this poem.

In the flower shed, the women were completely stunned.

Even Sun Yuanjun didn't expect that his husband would make such a shocking sentence.

Yan Chixia is now, fighting demons, saving Xiaoqian, and finally becoming a family!

The cheers in the whole garden are higher and higher, not only because of this perfect ending, but because it makes people feel happy, kill evil, save good, isn't this the way of Confucianism?

"Everyone, please raise your glass. This cup respects the heroes of the world, in order to drive out the heroes and martyrs of China and restore the Tatars, and respect me for the Ming Dynasty! ”

The toast of the white crane led the garden to a new **.

Not only Yang Buwu, but at least a dozen scholars at this time have labeled Bai Minghe as a fame and reputation, which is to put it lightly, which is also a flattering move. It is the shame of the Ming scholars, but the Ming Dynasty will never make poems that praise the merits of the imperial court.

Bai Minghe himself knows that what he sings is not the imperial court, but the heroes who died on the battlefield.

The white crane burst into tears, and couldn't help shedding two lines of tears.

In the modern era of his life, he took his goods to some countries, where he was also a Chinese customer, but he was discriminated against like a fourth-class citizen.

This qiē is like a sharp blade in the heart.

After drinking a full glass of wine, Bai Minghe nodded heavily at the boats.

The song "A Chinese Ghost Story" was first sung by a local woman in Zhuozhou, and the poignant music, with a sad voice, made many people cry.

At the end of the song, another singer stood at the bow of the boat.

It was Shira's luck, because the singer had been sold from the south, and she still remembered the accent of her hometown. A song that the people present couldn't understand, but it was even more moving, almost close to the original version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" that Bai Minghe had heard in later generations, appeared in Daming and Zhuozhou City.

Just when countless people were intoxicated with the singing, Bai Minghe quietly pulled Sun Yuanjun away.

Out of the garden, the white crane noticed that this pulled one, and even held another one. A little Dao Gu actually held Sun Yuanjun's hand all the time, and she never let go at all, but she was pulled out of the garden by herself.

"Husband, why are you leaving?" Sun Yuanjun came back to his senses when he got out of the garden, and asked anxiously.

"Will this not go, will it be able to go for a while? It's strange that these people don't surround me, of course, if you want to take a girl who washes her feet, we'll go back. Bai Minghe was afraid that Sun Yuanjun would not leave, so he specifically mentioned the girl who washed her feet.

The girl who washes her feet, this represents the Oiran of the capital.

"Let's go!" Sun Yuanjun held the white crane with one hand and the beautiful little Taoist aunt with the other, trotting all the way.

A sentence of envy of mandarin ducks and not immortals is enough to intoxicate countless women, even if it is not a swan song, it is also the level of a famous sentence.

Run, run. Don't let that shitty woman get entangled.

As the white crane said, when the talented women and talents in the garden came back to their senses, they couldn't find the white crane. Countless people shouted that it was a pity, you must know that the three-day poetry meeting, one day is higher than the other, and tomorrow, many people are afraid that they will not be qualified to come in again.

On the last day, the prefect and the school will also attend.

At that time, I am afraid that the number of people who can be qualified to come in will only be one-third of what they are now, or even less.

It was late at night, Sun Yuanjun directly pulled the girl Dao Gu into his room, and when he saw the door closed, Bai Minghe's face twitched, and he scolded in his heart: What is this, what is the origin of that Dao Gu.

I was about to knock on the door to ask for clarification, but I saw something falling on the ground.

Pick it up, but it is made of stainless steel boxy and a thing, and then look carefully, it is like a Rubik's Cube in later generations, but the ordinary Rubik's Cube in later generations is nine pieces per face, but this one is sixteen pieces.

This Rubik's cube is not distinguished by color, but by pattern.

While Bai Minghe was staring at the Rubik's Cube, the lights in Sun Yuanjun's house had been extinguished. Bai Minghe shook his head helplessly and went back to his house, holding the Rubik's Cube in his hand and constantly flipping.

In later modern times, this thing is known as the fourth-order Rubik's Cube. Bai Minghe is a third-order master, and the fourth-order Rubik's Cube is barely okay. You must know that the fourth-order Rubik's Cube is very difficult to crack, and its variation is as much as 7,400 times 10 to the 45th power.

This Rubik's Cube evokes the memories of the white crane for the afterlife, and naturally he can't put it down.

Whether it is the third order, or the fourth order, or even the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth order Rubik's cubes that are played, no matter how many changes there are, there is always a truth, or a public announcement that can be calculated.

What Bai Minghe didn't know was that the beautiful girl Daogu was mad in the room because she messed with her secret treasure box.