Yang Xiao was led by Xiaohuan to the second floor, ready to enter one of the rooms.

Many women are pointing fingers at Yang Xiao.

"Yo, this little brother is very handsome, sister, I like this kind of fresh! Little brother, tonight the second watch came to find my sister, my sister will accompany you for free for one night, how about it, this deal is not a loss!"

A bewitching woman holding a round fan, dressed very coquettishly and wearing heavy makeup, smiled at Yang Xiaolang.

"Fengyan, can you shut up, with your jerky technique, can you serve this little brother comfortably?"

"yes, let's be me, I'm a battle-hardened man who knows all kinds of postures. ”

Many women smiled at Yang Xiaolang.

Of course, the main reason why they teased Yang Xiao like this was because Yang Xiao got the hydrangea.

Regarding the teasing of this group of women, Yang Xiao was silent and still very indifferent.

On the contrary, it was Xiaohuan, but his cheeks were red with anger, and he yelled at the group of women: "Childe won't look for you!"

After speaking, she pulled Yang Xiao and entered the room.

As soon as I entered the room, a warm fragrance came to my face, which made people feel very comfortable.

And this fragrance is not a spice fragrance, but more like an aroma similar to body fragrance.

Yang Xiao looked around.

The room was very simple and neat, with a hint of warmth, and it was clear that this was a woman's boudoir.

In front, a screen was erected, and through this screen, Yang Xiao could faintly see the figure behind the screen.

It's very elegant, a perfect picture......

"Miss, it's this son!"

At this time, Xiaohuan walked forward, laughed like a bell, and said.

"Well, let's make tea for this son. ”

A soft, soft voice came from behind the screen, as if it had a power that could trap people in it.

"Childe, please take a seat. ”

Xiaohuan pulled Yang Xiao to sit down, and then made a cup of fragrant tea for Yang Xiao very well-behaved and skillful.

"Childe, please use it. ”

Xiaohuan said with a smile.

Yang Xiao naturally would not refuse Xiaohuan's kindness, so he picked up the teacup and took a small sip gently.

The taste of the tea begins to change in the mouth: first it is slightly astringent, then sweet, and finally aromatic......

"There is no doubt about turning the snow around Ou, and the fragrance of the teeth will also relieve fat!

Yang Xiao slurred his lips, and even if he was chanting a poem, he sighed.

When he was on earth, he had learned the tea ceremony for a few days, so he had memorized a lot of poems about tea.

"Oh, Childe is still proficient in poetry?"

At this time, a slightly surprised voice came from behind the screen, and asked softly.

There seemed to be a hint of surprise in the voice.

However, this question made Yang Xiao embarrassed.

Because the poem he just read was just memorized by him, and it was not his own poem at all!

Still proficient in the art of poetry?

Are you kidding!

So the next moment, Yang Xiao smiled and replied ambiguously: "It's okay." ”

However, after Yang Xiao finished speaking, the voice behind the screen really became a surprise, and asked softly: "I don't know if Gongzi knows, today's Eternal Continent advocates martial arts, and pays attention to strength, and everything else that has nothing to do with martial arts will be regarded as evil and crooked, useless and demonic ways, including the way of poetry." ”

"Yes. ”

Yang Xiao nodded.

The Eternal Continent advocates the respect of force, whoever has a hard fist is the king, and whoever is strong has power.

Therefore, in the eyes of most people, it is useless to write poetry and lyrics!

It's better to use this time to cultivate, only strong strength is king!

Because of this, the way of poetry and the way of tea tasting are declining more and more in this ancient continent, and there are fewer and fewer people who understand them.

At this time, there was a faint sigh from behind the screen, and said: "However, the world doesn't know that thousands of years ago, in the Ancient Continent, martial arts were not as prosperous as they are today, and at that time, the way of poetry was the mainstream of the Ancient Continent." ”

When Yang Xiao heard this, he just nodded and didn't say anything.

He knows that the women of Qinglou must be versatile if they want to sell their art or not their bodies.

It is normal for them to understand the way of these poems and the way of tea and wine.

However, he was very puzzled, what was this woman telling him to do?

"The human heart is not ancient, and the world is not ancient. ”

The soft voice came from behind the screen again: "Childe is proficient in the way of poetry, and today, the little girl is fortunate to meet Childe, and she is very pleased." ”

"Praise it. ”

Yang Xiao smiled, after all, these are not poems written by him......

"Childe's surname?"

After a moment of silence, the soft voice came from behind the screen.

"Yang. ”

Yang Xiao didn't hide anything at this time, and replied truthfully.

"Okay, Young Master Yang. ”

Speaking of this, the woman paused, and then a soft voice came again: "Young Master Yang, the little woman has a reluctant request, she has been troubled by it for the past few days, and it is difficult to let go, I wonder if Yang Gongzi can relieve the little woman's worries?"

"Tell me about it. Yang Xiao nodded.

"Xiaohuan, take it out. The woman said.

"Okay. ”

Xiaohuan was very obedient, and took out a long roll of paper from the drawer on the side.

"Childe, please take a look. ”

Xiaohuan handed the roll paper to Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao was puzzled, what was this going to do?

With doubts, Yang Xiao opened the roll paper.

On the rolling paper, there were only two lines of words.

First line: Acacia.

The second line: looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, the most worrying thing is that no one cares......

Just these two lines, the rest of the space is blank.

Yang Xiao's face immediately froze, and he said in his heart: Good guy, this woman doesn't want me to compose poems!

However, it was really guessed by Yang Xiao......

The woman's soft voice came from behind the screen, and said: "In the past few days, I have been writing a poem about lovesickness, but I can't write it. ”

Later, there was a self-deprecating flavor in the woman's tone.

Then, the woman continued to ask: "I wonder if Yang Gongzi can complete this poem for the little woman? ”

The woman's tone was very gentle and moving, and it was impossible to give birth to the slightest thought of refusal.

Yang Xiao did the same, he scratched his head and responded stubbornly: "Okay, I'll try." ”

"Thank you, Young Master Yang. ”

Because of the happiness, the woman's voice became more beautiful.

And Yang Xiao began to examine the line of words on the scroll: looking for it, it is cold and lonely, and the most worrying thing is that no one cares.

Or is it a poem related to lovesickness......

Yang Xiao's mind immediately had a flash of inspiration, thinking of a word he had learned when he was on Earth.

An extremely famous and timeless lovesick song......

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