Liu Yong was lectured by his father for most of the day, probably vomiting out the fire in his stomach, and when Liu's father came out of the room, there was no longer such obvious anger, but a sense of relief. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bi Laolei and Gu clung to the wall as scheduled, watching Father Liu leave the inn.

Judging from the situation just now, Father Liu is indeed very bad-tempered.

And Liu Yong in the room is now depressed or depressed, thinking that he would find a reason to leave his father's place, and his father would have no way to care about him, but what he didn't expect was that his traces had been mastered by his father, which made him really not want to be depressed.

In fact, there is an old Chinese saying: if you don't know about it, you can't do it unless you do. This ancient saying has been summed up by thousands of intelligent and intelligent Chinese, and Liu Yong naturally cannot escape this. No matter how cautious and careful he is, he will definitely be discovered, not to mention that Liu Yong is still so high-profile, this may be regarded as self-inflicted.

"Brother Liu, do you still go to the restaurant to enjoy life today?"

Bi Laolei stood at the door very gloatingly, deliberately tempting Liu Yong, who was depressed in the house, in fact, Bi Laolei's heart had already burst into laughter.

"You!" Liu Yong saw Bi Laolei's intentions, quickly stood up and looked around, suddenly picked up a shoe from the ground, and threw it towards Bi Laolei at the door.

Bi Laolei dodged reflexively and easily dodged the blow, but when he was about to say a few more words, the door was slammed shut from the inside.

Bi Laolei's heart was very proud:

Young man, look at how you still go out to surf, you have long been obediently staying in the house like this, and your father and I won't be so worried.

"Let's go Brother Gu, let's go out for a drink" Bi Laolei turned around and invited Gu Rucheng next to him to go out for a drink as scheduled, in order to celebrate, Gu Rucheng was going to go back to study, but he was pulled hard by Bi Laolei, and he had no choice but to obey him.

At this time, Liu Yong sat alone at the desk with a sad face, looking at the just sunny weather outside, as if all the sad things were concentrated on Liu Yong on this day.

In ancient times, there were very few ways for the ancients to vent their feelings, especially a scholar like Liu Yong, who couldn't let him hit the wall and hammer the ground a few times? For Liu Yonglaiyan, the best way to vent at this time is to write words.

Right! Write words!

So Liu Yong hurriedly spread out the paper, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, but stopped when he put down the pen.

How to write it?

Liu Yong, who usually writes words as simply as drinking water, is now making a difficulty, his brows are gradually twisted into a ball, and he finally starts to write:

The small building wanders all over the deep alleys......

With a click, Ryu Yong crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside, then took out a brand new piece of paper and spread it out.

Small Building....

Click, click, Liu Yong rubbed the piece of paper again and threw it aside.

He lowered his head and sorted out his thoughts, and finally made up his mind about what to write, so he took a piece of paper again and quickly wrote down the following poem on it:

The small building is full of deep alleys, and Luo Yi is in a thicket. It is the most desirable, and it is the most insect. It is difficult to describe the elegance of the painting, and there is no flower to compare with the beauty. A few times to drink a good night, the mandarin duck is warm, and the phoenix pillow is fragrant. It is counted as heaven on earth, but only two hearts are the same.

Recently, clouds and rain have been blowing in the west and east. Even if it is a secret meeting, it is long and hurried. Strive to grow old with Ming, and avoid teaching to collect green and red. In front of me, the feast is temporarily relaxed, and the alliance is here, and it is even more unpretentious. To be a real house, Fang Xin has a beginning and an end.

After writing this poem, Liu Yong spread out on the chair relaxedly, staring at the poem on the table, Liu Yong's mind was full of worm girls.

In fact, just now when Liu Yong made up his mind to write this poem, he had such an idea in his heart. He decided to be admitted to the Jinshi, and when he had fame, Liu Yong bought a mansion in Bianjing for the insect girl, which was also the first time that Liu Yong was so eager for fame.

From this day on, Liu Yong never went to find the insect girl again, not that his feelings for the insect girl had faded, but that Liu Yong felt that only if he was admitted to the Jinshi could he have the confidence to go to her again, which was also something that Liu Yong, who was proud of his talent before, never had.

Bi Laolei saw Liu Yong and didn't go to the tavern again in the past few days, thinking that Liu's father's lesson that day had worked.

It seems that after staying up for so long, I finally see hope.

Bi Laolei, who was in the inn every day, felt more and more bored, and had no choice but to walk around the street, walking and walking, Bi Laolei unknowingly came to Pingkangli. Of course, Bi Laolei didn't know that the insect girl was here, he only knew that this was a song house.

Bi Laolei thought that he had seen Liu Yong all day long, and he hadn't felt it seriously, anyway, he was not far from the day when he would leave this time and space, so he simply went in and experienced it himself.

So Bi Laolei set off and walked into this song house called Pingkangli, as soon as he entered, Bi Laolei found that it was much more lively than other song houses in Bianjing, and it was not an exaggeration to say that this was the most prosperous song house in Bianjing.

"Guest officer, do you just drink or watch singing and dancing?" Xiao Er in the store immediately stepped forward to greet Bi Laolei and asked him about his needs.

Bi Laolei glanced around a few times, the first floor was basically just some laymen who drank wine and ate meat, and it was probably not an elegant place.

So Bi Laolei immediately said that he wanted to enjoy the song and dance, and also took out a large ingot of silver from his arms and handed it to Xiao Er.

Hmph, I finally became a second-generation official, how can I be worthy of myself if I don't squander well, maybe I missed this opportunity, and I won't have it again.

Xiao Er stretched out his hand and took the ingot of silver, his face was about to smile like a flower, seeing that Bi Laolei was so generous, Xiao Er's attitude immediately became better. hurriedly beckoned Bi Laolei to go upstairs in front.

Bi Laolei followed Xiao Er to the second floor, the space here is obviously wider than the bottom, there are tables of Nanmu here, and every guest sitting at the table is not at all like the people below who have a sip of wine and meat. They all set a jug of wine on the table, sipped, and watched the singing and dancing in the central hall.

Xiao Er led Bi Laolei to the top position, Bi Laolei sat down, and sure enough, everything in front of him sitting here could be reflected in his eyes, and sure enough, the treatment of rich people is different.

Like everyone else, Xiao Er brought a pot of wine and put it in front of Bi Laolei, and then said something similar to wishing Bi Laolei a pleasant viewing and consciously retreated.

At this time, it was just a group of singers dancing there, Bi Laolei felt bored, so he lowered his head and picked up the wine jug on the table, and drank it one by one. was drinking, and suddenly heard the people behind him suddenly boiling, as if something terrible had come out, so Bi Laolei raised his head and saw a peerless beauty in a purple dress standing in front of the hall.

Isn't this a bug girl!