Sun Simiao and Murong Fengyu agreed to meet in Hangzhou, which is prosperous in the south of the Yangtze River. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAs a guest of Murong Gongzi, Sun Simiao not only ate and drank for nothing, but also asked Murong Gongzi from time to time to ask for broken silver flowers. No, Sun Simiao has spent all the money he was carrying, just waiting for Murong Gongzi to come to Hangzhou to save people!

Located on the shore of the West Lake, the Drunken Immortal Building is a place where the literati and scholars chant poems, drink and fight, and occasionally dance swords and sing songs! Today, there is the West Lake Poetry Contest once every four years, and almost all the romantic and talented people who live in seclusion in various parts of the Tang Dynasty on weekdays have gathered in this Drunken Immortal Building on the shore of the West Lake. Therefore, the consumption of this drunken immortal building is also outrageously high, and the poor talents who have no money can only talk on the empty grass outside the building.

Sun Simiao is a person who doesn't want to make money and doesn't want to lose face, according to the standards of his fashionable previous life, he is just a poor dick! There are beautiful wines and beauties in the Drunken Immortal Building, and there are rare four treasures of the study, how can Sun Simiao be willing to stay outside the building? What's wrong with no money? Naturally, someone will come to settle the bill! Sun Simiao had this idea in mind and walked to the window seat of the Drunken Immortal Building without panic and sat down.

The shopkeeper is a clever person, and he hurriedly came over to make tea enthusiastically: "Childe auspicious, may I ask how many sons are there? Here is a charge of one tael of silver for half an hour, and the wine and food are counted separately! The minimum consumption is not less than fifty taels of silver per person." When Sun Simiao heard that he wanted fifty taels of silver, he was shocked, isn't this the same as robbing? But he quickly regained his composure: "Fifty taels of silver, right? So cheap? My son-in-law is Murong Fengyu, the richest man in Jiangnan, and when he comes, you will serve the best wine and food, you leave this table to me, and don't let others come over." ”

Murong Fengyu's fame is indeed very great, and most of the people in Hangzhou, who are not far from Quancheng, know Murong Fengyu. As soon as the shopkeeper heard that Murong Gongzi was coming, he naturally nodded frequently. The Drunken Immortal Building is like a big hall, and there is a big platform in the middle, and there are several old men standing on the platform, all of whom seem to be Taidou-level figures.

One of the old men in brocade waved his hand to everyone, signaling quiet. At this time, Murong Fengyu walked in with two personal servants, Sun Simiao stood up and waved, and Murong Gongzi walked towards Sun Simiao. The old man's eyes were blazing and he said loudly: "All the talented people present, after the poetry contest in the past few days, the results have come out, and this is the first one named the fashionable boy! Although the fashionable boy was not present, the one hundred and eight poems he composed, whether in terms of quality or quantity, are unprecedented and exquisite! He is a well-deserved poet of the West Lake!"

The hundreds of talented people present cheered in unison: "Fashion, fashion, poetry, fashion, fashion......" Murong Gongzi asked Sun Simiao curiously: "Simiao, who is this fashion? How can one person compose one hundred and eight poems in one night? And they are all classics! This person is really talented, I don't know where he is now, I really want to pay a visit!"

Sun Simiao took out a note and handed it to Murong: "Childe, you are not in Hangzhou these days, and fashionable poems have spread all over the streets and alleys! This morning, there are carrier pigeons in Quancheng's house to pass on the book, and Childe will know when you look at it!" Murong Fengyu unfolded a very thin note and quickly read it: "Oh, fashion turned out to be the son of the city lord! A few days ago, I also heard that the fashion that can compose one hundred and eight poems, it seems that it is still the righteous son of the first-class minister Degong! At that time, he must have been a gentleman, and the poems were just some old-fashioned limericks! But today he can win the title of West Lake poet and become second to none in the Tang Dynasty

Talented, that must be a real talent! It's all because I used to sit in a well and watch the sky!"

Sun Simiao nodded slightly: "This is not to blame Gongzi, not only Gongzi looked away, but I was also negligent! In the past few days, I have thoroughly divined the person of fashion, and I found that fashion is not like mortals, if you make friends with fashion, you will definitely get immortal!" Murong Fengyu smiled and said: "I said Brother Simiao, do you want to become an immortal and want to go crazy? Since fashion is a poetic immortal, it is definitely not a mortal, but it is not an immortal as you think, but making friends is certain!" Si Miao, let's hurry to Quancheng, I'm going to visit this fashionable city lord!"

Murong Fengyu and his party rushed to Quancheng non-stop as soon as they got out of the Drunken Immortal Tower. Hangzhou is not very far from Quancheng, and the fast horse is half a day's time. As soon as Murong came to Quancheng, he didn't care about going home, he first went to the City Lord's Mansion to pay a visit to Fashion. Unfortunately, the fashion was not there, and the family told Murong: "My young master went to the jewelry store early in the morning, and it was the Xiaojing jewelry store opened by the young master himself, which just opened this morning! Walk 500 meters south to ......."

Murong Fengyu was shocked again, and his curiosity about fashion added another layer. As soon as Murong Fengyu and his party arrived in front of the crowded crowd, Barto greeted them warmly: "Hey, isn't this the young master of Fengyu?

Now Barto says that fashion is his boss and the big boss of the Axe Gang! He is afraid that others will not know the relationship between fashion and him, and when he mentions fashion, his face is as proud as if he is fashionable. Murong Fengyu naturally looked down on people like Bato, and he entered the jewelry store almost without saying a word.

In front of the jewelry store, there are pacesetters and warriors in Quancheng guarding it, and ordinary people really don't dare to go inside. The people who can enter the jewelry store are basically rich and noble people, who have enough silver taels and have the intention to buy. The jewelry and jade in the fashionable Xiaojing jewelry store are indeed all royal boutiques, and ordinary people dare not sell them, and they want to kill their heads! But fashion is not an ordinary person, he can sell fine jewelry and jade, but the price still makes many people prohibitive.

The price of that exquisite emerald gemstone has risen to 3,000 taels of silver and 2,500 taels of silver for jade! More than half of it has already been sold, and seven or eight rich and noble sons are discussing around the fist-sized red flame jade unicorn: "100,000 taels of silver, and not a penny will be reduced! This price is also fair! After all, it is said that this red flame jade unicorn is the demon treasure of the king of Tianzhu Kingdom! Selling 100,000 taels now is really small, I am afraid that the price will increase tomorrow, but it is a pity that the silver taels on the lower body are not enough!" This Red Flame Jade Qilin has the effect of enhancing internal strength, and it is indeed worth the price!" "This group of local tyrants is just discussing, if they are serious, then they really don't have this amount.

Murong Fengyu stood in front of the Red Flame Jade Qilin and looked at it for a moment, and nodded: "It's a little interesting, I want this Red Flame Jade Qilin! Is there a better object here than this Red Flame Jade Qilin?"

As soon as Murong asked, the mountain girl hurriedly came over and replied: "Gongzi Ye is really good eyesight and courage! Don't hide it from Gongzi, my young master still has a rare treasure in his hand, but the young master refuses to sell it, but if Gongzi can give 500,000 taels of silver, I think I can move my master to give the treasure to Gongzi!"

Murong Fengyu looked at the mountain girl suspiciously and said, "What can this girl do is the master of the fashion son?" The mountain girl's face turned red: "The slave family is the young master's big girl in the room, and she can still say a few words on the pillow!" Murong Fengyu nodded slightly, thinking to herself, "Why is the vision of the fashionable boy so bad? How can the girl in the room be so mediocre? But this chest is okay, and there is a little buttocks, but compared to my jade ring, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth!" When Murong Fengyu thought of his tender little maid Yang Yuhuan, his heart was as sweet as honey.

Murong Fengyu felt that he was a little rude, he smiled playfully, looked into the eyes of the mountain girl and said, "Then ask the girl to invite the fashion boy out, and there is something important to talk about next." Oh yes, what is the girl's name?" The mountain girl felt that her status had risen all of a sudden: "Childe, just call me the mountain girl, my young master said when he went out, he went out to buy goods, and he won't be able to come back until the evening, look at the sky at the moment, the young master should be back soon!"