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The sparrow is small, but it has all kinds of organs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The place of Siwu City is not big, but there are two brothels, one is in the west of the city, which is the business of the military and the Han, and the Cuihong Courtyard in the south of the city is a paradise for scholars.

said that he was a scholar, but in fact, he had been to a private school for a few days, or when he was a child, he overheard a few words from the old gentleman when he was herding cattle through the door of the private school.

When he grew up, in order to be a vassal and elegant, he became a scholar, holding a few poems that he didn't know where to copy, and he dared to stand on the railing of the Cuihong Courtyard with Xiaohong's chin and coquettishness.

Such people abound, Wu Xi was bored, and also joined the ranks of forks, it is said that if the poems are done well, not only can you get the top butterfly in the Emerald Red Courtyard, but also earn a lot of silver.

This is probably the earliest copyright fee, right?

But until now, no one has been able to untie the belt around the butterfly's waist.

After all, it is a small place, and talented people are rare, and it is already unprecedented for a beauty like a butterfly to be committed here.

The frog at the bottom of the well has never seen the vastness of the sky, so just to see the butterfly has become the goal of all the people of Siwu City.

Dressed in an emerald green silk gown, a dark red jade belt is tied around the waist, a milky white jade pendant on the jade belt is smooth and delicate, the hair is not very long, a ponytail is tied at random, and a hair ribbon falls lightly on the back of the head, with a folding fan found in the county's house......

Tut-tut, a handsome and dashing Confucian prostitute is freshly baked.

However, Wu Xi doesn't like this kind of dress very much, the loose and boastful navy blue gown, there is no need to tie the waist jade belt, so it is very comfortable, but the occasion is different, you have to wear different clothes, this is an unwritten rule.

Because of the attack on the mountain people a few days ago, it has more or less affected the business of Cuihong Courtyard, and those sons and brothers are busy reorganizing their business, and they are not in the mood to come here to hug left and right.

Therefore, most of the people who came were scholars from relatively wealthy families.

Wu Xishuai walked to the front of the building in a mess, admiring the ingenuity of the ancients, while also looking at the atmosphere, after all, if it was the first time to come, if there was a joke, it would be a shame to throw people home.

The teapot that greeted the people at the door naturally saw Wu Xi, a suave face, a native old man with a famous brand all over his body pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, he had seen a lot.

If he is not allowed to show his original face, he plans to kowtow to the sixth child three times.

The sixth is the one who makes the teapot with him.

According to the order, then he should be the seventh.

Lao Qi greeted him with a smile, and bowed in front of Wu Xi, which was quite standard, and under the influence of Sven for many years, the words also looked very Sven.

Come out and mix, don't master a few foreign languages, and no one wants you to carry a sack at the dock.

"Childe looked tight, the boy is polite here, dare to ask Childe whether he is here to listen to music or chat to relieve boredom, or do you need other special services?"

It was not these forked sons who were polite, but the silver in the cloth bags of their attendants.

Wu Xi laughed, hiding his embarrassed expression, took out some copper from the jade belt around his waist and threw it to the teapot, and said, "In the private room on the second floor, call the butterfly to come out to test the poem." ”

"Whose corpse is examined, Butterfly is a serious woman, and I haven't heard of this craft before my debut?"

After finishing speaking, the teapot regretted a little, the autopsy, the poem, of course, it was to compose a poem to sleep, this is already the two hundred and eighty-one, the poems made by those people in front of him are really difficult to get into the elegant hall, this kid is obsessed with lust at a glance, and wants to sleep with butterflies?

"I'm talking about poetry, not corpses, and the original beautiful artistic conception has been ruined by you. ”

It is the right of a client of a prostitute to be corrected or to be corrected.

"Yes, yes, the lesson of the son is that the little one is shallow in learning, and it is indeed insulting, but the rules of the Cuihong Courtyard are that you have to compose poems in public in the hall, and then everyone appreciates them, if everyone thinks it is good, they can present the butterfly, and after the butterfly reads it, it does not come out of the room, which means that he does not look down on you, whether it is a person or a poem. ”

When Lao Qi said this, his face was full of smiles, for fear that which boy would not hold back and greet him.

"It's okay, Young Master Ben will do it. ”

After Wu Xi finished speaking, he raised his foot and stepped in.

The second dog followed Wu Xi closely, observing the surrounding environment at the same time, with his hands behind his back, and never left for a moment, because his ox-eared sharp knife was hidden there.

There are a lot of people sitting in the hall, basically very gentle, and there is a faint sound of the piano in the private room upstairs, presumably caressing the piano and admiring the cranes, such an elegant thing can only be done in a place like the Qinglou.

If you stand on the top of the mountain, bare your upper body, and talk about love and singing, you are smiling proudly.

There was an old bustard waiting there, and when he saw a distinguished guest coming to the door, he shook the handkerchief in his hand, twisted his fat waist and walked towards Wu Xi.

It's still the same set, asking Wu Xi if he sings or chats.

When Wu Xi threw over a silver cake and said that he was going to write a poem for the butterfly, the people around him laughed toothlessly, as if they had seen a fool who wanted to climb the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

"Boy, we have already made a bet, just waiting for you to write a poem, if you are stripped naked and thrown out by Miss Butterfly in a while, if you can't afford to lose the little master's money, you are ready to go to Tokyo City to serve the emperor."

I heard that there has been a shortage of white-faced attendants to clean the toilet in the inner courtyard of the harem recently, and I see that you have a white face and no beard, which just meets this standard, how about it?

This is what they call a scholar? It is a city management team composed of a bunch of ruffians and hooligans, and they are just going to prostitute themselves, and whether they occupy the road to run a business, why do they have to force people to gamble?

In the society of literati and doctors, shouldn't I be a fair lady and a gentleman? It should also be the same, otherwise the Song Dynasty's boast of sharing the world with scholars and doctors would be a big joke.

Wu Xi didn't want to pay attention to it, but he felt that there were very few opportunities to make money like this, so he nodded without hesitation.

The scene was full of laughter again.

Ever since that stinky Taoist priest in Jingzhao Mansion lost his fortune, no one dared to nod his head unashamedly.

Wu Xi didn't pay attention to these crazy words at all, and on the table in the center of the hall, there were already handymen who had already set up pen, ink and paper, just waiting for Wu Xi to start.

No one dares to try such a good show for a long time, this kid simply doesn't want to die, although he looks very rich, but these bettors are not all poor.

What's worse is that the stakes are very large, twenty taels are pressed, there is no cap, and the odds are one to twenty.

My good man, I don't dare to count, I can't count it with my fingers.

"Hurry up and go back, your dad is not easy, if he wakes up tomorrow and finds that he has no home, he will be angry with you. ”

"I admire your courage and there is one more chance to make changes before you put pen to paper. ”

"I'm crazy when I want to eat swan meat. ”

“......”

The words that are so unbearable are endless.

But Wu Xi still didn't stop the pen in his hand, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the sprinkled "Touching the Fish" was done.

This is not his talent, it is Xin Qiji's, at this time, Xin Qiji's parents are still young, there is no such person at all, under Wu Xi's strong personal charm, whether this person can appear or not is two different things.

So I first stole the sentences of celebrities to fulfill my dream of installing forks.

The important thing is that the rewards are very rich, and as soon as he thought of his bed kung fu that swept through the thousands of troops, Wu Xi felt a hot current in his lower abdomen surging upward.

"Touching the Fish? Can Eliminate a Few Storms"

It can be eliminated even more, and a few storms and rains are hurriedly returned in spring. Cherish the long spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, but the situation will be red countless times. Spring and going, seeing and saying, there is no way back to the end of the world. Spring is silent, only attentive, painting eaves and cobwebs, and the town of Yogyakarta is flying.

The long door matter, the quasi-good date is wrong, and some people have been jealous. The daughter buys the same thing, who will tell the vein? Jun Mo dance, you don't see, Yuhuan Feiyan is dust. Leisure is the most bitter, rest to lean on the danger column, the sun is slanting, and the smoke willow is broken.

The first half describes the shortness of life, and the second half uses the past to metaphor the present, Xin Qiji's real cow, once upon a time, Wu Xi has entered the role and feels that this is his masterpiece.

When I came back to my senses, there was no sound around me, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the needle had fallen to smell.

Lao Qi had already crawled on the ground and kowtowed three times to Lao Liu, and then leaned on the edge of the door to carefully recall Wu Xi's poem, which was not for outsiders.

Those who claimed to be scholars also felt that they would definitely lose, because until now, no one has ever been able to write such good words.

Regardless of whether the butterfly can be untied in the end, this silver should be regarded as paying for this son's talent.

A slave had already put the silver in a bag and handed it to the second dog, and the second dog's body sank and almost fell to the ground.

"Reward!"

Ergouzi was happy in his heart, the head of the family had never said that his poems could be so good, and most of the strange sounds and tunes he usually sang, most of the lyrics and songs were very obscene, but he didn't expect the head of the house to be a young man with outstanding literary talents.

With Wu Xi's reward, the second dog opened the cloth bag, took out some silver taels at random, and threw them to the slaves who rushed over.

There are no disappointed people tonight, only hearts that are convinced.

On the butterfly's desk was the words that Wu Xi had just made, and she only smiled lightly, and the maid who was serving him instantly understood what she meant.

After turning around and going out, he stood on the railing on the third floor and sang loudly: "Miss please!"

Instantly, there was a burst of applause from the audience.

Everyone hugged their fists to congratulate, and the unhappiness just now had long since disappeared.

Wu Xi straightened his sleeves and was about to lift his feet upstairs, but was blocked at the entrance of the stairs by a sharp "I don't accept".