"No wonder Fang Gongzi can win the favor of His Majesty, and even more so the heart of the princess." Lu Dongzan's expression seemed to be jealous and jealous, which made me very happy, and it took a long time to put the upper and lower lips together, and arched his hand towards the old man who seemed to be jealous: "It's over, it's over......" Uh, shaking his head, a little dizzy, he almost couldn't keep a straight line when he walked, it seemed that under the haggardness, the soft and mellow stamina of the aged wine began to surge.

"Fang Gongzi? Is he the second son of Fangfu? "The female musicians huddled together at some point, muttering something to the side very gossipingly, and I could faintly hear them as if they were mentioning me. As soon as he turned around, one of the musicians, who looked a little older, made a pink face, and timidly walked forward and saluted: "Childe's surname Fang?" But Fang Jun left his beloved son?! With an inquiring gaze, his eyes sparkled.

"In the next real surname Fang, Fang Jun" returned the salute to the musician, a very beautiful beauty, a soft and waxy voice, a beautiful girl who can easily arouse good feelings. I was tempted to whistle to show my inner appreciation, but when it came to my lips, it turned into a wine uh, damn drop.

"Huh?!" When this beautiful girl heard my answer, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim, and her pretty face turned red. "Sure enough, it's the famous Fang Xiangzi in the capital......" A group of smiling female musicians were chattering on the side, and their beautiful eyes swept around, all falling on me.

"Hahaha, Fang Gongzhi's name, even this wonderful person in Wangjianglou is known, and the old man feels jealous." Lu Dongzan's old face twitched involuntarily, and only then did he laugh forcefully.

"Hehe, don't dare." It feels good to be in the spotlight, showing his front teeth to those beautiful girls, showing the strength of his son, and humbly saying to this jealous old man.

The old musician took a few steps forward with great courage, first praised Lu Dong and said to me: "The little girl has a small character. The name of the son, I have been waiting for a long time, and it is a blessing to see the son today. I heard that Gongzi made a poem in three steps, and now it is said that on the bank of the Qujiang River, if Gongzi does not give up, he hopes to leave a poem...... "A few beautiful girls and warblers and geese rise and fall, boasting boundlessly, I feel blushing when I hear it, even so, if you don't show it, I'm afraid that you can't leave Wangjiang Tower, Lu Dongzan is also beating a drum on the side, and even Fang Cheng's eyes are very eager to see my style of singing to the moon in the river." Well, let's be cheeky again. Anyway, I'm used to it.

"That being the case, I will be cheeky below." Throwing his hands around the field, like a flyover showman, he cleared his throat, and was thinking about which one to use, when the musician led by him came with a wine cup in his hand, and his cherry lips opened slightly: "The little woman respects the son with a cup, and I hope that the son's good sentences can be taken to the next level." ”

"Thank you, Miss Qingqing." Stretched out his hand to take the wine cup, between his fingers, the warmth and smoothness made Youmian warm heartbeat, and recited the mantra of a righteous man and gentleman several times, and finally maintained the style of a great poet, without revealing the face of Brother Pig. Raise the lamp to the side of the building railing, look at the bright moon hidden in the clouds, the moon shadow in the water is broken and rippled, and the laughter faintly from several other buildings is far and near, near the left, someone is hitting it with a small drum, like the sound of hooves, and the Ludong Zanying on the side hooks its nose under the shadow of the lamp, which is even more hideous! Hmph, old fellow, one day, this son will find a way to clean you up, Tubo, with me, a hot-blooded young man, how can you be allowed to be as rampant as in history? Smack, this son snapped his fingers very handsomely, there is! It's just the right time, wahahaha...... Uh, another wine uh.

"Qingqing girl, there is a small drum, please hit it!" I held the cup on the railing, looked up at the moon in the sky without looking back, and shouted-

"Yes." The female musician happily responded. The drums stirred up, and the power of Jin Ge was hidden. My heart is surging, I drink the wine in the cup, and I sing loudly to the sky:

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain! The sound entered the sky and drummed, and the heart was full of excitement. After chanting again, Shang Jue was not addicted, and shouted loudly: "Drum again!" ”

The Qingqing girl gritted her silver teeth, and said a crisp promise, and the female musicians on the side were all red with excitement, all of them took musical instruments, and the passionate music showed another scenery in the beautiful scenery of the Qujiang River. In other places, the soft sound of music stopped early. There are also drums that hit each other, and the Wangjiang Tower, which was originally leisurely and casual, soaked in the soft sound and dance, was also overflowing with a passionate and heroic atmosphere.

"Fang Cheng, come, sing with me!" The strength of the wine came up, and the habit of going crazy also came out, holding hands with Fang Cheng, and yelling at the moon: "Qin Shimingyue Han Shiguan, the Long March has not yet been returned." But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain! ”

It seems that there are a lot of madmen who drink and have fun in Wangjiang Tower, and there are many men from hot-blooded Han families.

"When I hear this poem today, my generation is speechless...... But I don't know which famous artist is ...... in this building" The sound of cheering from the balcony in the distance, I finally sobered up a little with a hoarse voice, damn, it seems that I have gone too far, not flashing at this time, but when. As soon as he turned his head, he was facing Shanglu Dongzan's triangular eyes, and the cold and ferocious aura flashed away, but the nightmare on his face was not so easy to dissipate. The Tibetan warriors next to him didn't seem to know much about the Chinese language, and they were stupid and laughing there happily, well, a very ironic scene.

"Impassioned, childe poet, deserves this comment." The slightly blunt comment, coupled with his ugly face that still looks hideous, makes me very happy, anyway, I just don't like you, an international friend, hum, Tubo, what the hell, it's just a robber who has been peeking at my fertile land of water and grass in the Tang Dynasty for a long time. This son wants to praise the heroes of our Han nation and the Hu people in front of you, and praise their fighting spirit of being determined to fight bravely and sacrifice their lives for the country. By the way, I would like to remind this old boy that although there are those who grovel to foreigners and claim slavery among the Han people, there are also many heroes who are determined to conquer the world and expand the territory for the people.

"Where, where is it, after getting drunk, you talk nonsense, and don't want to make fun of it. Hahaha......"

"Hehehe." Lu Dongzan's smile is 10,000 times more ugly than my crying. The female musicians all saluted me: "Thank you for the gift of the son, dare to ask the son, what is the name of this poem?" ”

"Out of the stopper!" His eyes stared at Lu Dongzan with burning eyes, and word by word popped out from between his teeth.

"The son is selfless for the country, quite like the ancients. Dongzan was very impressed, and changed to say that if he had time, the old man would definitely visit again, and the prince of Wangfang did not think that Dongzan was disturbing...... "Outside the Wangjiang Building, the Tubo Prime Minister was very reluctant to say goodbye to me." "Where to say, it is a blessing to be able to drink and talk with Lu Xiang, if Lu Xiang comes, he will definitely meet him upside down......" said modestly to the old guy, yawning in disguise, bragging and farting with this old guy, it is really a laborious and laborious work.

"Who's hiding?!" Fang Cheng, who was standing on the side and was waiting to lead the horse, suddenly shouted angrily, so frightened me and Lu Dongzan that we both jumped, turned our heads, and a figure disappeared into the darkness in the distance. Fang Cheng abandoned the reins of the horse, choked, with the horizontal knife in his hand, and strode after him, damn, where did he get neurotic? Seems to have been following me for days.

"Childe is upright, you should be more careful that the little man is not good for Childe in the dark......" Lu Dongzan looked at the black shadow disappearing and the direction that Fang Cheng was chasing, and said with concern in a slow voice, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was so faint that it was almost invisible. His eyes faintly shone with an indescribable essence-

"Thank you Lu for your concern, I think maybe it's just the boring behavior of the homeless man on the street, where will you offend anyone if you mess around in the whole day?" Listening to the words of this old man in my heart, I couldn't help but tighten, and relaxed, even if I had the intention of following me with a spy, I didn't expect the two of them, except for the prince brother, maybe that Qi Wangyou, they must want to leave the son alone, and want to clean up the son to avenge his personal revenge. Looking at the expression of this Tibetan minister, it should not be from his handwriting.

"Young master, the little incompetent, that guy is really slippery, a few twists and turns, and he is gone......" After a while, Fang Cheng ran back panting, a little annoyed.

"It's okay, I can't do anything about him. It's nothing more than a little thief who has a glimpse of wealth. I comforted Fang Cheng, saluted Lu Dongzan again, said goodbye to this Tubo minister, stepped on the horse, and walked along the bank of the Qujiang River towards the way I came. In the distance, when I turned around, I still saw Lu Dongzan standing outside the Wangjiang Tower, and seemed to be looking at this side, under the kind parting expression, the hidden coldness flickered.

(To be continued)