Until the sky was getting dark, when Qi Xuansu and Zhang Yuelu were a little impatient, the main protagonist finally appeared.

did not disappoint the two, this world-famous Miss Li is impeccable only in terms of appearance, but it makes Qi Xuansu a little unsure of how to describe it, it can only be said that it is not possible to add one point or subtract one point, as if the beauty in the painting falls into the world, and the temperament is even more hollow and beautiful, and the world is independent.

The beauty laughs at the city, and then laughs at the country, but that's it.

Qi Xuansu lost his mind for a moment, and in an instant, it seemed that everything in the flower hall was quickly gone, and in the end, only the woman in front of him was left, and nothing else.

It wasn't until Zhang Yuelu knocked Qi Xuansu's head with a folding fan that Qi Xuansu came to his senses.

Zhang Yuelu was not unhappy, but said, "Be careful." ”

Qi Xuansu's face was slightly solemn: "It's weird." ”

"Of course there are quirks." There was a purple whirlpool in Zhang Yuelu's eyes, "This Miss Li actually has the superior martial arts of the Daomen, and her cultivation is not bad, she seems to be a monk." ”

Qi Xuansu looked around again.

Everyone in the flower hall has not yet come back to their senses, obviously these sons do not have Zhang Yuelu's cultivation. This is also reasonable, in addition to looking at talent and qualifications, realm cultivation mainly depends on water grinding work.

These sons are not short of money, but their talents and qualifications may not be good, and most of the time is wasted. Although Qi Xuansu didn't refine qi much when he went out, when he was in Yujing, he spent several hours meditating and practicing qi almost every day. Before settling in Yujing, Qi Xuansu was even more diligent in practice, even so, because of the lack of roots, he was only a cultivator in the Kunlun stage, so even if these sons had some cultivation, at most they were in the Kunlun stage, and they had not even been among the innate people.

At the same time, Li Qingnu also noticed Zhang Yuelu, and after glancing at Zhang Yuelu, he withdrew his gaze.

Then four green turbans came out with a low table, on which was placed a guqin that was obviously old, and a delicate incense burner, curling with smoke, with a bit of purple. After Li Qingnu knelt down on the table, his face was blurred by the smoke, looming, and the lining was dusty.

Then listen to the "Zheng Zheng" a few sounds, the sound of the piano sounds, at the beginning such as a big bead and a small bead falling on the jade plate, and then speed up, such as climbing the peak, and then like falling to the bottom of the valley, the sound of the piano is getting faster and faster, such as a storm, and then there is a moment, the sound of the piano becomes slow, sometimes revealing the meaning of killing, sometimes gentle and tactful.

For a while, except for Zhang Yuelu, everyone in the flower hall who had just woken up was intoxicated.

Qi Xuansu was on guard, and he was not confused by the sound of the piano, but he was also struggling to resist, so he could only hold on to the spiritual platform.

If you talk about the rhythm, Zhang Yuelu doesn't understand it at all, she doesn't know what the skills of this Li girl are, but she can hear that the sound of the piano is very mysterious.

From this point of view, this Miss Li also has the cultivation of the stage of returning to the truth. This is interesting, a master of the true stage, even if he is in the Daomen, is not an inconsequential little person, as long as he is willing to stay up for years, at least he can mix a four-grade sacrificial wine Taoist, but now he is committed to such a Fengyue place, he must have a plan.

It seems that this Li girl is not just a cash cow for the Li family.

At this moment, Li Qingnu's eyes fell on Zhang Yuelu's body again, not that Li Qingnu could see through Zhang Yuelu's reality, but that everyone was drunk and I woke up alone, among the obsessed people, Zhang Yuelu, who was indifferent, was too conspicuous.

Zhang Yuelu and Li Qingnu looked at each other, and the purple qi in their eyes was even stronger, almost overflowing their sockets.

Li Qingnu was frightened by Zhang Yuelu's gaze, and the movement of stroking the piano in his hand slowed down by a beat, and the sound of the piano became chaotic, and he could no longer maintain the artistic conception of Fang Cai, and the people in the flower hall suddenly woke up from a big dream and came back to their senses from the sound of the piano.

Seeing this scene, Miss Li simply stopped stroking the piano and smiled.

This laugh is going to dump the whole house again.

Qi Xuansu was finally relieved, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it a poetry meeting?" Why are you still playing the piano? ”

Zhang Yuelu said casually: "It's probably foreplay, it's similar to Mr. Storyteller's set poem." ”

As he spoke, the poetry meeting officially began. Under normal circumstances, only a dozen people in the poetry club are enough, so that whether it is a drinking order or something else, it can be carried out. It can be changed to the scale of more than 100 people, and it will not work.

However, Li Qingnu's fame is too great, there are too many people who come here, and the courtyard is to make money, and it can't push the guests outside, so it has become such a scale. For this reason, the courtyard has already thought of a way, and the people who are really qualified to participate in the poetry meeting are the people in the first two rows, and the people in the back should listen to the music and add the audience, which is also the reason why Li Qingnu played a song first, so that the people in the back row felt that the trip was worthwhile and did not spend money in vain.

However, Qi Xuansu struggled to resist the sound of the piano, and only felt that he was spending money to find guilt.

As for Zhang Yuelu, she felt a little unlucky, as if she was in conflict with the court.

In the next poetry meeting, the talents were like peacocks opening the screen, each showing their magical powers, and Li Qingnu served as the judge.

Qi Xuansu didn't have the slightest interest in the poetry club, he listened drowsily, and only occasionally observed Li Qingnu, anyway, everyone's eyes were focused on her, and he wouldn't attract attention.

In his opinion, Li Qingnu is not impatient with this kind of thing, but he is not very enthusiastic, and it is a little perfunctory.

This is reasonable, she should have attracted most of her attention by Zhang Yuelu.

When the poetry meeting ended, Li Qingnu hesitated, looked straight at Zhang Yuelu, and asked, "I don't know this son's surname?" ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Yuelu with Li Qingnu's gaze.

In the midst of many envious and jealous eyes, Zhang Yuelu slowly got up and shook the folding fan gently: "Don't be expensive, return to the surname of Tangtai." ”

Li Qingnu said softly: "It turned out to be the son of the Tai, I wonder if the prince of the Tai is willing to appreciate his face?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall was in an uproar.

So many people listen to music here, no matter how elegant they pretend, it is fundamentally for the sake of men and women, according to the rules, whether it is a poetry meeting or a church meeting, Li Qingnu will choose one person from the crowd afterwards to "narrate", that is, to stay overnight.

Although staying overnight does not mean that you can kiss Fangze, I have not heard of any guest who can become Li Qingnu's guest at the scene. But even if you sit for a night, it is a good story to say it, and it is a good story to talk for a long time and talk at night. Besides, I can't even stay overnight, so what are I talking about?

At this time, Miss Li took the initiative to invite Zhang Yuelu, and the others were naturally out of play.

Zhang Yuelu asked very directly: "Can the two of them go together?" ”

This is a bit ambiguous, especially in the courtyard, which has some meaning of two dragons and one phoenix. Ordinary women are just that, nothing more than adding money, and most of the top red girls will not accept this kind of request unless the guests are extremely powerful. As for the Oiran, it's even more unlikely.

As soon as the words fell, a young man said in a loud voice: "Miss Li is already fortunate to take a fancy to you, how dare you ask for anything else?" Who are you Miss Li? ”

Zhang Yuelu didn't care, and asked rhetorically: "I asked Miss Li, what does it have to do with you?" Who are you Miss Li? Bustard mother? ”

This person was pushed by Zhang Yuelu, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and his face was suffocated.

Someone snorted heavily: "Vulgar." ”

Without waiting for Zhang Yuelu to speak, Li Qingnu had already smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, causing a commotion in the flower hall.

Zhang Yuelu smiled and asked Qi Xuansu to join him.

Li Qingnu bowed his head slightly, signaling that the maid did not have to follow, and personally led the way in front. Zhang Yuelu and Qi Xuansu followed.

After the three of them came out of the flower hall, they came to a warm pavilion along a corridor. Pushing the door in, there is a carpet transported from the Western Regions on the ground, with cushions on it, a small table for making warm wine and tea, all kinds of tea sets on the table, and a small copper incense burner.

Li Qingnu invited the two to sit down at will, and she knelt behind the small table and began to fiddle with the tea set skillfully.

It was only at this time that Qi Xuansu was able to observe Li Qingnu up close.

The eyebrows are like willow leaves, the eyes are like stars, and the red lips are a line, and there is style everywhere. In all fairness, only in terms of appearance, Zhang Yuelu is slightly inferior. However, Qi Xuansu felt that Zhang Yuelu was more amiable and cute.

Zhang Yuelu sniffed the aroma lightly and said, "This is the unique soothing fragrance of the Li family, which generation of the Li family is Miss Li?" ”

"Although his surname is Li, he is not included in the family tree. If it is really the daughter of the Li family, how can she engage in such a cheap business. Li Qingnu replied.

Zhang Yuelu said: "How can it be said to be a cheap job? ”

Li Qingnu smiled lightly: "Sell laughter for a living, and serve people with sex." Isn't it noble? ”

Qi Xuansu said casually: "It depends on who you compare with, after all, the world is now laughing at the poor and not smiling at prostitutes, and a poetry will be 10,000 Taiping dollars, so it is naturally worthy of a 'expensive' word." ”

The two women turned their heads to look at Qi Xuansu at the same time.

Qi Xuansu was a little uncomfortable, and coughed dryly: "I'll just say it casually." ”

Zhang Yuelu was used to it, and even sighed helplessly.

Li Qingnu looked down on Qi Xuansu a little, and said lightly: "Could it be that this son can only see money?" ”

Qi Xuansu said: "It seems that Miss Li has not experienced the hard life of having no money, as long as she lives for a few years, I guarantee that Miss Li will be like me." Of course, the premise is that Miss Li does not have this self-cultivation. ”

Li Qingnu didn't get angry, but said: "Actually, I have experienced poor days. The father was convicted, the mother died of illness, the family property was confiscated, and she lived on the streets. ”

Qi Xuansu did not refute.

Zhang Yuelu shook the folding fan and said, "Why do you talk about these things, Miss Li kindly invited us over, of course, to talk about some things." ”

Li Qingnu was silent for a moment, and took the initiative to say: "The prince of Lantai has the superior martial arts of the Daomen, it should be the cultivation of the true stage, and at such an age, I don't think it should be lonely and nameless." ”

Zhang Yuelu said: "Daomen Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, what is my little Taoism." Besides, although Miss Li is famous, I don't know that Miss Li also has extraordinary cultivation. ”