"Official, come and play! ”

"This big brother, come up and play!"

Outside the Yihong Courtyard, the girl of Yingying Yanyan stood at the door, waving a blue or pink tulle handkerchief, her slender waist twisted, and her face was full of charm.

Lin Fugui pointed to the gate of Yihong Courtyard not far away: "Go ahead." ”

Lin Fugui gave Lin Lan a money bag, and there were more than a dozen taels to get started.

Lin Yan was shocked by the weight of the money bag: "Dad, why do you still have silver?" ”

Lin Fugui pulled with a deaf face: "This is Lao Tzu's coffin book." Remember, don't pay attention to the girls at the door. There is a little maid at the entrance, make some money, and he will tell you the good girl in the building. ”

"Dad, you're very experienced!" Lin Lan's expression became interesting.

Lin Fugui hurriedly took two steps back, his fat head shaking like a rattle: "Nonsense, we haven't been to that place at all." ”

"What are you talking about, go. Remember to pack the night, Ming'er will come at this time. ”

Lin Lan was pushed to the door of Yihong Courtyard by Lin Fugui, and before he could move, the girls had already pulled him in: "Come on, son." ”

Lin Lan's eyes changed for a while, and he had already arrived at the interior of Yihong Courtyard, and the candle flame was shrouded in a red light, emitting red light.

The air was filled with the smell of various scented powders, and Lin Lan couldn't help but itch his nose and sneezed.

"Yo, Lin Gongzi, you haven't been here for a while!" A thin young man came to Lin Lan with a hunched waist and smiled like a flower: "Lin Gongzi is still the same as the third child?" ”

Lin Lan raised his eyebrows: "The old three? ”

The little guy nodded and bowed: "The beauty is in her arms, the beauty rubs her legs, and the beauty feeds." ”

Lin Yan's face was a little embarrassed, he was very uncomfortable staying here, and according to Lin Fugui's instructions, he stuffed half a tael of silver into the little servant.

The little guy threw the broken silver in his hand twice, and his face instantly became deaf, and Lin Lan before was like a waste of money.

Tips are all a small money bag.

The little girl's attitude also deteriorated: "Which girl are you looking for?" ”

Lin Yan fixed his eyes and asked, "Who is the best girl in your store?" ”

The little guy tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Lin Gongzi even forgot about Ruyan?" Naturally, it is Miss Liu Ruyan, but Miss Liu is a performer and not a person, and Lin Gongzi is afraid that he will be disappointed. ”

Lin Lan's eyes lit up: "Okay, then Miss Ruyan!" ”

The little guy stared at Lin Yan like an idiot: "Lin Gongzi wants to see Miss Ruyan?" Hehe. ”

"Seeing that there is no pen, ink, paper and inkstone over there, three or two by one, Miss Ruyan read the post and agreed to go upstairs before we can meet."

The little guy leaked a mouthful of white teeth, and his eyes mocked: "Young Master Lin, how many celebrities and talents have written famous sentences through the ages to be able to meet the girl like smoke." You, it's better to save it. ”

Lin Lan had already walked to the position of writing the prayer post and handed it to the maid three taels of silver.

His memory was missing, but he knew that the Wu Dynasty was not in line with the history he knew, and some rote poems came in handy.

"Look, someone has written a letter to visit Miss Liu Ruyan!"

"Haha, who doesn't know what's wrong."

"It seems to be Lin Lan, the murderer who was amnestied."

The little guy crossed his arms around his chest, his expression was disdainful, and he kept shaking his head: "Lin Gongzi's calligraphy is really a dragon flying and a phoenix dance." ”

Lin Lan blushed with shame, he was not very good at holding a brush, and his writing was crooked, and he could barely see what the words were.

"Dare to come out with such pen power and be embarrassed!"

Lin Lan looked up and found a white-faced scholar holding a white paper fan standing beside him.

Lin Lan just put down the pen: "Do you want to write?" ”

Swish!

Jiang Liuer closed the paper fan in a chic manner: "It's just a dusty woman, and she dares to ask for a prayer post." ”

Lin Lan laughed and took the written words to the maid next to him.

With a look of disgust, the maid folded the paper into a square shape and put it into the cyan cloud sleeve.

Jiang Liu'er was followed by several young men dressed as scholars, and echoed beside him: "Brother Jiang rarely comes to Yunzhou, why don't you leave a word, and it is also a good story to see the Oiran willow like smoke." ”

"Exactly, Brother Jiang must be in high school this time, and it will be difficult to ask for Brother Jiang's words in the future."

Jiang Liu'er narrowed her eyes and praised her hands a few times: "Thanks to the high opinion of several brothers, then Jiang will leave a half-word." ”

As soon as Jiang Liuer agreed, someone helped him pay the worship money.

was squeezed to the back, and Lin Lan was envious: "When will I be able to have such a confidant and friend." ”

The little guy next to him scolded Lin Lan with his arm: "Lin Gongzi has not seen it, this is writing." ”

Jiang Liu'er wrote powerfully, and the wolf pen seemed to come alive in his hand, dotted into a hook, horizontal shade, and each stroke was just right.

The maid's eyes also lit up, she was Liu Ruyan's personal maid, and she was responsible for handing over the prayer post. Jiang Liuer's calligraphy can be ranked in the top five in the past.

After Jiang Liuer finished writing, he did not forget to take out the private seal and print the three words Jiang Liuer.

With Lin Lan's comparison, everyone was full of praise for Jiang Liuer.

"Haha, Brother Jiang's calligraphy has reached the ultimate level, far from being comparable to ordinary people."

Jiang Liu'er specially glanced at Lin Lan: "It's ridiculous, so dare to show off calligraphy!" ”

Lin Lan's expression was very sincere, and he sincerely admired: "You write very well." ”

Jiang Liu'er's face leaned back a few points, and her nostrils were facing Lin Lan: "You have self-knowledge." ”

The colleague next to Jiang Liu'er laughed: "Brother Jiang doesn't know, this person is Lin Lu, a prisoner of Yunzhou amnesty, and he is a person who does not learn and does not know how to do it." ”

"He and Brother Jiang are different from each other, how can they talk the same thing."

Lin Lan's sarcasm towards everyone was just helplessly avoiding his gaze, and he wrote a letter of worship to cope with the time.

He came here completely because he didn't want Li Meimoth and Lin Fugui to be sad. Even if he has one year left to live, he will not have a relationship with a woman who has no feelings.

Someone has already congratulated Jiang Liu'er: "Brother Jiang, wait until you see Miss Liu, and I'm tired of drawing a picture of a lady." Lay people like us can't admire the beauty anymore, so we can only borrow Brother Jiang's skill! ”

Jiang Liu'er opened the paper fan in her hand in a dashing manner: "It's just a dusty woman, how dare you disturb the wonderful pen!" ”

The person next to him laughed: "Brother Jiang is really not an ordinary person. ”

The man who asked for the picture of the lady was ridiculed by the others: "What kind of character Brother Jiang is, how can he easily write." ”

The man waved his hand and slapped his mouth: "Tai, it is we who have polluted Brother Jiang, and we should be punished." ”

The crowd laughed.

The maid went up to the attic with the prayer post.

The fragrant wind in the attic is blowing, and Liu Ruyan, who is in the white group, is making tea for the moon, with an elegant posture.

If it weren't for Yihong Courtyard, she would be recognized as a talented woman.

"Today's prayer?"

The maid took out the greeting note and put it aside: "Miss, there is a talented son today, Miss will invite him to come up." ”

Liu Ruyan poked out her slender jade fingers, pinched the top post, and opened it with crooked black characters, which were not even as good as those written by children.

The maid hurriedly stretched out her hand to snatch it: "Miss, I forgot to throw it away, and it was Xiaoqing who stained Miss's eyes, it was Xiaoqing." ”

Liu Ruyan had already read softly.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The steep mountain wind blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold. The hill is obliquely illuminated but welcomed. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.