The self-named tavern is a little lively today.

As soon as the wine is served, it is more lively.

On the second floor, the businessmen and local officials pushed the cups, and there was no need to say much about the fat and thin, so happy.

The old people who were really waiting downstairs to listen to the story were holding tea and chatting about something new.

When I was young, I always liked to indulge in drinking and singing, and I was at ease.

When it comes to Baishou, it is just a cup of tea with the rest of your life, fragrant.

The rivers and lakes, but people go to tea and cool.

The storyteller hadn't come yesterday yet, so there's no hurry.

He only said two times, and then ran away after settling the bill.

Cows who don't need money, thirsty and free tea, broken words are worth a few dollars, enough to blow for two days. Most of them are already half-cut people in the ground, so it's okay to listen to it.

The traders are not local people in Gusu, but the spring breeze is just right, taking advantage of the Huaishui, pulling on the ship, bringing some rare things, going south to the river or going to the sea to trade, first come to the official house to do some dots.

Eating wine with the official master, this is not allowed to hug the beautiful lady and listen to the moving song. Play those serious Yuefu songs first, find out the temper of the official master, and sometimes you have to whip the rouge horse again at night.

After a long night, I never knew that I had to do it.

After walking the birds, even if you knock bamboo poles and let blood, there are some romantic relationships, which will not be too powerful.

Most of the wine bureaus are only sophisticated, and the real brothers can drink too much when the bowl is full of bad wine, and their drunken eyes are full of friendship.

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Of course, Xie Wenliang and Xu Nanchan.

When they woke up from the temple, the two packed up their things and started on their way.

Xie Wenliang was surprised to find that there was an extra small tree in his Spirit Mansion, but it was almost withered.

There are only five leaves on it, and they vary in color.

But there was a drop of dew hanging on each leaf, which seemed to be falling.

Xu Nanchan was a little silent along the way.

It wasn't until they walked to Gusu City that they found that there was no silver!

You have to tell books to make money!

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After a while, the two white-clothed boys hurriedly ran from the street to the door of the small building.

Big sleeves fly like birds.

With a serious face, Xu Gongzi, who is dressed as a woman, is nine points cute.

The outfits of the two "boys" are the same, handsome in white, with bright eyebrows and eyes, and shallow pear vortex.

Even if he is half a head shorter, Xu Gongzi is obviously better looking than Xie Gongzi.

If the daughter-in-law is good-looking, won't she have a long face, let's not fight for this tone.

Yesterday I said that one day, the response was good, and today we will come one more day, let's go.

Xie Wenliang didn't go to the gate, but ran to the back door and said, "Nanchan, you go to the front door, I'll go to the back door to pack up some old things and go to the stage." ”

Xu Nanchan was rarely serious, nodded, turned the fan lightly, and lifted the hem of the clothes to the door.

Xu Gongzi is a good man today.

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Most of the old people didn't pay attention to the white man who had just come in to listen to the book at the door, and Xie Wenliang, who had just seen Xie Wenliang who was about to come to the stage, immediately put down the teacup and cheered.

A cup of tea, an old naughty boy who once had a dream of rivers and lakes.

Our aunt Su joked that the tea in Xiaolou was really good.

There was already a table, a cup of tea and a surprise on the stage, just waiting for the storyteller who had wind and dust on his clothes and was like a river.

Xie Wenliang, who slowly stepped onto the stage, heard the cheers, first smiled and bowed his hand to the Quartet, not too verbose, threw up his long sleeves, and immediately slapped the shocked wood on the table, bowed his head and drank: "Ladies and gentlemen, last time we said that the sword was unbeatable in the world thirty years ago, and only used the sword scabbard to name three thousand, ask the sword all over the world, and crush the romantic ridge of the Bafang Kendo." A person who is drunk and lying on the city wall single-handedly picks up the eastern capital to ascend to the sky, how fast! Even the current kendo leader Na Luocheng Baiyi only has an ambiguous comment of 'self-comparable to the sword, not the sword'. ”

The old people smiled and nodded, of course that person's rivers and lakes were invincible.

Only "Xu Gongzi" pouted, obviously his own father is the most powerful.

Oops, I can't tell Xiao Liangzi about this yet.

Girl, I have a big heart, and I don't care about this with Xiao Wenzi.

Thinking of this, Xu Nanchan looked down at his hills where horses could be placed, but they were only small in scale, and they were indeed broad-minded, but they were a little sad.

Xu Nanchan looked up at the high-spirited young man on the stage again, since the incident in the temple, she could dream of the figure that pounced in front of her every night.

Just like that, he helped her step by step and pulled out the sword.

Cause and effect are pulled out.

It seems that the person in front of him immediately rejoiced in the blink of an eye.

The woman's mind is just a rain of pear blossoms.

But at least every woman has a longing father in her heart, not to mention the daughter of Xu Luoshan, who "no one in the world is worthy of white".

Xie Wenliang didn't know this, and continued to say: "It's a pity that after the Jinling Massacre, the sword never appeared in the world again, and everyone in the world said that the past people had passed away. ”

Some of the old people present unconsciously clenched their teacups, the tea swayed, the grass and frost killed in their eyes, and there were also wildfires.

A Jinling massacre broke the thousand-year-old backbone of our Southern Dynasty!

Xie Wenliang also knew whether to talk about it, and immediately said: "Let's talk about the orange thorn who once picked up the cardamom girl bead curtain in Nanyang City, so as not to ask the shepherd boy where the apricot blossom girl is." ”

The old people have packed up their state of mind, and after thirty years, they are also downplayed.

There was a loud laugh among the crowd, mixed with bitter laughter, and the sound was in the ears.

When he was young, who had not had a few romantic scenes, even if it was a younger generation, Tangerine Mu was also one of the leaders, he was good at drinking for ten years, selling poetry and playing gold and stones, eating rouge, being very good at music and rhythm, and he loved Qinhuai Langzhou Pipa Yushu Song, a new song and a glass of wine, wandering the sky and the moon.

If Chu Nandu can be compared to the White Sideburns Lanling, then the orange herd is abusive Zhou Lang.

A cup of tea went down to the stomach, and I caught a glimpse of Xu Nanchan's expression of expecting the story like a kitten.

Xie Wenliang smiled slightly, and spoke first: "Let's not talk about the orange thorn at the age of twenty-six to climb to the top of the pavilion, and have the right to take some wind flowers and snow moon to accompany tea." It is said that during the Qingming Festival, the orange herd wine was drunk for seven minutes, but he left the table and walked out of the suburbs with an empty wine jug, and no one dared to stop him. I could only hear him shouting: 'Good wine, full!' Didn't you think about it......"

Xie Wenliang smiled treacherously, raised his head, first squinted his right eye and paused.

Among the old people, there is no urgency to understand the story of the rivers and lakes, but there are also those who are anxious to scold first: "Xie family child, is the tea burning in your mouth, why don't you tell it?" ”

Half of the book is said and half of the writing, no morality to catch any fish, all the fucking slap mouth.

"It's not, the kid only said two games, and he will leave tomorrow." Xie Wenliang bowed: "I hope everyone will cheer you on, so that you can go on the road." ”

The shopkeeper laughed, hurriedly brought out the teapot and an empty plate from the backstage, and refilled half a cup of tea for the old people first.

Tea can never be full, wine is full of respect, tea is full of send-off.

Empty plates are even more elaborate on the rivers and lakes: uncle, don't just come to drink some tea and chatter, more or less reward two. The small shop is engaged in a flowing water business, and the "empty" words are at least half-true, and this bowl must be at least half full.

I can't bear it!

The old man who just laughed and scolded understood, and immediately took out two taels of broken silver and put them into the dish, and stabbed the knife and said: "Sure enough, we are old, and the young men know the rivers and lakes so well." is a good son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, and they all have to go to the Tao! ”

Xie Wenliang saw it all in his eyes, and raised his lamp to give a salute to the old man.

He looked back and nodded to the shopkeeper, this is going to be eighty-two points.

If there are more left, you can still buy rouge for Xu Nanchan.

This is a teenager's mind.

Xie Wenliang pretended that there was nothing wrong, no longer dragging mud and water, and made a loud noise: "I never thought about it, this orange thorn officer asked the shepherd boy who was playing the flute in the field: 'Which is the best-looking girl in our Xinghua Village, boy, give you two taels of silver, and then find a restaurant.'" Ye and her can get drunk in bed for 300 times, and they will fall in love for a long time. ’”

Drunk and in love for a long time, chewing it tastes a little.

This orange herd is worthy of being a talented person sought after by the jade people of the Twenty-four Bridges.

The money is all paid, and it's hard to end without saying something funny.

The old people laughed, and they all gave a thumbs up to the orange juniors in Nanyang City.

There is no relationship between romance and age.

In fact, there are some mistakes in the wild history after all, and what the orange herd wrote that day after he was drunk was not the old cow, but the yellow dog; It was not the flute shepherd boy who met him, but the apricot blossom girl.

If you want to cover it, it will be moving after all.

How can the affair of the orange herd, who thinks he is three points better than Cao Zijian, be seen and rumored by the future life?

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and you asked the Master of Xinghua Mo."

Everything in the story can only be known by two people and one dog.

Xie Wenliang winked at Xu Nanchan when no one was paying attention, and made a mouth shape.

Both sides will be satisfied with each other.

The heart is clear.

The young man on the stage continued to speak, and the girls in the audience listened with peace of mind.

It seems that the noise of the upstairs bureau and the laughter of the old people have nothing to do with the two of them.

It turns out that in front of the infatuated lover, there is no sound and no one in the world.

It's all passers-by.