"Master, that girl is arrogant, I'm afraid you have to come and invite me personally."

The old bustard was also quite happy to see Yang Fan so arrogant, not surprisingly, she could make a lot of money tonight.

"Oh? He has such a temperament, good! Then I'll go and ask for it. ”

Yang Fan said with a smile, this green building is really interesting.

Guo Jiadianwei's kind of thing, who gives money to do things, is vulgar.

The vulgar Yang Fan is tired of playing in the harem, since he has come to the Qinglou, let's play some elegant.

"Lead the way."

"This master, I said it, that girl can't rely on money alone, she is not a girl from our Chunfeng Building, she came here last month, just stay for a while, if you want to impress her, in addition to money, you must also have a good hand in poetry."

The old bustard said as he led the way.

"It's a pity, that Miss Zhao Yingying has been here for so many days, and many literati have come to write poems against her, but none of them can enter the eyes of Miss Zhao Yingying."

"Wait a minute, you said that this Zhao Yingying girl, does she need poetry to impress?"

Yang Fan stopped suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right! Could it be that this old man still understands poetry? ”

"I understand a little."

Yang Fan was moved and found it very interesting.

He really doesn't understand, but he can copy it!

Anyway, there is no Li Bai in this world, no Du Fu, no Bai Juyi, no Zhang Ruoxu, no Su Shi and so on.

In the future, after he unifies the world, he may summon these literati and poets to compile a book of "Thirty Thousand Chu Poems" for future generations of students to memorize, but since they are not here now, Yang Fan will be popular.

The old bustard took Yang Fan and walked into an elegant courtyard, where there were many small tables, and the table was full of precious jade plates, Yang Fan found a table at random and sat down.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhao Yingying is about to come out to see her, and then you can recite poems in turn."

The old bustard shouted softly.

Then, the curtain on the upper floor of the small courtyard was gently lifted, and a woman wearing a veil appeared.

Sinking fish and geese, flowers and moons, like a shock.

The entire courtyard was suddenly shrouded in a dark incense, and everyone who was noisy before held their breath at the same time, staring at the slender figure upstairs with wide eyes, as if it could seduce people's hearts.

Even Yang Fan was shocked.

Absolutely beautiful, really stunning.

Not bragging!

Those stars in the previous life are completely incomparable, and even Yang Fan traveled here and visited the harem, and the only people who could stand side by side with this woman were Queen Chu Qianqian, and the White Lotus Divine Envoy who was in pain in prison.

It's just that the beauty of these three people is different, Chu Qianqian is naturally soft and boneless, and people love her, the White Lotus Divine Envoy is still young, and the whole is a Lori, as for this Zhao Yingying, it is fascinating and makes people ecstatic.

Yang Fan's mouth opened slightly, and he wanted to say two words to praise this woman's stunning appearance, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't say why, thinking about it carefully, as if there was only that sentence, a man's highest evaluation of a woman, can be described simply and truly.

"Made, this woman is so sassy!"

Yang Fan said.

"! This brother said it well, it really went back to the basics, and he praised it to the truth! ”

A man at the table next to him was also thinking about words, but he was uneducated, and he couldn't think of words, and suddenly heard Yang Fan praise like this, and suddenly seemed to open the second pulse of Ren Du, he looked at Zhao Yingying, and suddenly spit out two words.

", it's big!"

"In my opinion, in our Great Chu Kingdom, only today's saints are qualified to be worthy of such a stunning appearance, and this woman should not be in this dusty green building, but in the harem."

"Huh? This brother is also very good! Your Majesty will be very happy to hear this! Yang Fan was also stunned and laughed.

"Of course, today's saints are wise and martial, if they don't make a sound, they are amazing, they have been dormant for seven years, and as soon as they make a move, they will exterminate the traitors in just two months, destroy the traitors, wipe out the royal family of Rongguo, and defeat the so-called undefeated god of war of Rongguo, it is simply the Holy Lord Mingjun, an emperor through the ages!" The man's face was full of adoration.

"In the future, I will also enter the court as an official and serve His Majesty, if I can't be an official, I will be a soldier, and I don't want to be a soldier, I will go to Dongchang to be a factory man!"

"Good! Good brothers! What a wide avenue! What do you call it? ”

Yang Fan clinked glasses with him and drank.

"Under the surname Pei, the name is Dahu, and the grass people are a grass people!"

"It turned out to be Brother Pei Dahu, whose surname is Li, and his name is Li Xiaodu, well, brother, don't worry, my family has a little relationship in the court, and I can guarantee that you will be promoted to the court as an official." Yang Fan said.

He's not lying, he really is, and it's hard.

However, Pei Dahu shook his head.

"The eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, not relying on heaven and earth, not relying on parents, not relying on the king, only relying on himself!"

"Well said, from today onwards you are my brother, I wish you to be appreciated by Your Majesty as soon as possible and become an official in the court."

Yang Fan and Pei Dahu poured wine and clinked glasses.

"Look, Miss Zhao Yingying has closed the curtain, alas, she can only look at this one or two times a day."

"It's time to chant the right poems, Wenqu Xing blesses, I hope that this time, my poems can be selected by the goddess Yingying."

Many literati are eager to try, most of them are wealthy, and the war outside cannot affect them, so they can come to drink and prostitute themselves.

"Let's start, sir, today's topic is the same as usual, whoever can write a poem that describes people who are old but still ambitious, and impresses Miss Yingying, can go upstairs and talk about it."

The old bustard saw that the fire was almost over, and shouted.

"I'll come first, I'll come first!"

"Humph! There is a high probability that the first and last poems will fail, and I want to be in the middle. ”

"My father is a master of Dachu literature, and this time I must win the first place!"

One after another, the literati stepped forward to write poems, and even Pei Dahu rushed to go, but they gave them for a long time, but there was no movement on the upstairs curtain, if Zhao Yingying took a fancy to someone's poems, she would lower the curtains, and then let him go upstairs.

It's a pity that since Zhao Yingying appeared, no one has been able to impress her.

It may be that a small country like Chu is already in turmoil, and the country is in danger and the people are in turmoil, so it doesn't pay attention to this seemingly useless poetry and song.

That is, this Zhao Yingying was born too stunningly, in the words of Yang Fan and Pei Dahu, that is, she is sassy and big, so the prostitutes can be endless, and they are still reluctant to be disappointed so many times.

However, the ideal sao broke her waist, the reality broke her legs, and when everyone except Yang Fan finished writing poems, Zhao Yingying still did not fall the curtain, just like the previous ten days.

The old bustard looked at everyone, a little regretful, but his face was still full of smiles.

Although no one could impress Miss Zhao Yingying, if they could enter this small courtyard, they would need to pay a large fee, as well as the tea and wine they drank, and the pastries and fruits they ate, all of which were at high prices, and the same things on the market, the price had increased a hundred times, which was almost the same as Yang Fan told them, and the White Lotus Sect had 500,000 buns for a bun.

In any case, I made a lot of money.

"Does anyone else want to write poems? If not, it's over today. The bustard shouted.

"Absolutely."

Suddenly, Yang Fan stood up, attracting a burst of attention from all around.

", brother, you didn't speak for a long time, I thought you had given up, but I didn't expect to prepare for the finale!"

Pei Dahu said in surprise next to him.

"Haha, not really, I'm just the first to come here and want to experience this kind of scene." Yang Fan said with a smile.

He wasn't in a hurry before, because he felt that his poems would inevitably move Zhao Yingying, after all, this was proven by the long history of China.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if you can't impress Zhao Yingying, it doesn't matter, Yang Fan is the emperor, it's a big deal to send someone to pretend to be the White Lotus Sect, rob this Spring Breeze Tower, and snatch Zhao Yingying back to the palace.

"Hey, it turned out to be this master, please hurry!"

The old bustard recognized Yang Fan, although he didn't know his true identity, but he remembered that Yang Fan's two brothers were quite fierce and not like mortals, and he thought that this person also had something extraordinary.

Yang Fan put down his wine glass, accepted everyone's gaze, and slowly moved forward.

Is this what it feels like to be a human apparition? That's great! ”

He ignored the surrounding gaze, stared upstairs, and spit out his embroidery, which was half of Da Chu.

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