"Master Ye, the slave family is risking his life to help you recognize the person, this poem must not be without the slave family's ......"

"I don't know if Lord Ye has the talent at the moment, if he doesn't have it for the time being, it's better for the slave family to play a song for you."

"Lord Ye, you might as well go to the building with the slave family to sit down, there is all kinds of wine and tea, the slave's piano skills are also very good, and he also plays a good flute, please Lord Ye to taste it."

In an instant, a group of warblers and swallows, wrapped in a strong fragrant wind, submerged Ye Ping's location in an instant, and there were stars twinkling in their eyes......

There are those who are bolder, who are already holding the piano, sitting down cross-legged, twisting lightly, and the sound of the piano is murmuring, gracefully coming out.

And when she lowered her head, the chest was white and greasy, and people couldn't help but admire, this piano is so big, no, this piano is so white, it's not right, this piano is so deep......

That picture, seeing the crowd of night watchmen who rushed over, were envious, and they couldn't wait to replace Ye Ping.

"Hmph, a group of shallow-eyed people, in your eyes, there is only Master Ye, and there is no such thing as me, Sect Master Li?"

Li Chunfeng also snorted, and said to the sisters with some unhappiness.

"Ah, Sect Master Li, are you jealous? That's good, you also take a good poem out, and the slave family promises to throw it into your arms immediately. ”

"Hehe, yes, as long as Sect Master Li can write good words like Lord Ye, you can let the slave family do anything."

When the sisters heard this, they smiled and poked out their white and slender fingers, crossed Li Chunfeng's chest, and laughed with a smile.

They know Li Chunfeng very well, don't look at the immortal grandmaster, but they are very tolerant of these sisters, they can afford to joke, and they can stand the narrowness.

"! Which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned! The waves behind the river push the front waves, a generation of new people is better than the old people, in the future, this Puliu Lane will not have a foothold for me Li Chunfeng......"

When Li Chunfeng heard these words, he pretended to be angry, waved his hand at a group of sisters, and after a long sigh, he looked at Ye Ping expectantly, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Ye Ping, these sisters are waiting, don't let them down, otherwise, be careful that you will be refused to pick up customers by various families in Puliu Lane, and you will be beaten all over your head." ”

"Ye Pingding will not let your sisters down."

Ye Ping heard the sound, and looked at the group of warblers and Yanyan, smiled and hugged his fists, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he groaned.

In an instant, there was silence in the venue, and the originally noisy Qinglou sisters all made a heartbeat, looking at Ye Ping nervously, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Ye Ping's talents.

Li Chunfeng also looked at Ye Ping with a smile, wondering what great things he would do this time.

However, in his mind, Ye Ping shouldn't be able to make any good poems at this moment, after all, quatrains have never been in the sky, and a few times in the world, only the share of the magic hand is occasionally obtained, where will it often spring like a urine collapse?

Even Jiangling, the Jing'an Si Cheng, looked at Ye Ping with great interest at the moment, wanting to see if his subordinate, really had such a good poetic talent.

"It's not love the dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge. Flowers fall and bloom from time to time, always thanks to the monarch of the East......

If you go, you must go, and you must live how you live! If the head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave returns. ”

And at this moment, Ye Ping suddenly raised his head, put his hands behind his back, looked at the bright moon above his head, and said slowly, word by word.

One by one, the venue was silent for a moment, and a famous Qinglou sister hung her head and said nothing, even the one who played the music for Ye Ping before was now with her hands on the strings, motionless.

This short sentence, isn't it bad? Why are these sisters silent, not even ...... voice"

Hearing this, a night watchman raised his arm, lightly touched his companion beside him, and asked in a low voice.

"Not good? You know a fart, shut up! ”

But without waiting for his companion to speak, Li Chunfeng swept over and scolded angrily.

"Woo ......"

"In Puliu Alley, a group of duckweed catkins, thank Lord Ye for this short sentence."

"Lord Ye, you really are our bosom friend."

And at this moment, those Qinglou sisters who were silent hid their faces and sobbed one by one, tears rippling.

It's not love the dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge......

Yes, if there is a choice, who of them wants to be in this Puliu Lane, year after year, the flowers bloom and fall, and they can't help themselves, and many things depend on the proprietor alone.

If there is a choice, none of them want to, and the flowers are full of flowers, so don't ask where the slaves are.

These short eight sentences, only forty-four words, exhaust the bitterness and bitterness that they hide in the deepest part of their hearts.

Almost everyone felt that Ye Ping had gotten into their stomachs, saw the things they were hiding, and copied them little by little with a pen.

A huge Puliu Alley, at this moment, the sobbing sound is endless, and the eyes of countless sisters in the Qinglou Goulan are already red, but the eyes that look at Ye Ping are all full of admiration, fascination and dependence!

In this world, for them, the proprietor is common, and the bosom friend is hard to find!

And Ye Ping is their bosom friend.

"From now on, this kid, whether he goes to Tianxuan, no, any Qinglou hook fence in this world, there is no need to spend a wisp......"

Li Chunfeng took a pen and paper, and after transcribing Ye Ping's words, he sighed lightly.

"The door of the Mingyue Building of the slave family will always be open for you, even if you just come in and sit and drink a cup of tea, it is the blessing of the third generation of the slave family."

"In the Luomei Pavilion, there will always be an adult's seat, as long as you come, the tea is fragrant, the wine is warm, the song is right, and the prosperity is strong......"

"Listening to Xue Zhai, the door of Yingxue, from now on, it will only be opened for Lord Ye alone, the slave family, and there will be no outsiders."

Almost at the moment when Li Chunfeng's voice fell, the sisters of the Qinglou Goulan, as if they had just woken up from a dream, raised their hands, wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, stared at Ye Ping's eyes, and muttered with anticipation, word by word.

One by one, the surrounding night watchers, as well as those who came to see the excitement, gasped.

You must know that the people who say these words are not only like the fragrance of Yihong Courtyard in the past, the famous corner of Xiaohe's sharp corners, but also the Oiran lady, especially the Sakura Snow Lady in the Xue Zhai, who is the leader in today's Oiran, and a song is thousands of gold!

But now, he is going to be alone for Ye Ping, how can this not make people surprised and shocked!

In addition to the shock, the same thought came to everyone's minds:

From now on, the first person in the Fengyue Cong of the Tianxuan Empire should be Ye Ping!

Moreover......

No one beats!