"The Name of Taibai"

"Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island——"

It was dusk, and the Yellow Crane Tower, which was supposed to close early to thank customers, was empty, but suddenly a few poems came out, and the sound was bright and thick.

After this heroic poetic chant, it was followed by an undisguised burst of admiration.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! What a Harukawa herb!! What a Cui Hao!!! Hahahaha......"

The fifth floor of the Yellow Crane Tower is also the highest floor of this "first floor in the world"!

The man was dressed in white, and a blue-veined folding fan came in his hand, picked up a wine jug on the sandalwood table on the side, and pinned it with the long sword at his waist.

With a dozen folding fans, the man laughed and said, "Go!"

The man's "go" was not tight, but it really scared the little man who was dozing off next to him half to death, and he was completely sleepy in an instant, he took half a step towards the man tremblingly, and said anxiously: "Brother Lian, have you written a poem?"

"Hehe, no."

The man did not have the qualities he should have, and he admitted it very scoundrelly.

"What? What's going on again? You're the famous Mr. Qinglian, don't go wrong at this time......"

Xiao Yan patted his chest and said with a package ticket: "Brother Lian, what did you say?" As long as you say, there is nothing in the whole Wuchang County that I can't do with Bai Wu!! ”

"No, no—"

When Qinglian heard that this little man named Bai Wu said this, she couldn't help but hide her face and smile, looked up at the roof at a forty-five degree angle, flicked the folding fan in her hand, and smiled: "Poetry is in my heart, don't say it, don't say it-"

Qinglian shook her hand while shirking, and was about to walk to the stairs.

This Bai Wu is also a clever person, and when he saw that the situation was not right, he immediately rushed to Qinglian with a "rub" sound, blocking the way, so he acted as a problem: "Brother Lian, in order to let you inscribe a poem, the landlord has made a lot of money today, and even Yaxing'er, the prince of the Zhou family, has been refuted."

"So if you don't write a poem today, the boy Bai Wu will be rotten, but will you live in your heart?"

Bai Wu's words are very measured, and there have long been rumors on the rivers and lakes that this famous "Mr. Qinglian" is a chivalrous man who values righteousness.

So Bai Wu simply did it to the end, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and cried: "Brother Lian, I beg you for Bai Wu today."

"Bai Wu knows that Bai Wu's status is low, and I'm afraid that I don't deserve to lift your shoes, but if you don't write poems here today, I'm afraid that I, Bai Wu, won't be able to see the early sun......"

Bai Wu was like a scoundrel, hugging Qinglian's thigh, and he couldn't kick it to death.

"That's it......"

Qinglian put away the folding fan, shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid of you, grind it......",