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Early the next morning, An Qian took Yan Wanyun all over the city again, and the Chengdu oasis was so big that it was enough for them to go around in circles. Li Chengyu also took Ling Yun'er out, and continued to wander around the yamen to inquire about the situation.

Yi Yun's "24-hour self-house guard" finally practiced to 2% proficiency, and just after the last "imperial house" time, he didn't think about it, he immediately used it again, and then moved the table, chair, and the four treasures of the study, and went to the gate of the courtyard to set up a word stall.

The small street at the entrance is still the same as yesterday, with sparse pedestrians, old dogs lying on the side of the street, children running past the door with iron hoops, and everything seems extremely peaceful.

The Qinglou opposite, which had a very bad business, suddenly opened the door, and a woman in very scantily clad clothes walked out, twisted her waist step by step, and staggered to his word stall. This woman is wearing a red and green color robe, typical red and green, ugly and crying, and her appearance is average, not pretty, she can only barely pass the test, no wonder the business of the Qinglou is not good, if the sisters in the Qinglou are all of this grade...... Ahem......

Sister Qinglou laughed a few times, put her hand on Yi Yun's shoulder, and said with a grin: "Yi Gongzi, the slave family's name is Xiaohong, I watched you upstairs for a day yesterday, and I have been looking at you early this morning, you look so handsome, people want to eat you in one bite when they see it." ”

I'm dizzy, flirting with me?

Yi Yun was shocked! Nima, Lao Tzu came to this world to molest a woman from a good family, but how did he become a man from a good family who was molested by a prodigal woman?

Xiaohong circled around him twice, touching both of Yi Yun's shoulders, but she barely touched her face. Fortunately, Yi Yun's movements were calm, if he stretched out his hand to respond, he was afraid that Xiaohong would sit on his lap.

"Ahem, little red girl, what are you looking for me? Do you want to write a letter to your family?"

"Hehe, many of the girls in our building can write, and they don't have to work hard to do it. Xiaohong smiled.

Oh, Yi Yun suddenly, the ancient Qinglou girls and the modern girls are different, most of them are literate and hyphenated, can write and draw, and have a higher level than some talents, why do you need to find someone to write a letter?

"What are you looking for me, girl?"

Xiaohong grinned and said: "Although the girls in our building can write and sing, they are not very good at writing poems and lyrics, if there is no new song to sing, the customers who come to play in the building feel bored, you have also seen, our business in this green building is getting worse and worse, and it is almost impossible to open, and we urgently need new lyrics." I see that Yi Gongzi is handsome, he must be a great talent, why don't you help us write a few lyrics, the money we give is much higher than writing letters. ”

"Oh, I see. "Yi Yun suddenly realized that this is a singer who came to me as a lyricist, and this kind of afterlife also exists, which is not strange. Speaking of which, selling lyrics is a good job, and I can't make a lot of money, but it's just ...... Aren't ancient lyrics just poems? Do you want me to copy poems?

Yi Yun immediately denied the crooked work of copying poems, he used to read a lot of novels on the starting point network, the protagonists in those novels copied poems and words, and used them to deceive the world and steal their names, which made Yi Yun feel very uncomfortable, as an ideal, a pursuit, full of a sense of justice, and a homebody full of frugality, piracy is something that can't be done in death.

He spread his hands and said, "Little Red Girl, that ...... Xiaosheng is not good at learning and art, and he can't write poetry, please forgive me. ”

"Yi Gongzi, how can you do this. Xiaohong pulled his sleeve and shook it vigorously: "The slave family doesn't believe that you can't write, you must dislike others, so you can write a poem for the slave family." ”

"I really can't write!"

"Write a poem......"

"Really, really not!"

"Write a poem......"

"I really, really can't write poetry!"

"Write a poem......"

Nima, haunted the dead, Iyun Khan. This Xiaohong was originally a girl in the Qinglou, and she didn't pay attention to any woman's reserve, so it was very terrible to entangle people, and she touched and pulled at Yi Yun, and her whole body was going to fall into Yi Yun's arms. However, Yi Yun doesn't like wind and dust women, he is only interested in women from good families.

Entangled in the end, Yi Yun has two big heads, and he is in a hurry, by the way, Lao Tzu has written countless poems on the Internet, and he will take an old work to scare you, since you want to kill yourself, don't blame the young master I threw away the festival and scared you with a poem.

He slapped the table and said loudly: "I can't stand your entanglement, so I'll make you a poem, just one, and leave quickly after you hear it, don't bother me again." ”

Little Red is overjoyed.

Yi Yun Monster laughed, buried his knots in the depths of his soul, and then groaned:

One bed, two sleepers, briefs, four legs.

(5) Hold your mouth, (6) Twist your legs, and (7) ride on your back.

Pick (8) lower your bra, (9) hold your boob, it is really (10) comfortable.

As soon as this poem came out, it was earth-shattering!

Xiaohong was frightened and retreated ten meters away, unable to speak, her eyes straight. After standing for a while, she screamed like a cuckoo crying blood, and then threw out a silver ingot and fled.

Yi Yun sneered, picked up the silver from the ground, weighed it, at least two taels, converted into copper coins is about two thousand Wen, and the discount is about 1,000 yuan: "Tsk, it's not bad, this poem was posted once in the QQ group that year, and at that time, it caused more than a dozen group friends to block my speech, four or five netizens quit the group in anger, two girls scolded me for being a hooligan, three girls scolded me for being a bastard, and the group leader girl kicked me out of the group with one kick. ”

He put the silver in his arms, and his heart was so proud that he couldn't help but dance.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of yin and yang strange laughter at the corner of the street, and a group of playful hooligans walked out of the corner, and the first person in the row put a dog skin plaster on his face, which looked like a begging for a beating, and he smiled at Yi Yunwei: "Poor scholar, a guy like you is also worthy of being called a scholar?

Yi Yun frowned, he saw that the good ones didn't come, the ones who came were not good, and these gangsters obviously didn't have a good heart, so he replied in a deep voice: "What's wrong with making silver poems? I earn a little money to support my family, and how to earn money is my freedom." ”

The bastard laughed and said: "Scholars, you should cultivate yourself, work together, govern the country, and level the world, how can you make such a nasty thing in order to make money, you should have a little social responsibility, you must know that what you scholars say can affect the social atmosphere, what should you do if you teach children badly?"

Yo, this theory sounds so familiar! There is no shortage of such people on the starting point network in later generations, who shout all day long that the novels of the starting point network are vulgar, will teach children, and call for nonsense such as thinking and surnames in online novels.

Yi Yun knows that there is no reason to talk about this kind of person, no matter what you say, he can pull your IQ to the same level as him, and then use his intelligence with no lower limit to defeat you. In fact, this kind of person is not reasonable at all, they just come to make trouble out of nothing and want to find fault.

Iyun snorted softly and ignored him.

The thug said loudly: "Lao Tzu is talking to you, and you dare to ignore it? Brothers, give it to me, set up this guy who is making silver poems on the street, break his legs first, and then talk to him in detail." ”

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