Feng Tianqi and Cui Huai were dumbfounded.

The little brother is really the master who is inserted into the end.

Everywhere is the home field.

White prostitution became synonymous with him.

"Xu Lang, this wave of guests is very picky, they are students from Chuzhou who came to the capital to participate in the imperial examination, and the slave family is about to be unable to cope with it."

Her meaning is very clear, that is, she only has one poem that she can handle, and she has been using it for several days.

No matter how good the poem is, it will be boring to read too much.

It is a truth that when facing the same woman every night, after a long time, there will be aesthetic fatigue.

Xu Moyan nodded and made a gesture for me to go in and take a look.

Cui Xiang grabbed his arm, shook his body proudly, and the little girl opened the door curtain, and the two walked in.

Feng Tianqi asked, "What should we do?" ”

Cui Huai stretched out his hand and took out some scattered silver from his arms, and said bitterly: "Moët Yue Pavilion is not bad, that old lady is extremely cooperative." ”

"Hmm...... Walk. ”

There is no magic in the end, so you can only find a sense of existence in the old ladies.

With the arrival of Xu Moyan, the hall where the guests were entertaining and drinking suddenly fell silent.

They set their sights on the masculine and handsome Secret Saucer Gold Medal.

"Come on, come on, everybody go on."

Cuixiang greeted everyone.

She sat in the middle position, and Xu Moyan sat beside her.

The liquor order continues.

From guessing boxing, chanting poems, and pairs to shaking dice, pai gow, thirteen points, it is a lot of fun.

Xu Moyan did not participate in any of them.

Sitting on the side, just eating meat and drinking wine.

After a few rounds, everyone gradually got better.

Cui Xiang got up and stroked the piano, added the rhythm to the poem Xu Moyan wrote to her, and sang it again.

Not to mention.

After Cuixiang's adaptation, the poem instantly has a soul.

Coupled with the accompanying dance of the singers, it is even more charming.

Qu Bad.

One of the men shouted, "It's been a few days, Miss Cuixiang won't be able to do this one, right?" Change a song, Lao Tzu out a hundred taels. ”

Scholars take off the disguise of a scholar, and they are all social people in their bones.

Cui Xiang was stunned for a moment and said: "Good poems must be considered and considered, the slave family is stupid, it is all Xu Gongzi who gives the poem, so that the little woman has the opportunity to interpret it." ”

"Oh!"

Everyone turned their attention to Xu Moyan, who was drinking.

They had just heard Miss Cuixiang call him Xu Lang.

"You wrote the poem "The Autumn Moon in the West Palace Presents Emerald Fragrance"?"

"No, it's down."

No wonder you can prostitute for nothing...... But he said, "It can't be copied, right?" ”

Xu Moyan said with a smile: "This little brother is really joking, you can also copy a poem like this, and the girl from the Teaching Workshop Division can choose whatever you want." ”

Xu Moyan was telling the truth.

A poem can make the little-known Cui Xiang of the Jiaofang Division popular overnight, not only has its own independent courtyard, but also ranks among the Oiran.

In the past few days, her small courtyard has been crowded with guests, and she is overwhelmed.

"If you take plum blossoms as the theme and make a poem on the spot, it will prove that you are really capable."

Xu Moyan does not accept this soft threat.

"I don't need to prove anything to you."

The scholar was energetic.

He stood up and shook his fingers, shouting, "I just said that his poems came from the wrong way, and they must have been plagiarized in the academy." ”

"So what? You're going to hit me? ”

The secret saucer division walked sideways in the capital, and he didn't have the guts yet.

Then.

Another Oiran walked in.

Everyone's eyes shot in a volley.

It's exquisite, Xu Mo said in his heart.

Last time I went to his courtyard to drink, I was not selected by her, and Xu Moyan was very hurt.

He held her maidservant Cuixiang in one hand, and now he came to stir up the situation again.

"Isn't this Lord Xu?"

As he spoke, he came up and sat beside him.

He hurriedly stopped: "Linglong girl has a beautiful body, I can't stand it!" ”

There is a complaining meaning in the words.

Linglong bent down to cover her mouth and smiled, deliberately revealing the snow white on her chest, and said: "Lord Xu has become an official and entered the knighthood, the little woman has no beads, so I will go to the slave's house to spend the night tonight to ensure that Lord Xu is satisfied, okay?" ”

It's a technical ...... Xu Moyan touched his chin and looked at Linglong.

Cuixiang couldn't sit still, twisted her waist and came to him, grabbed his arm, pouted and said, "Xu Lang, I said that I would accompany others." ”

Who is more sassy between the two PK.

The other students in the room were embarrassed.

A secret saucer Siwufu made the Jiaofang Division his harem.

They had spent money, and before the time for the liquor order had arrived, they had already begun to fight for the right to spend the night for a plagiarist martial artist, which made their scholars very hurt.

"You don't take us too seriously, do you?"

It's still the scholar, and he talks a lot.

"Get out of the way, you can come back with a top prize, and the old lady will serve you for a lifetime."

Forehead...... The scholar was speechless.

Xu Moyan said leisurely at this time: "Before, my thoughts were exhausted, but after seeing the Linglong girl, suddenly my thoughts were springing up, and I couldn't help but want to write a poem." ”

"Yes, yes!"

Linglong jumped and clapped her hands, and the chest cloth dangled around, and the man's gift was about to jump out.

The scholars held their wine glasses, and their eyes were reluctant to take their eyes off Linglong's chest.

I'm afraid I'm thinking: "Jump out, jump out ......"

Takefu is more direct, when they encounter this situation, they will go up directly and grab it, laugh a lot, pick up the girl by the waist, throw it on the bed, and ravage it wantonly.

Scholars are completely different, they have a bad taste in their hearts.

They ask for more, not only to get, but also to get the process as handsome as possible.

Later generations ridiculed scholars for going to brothels: "You cultural people really know how to play." ”

Linglong straightened his posture, and everyone's eyes moved to Xu Moyan's body, looking at each other and smiling, tacitly.

Copying poems and manifesting saints is a major characteristic of the traverser.

After all, in his previous life, he worked in a cultural limited company, and he couldn't make good poems.

Anyway, there are no traces of those poets and poets in this world, and he is his when he says it.

But.

You can't show that you are very awesome at the beginning, which will make people annoying and will not achieve the effect of pretending to be forced.

They must maintain a sense of mystery, and when they are hungry and thirsty, they suddenly have a flash of inspiration and spew out a masterpiece that has been passed down to the world, and they are worshipped as gods.

Just like at this time.

From the students who rushed to take the exam, to the maidservants, and the two Oirans all regarded him as the focus of attention.

In front of everyone's eyes, Xu Moyan raised his head and drank a glass of wine, threw away the wine glass, and said in a loud voice: "It's about Yongmei that scholar said." ”

The scholar straightened his waist and pouted with a look of disdain.

[There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone;

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. 】

Xu Moyan did it in one go, without stumbling.

The scholar's expression changed from the initial disdain, and when he heard the second sentence, his face had already turned iron-blue.

After Xu Moyan finished chanting the poem, his knees bent and wanted to kneel for him.

Linglong frowned: "It's a good poem, but it's a pity it's short." ”

Xu Moyan leaned in with a smile and said in a deep voice: "But the artistic conception is very hard, is there any?" ”

"Nasty!"

Delicate little fists punched him in the chest.

Cuixiang was jealous.

Xu Moyan could only be her first person, and no one would want to snatch it away.

She stepped over, wrapped her arms around his arm, pressed her chest against his body, bit her lip and said, "The slave family wants it too." ”

Hahaha......

Xu Moyan raised his head and laughed, like a politician who had succeeded in his conspiracy, hugged Cuixiang's soft and boneless waist, and said, "Give it to you, give it to you." ”

Linglong's face was turned into a bun.