At the same time that the Su family came to Xingshi to ask about the guilt, Qin Changsheng was in the main city at the foot of the Su family's mountain, walking boredly.

On both sides of the bustling street, people come and go, so it's not lively.

Suddenly, Qin Changsheng stopped, looked at the palatial small building in front of him, and stood still.

Tenyin Pavilion!

A good name, as soon as you hear it, it is a good place to listen to music.

Tianyin Pavilion, which suddenly appeared five thousand years ago, with many beautiful singers and dancers in the pavilion, as well as extraordinary talents, in just a few thousand years, it has formed a huge scale in the entire human territory.

The whole pavilion exudes an atmosphere of luxury and mystery, and if you listen carefully, the soft sound of musical instruments flows, making people feel a different kind of tranquility and melodiousness.

It is rumored that the cabinet is a well-trained Qing people, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, proficient in everything, and the most important thing is that the art is not sold out.

It's a pity, it's a vegetarian! Qin Changsheng sighed faintly.

Although he has been talking about love everywhere for the past 10,000 years, he has been unusually low-key because he has no cultivation, and he has always avoided this kind of place where he is often jealous and competes for strength.

However, now he is an emperor and invincible.

Come to this place to see it, drink some tea, listen to a song, don't overdo it!

Qin Changsheng thought about it again and again, but decided to go in and explore one or two.

It's just that as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was stopped.

"This son, please show your identity, or show your financial resources."

"Please forgive me, this is a high-end place, and it is not something that can be entered casually!"

"Childe, although you are handsome, you can't prostitute for nothing!"

Although the tone is soft, the words indicate one meaning:

Forbidden to the poor!

"Capital verification?"

Qin Changsheng was stunned on the spot, as if he dreamed back to his previous life and entered the scene of buying a house in a high-end community.

It's so fashionable, go to a green building, and you have to verify your capital?

As the ancestor of the Qin family, he can naturally go in, but if he talks about it, he is afraid that he will be regarded as a liar.

Moreover, the ancestor of the Qin family went to the Qinglou, this is not a shame!

Qin Changsheng subconsciously looked at the storage ring, when he was suddenly promoted to the Great Emperor Jin, he didn't have the habit of storing it in the Purple Mansion, and he was still used to using the storage ring.

As far as the eye can see, it is all things given by his ex-girlfriend, and as for the mundane currency, spirit stones, etc., it seems that they have all been placed in the Qin family before.

His own things, only a lone ten Extreme Dao Emperor soldiers and a few pills remained.

This......

Visiting a green building and using the Extreme Dao Emperor as a mortgage is not too extravagant, and it is one thing whether people recognize it or not.

Finished!

Sure enough, poverty makes me upright!

Qin Changsheng sighed deeply and was about to walk away, when he suddenly saw the poems hanging at the door.

In a flash of inspiration, I thought of various episodes from the novels of my previous life.

"Excuse me, can I make a good poem?"

"Of course, if the prince can make a good poem and satisfy the master of the sub-pavilion, not only can he enter, but he will also be a guest, you must know that the original intention of the establishment of this Tianyin Pavilion is to get acquainted with the world's talents." The guard replied.

That's it!

Qin Changsheng was overjoyed.

Sure enough, the happiness that can be obtained by spending money is not really happiness.

White prostitution is the real happiness!

We are waiting for scholars to convince people with our talents!

Whew!

Qin Changsheng picked up the pen and ink next to him and wrote, handed it to the guards after writing, and waited on the side, with a bamboo in his chest.

What I wrote (copied) by myself is a word handed down from generation to generation, and in this world where martial arts are the mainstay and the literary style is not particularly strong, it is not quacked and killed.

………

On the third floor of the attic, Meng Xuan'er leaned on the soft bed, shrouded in a light veil, and her graceful figure loomed, which was coveted, half-squinting, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Miss, good poetry, good poetry!"

A maid ran up panting, still holding a poem in her handwriting.

"Hee-hee, little Cui'er, where is it so wet? Could it be that you met Ruyi Langjun? Meng Xuan'er giggled and quipped.

has been running this branch for hundreds of years, and she has never seen any kind of so-called peerless poetry, all of them are people who sell their fame and reputation.

"Miss, it's really a good poem, don't believe it." Cui'er's cheeks were crimson at being teased, but she still handed the poem over.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look ......"

When Meng Xuan'er read the first sentence, her voice stopped abruptly, and her charming expression disappeared, leaving only her face full of disbelief and eagerness. Holding Cui'er's shoulders with both hands, with a serious face, he asked:

"Who wrote this, and where are the people?"

Cui'er had never seen her own young lady like this, and she was frightened for a while, and only replied for a long time:

"Miss Hui, it was written by a handsome boy outside, and now he is waiting outside."

Meng Xuan'er also found that her behavior was too abnormal, which frightened the little maid, touched Cui'er's hair to reassure, and said in Sakura's lips:

"It's good if you don't leave, it's good if you don't leave."

Then, as if in a hundred thousand hurry, he commanded:

"Go quickly, lead that son into room No. 1, arrange for falling snow and glass to serve well, you must stabilize that son and delay time."

After the little maid left, Meng Xuan'er took out a communication talisman from her arms, and after Shen Nian sent the news, she breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the unfinished poem, and continued to read:

"The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, the spring breeze blows Revlon, if it weren't for the jade mountains, they would meet the moon in Yaotai."

She will never forget this poem, which is a poem that the patriarch made them engrave in their hearts.

Tianyin Pavilion is strictly an intelligence organization, and it is here to give them a home for these weak women with poor backgrounds and homelessness.

The second reason is that this place gathers people from three religions and nine streams, which is an excellent place to listen to the news.

But the original intention of Tianyin Pavilion was to find a person, a man.

It is said that the man was the lover of the patriarch, and before leaving, he left this poem for the patriarch, so that the patriarch completely sank and could no longer fall in love with other people.

The only characteristic is that he is talented and brilliant, oh, and there is another characteristic, according to the patriarch, that is, good-looking, the kind of good-looking that lasts for thousands of years.

Especially the patriarch has a training, if you meet the person who made this poem again, you must notify it in time, no matter where she is, she will definitely come with all her might.

Their descendants also asked the patriarch why the patriarch didn't paint a few portraits of lovers since they were once lovers, so that they could find it.

But when they saw it, the patriarch painted one after another, tore one after another, and said that the mortal brush and ink could not draw half of the charm of the lover.

Since then, they've understood.

Patriarch, go crazy!

Crazy for love, crazy for love!

Isn't this a pure love brain!

Although, countless times in their hearts for the ancestor of grievances, and countless times of hatred of the scumbag who abandoned the ancestor, but as juniors, they can't persuade the ancestor to let go.

"I hope that this time the patriarch can get his wish." Meng Xuan'er muttered to herself.

Since the man outside knows this poem, there must be a certain connection with the scumbag back then, regardless of whether the person back then is still alive or not, this time, I hope that the patriarch's heart knot can be completely untied.