The three of them and Nalan Yun entered Wucheng, Zhejiang, and Qin Wuyuan couldn't wait to meet this Wu Tong. But Yi Qingyan was not in a hurry, he told Qin Wuyuan to fill his stomach first. Anyway, Wu Tong's house is mixed in the green building all day long, and there are only two green buildings in Wucheng, Zhejiang, so it is not difficult to find.

In this way, the four of them first found a restaurant, and then began to have a good meal.

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In the Yesheng Building, a dignified-looking young boy with the style of Pan An Song Yu was sitting on a mahogany carved round stool, and behind him stood a woman wearing a red Luo skirt, half-dissolved chest, and slightly red cheeks, who was pressing the shoulders of the son-in-law with both hands. The young and handsome boy leaned on the woman, his eyes closed, and his face was full of wine, obviously drunk.

Beside the boy, there were countless warblers and warblers surrounding him, some pinching their arms and some pinching their legs. All of them had flattery on their faces, and they kept chanting the name of Brother Gongzi.

"Brother Zhishu!

These women showed their charm to the son-in-law called Zhishu, because this person was Wu Tong, the son of the wealthy Wu Cai.

Wu Tong, the word knows the tree, the ancestral home of Ningbo Province, Jiangsu, Zhejiang. His hobby is to hang out in the Qinglou.

Wu Tong has been in the Qinglou for a few days, and in addition to the smell of rouge powder on the woman's body, there is also the smell of alcohol.

When he came, he made these dusty women very happy. One by one, they were stuck to Wu Gongzi's body like a dog skin plaster. As long as Wu Tong came to the Qinglou, the other guests would not be interested, and all the women with excellent postures would go to find others, and it would be boring to leave the rest of the mediocre ones. So when Wu Tong came, those guests also left interestingly. In the end, it became Wu Tong's one-person charter.

Those women did everything they could to please Wu Tong, so that one day this Wu Gongzi could take a fancy to him, then he would soar into the sky, even if he couldn't be the young grandmother of the Wu family, being a concubine was better than sitting in this green building and begging those bad people who wouldn't hurt people at all.

But this Wu Gongzi is also strange. When I came to Qinglou, I didn't look for a woman, but came here to drink. For so many years, no one in Wucheng, Zhejiang Province has heard of a woman's bed in which woman.

Some people say that this Wu Gongzi is not close to women because his hobby is not on women, and some people say that this Wu Gongzi is actually practicing martial arts, and the first thing that this kind of martial arts is related to endurance is ......

Wu Tong has not affirmed any of these statements, so they are all speculations, and what they really think depends on what Wu Tong thinks.

However, this guy has been drunk for several days since he came here, and when he was drunk and dreamed of death, he suddenly remembered the little lady from his childhood. The little lady had a pair of pigtails on her head, and there were two small pear vortices when she smiled. If she is still alive, I am afraid that she is already a slim and beautiful woman, right?

Wu Tong thought about it, and tears flowed out.

He wiped the tears on his face, wiped his nose, and whispered: "You buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow." ”

Wu Tong's soft moan was heard by the woman behind him. The woman leaned over, her crisp chest pressed against the back of Wu Tong's neck. The soft touch came instantly, but Wu Tong was depressed at this time, and he didn't feel anything else.

The woman didn't feel Wu Tong's sadness, but only heard Wu Tong's soft moan. She hadn't heard Wu Tong's poetry before, but she heard it by chance today, and she couldn't help but be happy. Her heart was full of thoughts, Wu Gongzi was so elegant, could it be that he wanted to spoil his sisters today?

Thinking of this, the woman in the Luo skirt twisted her body, her cherry lips were close to Wu Tong's ear, she spit out Youlan, and whispered: "Brother Zhishu, I don't know what you are singing about this song "Dream Weizhi"?" Zhangpu is sick three times, and Xianyang grass and trees are eight autumns. Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow. Awei Hanlang went to the same time, and the night platform was vague and knew no. ’”

After the woman in the skirt finished chanting the poem of the Xiangshan monk, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Wu Tong with anticipation. She was sure that she would definitely be favored by Wu Gongzi if she recited this poem.

She thought that Wu Gongzi would definitely look at herself differently because he answered his verses. felt like he was his confidante. At that time, Wu Gongzi invited himself to his house to exchange poems, and then the sun was full of flowers, and the warbler wore willow belts, and still pressed the incense to lie down......

However, Wu Tong's reaction was completely different from what the woman in Luo Skirt thought. Wu Tong, who was in a sad mood, did not let his emotions be relieved because of a poem chanted by the woman in the Luo skirt. On the contrary, the soft groan of the woman in the skirt made Wu Tong, who had always been mild-mannered, a little annoyed.

He got up from his stool, picked up the white porcelain flask from the table, and slammed it to the ground.

Crash!

The white porcelain wine jug shattered on the ground, and in an instant, countless fragments splashed out and splashed on the women beside Wu Tong, and the wine in the pot also splashed on the skirts of those women.

The women were startled by Wu Tong's sudden move, and retreated one by one. Then he secretly looked at Wu Gongzi, who was suddenly angry in front of him, trembling one by one, and was silent.

At this time, Wu Tong had already woken up, and he looked at the women who were trembling because they were afraid of him. Suddenly he let out a long sigh, then threw down a wad of silver tickets, and turned away without saying a word.

When he walked out of the green building, his eyes were full of tears.

There is no woman in this world who can re-enter my Wu Zhishu's heart.

Passers-by on the street watched Wu Tong come out of the green building, all with smiles on their faces, and respectfully stepped forward to greet Wu Tong. Wu Tong looked at these people and responded politely one by one, but he was not unusually indifferent in his heart. He knew what the world was saying about him.

"Wu Gongzi is the first in the world among all the children of rich families; in terms of knowledge and ability, it is better to go to the child to find a doll; but when it comes to romance, then Wu Gongzi can also be called the first in the world!"

This is everyone's opinion of Wu Tong, a good man, a merry man, and a good boy.

In the past, Wu Tong didn't care about these evaluations, but today he is different. He looked at the ambiguity in the eyes of the people and sighed again. He took a few slow steps forward, then suddenly raised his head and sneered, and whispered: "Wu Tong is not a sycamore, and he knows the tree but not the tree." People call me romantic, who is tender?"

Wu Tong's voice was very low, and only he could hear this poem. But he didn't care, this poem was originally written by him for himself, so he didn't need others to hear it. And even if others listen to it, they just say a few wonderful words on the surface, but in their hearts they scold themselves for moaning without illness.

What "tenderness and who is the book?", how can anyone believe that people who are drunk and dreaming of death in the Qinglou every day will have tenderness?

Wu Tong laughed at himself again, and then laughed loudly: "The wind and snow, the moon and the wind are flowing, and the drunken gold is obsessed with the tree township." ”