137 cloud bookworm mentions, Qinglou female poetry
Everyone knew that this dominatrix was a powerful character, more than that Song tiger. I all know that the tiger molested a flower seller on the street a few days ago, and beat the woman away, and since then he has not dared to sell flowers in this place for a living. Besides, the recent incident of the heart-picking female thief has been in an uproar, and suddenly there is a heartthrob in the clouds, will there be another article in it.
So there are more and more onlookers, most of them are fresh, but those women are all around a sedan chair to see the men in the sedan chair, and they all say that it is the rebirth of the jade and compete to see the style. The men on the road who were curious were curious about why these women were so crazy looking at the wild men outside.
The dominatrix joked: "Lao Tzu is the third generation of Marshal Tianpeng Zhu Bajie's name Zhu Bajie, you laugh very much." β
Wan Qian Yanyun saw that this person was not a kind person, and his condition was a woman, he couldn't touch it, he couldn't touch it, he couldn't say it, he couldn't mess with it. He restrained his smile and said, "You are pouring ink and color, and your face value is a thousand gold." If you ask me to write your name on your face, it will be even more difficult to buy a word in ten thousand taels of gold. β
The ink that the dominatrix splashed on his face was the fire, and if he hadn't persuaded the fist with his kind words, he might have hit it, and the sedan chair wouldn't have been able to withstand her shaking twice. Although Wan Qian Yanyun is also a tall and handsome, more than eight feet, as strong as a calf. But in the face of the nine-foot Youying Liu Amin, it is just a big thing, and there is a feeling that a small bird depends on people.
She suspected that this was his intention, but she still pressed the person in her heart, who doesn't love talents? She said in a resentful tone: "How can I be worth a thousand gold, and how can you paint a thousand gold and it is difficult to buy a word." How can you give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, I will ignore you. β
"Oh! Wan Qi Yanyun listened to how this woman humiliated herself in front of all the women, and spoke so straightforwardly, she couldn't help but gasp, and said with a fake smile: "Yes! Isn't the ink on your face a heavy color?
Liu Amin said openly: "Yes, isn't this just a blockbuster? Isn't this just a painting......? Hurry up and help me write my name, otherwise others won't know about me? In this way, who else doesn't know me, and see that little hoof dares to seduce my man, Song Laohu. β
She laughed loudly, and the ink rolled into her mouth. Wan Qi Yanyun quickly dotted three words on the other side of him, "Dominatrix." β
She got the tattoo of her idol, and she rejoiced and showed off to everyone. It's just that the people here are afraid of her obscenity, and they are more or less afraid, but the outsiders don't know it, and there are sporadic cheers. Wan Qian Yanyun also smiled and laughed, and Liu Amin squeezed out of the crowd with satisfaction. Afraid that others would break the words on her face, she actually found a fig leaf to cover it up, so people didn't think it was strange to get out of the way and let her go.
She walked all the way and shouted: "Splashing ink and color, face value of a thousand gold, Chinese painting is fragrant, a word of ten thousand taels of gold." "Repeatedly, I thought about it and went away.
The people outside saw that his drawing was really good, even the words of Nati were also exquisite, but he only mentioned the dominatrix, but this did not affect the overflow of his talent. Therefore all the women stretched out their hands, and asked him to write, and not to paint. Wan Qi Yanyun was too busy to get around, and it was soft.
After working for a while, the dominatrix came back, and then the crowd dispersed, and the eight sedan chair bearers also took advantage of the chaos to escape and carried him to the bottom of Wanhualou. They invited Wan Qi Gongzi to come down, and he also came out slowly in shock, opened the fan and found that the fan was broken. He shook his clothes, and there were still four words on them that he had written: "Straight to the point." β
Wan Qi Yanyun originally thought that Wanhualou was a lively place, but when he saw that the door was really cold, he was sparsely scolded. The sparrows were still jumping up at the door, and it was very quiet. He was about to go in, and Zhu Er led the sedan chair drivers to follow him and said, "Wan Qi Gongzi, our wages ......." β
At this time, Wan Qian suddenly realized, and said smartly: "Oh, I remembered. β
Wan Qi Yanyun shouted, "Bring the pen." β
The palanquin bearers looked at each other, politely refused his suggestion, and said, "We want a little affordable, your adults can see it." β
Seeing that they didn't seem to want to mention the meaning of the word, Wan Qiyanyun said, "It's affordable." β
He paced and saw that the fan had been folded, but the four words on it were still clearly written, "Turning paper into gold." He unfolded it and pointed to it and said, "Here you go, no change." β
He went in like this, and the sedan chair men were dumbfounded, and they were busy working in vain. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I really take my own words seriously." β
He turned around and climbed to the first floor, but it was so lively that someone had already led him here. Wan Qi Yanyun said loudly: "Is that stabbing red rose hot girl here?"
Huang Xiaomei's old bustard saw that it was a nobleman, and took him and said, "It's just one layer above." β
At this time, the sound of the riot had already resounded through the deep courtyard. Wan Qi Yanyun was curious to go up, but the old bustard stopped and said: "Above is the place where the rich and the rich and the rich are all here to come to see our Wanhualou red card and her mother to compose poems, you want to go up unless you are richer than those rich people." β
Wan Qian Yanyun saw that this old bustard probably wanted to see what the real thing meant, and he rarely appeared in the scene here, so it made people feel alive. Second, many people have heard of his name all year round, but they don't necessarily know him personally. He glanced at the bustard and said, "What I have is money, not a few dollars." β
As soon as the old bustard heard the money, he immediately became excited and asked, "Where is it?" β
Wan Qi Yanyun saw that she was really a money-seeking woman, and said funny: "It's in my hands." β
The old bustard turned his hand over and over and said, "Lie to the old lady, go to your mother." β
Wan Qian Yanyun did not give up his noble value, and still said so confidently: "I really have a lot of gold." β
Seeing that this person was probably a second person who was blowing water, the old bustard said weakly: "What are you talking about, I can see the real thing." People like you have money, and my wife is still a yellow flower girl, can I still buy you? If you don't have money, look at you as a scholar. If you have the talent, you can also go up, we said Red Rose. β
When Wan Qi Yanyun saw her say this, she thought that there was a yellow house in the book, and Yan Ruyu in the book, and thought to herself: "The book is too little to use, and it really comes in handy." It's really a no-brainer, and suddenly it's a friendship, and it's really a pity. β
He sang and sighed, and couldn't help but sigh again and again: "Talented, hum! I think I am a red-faced bookworm in the imperial city full of poems and paintings, and no one in the world knows you." β
The old bustard looked at it and said, "You're the bookworm who dots paper into gold and red faces, ahh β
"You can't have any less, just die and ask for money. Wan Qiyanyun didn't bring a copper plate, and was ready to turn around and leave.
Not wanting to be pulled by a woman who was in the middle of the spring festival, she pleaded with the bustard: "Mom, I saw him on the street, he is really a red-faced bookworm." β
Soon Wan Qi Yanyun's face was red until the bottom of his ears, and when the old bustard saw him like this, he also said to the number one talent in the capital: "It's a little bit like that." β
Wan Qi Yanyun touched the ashes of his nose, this stingy woman is also a character who knocks the door to the house, and she really ran into an opponent. He took out another Yin fan and opened the four words: "Turn paper into gold." β
The old bustard was happy to see that he was really a little stylish, so he laughed and said: "My red roses are waiting for the child's bookworm, the so-called beautiful talent, born a pair, and set a pair." β
The old bustard urged him to go up and said, "You still go upstairs to help Wan Qi Gongzi go upstairs for the Spring Festival." β
"Yes, Mom. Wan Qian Yanyun waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm not so weak and can't help the wind, I can still walk up." β
The above calmed down for a while, a beaded skin with amber skin, a small peach mouth with crooked eyebrows, watery eyes, watery lips, crystal white jade hands, and a tender silk dress.
"The cold mountain road falls on the cold stream. He couldn't help but say it from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, what a monk on the cold mountain road. The red-faced bookworm slowly went upstairs and exclaimed.
A woman came out of the library and greeted, "Childe is here, I know you will come." β
"Huang Mazi, this is your fault, how can such a lively place be without a demeanor called Pianpian, a goose-like appearance, and a belly full of warp wheels?" Wan Qi Yanyun deliberately criticized the two entourages and said, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
A big official said: "Okay, straight to the point, the demeanor of the words is colorful, elegant, lucky, and resolute." β
This person is Mao Yi, a wealthy merchant who spent three taels of gold to buy his word, and he saw that Wan Qi came at the right time. They were fighting against this woman's poetry, and some of them laughed and said: "Commonly known as the Northern Hanhua South Scholar, I don't want to meet here, it's really a strange fate, a strange fate." β
Wan Qi Yanyun walked over and said, "You are the tricky red rose hot girl." β
The woman's appearance is detached, with the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon, and the posture of a sinking fish and a goose. She came and raised her hand leisurely and said, "You are a vulgar red-faced immortal idiot and nerd Wan Qi Yanyun." β
Wan Qi Yanyun saw that she was not born with a weak body, but with the temperament of a chivalrous woman, and said unusually: "I am an eight-foot man, with the softness of tenderness and affection on the outside, and the toughness of fortitude and force on the inside. β
Bei Hanhua smiled, and the bookworm took out a peach-colored little felt hat from his arms and put it on, opened the fan, jumped on the table and said, "The mountains and trees are deep, and they are lingering in the distance." β
The woman lifted the pomegranate skirt and stood on the table and said: "There are often birds in the chirp, and there is no one in the loneliness." β
The bookworm was shaking his head to listen to her, his knees couldn't help but weaken, he was drunk on the desk, and replied: "It's been empty for a long time, and the hazelnut vines are craggy." β
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the windowsill, lifting the woman's skirt, and the woman was lying on the table opposite him, and said in a comical voice: "The wind and rain are blowing, and the snow is accumulating. β
"Surrounded by the bones, the secluded and true Buddha. He made a funny, teasing gesture.
"The morning does not see the sun, and the years do not know the spring. She also threw a soul-destroying electric eye.
"Every year, the sky disappears. The audience burst into applause.
Wan Qian Yanyun bowed and said, "Thank you, thank you." β
Li Zuizi also applauded: "The second son is really outstanding. Awesome. β
The following article is talking about his wonderful right, Wan Qian Yanyun said: "This tricky girl, I heard that you also bought ten gold for one word, which is good! β
Seeing that he stole the limelight, the woman didn't have a good face and said: "A humble poem is only 40 words, and it is so-so to buy ten gold for one word." β
"No way, you think you're me! You're a liar, you're a clichΓ©. Wan Qian Yanyun smiled in disbelief and accused: "This level is still appreciated by others, it's really blind." β
"I'm not blind, I gave you three gold at the beginning, and it is not an exaggeration to give the Holy Maiden of Beihan ten gold this time. Mao Yi smiled and said: "The head of this Beihan flower is ten gold per word, she is not wrong, your poems are all sold by me for money." β
A white-clothed scholar stood up and said, "The girl's poem, can you chant it for us to taste and taste it." β
She pretended to think about it and said: "Okay, I'm a woman, and I don't dare to talk nonsense in front of the celebrities of the generous family." It's just that everyone is glorious, and the little woman is smiling and is going to be ugly. β