"The willows are green and drooping on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wicker is broken and the flowers are flying, and the pedestrians are asked if they will return?"

Above the restaurant, there were bursts of music, and they all sounded one after another, and they circled the beam for three days. With the sound of the pipa and the farewell song slowly appeared, the female voice was crisp and soft, and every word and tone was quite parting and erotic.

Sima Wuregret sat downstairs, at this time Li Fengchen's brother Li Fengyu had returned to Xuzhou with the rest of the disciples of the Double Sword Sect, and Li Fengchen was given another order by the door, asking him to go to Jinling first and meet Qiu Biao, the head of the Five Tigers Gate in the south of the Yangtze River.

Since the secret letter of Wuhumen was made public a few days ago, Qiu Biao has also been sought after by others all the way, the elders of the previous generation have retired from the position of head of the house when they are old, and Qiu Biao, as the big boss, has naturally become the new head of Wuhumen, and these things have only come out in the past few days. Li Fengchen's trip, on the one hand, is to congratulate Qiu Biao, and on the other hand, it is also to explore the reality of the Five Tiger Gate, but he is ready to fight with the Jiangbei Wulin Group or just give the five factions of Yanzhou a dismount. Of course, there is a deeper meaning in this, it is difficult for the Five Tiger Sects to really replace the five factions in Yanzhou, and it is bound to find a strong sect in Jiangbei Wulin to be an ally, since the Five Tiger Sect has this need, why can't the Double Sword Sect become an ally of the Five Tiger Gates?

Li Fengchen picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and listened to the little song upstairs with interest.

"I really didn't expect to be able to hear such a decent tune in this place, and it is still a famous farewell in Jinling. ”

Yang Fei nodded and said. At this time, he was holding a small wine, sitting opposite Sima Wuregret, and the two of them would drink together in a small cup even at noon.

Since entering Tibet, every time he eats with Yang Fei and Sima Wuregret, Li Fengchen has never touched wine again, and even secretly swore in his heart that he would never drink with these two drunkards again. Li Fengchen was drunk at first that night in Taiyuan Mansion, and he vomited so much that night, every time he thought of this, Sima Wuregret even felt uncomfortable when he sat next to them and smelled the wine.

So Li Fengchen closed his eyes and continued to taste tea.

"Treading ......"

"Master, you're here!"

A chubby man came up from below, this man was wearing a beautiful gown, with a certain pale black beam crown on his head, strolling to the top of the steps step by step, the shopkeeper saw him, and immediately rushed up, with a flattering look, and shouted affectionately.

The chubby man was complimented by the shopkeeper and nodded.

"Go and prepare a good private room for the master!"

Behind the overlord, a tall and thin man said viciously.

"Yes, the little one knows, the Tianzi private room on it has always been prepared for the overlord!"

The shopkeeper kept bending over in front of this tyrant, all the way to the private room above the third floor.

After the master entered the private room, he was in a good mood, probably because the singers in the restaurant sang very well today, and there were a lot of such timbres in Jinling, but it was rare in this remote Quzhou. On weekdays, there are only one or two storytellers in the restaurant, and it's hard to come to one or two singers, and if this singer has some beauty, it won't be able to meet once or twice a year.

After all, there are not many rich families in Quzhou, and the people who can come up with money to invite singers are even more chatty.

The more he listened to the private room, the more happy he felt, he was a frequent visitor to the Yanyu Building in Quzhou, and he would come over almost every day, and the private room of the Tianzi name was no longer allowed to outsiders to enter. And this overlord is also very generous, he never looks for money when he comes out of money, he is almost the God of Wealth of this Yanyu Building, otherwise how could the second little man of this shop be so low-voiced.

Listening to the song, the overlord shook his head slowly, this is really the first time to listen to the song, so he is very attentive.

"Master, do you want to invite this singer to come to the private room to sing a little song?"

Standing next to the overlord was a tall and thin man, who looked like a practitioner. Dressed in coarse linen clothes, but the internal strength is not small, if it is placed in a small place in Quzhou, he can be regarded as one of the best masters, and everyone has to detour when they see him on weekdays.

"Uncle Lin, don't bother. Although this singer has a good voice, she can't stay in this Quzhou for long. ”

The overlord said lightly, in fact, the overlord likes to listen to small songs, although the family is very rich in business, but this overlord is a money fan, and he doesn't care about the small money for a meal on weekdays. But this singer who is popular all over Jinling, each of them is worth a lot of money, and as soon as the singer outside the private room speaks, the overlord knows that the price is definitely not low.

At this time, the singer on the third floor is still singing, her name is Qingmeng, she has been a Qingmeng person for four or five years, both the appearance and the voice are first-class, it is even more rare that Qingmeng not only has a good voice, but also can write poems and inscriptions, such a singer is also first-class even if it is placed in the metropolis, in fact, Qingmeng has also been famous in Jinling, if it is not to offend the big people, it will not run to the small place of Quzhou.

Today, when Qingmeng arrived at this Quzhou Yanyu Building, even the eyes of the boss of this Yanyu Building were green, the top brand of Jinling in the past came to this small place, and it was a cash cow to get rid of, and there were already a lot of gentlemen around who came to visit, some of them could hear the tune, and some people couldn't even understand the rhythm, purely for Qingmeng, just one morning, the children of the entire Quzhou eunuchs were lively.

One after another, many people went up to this smoke and rain building, and the three of them sat on the second floor, hearing the sound but not seeing anyone, these three floors were already crowded with people, which was really crowded.

"Master, do you think we should go out and have a look?"

This person named Lin Ye is also interested, Quzhou has not had this kind of scenery for many years.

"Master Lin, why do you have this interest?"

Lin Ye smiled, then stretched out his right hand and scratched his head, people in this world will always have some hobbies, either this or that. The overlord doesn't have much pursuit of the singer or anything, but he especially likes the chef in Yanyulou, so he has to eat some small dishes every day to satisfy his cravings, Lin Ye is different, even if a table of food is placed in front of him, he is not very interested, otherwise he will not lose weight like this.

After singing a song, Qingmeng packed his bags, and even his attendants packed their things together, the veteran singers have some rules of their own, and even more so when you think of Qingmeng, a singer who was once popular all over Jinling. If you want to listen to me, you have to follow my rules, not just give money. This can be regarded as a kind of value, but it is also a means to protect oneself, it is difficult to clean up people, and it is easy to offend people if they don't make much money.

Qingmeng's rules are a little different, Qingmeng will not go to other people's homes to sing in private, this is not invited, and then Qingmeng does not sing nocturnes, so if you want to listen to songs, you can only go during the day, and the last one is not to drink alcohol, no matter how much reward you give. These three are the iron laws of Qingmeng, it is difficult to be a Qingqi person, and it is even more difficult to be a Qingqi person who abides by the rules, because listeners always like to challenge your rules.

After singing, the boss of Yanyu Building immediately went up and stuffed a big red envelope, which is also a rule. The boss saw that the business of Yanyulou was so good today, if he could leave Qingmeng, it would be countless silver.

However, after receiving the red envelope, Qingmeng only returned the gift slightly, as if this red envelope was nothing in Qingmeng's eyes.

In Jinling, as long as you have a famous singer, there will always be rich people to cheer, and even some rich businessmen can sell one or two hundred silver, without blinking their eyes, which is obviously not comparable to this small place in Quzhou. However, in the days of red and green willows, Qingmeng is tired of it, and the days of worrying every day are useless no matter how much money there is.

"Hey...... Dream girl, why are you going back, don't you sing at night?"

A few gentlemen stopped Qingmeng, although his words were a little frivolous, his hands and feet were clean, and he didn't really use his hands and feet.

"Qingmeng never sings at night, if the son likes it, he can come over tomorrow. ”

In the face of such a scene, Qingmeng is no stranger, every time he sings, there are always some people who fly over like flies, you and I seem to keep talking.

"Qingmeng girl, the day after tomorrow is my grandfather's birthday, I wonder if you can come to my house to sing a song?"

"you, your grandfather didn't die the year before last. ”

"Qingmeng girl, my eldest brother will take his daughter-in-law next week, can you come and sing?"

"Don't talk nonsense, where did you see the daughter-in-law who called someone to sing a tune in the past!"

A group of people are gossiping, and they are annoyed by Qingmeng. These people don't know much about Qingmeng, and they don't know what they do, but just by looking at the bright clothes, they know that they are not ordinary people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my young lady has been singing all morning, and her body is very weak, please give way, so that my young lady can go back to rest first, and tomorrow Miss will come out to cheer you again." ”

Behind Qingmeng was a man in his forties, who was brought by Qingmeng from Jinling, and he was a follower of Qingmeng who couldn't be beaten. There is a lot of mixing in this scene, so I naturally know how to speak.

Everyone was very interested in hearing this, so they got out of the way, but the commotion still stopped.

Qingmeng and his attendants walked down the steps slowly, and when they passed the second floor, they happened to see the three people at Sima Wuregret's table, different from those sons upstairs, these three people naturally looked much more handsome when they were young in martial arts, especially Yang Fei and Li Fengchen, who looked like dragons and phoenixes among people, and they were by no means comparable to those gentlemen.

However, Qingmeng only glanced at Sima Wuregret and the three of them, and when he walked past their table, he smiled, leaving a burst of fragrance.

"Not good!"

Yang Fei's expression changed suddenly!(To be continued.) )