Good luck! Grandpa, how many ex-girlfriends do you have?

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

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

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

Tianyin Pavilion! Good

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

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

The whole pavilion exudes an atmosphere of luxury and mystery, listening carefully, flowing with the soft sound of musical instruments, making people feel a different kind of tranquility and melodiousness.

It is rumored that all the people in the pavilion are well-trained Qingqi people, poetry and songs, Qinqi calligraphy and painting, all proficient, and the most important thing is that selling art does not sell one’s body.

It’s a pity that it’s a plain field! Qin Changsheng sighed faintly.

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

However, now he is a great emperor and invincible.

Come to this place to see, drink tea, listen to a song, it’s not too much!

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 prince, please show your identity, or show your financial resources.

“I beg your pardon, this is a

high-end place, not something you can enter casually!” “Gongzi, although you are handsome, you can’t be a white prostitute!” Although

the tone was soft, the words indicated a meaning:

poor ghosts are forbidden to enter!”

“Capital verification?” Qin

Changsheng was sluggish on the spot, as if dreaming back to his previous life and entering the scene of buying a house in a high-end community.

Such a fashionable person, visiting a green building, you have to verify the capital?

Your identity as the ancestor of the Qin family can naturally enter, but when you say this, I am afraid that you will be regarded as a liar.

Moreover, the ancestor of the Qin family visited the green building, this is not a shame

! Qin Changsheng subconsciously looked at the storage ring, his promotion to the Great Emperor Jin suddenly, there is no habit of storing in the purple mansion, or is he used to using the storage ring.

All over the eyes, they were all things given by his ex-girlfriend, and as for the mundane currency, spirit stones, etc., it seemed that they were all placed in the Qin family before.

Of his own things, only ten lonely Extreme Dao Emperor soldiers and a few pills remained.

This….

Visiting a green building and using the Extreme Dao Imperial Soldier as a mortgage, is it too luxurious, whether people recognize it or not.

Qin

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

With an epiphany, I thought of various bridges in the novels of my past life.

“Excuse me

, can I enter if I make a good poem?” “Of course, if Gongzi can make a good poem to satisfy the master of the sub-pavilion, not only can he enter, but he is also a guest, you know, the original intention of the establishment of this Tianyin Pavilion is to get acquainted with the talents of the world.” The guard replied.

Qin Changsheng was overjoyed.

Sure enough, the happiness you can get by spending money is not really happiness.

Qin

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

What he wrote (copied) himself is a word handed down to the world, and in this world where martial arts is dominated and the style of writing is not particularly strong, it is not yet quacked and killed.

………

On the third floor of the attic, Meng Xuan’er leaned on the soft bed, shrouded in light gauze, her graceful figure loomed, coveted, half-squinted, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Miss, good poetry, good poetry!”

a maid came panting, holding an unfinished poem in her hand.

“Hee, little Cui’er, where is it so wet? Meng Xuan’er giggled and quipped.

Operating this branch pavilion for hundreds of years, what kind of so-called peerless poetry she has never seen, all of them are people who sell their reputation.

“Miss, what a good poem, don’t believe you. Tril’s cheeks turned crimson at the teasing, but she handed the poem over.

“Yun wants to wear clothes and flowers and wants to look…”

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

, and she asked: “Who wrote this, and where are the people?”

Cui’er had never seen her own young lady look like this, and she was frightened for a while, and it took a long time to reply:

“Miss Hui, a handsome boy outside wrote it, and now he is waiting outside.”

Mengxuan’er also found that her behavior was too abnormal, which scared the little maid, touched Cui’er’s hair to appease, and cherry said in her lips:

“It’s good if you don’t leave, it’s good if you don’t leave.” Then as

if he was in a hurry, he ordered:

“Go quickly, lead that prince into room No. 1, arrange for falling snow and glass to serve well, and be sure to stabilize that prince and delay time.”

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

“Yun wants to wear clothes and flowers, the spring breeze blows Revlon, if it is not for the jade mountain, it will meet Yaotai Yue.”

She will never forget this poem, a poem that their ancestors engraved in their hearts.

Tianyin Pavilion is strictly an intelligence organization, and it is to let these weak women with poor backgrounds and homelessness have a home.

Second, it is because there are people from the three religions and nine streams gathered here, which is an excellent place to listen to 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 ancestor, and before leaving, he left this poem to the ancestor, so that the ancestor completely sank and could no longer fall in love with other people.

The only characteristic is talent, brilliant writing, oh, and another feature, according to the ancestors, that is, good looking, that kind of good looking at a glance for ten thousand years.

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

These descendants have also asked their ancestors why they didn’t paint a few portraits of lovers since they were once lovers, so that they could also look for them.

But when they saw that the ancestor had drawn one pair after another, torn one pair after another, and had words to say, what kind of mortal pen and ink, could not draw the half of the charm of the lover.

Since then, they have understood.

Ancestor, crazy! Crazy

for love,

crazy for love! This is not a pure love brain!

Although they have felt unfair for their ancestor countless times in their hearts, and they have hated the scumbag who abandoned their ancestor countless times, but as juniors, they cannot persuade the ancestor to let go.

“I hope that this time the ancestor can get his wish. Mengxuan’er muttered.

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 was still alive or not, this time, I hope that the heart knot of the ancestor can be completely untied.