Great Tang Broom Star

"A certain person generally doesn't like to go to brothels, but just meet with the same robe, it's not good if you don't go, it looks like you don't fit in..." Jia Pingan was talking about his gentleman's personality to Cui Jian.

"Jia Lang!"

Just before reaching the door of the Five Fragrance Building, I heard some fatty shouts brimming with enthusiasm, and then the meat balls rushed over.

Fuck!

Before Jia Pingan could react, he was rushed by the bustard.

"This is..." Jia Pingan struggled, and smiled at Cui Jianqiang: "This is drinking too much, she drank too much."

Brother's character design!

"Jia Lang." The bustard took his arm and said angrily, "How long has it been since you came? Do you know that Yaxiang has lost weight for you. A heartless man."

nonsense!

Jia Pingan broke away and tidied up his clothes.

"Yaxiang!"

The old bustard raised her head and let out a cry, the sound really shook the whole field.

Cui Jian blinked, "You are..."

Jia Pingan said with a wry smile: "They just want to write another poem."

"Talented!" Cui Jian smiled, but he felt that Master Jia, a handsome boy, had the potential to be reckless.

Yaxiang came down in a hurry, and when she saw Jia Ping'an, her eyes were red.

what does this mean?

Jia Pingan felt that he and Yaxiang had a dewy relationship at all, and had never even been close. How could this relationship be so sincere?

Yaxiang sat down with him, served him tea and food attentively...

It's interesting that other people's red sleeves add to the fragrance, but Lao Jia's red sleeves add to his food.

After eating half full, Cui Jian was already entangled by Shao Peng and Tang Xu, who were drinking him.

"Jia Lang." Yaxiang smiled coquettishly, "Winter Solstice from Shangyun Tower said yesterday that you fell in love with her."

"Nonsense."

Speaking of nonsense, Jia Pingan couldn't help but glanced at Eunuch Shao.

Yaxiang was weeping, and the gesture of lowering her head slightly was really pitiful to me.

But Jia Ping'an was drinking tea calmly.

"Jia Lang."

"It's true."

Jia Ping'an ate too much to make fun of her.

The women in the entertainment venue are always greedy, and they have to look forward to Shu.

Jia Pingan smiled and waited for Yaxiang to ask for a poem, and then directly refused.

But there has to be a limit to pretending, so many poems... How can I finish writing in this lifetime? This made Jia Pingan very melancholy.

"Jia Lang, the winter solstice is not complete." Yaxiang's cheeks were flushed, "I am, I am waiting for you."

wipe!

Master Jia let out a shameful dry cough, "Someone is only fifteen."

"Every fifteen is married." Yaxiang's body leaned closer, "I don't dare to be demanding, I just ask... there is a place where someone thinks of me from time to time."

Why don't you just say that you want a bed?

Yaxiang bit her red lips, and whispered in her ear: "The day before yesterday someone came looking for a slave, spending a lot of money, wanting...to..."

what would you like?

Jia Pingan frowned, and Cui Jian over there was pale and raised his glass to him.

hehe.

Xiao Cui, hold on tight!

"The man asked the slave... about your situation."

Jia Ping'an only felt a chill on his back, and his hairs stood on end.

"I don't know."

"That man is so fierce, the woman he brought has long fingernails..."

Jia Ping'an's eyes were full of smiles, and he said, "Someone has it!"

Yaxiang never thought that he would write poems for herself again.

"Don't! Don't!"

Brother didn't touch you, why don't you do anything?

Jia Pingan was speechless.

Yaxiang covered her face with her hands, "I... I know that Jia Lang is smart, and I dare not say those deceitful things, but Jia Lang must know the unbearable feelings in my heart before, so I dare not ask Jia Lang to write poems again... But Jia Lang..."

She whimpered.

Why!

woman,

Why do you want to be so emotional?

Yaxiang wiped away tears, and the bustard had already arrived. Hearing that Master Jia was willing to compose poems for Yaxiang, she shouted, "Go and bring me my good wine."

"There's no need for wine." Jia Pingan was thinking about which poem should be suitable for the occasion.

Yaxiang clapped her hands, "Bring the flute."

With the flute in hand, the elegant fragrance blessed the body, and then said: "My family is in Gusu..."

Gusu is now called Suzhou, but the locals still call it Gusu.

"A few years ago, an eminent monk built Hanshan Temple. I once traveled outside the city with my family and was dozing off when I heard the bell..."

Yaxiang revealed the color of memory, "The bell rang one hundred and eight times, and the sound is unforgettable..."

What you can’t go back is your hometown. It doesn’t mean that you can’t go back, but that after you go back, you don’t know what you want to find in your hometown. So I walked around, searching and reminiscing in a daze, only to realize in the end that what I wanted to pursue was only those childhood memories, and what I was reluctant to part with were those irretrievable times.

Why!

Wen Qing is gone! sister paper.

Yaxiang looked up at Jia Pingan, "Is it possible that Jia Lang wrote a poem for the slave's hometown?"

"Blowjob for someone."

Yaxiang is not tempted by the huge sum of money and refuses to betray Master Jia. This is worth encouraging.

The beauty stands tall, and the flute whimpers.

A man who drank a lot over there shouted, "Noisy!"

"What poem?"

The buddy was right next to him, glaring.

The companion scolded: "It's Jia Ping'an, why don't you shut up and stop making noise!"

"certain……"

Companion punches.

Boom!

The world is quiet.

The guy gave a thumbs up to his mate.

Cui Jian narrowed his eyes, holding the glass in his hand but forgot to drink it.

Shao Peng and Tang Xu sat side by side.

Meng Liang put his arms around Qiao Yun and stopped flattering the dog.

Jia Pingan lowered his head slightly, and tapped on the case table with his fingers.

The sound of the percussion and the sound of the flute fit seamlessly.

He stood up suddenly.

Here he comes, here he comes!

Everyone held their breath. Some newcomers didn't know Master Jia's name, so they suppressed the movement and looked at Jia Ping'an curiously.

At this moment, in Yaxiang's eyes, the young man shines brightly.

Jia Pingan raised his head and met Yaxiang's joyful eyes.

"The moon is setting, the sky is covered with black crows and frost is all over the sky, and Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian."

"good!"

After a loud shout, everyone looked at the sound dumbly.

A man couldn't help applauding, but now he regretted it, worrying about disrupting Jia Pingan's thinking, he hurriedly bowed his hands and apologized.

"Bastard!" Tang Xu cursed, and then said, "Xiao Jia's poems are so damn good! They're so good!"

"shut up!"

Cui Jian was overjoyed when he heard the first two sentences, and wished he could hear the follow-up immediately. So he didn't care about his identity, so he scolded everyone directly.

Everyone was quiet, Xiao Sheng continued to sob...

Jia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, and the bustard looked fascinated.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings in the middle of the night... to the passenger ship."

The sound of the flute whimpering... Gradually stopped.

Is it too quiet?

Jia Ping felt something was wrong.

Anyway, you shouted!

"Jia Lang!"

Yaxiang suddenly rushed over.

Don't do this!

Jia Pingan didn't know the power of this poem, and it hit Yaxiang's heart, liver and lungs at once.

Yaxiang hugged him tightly, "Jia Lang, I am willing to go to Jia's house as a slave and a maid..."

This is what I say when I drink too much.

Datang's slaves are not considered human beings. Really, the more noble the family is, the less they treat slaves as human beings.

So Master Jia just said these words in his left ear and out in his right ear.

"Good poetry!"

Cui Jian suddenly got up and rushed over.

Yaxiang was taken aback by him, and Jia Pingan took the opportunity to get rid of her entanglement, but immediately regretted it.

Cui Jian held his hand, excited without the restraint of Cui's son, "What a poem! Xiao Jia!"

"This artistic conception, every sentence is inseparable from the word, depicting the scene, but let the scene into the poem, people and the scene, the scene into the heart, so wonderful, so wonderful!"

Cui Jian raised his head and squinted his eyes, "The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, Yuhuo... People in the boat are full of worries..."

He glanced at Yaxiang.

This woman was young and unfortunate, and finally fell into the field of joy. This melancholy...is just right.

"The bell of Hanshan Temple came suddenly, knocking away the melancholy, the bright moonlight shone on the river and fell on the boat... There is also a sense of Zen, this kind of poem... Xiao Jia, how can you write such a poem ?!"

This is a famous article!

Look at those prostitutes, all of them looked excited, the joy and honor of witnessing the birth of a famous book made them burst into cheers.

"Good poetry!"

The so-called masterpieces, even those who are new to literature and ink can produce extraordinary ones.

The rough men of Baiqi raised their glasses and shouted, "Jia Wenshu, cheers!"

Looking up, everyone in the lobby is holding up their glasses and inviting them to drink.

"Jia Wenshu, cheers!"

Yaxiang brought a glass of wine and said in a low voice: "Jia Lang is so dedicated to being a slave, and a slave is Jia Lang...he will die without complaint."

Fuck!

Jia Ping's biggest headache was what the woman said about dying.

He raised his glass and drank it down.

A Baiqi came in, leaned over and said something to Tang Xu, but his eyes were on Jia Ping'an.

Tang Xu's expression remained unchanged, and he even drank a cup of Shao Peng, and then waved: "Xiao Jia, come, let's have a drink."

Jia Pingan went over with an empty wine glass, and Tang Xu whispered before and after, "I found the traces of those people, they are outside, I don't know why."

Those people refer to people in a small circle.

It must be for Yaxiang.

Jia Pingan knew that he had sabotaged several plans of the small circle, so he must have been brought into the sight of some people. To kill him, no one would dare, otherwise the emperor would roar and no one would be able to stop him.

Yaxiang and the old bustard made a lot of noise, making many people think that Yaxiang was under the control of someone like Jia, so these people saluted first and then fought...

If you don’t want money, do you want a knife?

Jia Pingan said in a low voice: "Captain, how many brothers will I bring to play with them tonight?"

Tang Xu looked at him, "Be careful."