Rebirth King of Pit Climbing

The joint chun tour of the Imperial College and the Imperial College came to an end in a friendly atmosphere. According to the person who was finally cleaning up, there were countless pieces of glasses and wine bottles left at the scene, which made Yang Ling urge to set up an urban management team, one piece of five cents.

, 50 cents a mouthful of phlegm, how much income is generated for the national finance? Unfortunately, Yang Ling is not an emperor or a local emperor, so I just think about this idea in my heart. The direct consequence of the trip is Principal Zhang's happiness

Ah, I hugged Yang Ling all the way and didn't let go. Principal Zhang drank too much, his face turned red, like a chrysanthemum. Principal Zhang squirted alcohol and said to Yang Ling: "Yang Ling, brother, brother, I'm very happy today, I'll see it early

The old guy named Huo didn't like it, wouldn't he be the top scholar? He would pretend to be noble. What's wrong with me? I just hugged a thigh. Although we were both sacrificial wine, he probably would have ended in his life.

At most, when the emperor is in a good mood, I will ask him to study history books. Brother, I will be different. Look at my subordinates, is the lineup strong?" Principal Zhang waved his hand and pointed at the beasts in the Imperial College and asked, but I don’t know why.

But his fingers point to his lower body.

Yang Ling wiped his sweat, looked at the beasts of the Imperial College, and then looked at the wine under Zhang Jijiu, and said in a conscience: "Majestic, majestic, extremely majestic, and people can't help but have the urge to worship!"

"Hahaha, hiccup..." Principal Zhang laughed, burped another hiccup, and said to Yang Ling with satisfaction: "Then you pay your respects!"

"Ah?" Yang Ling was stunned. This bastard actually made him kneel down to him in public. Although the heaven, earth, king, relatives and teachers were the five constants of the ancients, there was no problem with kneeling down, but Yang Ling was not an ancient person. He still couldn't believe the drunk people's words. If only, what if they were drunk, they would not believe it.

I kneel down, what should I do if this bastard asks me to kneel down and lick it? How can I still be in trouble in the future?

One of the biggest benefits of drunk people is forgetfulness. Principal Zhang put his hands on Yang Ling's neck and gently leaned his head on Yang Ling's shoulder. Yang Ling lamented in his heart, "What's the image? Is it all he?" I want to use my hands to turn Principal Zhang.

But the harder he tried, the tighter he pulled. Yang Ling had no choice but to listen to Principal Zhang's murmur: "Yang Ling, you said that Kong Xingxue's old boy, I have long disliked him, there is no way for anyone to do.

I am the successor recognized by the teacher. I am not convinced. Although I was not the top ranking at that time, I was also the top ranked second, dozens of places higher than that of Kong Xingxue, but the teacher said that Kong Xingxue was not.

The old boy is steady and said that I am unruly and unruly. What's wrong with being dissolute? I have this temper. Actually, isn't it just Kong Xingxue's son-in-law? Let me tell you, Kong Xingxue is steady and he is absolutely bored.

Anyway, I ask him to drink wine, and I come every time I invite him, and I always pay the bill, but those drinkers don’t dare to touch them. I tell you, Kong Xing learns wine.

It's a big bad guy. Every time I get drunk, I call Wan Niang, Wan Niang, etc. I have been checking for a long time, but I haven't found out what his good looks are. Otherwise, I'll tell my junior sister that I'll be having a lot of fun. Ha

Haha…” Principal Zhang smiled and his laughter turned into a snoring sound, sleeping on Yang Ling’s shoulders like a pool of mud.

Yang Ling felt that the amount of information was too large and needed to be digested properly. First of all, Principal Zhang also had his own political ambitions in his heart. Unfortunately, he had his own cheap father-in-law, so he probably didn't like Kong Xingxue; secondly, his own cheap father-in-law was really bored.

It can be said that the tolerance is amazing. It is not unreasonable for Old Man Shen to ask his father-in-law to be his successor just because of this. The last point is that his father-in-law really has a crush on his mother whom he has never met before, and has been in love with for so long.

I don’t know if someone who looks exactly like his mother will appear on one day, and my father-in-law will be in trouble if he is cheap. Oh, no, it should be that Lao Shu is pregnant.

Yang Ling's two bastard brothers walked past Yang Ling together, with a sad look on his face, and Juhua said with regret: "Look, second brother, you have copied my poems and forgot our brothers in a while."

"Wait, who did you think I copied?" Yang Ling asked.

"My, you said it yourself. No matter what, if you write any poems in the future, you must sign my name below." Juhuaguan took the opportunity to raise ownership of the copyright issue.

Yang Ling didn't have time to pay attention to him. Principal Zhang was very nutritious. Although he didn't look very good, it would be very difficult to drag him. Yang Ling looked at the round figure of the little pineapple and said with a smile: "Second brother."

, do some help?"

Unexpectedly, the little pineapple suddenly said "Oh" and covered her knees and said to Yang Ling: "I was shot in my knees."

Yang Ling had a black line: "I haven't said anything yet, you were shot in the arrow?"

Little Pineapple replied without hesitation: "Anyway, I'm just hitting an arrow in my knee, you can do it."

"When did you win?" Yang Ling said furiously.

"It's not long after you've been hit," Xiao Pineapple said sorrowfully, and said to Juhuaguan again: "Brother, you don't know. I was also a poet, until I was shot in my knee."

Yang Ling said all the good things. Anyway, the two bastard brothers just refused to come up to help. Yang Ling dragged Principal Zhang, who was like a dead dog, back. It was pitiful. When he returned to the Imperial College, he even had a mess of hairstyle.

Yang Ling put down Principal Zhang, helped his hair, turned around and looked at his two bastard brothers with a grin: "You two bastards, have you watched enough of the fun?"

"Fortunately, we don't mind seeing your embarrassment again." The two of them laughed.

"Tell you, your head can be broken, your blood can flow, and your hairstyle cannot be messy. You two are my life and death enemies now, and you will die!" Yang Ling said and roared at the two brothers.

Unfortunately, Yang Ling overestimated his martial power value, and in the end he was obediently asking for helping the two bastards to wipe the backs.

Due to the trip, Yang Ling rarely went to bed early because of his extreme physical and mental fatigue. However, he didn't know that there was a place called Jinfenglou in the capital. Under the gaze of a group of sao guests, someone was singing affectionately:

"The delicate clouds are tricked, the flying stars are circulating, and the silver man is far away from each other. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, and I will be patient and look at the road back to the magpie bridge. If the love lasts for a long time, then

How come it is day and night?" Especially the last two sentences, "If the love lasts for a long time, it is day and night again" received a strong resounding from a large group of Sun Hunter's colleagues, and the result was that the peers decided not to accept customers together.

They each returned to their room and shed tears. In an instant, the big men who were burning to death made their hearts cold. The madam cried without tears. She had to earn less money this night, but the madam didn't dare to use force.

, These are now all their own money trees.

With the birth of this song "Magpie Bridge Fairy", Yang Ling's deeds spread. Of course, the fallen women held a good vision for the future and figured out what kind of person Yang Ling was, the name of "Young Master Yulu".

It has officially become Yang Ling's new flower name. With this name, it will enjoy a 50% discount on drinking wine in the future. Sometimes it can also stage a "Farewell My Concubine".

The men who were neglected by the fallen women had their own thoughts. Some went home to wash their study and slept for a night, while others went home to wash their study and sucked them all night, searching for several poems that were acceptable.

Decided to challenge Yang Ling's position as a talented man in a brothel.

The next day, Yang Ling lazily lay on the desk, telling a joke to his two bastard brothers: "There is a businessman who is seventy years old and married a beautiful concubine, but this one

The concubine was always depressed, worried, and her spirit became more and more depressed. The merchant had no choice but to find the most famous doctor. Then the doctor did not take the pulse and directly gave the prescription, with eight strong men."

Before Yang Ling finished speaking, he attracted a burst of low laughter from the two brothers, covering his stomach with joy.

Yang Ling was a little confused. Did the ancients laugh at him so low? Yang Ling said dissatisfiedly: "Do you still listen to me?"

"You said, you said, we all listened!" The two of them smoothed the wrinkles on their faces that looked like chrysanthemums.

"The merchant found eight strong men and went home to work as a guard, but the concubine's illness was not cured, and the merchant had no choice. Once, the merchant went out far away and when he returned home, he saw that he was young.

The concubine was radiant, and the businessman was happy. He held the concubine's hand and walked towards the backyard. When he was walking through the porch, he saw eight skinny men and hurriedly asked who these people were. The concubine replied, "These are all."

Medicinal residue.”

"Hahaha!" The two of them laughed so hard that they burst into tears. They lay on the table, buried their heads on the table, and their bodies were thrusting. Those who didn't know thought it was Yang Ling who bullied the two and were crying.

After a class, the two of them urged Yang Ling to talk, but at this time, the thin old man in the communication room found Yang Ling with a basket of express delivery on his back. Yang Ling was still surprised. He didn't buy things online, so where did the express delivery come from.

Ah. With the help of the two brothers, Yang Ling took a look. In short, the content here can be mainly divided into two categories, men's and women's.

Among the men, I kindly wrote a poem, wanting to ask Yang Ling to correct it, but if I'm not polite, I will directly make an appointment with Yang Ling when and where to challenge Yang Ling's position as a talented man in the brothel. Yang Ling disdained this and wanted to do it.

The fire burned, but thinking about the country's long-standing concept of saving and environmental protection, Yang Ling gave it to the old man in the communication room as a straw paper.

It's very good inside the woman. The fragrant envelope, without exception, all the words "Yulu Young Master Yang Junqi". Some invite Yang Ling to have a few drinks when she has time, for free; some express their tactful hope that Yang Ling can do it too.

Writing one or two poems for yourself is easy to say, whether you pay for money or meat, choose according to Yang Ling. If you want both of them, it is not impossible; what's more, you just put one in the envelope.

The bellyband was said to be worn by himself, and the little pineapple was emitting light when he saw it, and he grabbed it and put it in his arms.

The last letter is Sun Hunter, thanking Yang Ling for her gift. I hope that when Yang Ling has time, she can go to her to drink wine, make poems, and talk about her life ideals.

Yang Ling made a difficult decision. When he had time, he wanted to have a good chat with these female fans. You can't be blind to chasing stars. Moreover, he is still a student now. If the principal holds a grudge against him and does not issue a diploma to himself.

What to do? As for which male fans and whom do you love, I have no time to entertain you after the holidays.

Overnight, Yangling's name "Young Master Yulu" quickly swept through the wind and moon circle in the capital like a gust of wind, and continued to spread, with a tendency to develop into the deep boudoir.