Chapter 8 Wangjiang Tower (I) (《》)

While thinking, Yang Xiao recalled the poems he had learned before. In this search, he found that there were not many complete poems, but he remembered a lot of famous quotes, such as sparse shadows inserted into the "Taoyuan Cave" and the "style" across the river; and there were also some fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, which shocked the pheasant number...

"Brother Xiao, what are you thinking?" Xiaodao looked at the crowd in and out, anxiously like an ants on a hot pan.

At this moment, three handsome young men with wind and charming wind came from the river bank in the distance. One of them said flatteringly: "Brother Liu, among the three talents in Luoyang, you are the most free and easy, everyone knows it! The so-called wind blows eggshells, and wealth is the happy people. It is your motto for Brother Liu! Tonight, Brother Liu, you will show your talents and ask Dong Xiangyun to play a song for us."

"Brother Wu said that Dong Xiangyun has some talent and is proud of her. With Brother Liu, he will definitely be able to win. Not to mention the twelve golden branches, even if he is the leader, it is no problem."

The young man named Liu laughed, opened the fan and shook it gently, "Miss Dong has been trained by Master Mao, and has long been better than her. Her pairs were hung on Wangjiang Tower for many years, but no one has been able to match them all, and it seems that it is not that good."

The three of them walked and chatted, and walked in next to Yang Xiao with a hilarious smile.

Yang Xiao's eyes rolled, his face smiled badly, and shouted at Daniu: "Big Niu, come here!"

Big Dao Xiaodao shivered in his heart. Whenever Brother Xiao showed this expression, someone would definitely suffer, but I wonder who it was this time?

Daniu ran over, and Yang Xiao whispered in his ear. Daniu was shocked and nodded constantly, staring at Brother Xiao blankly and ran in for a while.

After a while, a commotion broke out at the gate of Wangjiang Tower, and a crowd rushed out. The leader was the young master Liu, Su, and Wu San.

Mr. Liu shouted with excitement on his face, "Where is it, where?"

Yang Xiao suddenly jumped up, pointed to the distance, and shouted: "Hurry, hurry up, you're going there-"

Everyone rushed to that direction with a "boom", and the Wangjiang Tower, which had just been crowded with people, became deserted at this time.

Yang Xiao smiled and walked over with his head held high with his head held high.

As soon as he entered the building, the big bull ran out of Wangjiang Tower with an excited look on his face, and said silly: "Brother Xiao, you are really amazing, you cheated them out in just one word."

"Oh! Isn't this Master Yang from Faming Temple? What wind blows you over?" An old woman with a half-old Xu girl walked over with a cold look on her face, holding a scarf, thrusting the waves.

Yang Xiao stared at the boss's chest and laughed: "Boss Mao, haha! You are worthy of being Mount Tai in the dust, and the Beidou on the tram. After a few months, you have been arrested so big. Could it be that you are the ten men in one night?"

Boss Mao colded an old face covered with thick powder and scolded, "What! Little Rabbit, do you want to mess with me with Wangjiang Tower today?"

Yang smiled and said, "I dare not, I dare not, I am treating you today, haha--Twelve Golden Branches!"

"Oh!" Madam Mao looked at Yang Xiao with contempt, "Do you want to go to the third floor?"

"That's right, that's right, the boss who knows me is also--"

"Although I am not all lucky and noble people, I must at least have a talented man who can recite poems and essays-"

"Talented man? Haha, isn't this young master?" Yang Xiao raised his chest and shouted: "Big Niu, show Mom Mao's hand card!!!"

Madam Mao took the hand and looked at Yang Xiao in surprise, looking disbelief. He thought to himself that this little rabbit is talented and believed! Last time, I was so messy about Wangjiang Tower. If it weren't for the sake of Zen Master Lefan, I would have to peel him off. What happened just now must be him doing, and I don't know what to do. Such a large group of people would be gone, and I lost so much money!

"Is the sign fake?" Yang Xiao looked at Madam Mao with a sneer.

"The brand is true! But if you want to use these three brands to join four people, there is no such example in Wangjiang Tower."

Yang Xiao was stunned, and then laughed: "I said, Mom Mao, as the saying goes: 'Opening the door and doing business is the first priority', you can't keep people from thousands of miles away-"

Madam Mao snorted coldly: "Yang Xiao, don't think you are the only one in the world who is smart. Just say that what happened tonight is not your fault?"

Yang Xiao put away his smile and said seriously: "Mom Mao, everyone should pay attention to evidence. Don't be wronged by a good person!"

Madam Mao was stunned, so angry that his teeth were itchy. Then he thought to himself: "This matter is probably what the little rabbit in front of him is. If you don't catch him, you can't talk nonsense, otherwise it will ruin my reputation as Wangjiang Tower. But now I can't make this little rabbit proud, so as not to make me messy again, so will I still do business."

Thinking of this, Madam Mao smiled coldly and said, "Oh! You still know the evidence, so let it go this time, what about the last time?"

"Mom Mao, what pot do you want to carry?-" Yang Xiao turned his face and said with a smile.

"Who is smiling at you? If you want to go up today, you have to get some real skills, or you might as well crawl through my crotch." Madam Mao sneered with his eyes, put his hands on his hips, and put his trembling chest in front of Yang Xiao.

"Do you really want to write?"

Madam Mao ignored Yang Xiao turned his head and shouted inside: "Lan'er, Bimo waiter--"

After a while, a twelve or thirteen-year-old maid came over with her pen, ink and rice paper, put the plate on the table, took off the pen, ink and silk, and arranged them in one by one.

"Young Master Yang, please--" Madam Mao shouted sarcastically.

Yang Xiao was sweating profusely, and his five fingers were open to grab the brush, shaking hands into fists, lifting the brush as if grinding ink.

"Mom Mao, why don't I read you to write--" Yang Xiao looked at Madam Mao pitifully, his face as if it was dry.

Seeing his pen-holding method, Madam Mao couldn't help but want to laugh, but remembered the loss tonight, and his face became even colder: "How is Mr. Yang? Are you going to go up tonight, or go back to Faming Temple?"

Miss Qin, Miss Qin! I won’t take off your clothes, press it on the bed and touch it with my left and right. My husband, I wrote the word Yang upside down! Yang Xiao was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

Madam Mao was deliberately trying to cure this second-rate man tonight, staring at Yang Xiao without blinking to see how he started writing.

"No, no, no, no!" Yang Xiao quickly turned his body and carried everyone on his back. He waved his pen and wrote a few poems on the rice paper. He threw the brush and let out a long sigh.

"Big bull, come and miss it!"

"Brother Xiao, you - you - aren't this a joke on me, how can I recognize words?" Daniu walked over, but couldn't help looking at the rice paper.

The big bull screamed when he saw this: "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, you are so amazing. I actually know all the poems you wrote."

"Read quickly, read quickly!" Everyone urged.

The big bull picked it up and smacked his lips, saying with satisfaction: "After two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers."

Quiet, absolutely quiet. The originally noisy Wangjiang Tower was even silent at this time, and the madam's mouth seemed to be stuffed with a duck egg. Although Madam Mao was the boss of Wangjiang Tower, he was one of the best famous figures in Dongdu, and the name of Mao Xian Master was even more well-known - a famous prostitute who was popular in the Sui Dynasty thirty years ago. When it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is now trained by her.

Yang Xiao laughed loudly, leaving everyone aside and walking towards the second floor.

Madam Mao looked at his back and felt a huge wave in his heart. This poem was unique and seemed to be light and plain, but in fact it was rich in color and brilliant. With just a few strokes, it outlined a fresh and unique pastoral landscape painting. Is it because I was wrong. This man pretended to be unruly, but he actually had a lot of talent and talent? As he thought about it, he picked up the silk silk of the big cow on the table and looked at it. He couldn't help but laugh: the strokes on the rice paper were crooked and the thickness was consistent, as if the earthworm had crawled over. No wonder this little rabbit didn't let people see it, so it was like this-.

Yang Xiao and the others went upstairs, and the upstairs were indeed very different. In the hall, several wax lamps covered with various veils were hung in the center, hazy and hazy, reflecting the brilliance of the upper floors; the walls of the building were hung with long banners of different sizes, each with small seal script pairs of different characters; in front of the wall, more than a dozen girls from Wangjiang Tower leaned together with their own talents, um, hum, and looked drunk; there was a corridor in the left corner of the hall, which was used as the second floor wing room and the aisle leading to the third floor. The design of this Wangjiang Tower is really clever, just like the Karaoke Hall in the previous life.

Yang Xiao glanced at the pair above and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was all caused by the damn jade pendants! He came to ancient times and recited poems and painted, and wrote with a brush. Alas - I was so fucking depressed, so I quickly found Hui Yatou. This pair of pairs is not so easy to fool!

"Big Niu, go find Meitu Hui quickly. Don't let her run to the third floor. Then we will have to drink the northwest wind tonight." Yang Xiao said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!