Jingzhou went and came back, almost frightening these people. Fortunately, this time he was talking about the land of fireworks.
"Sir, there is a Yanbo Tower in Hangzhou City..."
"Just, just..."
Hearing that Huang Zhonggong seemed worried, Jingzhou asked, "Isn't this Yanbo Tower not easy to mess with?"
People in the demon sect like Huang Zhonggong do whatever they want. These four people have killed a lot of people before. There are not many people in the world that they can be afraid of. At this time, a place with fireworks actually made him say two things in a row. Think about it. I'm afraid this place is not as simple as it seems.
"Young Master is extremely intelligent. This Yanbo Tower is indeed not an ordinary place of romance."
"Although there are many forces in the world, no one dares to go to Yanbo Tower to cause trouble. Those who have made trouble have grass growing on their graves."
"However, although this Yanbo Tower is mysterious, it does not interfere in the affairs of the world. As long as you abide by the rules inside, it is no different from an ordinary land of romance."
This is very interesting. Jingzhou smiled and said, "Master, do I look like the kind of person who doesn't follow the rules? It doesn't matter, I'll go and have a look."
These words made several people feel uncomfortable: "You still follow the rules? I don't know how many people have died under your sword in this world. Even if you let me do whatever I want, you will teach me a lesson..."
However, few people dared to say these words. . .
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The night is long and it is difficult to sleep.
Jing Zhou changed into white clothes, holding a folding fan, and came to the most famous Yanbo Tower in Hangzhou.
He is not a good man, so coming to a place like this with fireworks is the best choice.
Speaking of this place of fireworks, before the soldiers and horses are moved, food and grass go first, so first of all, you must prepare enough money.
People can have no talent, no virtue, and they can also be powerless, but when visiting a flower house, you can't be without wealth.
If you don't have enough money, you won't be able to get through this gate.
Of course, except Liu Sanbian.
Since the birth of the word "花楼", men in this world have had another place to spend money. Compared with the little money spent on wine and food, this flower house is a gold-swallowing beast.
However, there has always been an exception in these hundreds of years, and this person is Liu Yong.
People come to the Flower House to squander money, but Liu Yong relies on the sister in the building to live a life of fine clothes and fine food, and lives a leisurely life.
Jing Zhou lacked a lot of things, and coincidentally, the most indispensable thing was money.
Shaking the folding fan, Jingzhou couldn't help but sigh: "Giving a baby should be like the three changes of willows, smoke and willows draw bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, flowers turn and reveal their stalks, and dare not speak loudly."
Who is this Liu Sanbian? A role model among men, a benchmark for our generation!
Throughout the ages, we have been sitting on the top spot of being a soft-boiled person!
Even Xu Xian, Dong Yong, and Ning Caichen had to accept defeat!
There are poems to prove it: "I don't want to wear silk, but I want to rely on Brother Liu Qi. I don't want to be called by the king, but I want to be called by Liu Qi."
How many men want to be like Liu Sanbian. If Liu Sanbian is a woman, even the emperor will not change him.
"Brother, what a poem, what a poem, you are indeed a man of my generation!"
"How about it being more elegant if we go together?"
Jingzhou looked back and saw two people behind him, a fat one and a thin one, staring at him with fiery eyes. The look in their eyes made him feel chilled.
Its scalp-numbing level is second only to the eight characters at the beginning of the evil sword technique!
"Haha, I have something important to do at home, so I won't disturb you two."
Just kidding, how could he, Jingzhou, go with these two people when visiting the Flower House? Even if he wanted to take someone with him, he would have to take a woman like Ren Yingying with him!
The two fat and thin people said "Oh" in a long "I understand" way: "It would be a pity to miss such a great talent like Xiongtai tonight, but family matters are the most important thing."
Jing Zhou turned around and disappeared into the crowd, not knowing how to comment on the two people's words.
"Why is the lion roaring in Hedong and afraid of his wife?" He was really impressed by the brain-braining ability of those two people!
At this time, the sky has just ended, and the city of Hangzhou is gradually becoming lively.
The whole street is hung with lanterns of various colors, brightly lit and extremely lively.
But seeing the crowds of people ahead and the shouts of various vendors on both sides of the street, the carriage felt like it was stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move forward.
Jiangnan is a land of wealth, and Hangzhou, the core of Jiangnan, is like a paradise on earth. Its prosperity cannot be imagined unless you see it with your own eyes.
It was already dark, but at this hour, the whole street was filled with people singing, laughing, and chirping warblers, just like it was daytime.
Wealthy businessmen and young men were all walking in groups, laughing and joking on the street. From their conversations, one could vaguely hear words such as the girl from that family was good at poetry and writing, and the girl from this family was good at playing the piano and dancing. .
At this time, two people dressed as scholars walked past Jingzhou and said as they walked: "Brother Wang, I'm going to see you show off your talents tonight. This girl Lingyu is very charming, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting." Everything makes sense. If I could win her favor, wouldn’t it be a good story? If it weren’t for the fact that I don’t have any ink in my belly..."
"Haha, Brother Li has praised me. I don't know how many people are here tonight, so what can I do to catch the eye of Miss Lingyu?"
In ancient times, this flower house was an elegant place. It didn't just mean that you could get what you wanted by throwing money in. Therefore, it was common for wealthy people to travel with talented people, so that everyone could show their magical powers and pass five levels and kill six generals along the way. , can we have in-depth communication with that watery person.
"The rain of spirits occasionally comes to explain the words to the flowers, and the empty heart makes the moon spread the fragrance. The so-called rain of spirits leaves no trace, and the young master laughs alone. It is nothing more than this."
Jing Zhou shook his folding fan gently and whispered a few words. He stepped into the Yanbo Tower, as if he had strayed into the glitz. His eyes were full of red and pink buildings, and the mood of spring was fading.
There is the atmosphere of wind and dust, the fragrance of books, and the sound of silk and bamboo. It is truly a unique place that makes people linger and forget to leave.
But seeing that the floor of the Yanbo Building is paved with silk, the windows are made of silk, and there are red lanterns placed beside the screens. The red color filling the building makes it feel like a festival inside, and it is particularly festive.
"Tonight's jackpot is to be able to see Miss Lingyu. As for whether you can repay the beauty, it depends on your methods."
Several people gathered together in the Yanbo Building to discuss tonight's grand event. A few people's faces were filled with red light, and they became more and more excited as they talked. Looking at their posture, it seemed that they could hold the beauty in their arms.
"This girl Lingyu is a famous person in Hangzhou City. She is both talented and beautiful. What's more rare is that she is extremely talented in poetry. I am afraid she can be on par with the lay scholar Yi An of the Song Dynasty."
After the man said this, he recited a short poem written by Lingyu girl: "The best is to collect the sunset at dusk. Gather all the green smoke, collect all the rosy birds, collect all the sadness of the empty mountains. The small bridge has quiet flowing water, and the moss is dark green. It's dark, but I look at the bridge."
At this time, other people also echoed: "The night in Pinglan is vast, for whom are two lines of tears, dripping and continuing to flow. The infatuated guarding the night, the long clouds of time, I don't know the moon and the heartless, has been imprisoned by the mortal world."
What these two people read was the small poem written by Miss Lingyu before. It was widely spread in this dusty land and was highly sought after by these scholars.
Which of these scholars is not superior and pretentious? They absolutely disdain ordinary promiscuous women. If they want to make them fall in love, this talent is an extremely important factor.
"The word "Lingyu Girl" really makes me wait for Han Yan. The few songs I made before, compared with "Lingyu Girl", are like a firefly in the bright moon."
"I just don't know who this Lingyu girl will favor."
"If this kind of talent can enter Miss Lingyu's eyes and communicate with her, it will be worth losing a few years of her life."
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