He was groggy, his head felt painful and numb as if someone had hammered him. Before he could open his eyes, Li Shan knew that he was drunk.
When was the last time you drank like this?
It seems that when I went to the hospital for an internship, I met a cute little nurse... Before I could do anything, she was hooked up by a bastard who was an intern at the same time, and then I bought two bottles of Niulanshan that night...
Forget it, just the appearance in his previous life... Li Shanqing couldn't help but touch his cheek.
After lying on the bed for a while, Li Shancai gradually recalled that he went to Li's house today to thank Mr. Li and his wife. After that, a group of bastards surrounded him and went to Dongshan Restaurant, and then he drank hard!
It would be fine if it was Sanlejiang, but those guys actually drank Yuhuchun... Li Shan was thinking at that time, this is called, you will not survive if you do it yourself!
Drunk, a group of people gathered around him and came to Pingkangfang again... This time Li Shanxue behaved, and fell unconscious not long after, and has been sleeping until now.
"Li Langjun is awake." The maid who was guarding the bed came up to serve him, respectfully and affectionately.
"Where are the others?" Li Shan yawned, "What time is it?"
"Several gentlemen are enjoying the dance in the small courtyard. It's already past midnight."
"It's already curfew." Li Shan stood up slowly and cursed: "You're lying drunk in the flowers and you don't even go home!"
The maid smiled sweetly and said: "Now Pingkangfang is full of flowers, indeed they are bushes of flowers."
Li Shan sighed. Ever since he said the sentence last year, "The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day" and then wrote several famous poems in Pingkangfang that have been passed down to future generations, the so-called Pingkangfang... has become more... There are countless courtesans named after flowers.
Even when he came to Pingkangfang... he was jokingly called drinking flower wine. Li Shanzhen couldn't laugh or cry. Is this how the so-called flower wine came from?
After wiping his face, Li Shan went out boredly and strolled into the small courtyard. He saw a girl dancing under a plum blossom tree, her clothes were flowing, and her dancing posture was elegant, which attracted cheers from everyone around her.
The dim lights on the surrounding corridors, the bright moonlight in the courtyard, and the occasionally falling plum blossom petals further highlighted the dancing posture of the whirling girl. Li Shan looked closely, she looked like a bearded girl, no wonder whirling.
"Huairen is awake." Yang Siyi patted the couch next to him, "I have been sleeping until now. I have pity on the dancing girls..."
"Dancing?" Li Shan sat down and looked around. In addition to Yang Siyi, there were also Gao Xingyi, Fang Yizhi, Li Zhaode, Zhang Wenguan and others... that's all. Li Zhaode was quite courageous, and he actually dared to stay up late at night. Supingkangfang.
Fang Yizhi explained: "Today Huairen came to Pingkangfang, and all the famous flowers in the place gathered together to perform a dance, hoping that Huairen would give poems."
Yes, I was the one who threw the blame last year... It was also instigated by these guys last year. After Li Shan wrote the song "Only peonies are the true national color, and the flowers bloom in the capital," the famous prostitute named Peony became famous. .
When the music stopped, the dancing Hu girl put her hands on her lower abdomen and prostrated to the ground, but raised her neck high and stared at Li Shan.
Zhang Wenguan put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Brother Huairen will think about it for a day, and there will be a new work!"
"I'm all ears."
Li Shan turned his head and saw a strange young man speaking. Yang Siyi introduced: "This is Chen Xuande, the second son of Jiang Guogong. He only entered Beijing at the end of last year and is already a frequent visitor to Pingkangfang."
Among the ministers and assistants, the one who was the friendliest to Li Shan was Chen Shuda, Duke of Jiang. Li Shan exchanged a few pleasantries and said with a smile: "Gong Jiang is elegant and clear, and his writing is brilliant..."
"Huairen, there is no need to say more." Chen Xuande said with a bitter look on his face, "Today the whole place danced, it was a grand event, so I missed the curfew... I'm afraid of being scolded by my father tomorrow. If I get Huairen's new work, I don't think I can escape this disaster. .”
One hundred and eight squares in Chang'an have a night curfew, and only Pingkang Square does not have a curfew.
Li Shan was stunned and turned to look. Fang Yizhi, Li Zhaode, Wang Renbiao, and Yang Siyi either had bitter looks on their faces or nodded repeatedly... Only Zhang Wenguan had an indifferent expression. His parents are not in Chang'an now, and no one cares about him.
Li Zhaode rolled his eyes, "Today is a grand event. We are looking forward to Brother Huairen's new work. Even if we are delayed, I think the elders can also be relieved."
Yang Siyi laughed and said: "Brother Huairen has been thinking about it for a long time until nightfall before he can complete the poem..."
What do these guys mean?
I covered my head and slept until the moon was at its peak. How could this pot still fall on me?
"Huairen, if there is no new work..." Fang Yizhi held Li Shan's left hand, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Baqiao to see you off on the day I leave Beijing."
"..."
Yang Siyi held Li Shan's right hand and said, "Brother Yi Zhi means that he will definitely be injured on the bed and it will be difficult to get up."
Li Shan lamented that he had made a careless friend, and turned to look at Hu Nu, who was still worshiping in front of her. She had a tall figure, round curves, and fair skin that seemed to reflect the moonlight.
There were many poems praising plum blossoms in ancient times, but Li Shan still thought about it for a long time, and then slowly said: "All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, taking up the charm of the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the water, the water is clear, and the fragrance is faint. Floating moon dusk.”
After being quiet for a moment, Chen Xuande sighed: "Although there is not a single word "plum" in the poem, the scenery of plum blossom is written all over.
"All the beauties are shaking and Xuanyan is alone..." Yang Siyi shook his head and said: "That's exactly what happened today."
Wang Renbiao nodded and said: "The dark fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk... It seems inconsistent, but in fact it coincides."
Chen Xuande stared at Li Shan with envy and jealousy, "Such a poetic talent is given to me by God!"
Well, this statement was first originated by Li Shan, and then it spread... It was really a gift from heaven!
As soon as the poem was completed, it was circulated inside and outside the courtyard, and soon spread throughout Pingkangfang. This Hu girl became the luckiest girl tonight, and from tomorrow there will be another celebrity in Pingkangfang.
But Li Shan, who was still a little dizzy, suddenly reacted and grabbed Zhang Wenguan by the collar, "Tomorrow, tomorrow..."
"Brother Huairen?"
"Tomorrow!" Li Shan growled: "Tomorrow I will pay a visit to the Cui Mansion!"
Zhang Wenguan was startled and laughed a few times, "My uncle will not blame you for your elegant affairs."
You're talking lightly. The future son-in-law came to visit you for the first time after getting engaged. The day before, he actually went to the most famous red light district in the world to fight all night long and even created a celebrity with his own hands... Ordinary father-in-laws couldn't bear it!
What's more, Cui Xin is a maniac who loves girls!
After barely sleeping for a while, and being very nervous until the next day, Li Shan took Zhang Wenguan back to Sun Moon Lake and went to Cui Mansion carrying the gifts he had prepared in advance.
As soon as he entered the door, Li Shan had the urge to move his feet outside the threshold. Cui Xin, who had just left the office, looked gloomy and said slowly: "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight dusk."
"It was so wonderful that it spread all over Chang'an within half a day."
Li Shan bowed solemnly and said seriously: "Yesterday, I accidentally drank alcohol at noon. I got together with friends at Dongshan Restaurant. I was drunk by all my friends and fell asleep all night. Because it was difficult to travel under the curfew, I had to stay in Pingkangfang. During this period, I made a new work There is nothing else like this poem.”
Cui Xin sneered: "How could you stay overnight in Pingkangfang when you were drunk in Dongshan Restaurant?"
Li Shan said sincerely: "Only after I woke up did I realize that it was Zhigui who had brought my nephew there."
Zhang Wenguan on the side was stunned, "Brother Huai, you are such a dog, no wonder you didn't let me leave as soon as I left Pingkangfang... just for this moment, right?" !
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
