"There is heaven, there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.
There are gardens in the city and water towns outside the city.
Suzhou is so beautiful, so beautiful.
In spring, apricot blossoms bloom and people are busy picking tea in the rain.
In the summer in the lotus pond, the pipa is tinkling.
Rock the boat and sing softly, and look at the moon from the bridge.
In autumn, the sweet-scented osmanthus smells fragrant and the courtyard reads.
In winter, wintersweet blooms, and Taihu Lake is connected to the Yangtze River.
Open the doors and windows, green mountains and green waters.
Skillful hands embroider a new paradise, skillful hands embroider a new paradise..."
The graceful singing is like the rivers in Suzhou city, criss-crossing and reaching all directions.
Soft language singing in Suzhou, the red boat from Yuchun Tower, two trackers are pulling it in front, two boatmen are rocking it in the back, and more than a dozen beautiful singers, holding drums, shengs and Xiaos, are swimming along the river. Singing, men, women, old and young all enjoyed it so much that they were intoxicated.
Song Che also rented a cruise ship, and sat on the bow with two close friends who came from afar, set up a stove, warmed a pot of good wine, enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Suzhou, and celebrated the New Year.
Jiang Yuntian's eyes widened and he sighed more than once: "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. It is indeed well-deserved. Even the aunts on the shore are so beautiful..."
Song Che and Liao Heng looked at each other, shook their heads with smiles, and raised their glasses to drink.
"Hey, Brother Song, didn't you say you wanted to give me the 'most beautiful woman in the world' to be your wife? I'm not too demanding anymore. You can find me a beautiful girl in Suzhou, preferably like your brother-in-law. He has fair skin, short stature, and big eyes." Jiang Yuntian turned around and said.
Liao Heng squinted and smiled, "This guy is in love with spring."
Song Che said bitterly: "You should also know that I am a live-in son-in-law. No matter how many beauties there are in Suzhou, I have no chance to get in touch with them-"
Unexpectedly, he just finished speaking.
"Hey! Sisters, look, it's Uncle Song!"
The girls in Yuchun Tower are all loyal fans of Su Mi, and they even secretly rated Song Che as "the number one man Suzhou women most want to marry."
Song Che has been a killer of girls since he was a child, and he has become a killer of young women when he grows up. In fact, there is no need to talk about this kind of thing on the table, everyone understands it.
The girls on the flower boat waved to Song Che and waved their handkerchiefs:
"Uncle Song, come up and play!"
"Uncle Song, this private house of the slave family is a bit big. I want to trade in the old one for the new one..."
"Hurry up and get the boat over!"
The flower boat docked at Song Che's boat.
"Damn it!" Jiang Yuntian scolded: "You are not kind, you know all these beauties!"
Liao Heng also smiled and said: "The wealthy businessman is romantic."
Song Che blushed, took out a piece of gold, threw it on the flower boat, and then urged the boatman to dock quickly.
If he got rouge and gouache, he wouldn't want to go to bed tonight.
"The cruise is over here, let's go shopping on the street, where there are more programs..."
When the boat docked, Song Che took Jiang Yuntian and Liao Heng and ran into the crowd.
"It's really a drought that makes you die of drought, and a flood that makes you die of waterlogging!"
Jiang Yuntian raised his head and sighed: "Poor me, Jiang Yuntian, whose martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world. Half of my life has passed, but I can't even get a wife. What a tragedy, what a sorrow, what a pain!"
Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring straight at this idiot. Song Che and Jiang Yuntian beside them died on the spot.
"He drank too much, he drank too much..."
The two of them held Jiang Yuntian and hurriedly left the river.
"It's true that you have been disturbed by a group of promiscuous women. Fortunately, you are still a hero from Nantian Valley."
Song Che shook his head, touched his chest, and comforted Jiang Daxia who was hurt by love, "I said I would find you the most beautiful woman in the world as your wife, and I will never break my promise."
What a coincidence, isn't it? In the city of Suzhou today, there happens to be a great beauty, who is a relative of the emperor.
The brave general and the beautiful princess, who dares to say that they are not a perfect match?
Song Che looked around and suddenly found a stall selling masks nearby. During festivals, people wear masks when going out, firstly to look good, and secondly to fear the gods. Pedestrians on the street wear all kinds of masks.
"Young masters, would you like to buy a mask? There are all kinds of masks, and they only cost ten cents." Before the three of them could come to buy, the discerning hawker took the initiative to say hello.
Song Che, as always, made a big show of his face.
Jiang Yuntian picked a tiger mask.
Liao Heng rummaged through the stalls, but couldn't find what he liked.
"Sir, what kind of style do you want? I'll find it for you." the vendor asked.
Liao Heng asked casually: "Is there a dragon face mask?"
The vendor hurriedly shook his head: "I don't dare to have it, and even if it does, we ordinary people don't dare to wear it."
Liao Heng suddenly lost all interest and randomly picked a green mask and put it on his face.
Song Che took out a few taels of silver to pay, and asked the vendor: "Boss, are there any good programs today, the first day of the first lunar month?"
The hawker thanked the reward and said: "That's a lot, but with the temperament of the three young masters, ordinary acrobatics will definitely not be noticed - at the 'Huilan Zhai' at the end of the street, a 'New Year Poetry Festival' is being held. At the meeting, talented men and women in Suzhou City gathered together to recite poems and write poems. I heard that many celebrities from Hanshan Academy were present!
Also, there seems to be a 'martial arts tournament' being held over there on Lihua Street. That one is more exciting, with real kung fu and punches. Just now, the guys from Chase Gambling House were beating gongs and drums, asking us to place bets on winning or losing! "
Reciting poems and composing them correctly?
A tourney?
The three aspiring young people looked at each other. Isn't this tailor-made for them?
Song Che didn't even need to produce 300 Tang poems. Just the ink in the belly of Liao Heng, a great talent born as a Jinshi, could dominate the poetry meeting.
As for the martial arts tournament, at this moment Jiang Yuntian is already gearing up and eager to try.
Liu San'er is quite smart and knows how to open the market where there is a competition. With the popularity of the first day of the first lunar month, Datong Gambling House can make crazy money tonight.
First civilized and then martial, first polite and then military, the three of them decided to go to the Poetry Club to make a fuss first.
"Get out of the way! The horse is frightened! Get out of the way!"
"Da da da……"
Suddenly, on the crowded street, there was a burst of yelling, and the horse's hooves were as fast as thunder!
An out-of-control carriage is rampaging through the streets!
Pedestrians hurried to the street to avoid.
"Child! Get out of the way!"
The coachman pulled hard on the reins and shouted at the little girl standing in the middle of the street, licking the candied haws.
How can a child react?
The man who was like the wind, Jiang Yuntian walked away quickly, but he was seven or eight feet away from the little girl. At this time, the horse's hoof had almost hit the little girl——
No one dared to look at it!
At the critical moment!
A white figure flashed past, holding the little girl and throwing her down on the street!
A near miss!
The carriage has not stopped!
Jiang Yuntian jumped onto the shaft of the cart, kicked the driver off, grabbed the reins and pulled hard!
"Beast! Stop it!"
"Uu——"
The horse neighed loudly, and was pulled off the ground by a force of arms, and its whole body stood upright!
The carriage stopped suddenly.
It would take General Jiang, a man of ten thousand men, to have such courage!
