Nightwatcher

"What to do, let's fight tea around the thirty silver, even if you are looking for this yard, you have a few two." Xu Erchi urgently, I feel that I will return to the liberation, the brow is straight, Look at the son:

"Resign, think about it."

Is this the problem of money, this is what news has not been put out. The brothers are madly spit.

Xu Xin Ye looked at the father: "What can I have, I have been in touch with my big brother, and my father doesn't know how to know?"

His tone is a bit heavy, and it is anxious.

This wave is a blood loss .... Silver is a second, the key is that the news is not detected.

He is just a woman who serves wine to eat wine, should have a pen ink and rice paper.

The table is cleared out of the table, and I pulled a new year: "Resign, you write it for me."

Xu Xindian did not hesitate, the tacit necked, holding a pen.

Xu Qi'an is fast, and read: "Zhongfang rums unique, accounting for the trend to the garden."

Xu Xinnian is like flying, writing a crafts of the wind.

Xu Qi'an continued to read: "The shadow is horizontal, and the dark fragrance floats the moon."

Xu Xindian did not have a pen, he stunned, like a petrochemical, muttered in the mouth, repeating the two sentences.

"Quick writing!" Xu Qi'an pushed him.

Xu Erlang woke up like a dream, and his face was quickly finished.

Xu Qi'an pulled the rice paper, recruiting women, said: "You will pay this poem to the floating lady, you can do it, say Yang Waiting here."

The woman is not happy, but Xu Qi'an is broken after a broken silver, she immediately returned.

......

The main bed is blocked, and the steam is lingering on the roof beam.

Floating foam in hot water with rose petals, blue silk high, neck and white, the beads and the breasts hang a water, reflected in the candlelight.

She is like a grease, like a jade.

A close-up woman served in the bath bucket, and praised the skin of the skin, while said: "Zhao Gongzi has been waiting in the next tea room, and the guests who stopped the head said that he is the kooji."

"There is a lot of show," the floating fragrant smiled, gently moved water, said: "But with Zhao Gongzi's talents, it is not going to be."

: "I know that the lady likes this talented son, like the annoying Zhou Li, is not with his father's official position, so Y Yao Wei.

"The Zhao Gongzi is talented, and Wang Niang is hurt, saying that it will become a good story in the future. The woman can also leave a history."

"Even I also make fun of ..." The floating point pointed the pointed head, sighed: "Women want to name the history, why is it difficult to see how many readers are expected."

The door of the master bedroom was pushed away, a scorpion came in, standing in the hall, brittle: "The lady, the guests of Yang Yang let the slaves have sent the first poem."

The floating fragrance frowned, the big screams: "There are things that have no rules, the lady has chosen Zhao Gongzi, can you change, is it the benefit of people?"

The little girl is tied, not dare to the mouth.

The floating faint said: "Play the table, go out to tell the guests, floating incense."

The little girl is like a weight, "", put the rice paper at the table, and go out.

After bathing, the floating fragrance is covered with a thin white skirt, and if the body is hidden, the snow is barely, and it is coming to the table.

"You go to ask Zhao Gongzi to come in." She said, looked at the rice paper on the table, pick up.

She gazed sharply, and she looked at the rice paper.

"Shadi Xiaobi gives a floating fragrance"

All the aromity rushed to the hook, and the trend to the homework.

The obsolete is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats the moon.

I went to the door, I was going to open the door to ask Zhao Gongzi. Suddenly heard the sharp shout of the lady behind him: "Slow!"

When you look back, the lady will die in the hands of death, and the face is slightly shaking, and the face has never had a weird.

That is that I have never seen emotions on her face.

The voice of the flower lazy woman is urgent and sharp: "Who, who sent the poem, which son, you say !!"

He was shocked, and he said: "It seems to be surnamed Yang ..."

The flower launched the lady rushed to the door.

"Niangzi, Niangzi ... How can you go out this way, so that you can't ..." .

"You let me go, let go of me." The floating face is red, "Mo wants the son, chase it back."

I don't think I don't understand, a poem, actually let the lady never have never had never had never had never, and the books in the day will make Wen Wenya.

"The lady is moving, and the slaves are immediately going .... Go to the son of the poem."

After leaving, the flower lady in the clothes is not sitting at the table, and watching the paper in his hand.

"The shadow is horizontal, the dark fragrance floats the moon dusk .... Give a floating fragrance, give floating fragrance ..."

She is pretty face and soy tears, and she is crying on the table.

......

The front hall, some guests left, and the other part did not go.

After the end of the tea is over, there are two options to choose: First, go to other yards to continue the next game. Second, if it is not a bit, it is tired, you can pick it here.

"This floating girl doesn't buy your account." Xu Pingzhi looked at the nephew, and the eyebrows had anxiety.

Poetry is sent, but in exchange for a slightly fluttering.

Obviously, Xu Qi'an's poem did not hit the flower.

Xu Xindian laughed: "A woman in the district, how to understand the essence of poetry."

Xu Pingzhi stared at his son and asked: "The Ning Banner is extremely poetry?"

Xu Yiling in the poem is the way in the poetry, and the big brother is already in the mouth, sigh: "It is extremely good."

Xu Dalai is equally confused, and he has absolute confidence in this poem.

This seven-law is very famous, very large. Especially in the last two sentences are hailed as the ultimbus.

At that time, there were two poems of the ancient name - saying that these two poems.

Two poetry is a wandering name, and how high the evaluation.

"Dark incense" and "" even become the name of the word, visible this poem in ancient literati.

Celebrity such as Ouyang Xiu, Sima Guang gives these two poems.

And the authors of the seven law, and therefore the poems are named .... Well, who is the author forgets.

This is impossible, she didn't make sense to refuse me ... this poem is to give the two big Confucian, who will give the cloud deer college, they can take me as a child ..... Xu Qi'an thought of a possibility, this It is actually a flower shelf.

Fried, seller, essentially there is no culture.

But there is a paradox here. If the floating flowers are a vase, she is not recognized by the literati.

Compared to the premium seller of the past art, the Huade Kui of this era also has similar operations, but the latter has a truth.

The reason is very simple, ancient readers are not as good as the young young people in the later generation.

The frowning is not the show, and the big smashing of the floating smear, take a small broken step, look slightly anxious in the crowd, see Xu Qi'an, the look is good, the lotus is coming, Fu The blessing, delicate drip:

"Yang Gongzi, is your poem?"

Xu Jiaye looked at each other, such as the release of the weight.

"It is me." Xu Qi'an nodded.

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Xu Qi'an Town is the first, followed by the babies, walking toward the main bedroom on the other side of the attic.

This scene also caused the guest idea of ​​intended to stay "Jiao Xiaobang", handful.

"Hey, how did he follow it."

"This, this ... does not happen, how can you go in?"

"Just now, I seem to say poems, and I just saw him with the handsome little brother."

A Middle-aged people dressed in a rich family walked to Xu Xinyun and Xu Pingzhi, arched: "Two, I don't know what is the scorpion girl? How did the Xiongtai go in? What poems do you write?"

PS: big masters, face itch, need to recommend tickets (¯) ¯) ︿