"Who are you?"

Hearing the sound in the dark alley, the slightly chubby young man stepped back, looked at the figure in the dark, his eyes were still vigilant, and asked slowly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." In the dark alley, the voice was erratic, if there was nothing, "The important thing is that I can help you." ”

The young man asked, "Help me what?" ”

The voice said leisurely: "Let you no longer worry about not being able to write good poems, no longer worrying about not being able to soak in girls, and no longer being ridiculed by those so-called talents......"

"Can't make a girl?" The man wondered.

"It's just that no woman cares about you!" The voice raised a pitch.

The young man was stunned for a moment before he realized something, and blurted out, "You want to teach me to write poetry?" ”

This time, the voice paused for a long time, "Do you think, are you the material?" ”

“------”

"And what do you mean?" The young man asked, confused.

"It's very simple, pay the money with one hand, deliver the goods with the other, you pay the money, I give the poem, the poem is yours after paying the money, you can sign your name and use it as you like......"

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "How do I know if you have casually written a few words to lie to me?" ”

"Where are so many problems!" The voice in the darkness became impatient, "Love to buy or not, don't buy I'm leaving!" ”

"Wait a minute!"

Some images came to mind, the young man clenched his fists, his face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How do you sell your poems?" ”

"One hundred taels to ten thousand taels, a variety of prices, a variety of choices, can accept customization, the love of men and women, brotherly thoughts, broken sleeves, family and country feelings, buy five get one free, buy ten get three free...... The price is fair, and the children are not deceived! ”

The young man asked suspiciously, "Can your poem overshadow the one surnamed Yang?" ”

"If you just want to cover the one just now, it is recommended that you buy a hundred taels of silver, if you want to make a splash and impress that Yingying girl, one thousand taels is enough, if you are willing to pay ten thousand taels, what is Zhao Xiuwen, you will be the new poet saint of Qi in the future!"

The voice was extremely erratic and seductive, coming from the darkness: "How is it, do you want to think about it?" ”

"I want a thousand taels."

After a moment of silence, there was a quick response from outside.

"Wait a minute."

Something seemed to move in the darkness, and the young man seemed to hear a strange noise, and then fell silent.

It was not until a quarter of an hour later that another voice was heard in the darkness, and then the young man saw a folded piece of paper coming out of the darkness.

He cautiously walked over and reached out, the paper shrinking inside.

He was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, groped in his arms for a while, handed over a stack of paper, and said: "There are a total of 1,000 taels of silver tickets here, and you can exchange them for silver in any Qian family bank in Qi country." ”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?" After taking the silver ticket, the voice in the darkness came again.

The chubby young man shook his head and said, "It's only a thousand taels left and right, and you can save a day's pocket money." ”

There was no sound in the darkness, and he took the piece of paper, waited there for a while, and when he summoned up the courage to go into the alley, he found that there was no one in it.

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……

"What did you just do?"

Li Yi went back upstairs, and after sitting down, Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked.

"I went down to breathe and bought something by the way."

Li Yi put a pack of desserts on the table, which he bought at the shop where he borrowed pen and paper just now, and it tasted good.

I have to say that that guy was quite courageous just now, he would give a thousand taels of silver, Li Yi didn't do this when he was the most defeated, he gave 100,200,000 taels to Miss Liu Er.

I talked nonsense with that guy for a long time just now, and I was a little thirsty, and the alcohol here is not high, so it can be used as a drink to quench my thirst.

Li Yi picked up the flask ------ didn't pour out a drop of wine.

He looked at Miss Liu Er and gradually narrowed his eyes.

"It's not early, it's time to go back and rest." Miss Liu Er simply stood up decisively, turned around and walked downstairs.

Li Yi walked down with a calm face, and when he walked out of the door, he passed by a slightly chubby young man.

"You stop, don't think about this matter and just expose it......" After a slight pause, he walked in the direction of Miss Liu Er.

The young man glanced back a little strangely, shook his head, turned around, and walked into the attic again after half an hour.

Inside the hall, several young men dressed as scribes gathered together and whispered to each other while watching the program above.

"The one surnamed Qian, I really think that silver can buy anything, and my generation disdains to be in the company of vulgar people."

"The surname Qian is a joke, don't mention him, guess what, can Yang Yanqing let Miss Yingying recommend herself for a pillow today?"

"Impossible, although Yang Yanqing also has a bit of poetic talent, but he is far worse than his brother, I think Miss Yingying is also looking at that person's face, otherwise, I am afraid I will not see him today."

"I've long heard that Miss Yingying has some meaning for that person, but with her identity, it's still too far away, and she can't say that she is the second best thing......

"It's also possible, after all, that person is appreciated by the third prince, and Miss Yingying can't climb ......"

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……

A few people were chatting about something, when they were suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Qian Duoduo Qian Gongzi, give a poem to the poetry girl!"

In the past, when there were girls on stage performing, if there was a gift of silver or a poem, someone would read it out loud and be known to everyone, after all, many people were just trying to save face, if there was no splash at all, I am afraid that they would not do the same thing again in the future.

Therefore, in this kind of place, there will be someone in charge of this matter.

People who often come here have become accustomed to this, but this time, when they heard this, many people were stunned.

Including the girl on the stage who was playing Shishi, there was a look of surprise on her pretty face, and the sound of the piano was a little disordered.

Who Qian Duoduo is, they are naturally no strangers.

The famous Qian Gongzi in Fengzhou City, the Qian family's money village has opened all over Qi country, and business is also blooming everywhere, and there are few families that are richer than the Qian family in the entire Fengzhou City.

The son of a businessman, who was already looked down upon, should have been a low-key person, but this Qian Gongzi didn't know what low-key was at all, he prided himself on being a talented man on weekdays, and often lingered in such places, and he did a lot of things several times, but he didn't even see the face of a girl, and became a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone knows that this Qian Gongzi is a complete straw bag, and at this time, he is also learning from others to make poems......

"Haha, Mr. Qian, give ...... poem"

"Read, hurry, hurry up and read it out, let's see, what kind of good work Mr. Qian has born!"

"No, no, no, I'll read it later, let me laugh a little longer......"

Suddenly, some people couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere in the venue became a little lively.

Qian Gongzi can compose poems, in their opinion, it is tantamount to a rooster laying eggs, and the iron tree blooming, it is simply a fantasy, and at this moment, everyone just sees this as a joke.

Hearing the various voices around him, Qian Duoduo's complexion changed, and he pretended to be indifferent, seemingly unchanged, but the fists in his sleeves were already clenched together.

He also read the poem himself just now, although he can't see the reason, but it reads very smoothly, and there is a word he doesn't know, and he only knows when he asks, should, it can be compared to the surname Yang, right?

There was a man in the corner with a piece of paper in his hand, and at the urging of everyone, read it aloud.

"The color sleeves diligently held the jade bell, but it was drunk and red. Dance low willow building heart moon, singing peach blossom fan bottom wind.

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you. There is a silver light left tonight, and I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream. ”

Those who can linger on this occasion are mostly literati and ink writers, who boast of being merry and talented on weekdays, and the people they associate with are also people who read, more or less, there will always be some talent, otherwise they will not be confused, after the person read out two sentences, the mocking voice in the field became laughing.

Until the last sentence "I'm afraid of meeting in a dream" was pronounced, there was no more murmur in the field.

Countless people froze in place, looked back at Qian Duoduo, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in disbelief.

Is this word really made by Qian Duoduo's straw bag?

The woman on the stage was also stunned, muttered a few words in her mouth, experienced a certain emotion, and when she looked at the audience again, her eyes were already a little hazy.

At the door of a room somewhere upstairs, the woman's lips were slightly open, and the man opposite was full of surprise.

Even if Qian Duoduo no longer understands poetry, because of his background, his ability to observe words and colors is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Seeing the eyes and expressions of the people around him, he knew that the ------ of the 1,000 taels just now was really worth!

Especially when I saw those so-called talents, the expression on my face was like seeing a ghost, and the joy in my heart could not be described in words.

He hummed an inexplicable tune in his mouth, and walked out of the door alone in the stunned and quiet of everyone.

When he was about to walk out, as if he had thought of something, he turned around again and walked to a table somewhere.

The subordinate looked at him in a daze and asked, "Young Master Qian, what else is going on?" ”

Qian Duoduo pursed his lips and said, "The one thousand taels of silver just now was wrong, pay me back." ”

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"I can't control you, your sister can, when I go back in a few days, I will tell her what you are doing here, one by one......"

There is still half an hour of curfew, and the flow of people on the streets of Fengzhou City has become scarce, and Li Yi is counting as he walks.

He didn't hear a response for a long time, he glanced back, Miss Liu Er on his back had already made an even breathing sound, he shook his head, and sighed helplessly.

"I can't control it......"

Ahead, the three words of Hong Lim Yuan are already faintly recognizable under the reflection of fireworks blooming in the night sky.