Hearing this, King Qi glared at Yang Yue fiercely!

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"Rokuro, you're not sick, are you?" King Qi was displeased, his eyes were strange, he looked at Yang Yue, and asked: "Do you want it, don't give it to the fourth brother!" ”

"You're sick, if you don't believe it, I'll try it on Zi Yan!" It's a matter of dignity, Yang Yue didn't argue, and shouted coldly.

"You dare!" King Qi spoke coldly, pointed at Yang Yue with a folding fan in his hand, and glared angrily!

looked at Yang Yue back and forth and said: "If you have nothing wrong, you should take out the appearance of a man, seize the leader, and cower, it is easy to misunderstand, you... No... Yes! ”

You... No... Yes!

King Qi's words deliberately ridiculed Yang Yue, making Yang Yue hold back his anger in his heart.

Sensing the anger in Yang Yue's face, King Qi patted him on the shoulder, and under his cynical attitude, his words declined a little: "Liulang, there must always be a pursuit in life, the country, wealth, and beauties, all need to be mastered in your hands." ”

Hehe, Yang Yue smiled lightly, King Qi's thoughts in his heart were too negative,

Rivers, wealth, beauties, he wants them all!

When arguing for the beauty, the dance music stopped, Yue Nujiao sat on the stool early, and in the beautiful appearance, the ancient well did not wave, and he did not speak.

Condescendingly, his eyes scanned the second floor, and the dignitaries on the third floor!

Yang Yue looked far away and found that under the calm and pretty face of the beauty, there was a trace of contempt and disdain!

It seems to stand out from the crowd, with a proud demeanor, looking down on the pretentious scribes, and the noble son who boasts extraordinary wealth!

After a moment of silence, on the platform, Yue Nu Jiaoyu plucked the pipa, and the dazzling sound sounded, like a clear stream, echoing in the pavilion!

At this time, the previously handsome waiter appeared again, standing quietly in front of the platform, and a feminine voice sounded: "The slave girl comes out, the poetry meeting begins, if a certain son is lucky enough to win, he can go to the slave girl's boudoir, have a long talk, and recite poems." ”

"Don't be verbose, get straight to the point, hurry up!"

"That's right, Lao Tzu is not as good as Longyang!"

"Hahaha!"

In the event of sarcasm, the waiter's face did not change or get angry, clapped his hands, and motioned for everyone to be quiet: "Sons, please listen to the question!" ”

At this time, above the platform, four silver wires, tied to the tray, slowly lowered and fell in front of the waiter.

Under the gaze of all the friends, the waiter reached out from the sandalwood tray, took out the rice paper, slowly opened it, swept his eyes, and said: "Tonight coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, the happy building is full of friends, slave girl, with the moon as the theme, you sons speak freely!" ”

Themed with the month!

The waiter's voice fell, and the second floor became noisy, and all the talented people looked excited, bowing their heads in contemplation.

The private room on the third floor is slightly calm, and if you listen with your ears up, you can still hear the faint whispering!

"Smack!"

King Qi put away the folding fan in his hand, slapped his palm on Yang Yue's leg, a smile appeared on his face, and said: "Liulang, chanting poetry should be your strength, no matter how arrogant Yue Nujiao is, tonight will still be yours!" ”

The Mid-Autumn Festival, with the moon as the theme, is within Yang Yue's expectations!

Yongyue, is a major theme in ancient Chinese poetry, every Mid-Autumn Festival, poets and lyricists drink alcohol to the moon, chant poems, thousands of years, leave a lot of popular masterpieces.

As a traverser, he sings the moon poems and hides hundreds of them in his chest!

At this moment, he was thinking, that poem is more appropriate and more suitable!

The main hall on the second floor, the private room on the third floor, the literati, the dignitaries, the early press can not bear it, Yang Yue is contemplative, on the second floor, with a talented person to send poetry.

Next to Yang Yue, King Qi was also eager to try, muttering in his mouth, wanting to try!

Yongyue seems simple, but it is even more difficult to meet the situation and win the joy of the ladies in the left bread room.

For example, he tried to be a scholar and made a poem, but it caused the female relatives in the left private room to sigh for a while, with red faces and red ears, and sleeves covering their faces, and fled in a hurry.

In contemplation, in the private room on the third floor, there was a pot-bellied young man, who walked out with a wine glass, stood in front of the fence, his eyes narrowed into a line, staring at Yue Nujiao, full of greed, and drank all the wine in his cup with his head up.

Condescendingly, he glanced at the main hall on the second floor and was eager to try the literati talent, and said loudly: "If you want me to say, let's just bid directly, and the one with the highest price will get it!" ”

Suddenly, in the middle of the second floor, a scribe stood up, put away the folding fan, pointed at the middle-aged man, and shouted: "It's great to be rich, the slave girl is ice clear and jade, how can it be full of copper and stench that gold and silver can be defiled!" ”

Hearing the sound, the pot-bellied young man waved his hand, and at this time, in the private room, a delicate woman Ying Ying walked out, soft as a boneless body, leaning on the man's arms.

The pot-bellied young man stretched out his hand to hold the woman, and said to the scholar on the second floor: "My son drinks flower wine in the private room, and you drink sake in the main hall, just because my son has gold and silver, hahaha......"

"Cheesy, cheesy!" The scholar looked at it, speechless, his face turned red, he threw up his sleeves and sat down, and scolded angrily again and again!

Suddenly, the literati and the dignitaries formed a strong confrontation, and the scholars were angry and wrote three poems in a row, but they all returned to their seats in shame amid the sighs of the ladies in the left private room.

Seeing that all the scholars, concerned about face, became hesitant, the waiter came out again, glanced at Yue Nujiao, and said to the guest officials on all sides: "Ladies and gentlemen, the girl Nujiao has a question, please think deeply." If there is no answer, it is not impossible for the one with the highest price to get it. ”

Hearing the sound, in the right private room on the third floor, it was completely noisy, and the sound of bidding gradually came out!

"Fifty taels of gold!"

", I'll give you sixty taels of gold!"

"Cut, a hundred taels of gold."

……..

All kinds of arrogant cries came from different private rooms, proud, arrogant, arrogant!

In the Ziyan Pavilion, King Qi's patience was gradually consumed by the outcry, and he put the wine glass in his hand heavily on Yang Yue's food table, and said, "Liulang, you want to die in a hurry?" Aren't you worried about missing out on a beautiful woman? ”

Yang Yue smiled and said nothing, and the folding fan in his hand pointed to the platform, in the direction of Yue Nujiao!

Looking through the curtain of gauze beads, you can clearly see that Yue Nu's delicate face is still ancient and waveless, and in her delicate eyes, humiliation and embarrassment flash from time to time!

Looking at it, King Qi sighed: "Yue Nujiao is famous in the capital, outstanding in appearance, arrogant like a swan, but unfortunately fate plays tricks, in the fireworks field, everything is up to people."

In the Happy Building, everyone proposed to bid for the auction tonight, which is really difficult and humiliating! ”

Yang Yue has a deep understanding, and can understand Yue Nujiao's unwillingness and humiliation, unfair identity, and falling into the fireworks field, even if he is talented and unparalleled, in the eyes of men, he is just a plaything!

After all, people will grow old and become worthless.

After sighing, Yang Yue patted King Qi on the shoulder and smiled mysteriously: "Fourth brother, we'll see!" ”

He took a long breath, put down the folding fan in his hand, grabbed the brocade handkerchief in Liu Qingyan's hand, and wrapped it around his cheek!

Quickly grabbed the money bag and folding fan placed on the desk, jumped quickly, set off a gust of breeze, the veil opened, and Yang Yue's figure disappeared into the private room. (To be continued.) )