Su Su, who was full of excitement, stood up and pressed his waist, only to realize that he was only wearing a beard and no sword.

And Zhao Hengmei didn't know why, maybe he remembered the northern Xinjiang battlefield described by his father, his eyes were red, and he drank like swallowing a whale.

"Is this poem worth a thousand dollars?" A maid with slightly red cheeks whispered.

No one answered, some were just the stirring hearts that were still intoxicated.

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Sitting in the corridor outside the room, drinking porridge and eating side dishes, Duan Shaojun couldn't remember how he went back to the county office, and the memory of last night seemed to be abruptly interrupted in the recitation of the Oiran Su Su.

Ximen Chuchu sat opposite, with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if he knew Duan Shaojun for the first time, and he explored up and down there. "I didn't expect you to have such talent, my brother said, yesterday's nameless poem was criticized by Sister Su Su as having a high artistic conception, better than Cao Qianjin."

"It's just average, but speaking of which, do you think my poem is worth a thousand taels?" Duan Shaojun put down the dishes and chopsticks and was satisfied.

Ximen Chuchu's eyes widened when he could speak, and it seemed that he had come back to his senses for a long time, and stood up angrily and stomped on his lotus feet. "You, you're too insulting."

"Sven? I said, girl, how many loaves is Sven worth? How many taels of gold? Duan Shaojun smiled self-deprecatingly, as if asking someone, and as if he had already asked.

In the past, I was not full of discipline and morality, and I put medical ethics first, but what could I get in exchange?

After that, he thought he was a broken jar, hung his face on his waist, smashed the festival and drank with wine, but he mixed it up like a fish in water.

Is this to blame the world? Or is it weird? If you want to go down in history, you must be more traitorous than traitors, more traitors than ministers, more than ministers, in order to save yourself, and have the opportunity and time to do practical things for the people of the world.

Seeing Duan Shaojun chuckling and talking to himself, his eyes were far away, his expression was lonely, and the original indignation turned into distress.

The men with stories are all a huge and seductive maze, tempting, and seemingly rejecting people, making Chu Chu's heart lake rippling.

Ximen Chuchu's pair of autumn water long eyes fell, and saw that section of the young gentleman raised his sleeves and lifted the bowl, pouring the last mouthful of porridge into his throat, hearty, like drinking elixir, indescribably graceful, and the eyes of the direct viewer were blurred.

"I'm sorry, I'm too impulsive. If you don't have money, don't talk about walking, even if you don't have food and clothing. Ximen Chuchuqiao's face was slightly red, and he escaped Duan Shaojun's gaze, lowered his dark eyelashes, and whispered.

Duan Shaojun's buttocks were crooked, and he sat down no more than half a foot away from Chu Chu, looking at this picturesque face, with hair on his cheeks and his nose and lips, although he couldn't fall into the country, he could also fall into the city.

Seeing Chu Chuqiao's face getting redder and redder, her eyes drooping lower and lower, her hands trembling slightly, but she didn't dodge. Duan Shaojun's heart was slightly warm, his smile was bright, and he showed a mouthful of teeth that were white enough to shoot commercials. "If Chu Chu is really guilty, why don't you pay me back the money?"

"Don't think! Even if you only stay for three or five days and then leave, I won't give you a penny, bad guy. Chu Chu jumped up like a cat with burned feet, her cheeks were dizzy, her eyes were charming, but the beauty was already in a hurry, wearing a long water blue dress, like colorful butterflies flying among the flowers.

Hearing the hearty laughter coming from the courtyard, hiding outside the courtyard gate, stroking the ****, Ximen Chuchu, whose heart was beating like a deer, clenched his fists angrily, he was actually called Chu Chu by the bad guy and didn't know it, so intimate, how could it be that you, the bad guy, screamed?

No, he seemed to allow him to call himself that, but his smile was so annoying, and he didn't clean him up when he got so close to him and said such a joke.

Although he had the heart to turn around and ask, the lotus feet under him were like roots, and he couldn't move. In his mind, he was full of narrow-eyed starry eyes full of narrowness, but with a few smiles.

"Bad thing...... Ximen Chuchu said softly, as if talking to himself, and his long autumn eyes were full of sweetness.

"Brother, you deserve to be a good brother of my Ximen pillars." The beast brother's eyes were bright, with a look of adoration, looking at Duan Shaojun, who had finished eating breakfast in front of him, and was gargling halfway with water, and looked blankly at his own Duan Shaojun who was about to break in.

"Brother Tai's words are wrong, and the little brother is so poor and sour that has no power to restrain the chicken, but there is really no double knife to insert." Duan Shaojun hurriedly spit out the clear water in his mouth, and returned the salute with a wry smile.

"It's okay, even if you insert me with two swords now, you will only be happy for your brother. Wha...... "Brother Beast laughed rudely, well, maybe it can be described as heroic, which is a compliment."

Duan Shaojun smiled helplessly, it was really difficult for himself to face this brother who would insert two knives at every turn.

"Don't you know, after Su Su won the good work of the virtuous brother last night, he was thinking hard about how the sword dance could cooperate with the virtuous brother's work, and told the brother, I hope that the virtuous brother can help you in detail."

"Can you not go? Brother Tai don't forget that the great monk is still in Lanting County today," Duan Shaojun scratched his head. "The little brother was just an occasional good sentence last night, he doesn't know how to sword or dance, what can he do?"

Brother Beast said with a flattering smile: "Go, you must go, if you don't go, if Brother Wei really loses to that Liu Changqing, not only will I lose my own face, Brother Xian, are you embarrassed to see such a dignified eight-foot man as Brother Wei, and you can't give up on that little white face?" What's more, you can't bear to see a beautiful woman like Miss Su lose to others, right? ”

"As for the dream of the great monk, I have already asked my little sister to deal with it first, and it will not be a big problem for our brothers to go a little later."

In the end, Duan Shaojun reluctantly followed Brother Beast to Na Yixiang Pavilion again.

There is a distance from the Yixiang Pavilion along the edge, and I have already seen Qi Niang, who is over forty years old, Shaohua is old, but she is not inferior to the young man, standing outside the door, beside her, she is the rich little white face who does not abandon her, leans on each other, and falls in love with her old lady's face.

"Oh, Qi Niang has seen the eldest son, I have seen Duan Gongzi, I didn't expect that my Qi Niang also had a day when she was pecked blind by geese, and I couldn't see the suave Duan Gongzi's talent." Qi Niang hurried out of Yixiang Pavilion a few steps, and said with a big smile.

"If Qi Niang is like this, please get up quickly." Duan Shaojun hurriedly returned the salute. When I looked up, I saw the window door of the floor facing the street of Yixiang Pavilion, the youthful and pretty faces painted with grease and powder, and the pairs of charming or beautiful eyes all fell on him, and the hot light in his eyes.

It really made Duan Shaojun have the illusion that Tang Seng was lost and accidentally broke into the Pansi Cave. Although there is no fox and coquettish voice to call the benefactor, but the scene of covering each other's lips and whispering like silk, and eyes like a demon and hungry to look at the monk's meat, I am afraid it is also rare to see.

Duan Shaojun was not stage frightened, and he was very chic and slightly bent at the beautiful stars in the building, and smiled freely. Only then did he swing his sleeves into the Yixiang Pavilion, leaving the smiling warblers all over the floor.

After passing through the building, through the corridor, and going straight to the rooftop, I saw that Su Su was already present, with a sword in his hand, sitting cross-legged, his eyes were condensed, and his graceful beard was still there, but the bearded hat on his head had long been gone. There is only one black and green silk tied into a man's bun, which adds to the heroism, but the shallow sorrow between the eyebrows is so obvious, people can't help but feel pity, and want to hug her well and take care of her, but the chill in her expression and bones is forced to be unwilling, or dare not approach.

Seeing Qi Niang ascending the stairs, the clouds on her face dissipated, and she bowed slightly. His eyes fell on Duan Shaojun, who was going upstairs.

"Su Su has seen Duan Gongzi." Su Shu returned the sword to the sheath and gave a deep salute to Duan Shaojun.

"Don't dare." Duan Shaojun returned the salute, looked around the rooftop with his hand, and his eyes fell on the crimson dress hanging on the wall, the corners of the skirt were like butterfly wings spreading, and the thick black marks were still there.

Duan Shaojun walked to the crimson dress, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud, his masterpiece was written on the red dress, and then it was hung on this rooftop, I don't know if there will be a good story in the future.

"I didn't expect Duan Gongzi to be a real person who didn't show his face, so talented, but he didn't show it at all, if it wasn't for a big drunk last night, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to force Gongzi's masterpiece." Qi Niang, who is the best at observing faces, stepped forward with a smile and bowed deeply.