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Senior veteran author Pipe Juju's "Step by Step"
Fang Zhicheng entered the officialdom with the first place in the written exam, but was excluded, but fortunately, the hand of fate immediately added fuel to the fire, and he fought hard at the moment of life and death, and since then there have been many opportunities...... An upright young man, the old man also came to help, the leftover female president, the young woman Lin Fang, and the single-parent anchor, made him suddenly fall into the peach blossom array...... In the midst of this conspiracy, deceit, and indiscriminate flowers, Fang Zhicheng ignited the prairie with a spark, rising step by step!
/book/ This is the link, you can copy it directly to go over and see! Chapter 1 Exploring the Flower Lang in the Bright Moon Building!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words, the first chapter of the Mingyue Building in the flower Lang!
In the seventh year of Da Zhao, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the citizens of Bianzhou City were surprised to see a skyfire meteor piercing the dark sky and exploding with a loud bang on the outskirts of the city. In the early morning of the next day, the city guard of Bianzhou took people out of the city to check...
months later.
Facing the faint morning light, the prosperity of Bianzhou City opens a new day's picture. The candles in the inns in the city have not been extinguished, the cries of the peddlers' pawns have gradually sounded, the people who have eaten morning tea meet each other to greet each other, the vegetable farmers with fresh vegetables are shouting, the blacksmith opens the door, and the cloth shop loads the goods...... In the noise proves the prosperity of the city, this is Bianzhou.
"Hey, have any of you heard? What kind of good poems did the Tanhualang in the Mingyue Tower make last night? ”
Someone suddenly asked in the Li Ji morning teahouse, and then it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and someone came to chat one after another.
"Yes, Brother Li, have you heard? That Tanhualang is amazing, I heard that one poem a day will never be repeated, and the first poem is regarded as a masterpiece! ”
"But no, I only recently learned from my lady's mouth, and now this Tanhualang is probably famous in Bianzhou."
"This has to ask Brother Wang, Brother Wang heard yesterday that he drank and wrote poems with a few friends in the Mingyue Building!"
"Ouch, drinking can still be reasonable, Brother Zicheng don't mention any more poetry, I didn't believe Brother Wenda's words, yesterday and a few friends wanted to go to Mingyue Tower to try it, who knew that Tanhualang's face could not be seen, there was already a good word hanging on the building of Mingyue Building, alas... I can't bear to say it! A young man in a soap-colored robe sighed repeatedly, his face still a little pale and haggard, it seemed that he must have woken up from a hangover last night and had just woken up for morning tea.
"There's really a new work! Brother Wang said it, let everyone present appreciate it. Known as Zicheng, the son-in-law in an apricot yellow costume coaxed and said.
"That's right, Wang Yun, just say it, so that those of us who don't have the money to enter Mingyue Tower have a long insight."
"Say..."
Several people who were in a hurry suddenly became interested, and they all encouraged the young man named Wang Yun to speak out.
"Then I'll just say it, listen, hum... Hmph...."Wang Yun moistened his throat, and then began to chant loudly: [Huanxi Sha], a new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. The small garden incense path wanders alone.
Quiet!
By the time Wang Yun finished chanting, the surroundings had fallen into absolute silence, and even the little two who ran the hall were frowning and thinking about it in their hearts!
"Wonderful!" Suddenly, someone slapped the table heavily, shaking the tea on the table and almost jumping out of the cup, which also broke the quiet atmosphere, "It's really talented." ”
"yes, what a word!"
"Good words,
(Tianjin)