Chapter 129: Life is not drunk in front of flowers, but life is also dumbfounded when flowers laugh!

If Wu Yujun has the same good ability, no matter how late he was outside the day before, he would be able to get up on time the next morning, and he would still be able to keep his energy in good spirits when he was about to do business. Of course, this was only a few hours in the morning. After the sun rose and approached the middle of the sky, this guy completely withered.

Although it was in Jiangnan, the early winter morning was still cold. The wind blob wrapped around his body, Tang Chengde'er rode his horse to Xue Dong's residence in Yangzhou. Wu Yujun, who had just left and had bloodshot eyes, was walking with him.

It was too late for Xue Dong to send someone to the famous sage yesterday. At that time, Tang Cheng was taking a bath in the pool of Durah's house and didn't go there, so he changed it to this morning.

"Acheng, look, that house with a dome is the Yangzhou Zoroastrian Temple you just asked about." Wu Yujun raised his horse whip and pointed to a building on the side of the road, and said with a wicked smile: "Acheng, look to the left, do you remember? Last time, the dead man Zhou Lirong was there when he first invited us. This yard area is Pingkangfang in Yangzhou. Hehe, Persian Hu is really interesting. Our Buddhist temples and Taoist temples are always far away from brothels, the better. They are better, and there is no way to avoid a wall."

The cities in the Tang Dynasty advocated centralized management, and the most typical representative was Chang'an. The largest markets were concentrated together, and even brothels were placed in the same yard area. Therefore, Pingkangfang, where more than 50,000 prostitutes gathered in Chang'an City, became the most famous fireworks place in the world. Yangzhou generally followed Chang'an in urban planning. The yard area where the Happy Building is located is the red light district in Yangzhou.

Tang Cheng looked along the point where Wu Yujun's horse whip pointed, and he saw that there was a house next to Kuaihuo Loufang District. The architectural style of this house was different from that of the surrounding areas. It was neither like the Islamic style he saw on TV in later generations, nor was it purely an ancient Roman style, but like a mixture of these two architectural styles.

After looking at it, they didn't stop much. The two rode their horses straight towards Xue Dong's residence not far away.

I went there early. I stayed at Xue Dong for a short time.

When the two came out of Xue Dong's mansion, Wu Yujun even cursed and resentful, "Damn it, who do you think this turtle son thinks he is? He ran to Yangzhou to assassinate the uncle, half of it! He really opened his mouth, turtle son! Go and eat the feces."

Although Tang Cheng did not scold him, his face was so heavy that it could drip out of water. Xue Dong was no longer a fucking thing. He sent someone to the famous sect. When the two of them came to visit early in the morning, the guy was drunk and drunk all night and was caught in Gao Wa, not even taking a look at him, and only sent a butler to speak.

That's fine. The so-called feathers of a feather flock together is indeed true. The butler is as arrogant as 20,000 to 50,000, and he spoke with a slight "Mandarin" and said, and he was like that. My son was in the Yulin Army and the princess. After showing off, this guy didn't show any thorny mouth at all and wanted half of the tung oil. His tone was like instructing the servants. Obviously, Tang Cheng and the others who had "low identity" looked at him, and they opened their mouths and showed a gesture that they wanted to force the car to eat horses.

"What's wrong with the Yulin Personal Guard? Such a disaster is one or two thousand in Chang'an City. The lieutenant, who has a great bird shit, is also embarrassed to show off. I'm not that I haven't been to Chang'an. I don't know how the people in Chang'an City scolded them for this group of disasters. I'm the god of his ancestors." After cursing here, Wu Yujun turned his face and said, "Acheng, what should I do about this?"

"Cold! There will always be times when this birdman is defeated," Tang Cheng sneered, "Old Wu. I heard that Xue Niaoren is obsessed with the new courtesan of Happy House?"

"Yes, this bird man is not only obsessed with, but he is almost mad. If it weren't for the strong foundation of the Kuaihuo Tower, this guy would have pounced on the Overlord and forced himself to the bow. He didn't look at him like that. If he had no talent or appearance, would Miss Qizhi look down on him? Sneer!"

"What kind of person is Qizhi?"

"The best". When it comes to Qizhi, Wu Yujun, who was still full of resentment just now, his eyes suddenly shone, "This little girl can't say it. Anyway, men will lose their souls when they see him. I'm a damn person. I don't know if Fatty Prince of Happy Lou found such a top-notch guy from there, and he is still a gentleman!" As he said that, Wu Yujun wanted to drool.

Seeing Wu Yujun's nerd look, Tang Cheng tactfully asked, "You go back first, I'll walk to Shugang." After that, Tang Cheng suddenly squeezed his horse's belly and headed straight towards Zheng Mansion.

When he came out of Zheng's Mansion after lunch, there were three more horse-riding followers behind Tang Cheng. These three were all distant tribes who Zheng Lingyi brought from Chang'an in case of emergency. The Tang people were very good at going to the point of being in the right place, so these three were also easy to call them Zheng Wu, Zheng Qi, and Zheng Jiu.

Looking up at the sky, Tang Cheng gave a few instructions to Zheng Wu, the head of the three, and then turned the reins of the horse and came straight towards the Happy Tower.

After a night of noise and the silence of the morning, the Happy Tower, which had just passed noon, was just awakening, and even the Turtle Man who was guarding the door was a little listless.

"This little husband is too impatient." When Turtle Duke Wei Yue saw Tang Cheng who had gotten off the horse at the door, he snickered in his heart and greeted him, "Young Master, are you going to be in a circumference? Do you want to listen to the song or call a girl?"

"I want to meet Miss Qizhi." Tang Cheng's words made Wei Yue's smile swallow half of the smile on his face, "I still want to meet Miss Qizhi."

Gui Gong was scolding intently, but he still tried hard to make a smile on his face, "Young master doesn't know anything, this Seven Weaver Girl..."

At this moment, a surprise voice sounded in the door of the building and said, "Acheng, are you here to find me?" As the person came, Guan Guan, who was taking a close maid to visit the fragrant powder shop, walked out of the door with a smile, "Why did you arrive in Yangzhou? It's a short time. If you knew you were coming, you would be together that day."

"I also had a temporary idea," Tang Cheng smiled and greeted him, "But you, I didn't know when you left, but I just came home and listened to Yingwan's words."

"It's all right to give me Yingwan, it's not good to always delay your business. Let's go and talk in the building!" Guan Guan, who had a smile on his face, turned around and ordered the Turtle Lord: "Wei Yue, please tell me about the water room and give me the best stone flower in the room. This day, I'm very cold. There are two cups of three pulp juice."

Who is this person? He also wants to drink Mengding Shihua and Sanleju. This is the best thing in tea wine! The Turtle Duke Wei Yue muttered in his heart, but nodded with a smile on his face. Who made Guan Guan popular now? There are so many aunts in the Kuaihuo Building, and there are only eight people who can live on the third floor. These aunts must be polite even if the Madam Master and the boss meet.

When he walked past Wei Yue, Tang Cheng handed over a ticket of two cents. This was the rule. He didn't care. He couldn't let this turtle man underestimate Guan Guan.

After looking at the flying ticket in his hand, Gui Gong Wei Yue's smile finally became a little real, "The stairs have just been tidied up, and they are a little slippery. Be careful of your feet!"

"When I was in Jinzhou, I was fully entertained by my brothers and sisters. Acheng, don't be polite. Some friends are so polite." Guan Guan saw Tang Cheng's smile and smiled very crisply. After sitting down on the third floor, he asked, "Acheng, what's wrong with me today."

Seeing that Guan Guan was like this, Tang Cheng didn't say anything polite and said directly: "I want to see Miss Qizhi."

"You want to see Qizhi?" Guan Guan was stunned at first, and when he smiled, he had a few self-harm on his face, "How could it be, Acheng, you also came to admire his bright colors?"

"There are always curious," Tang Cheng took the Mengding stone flower sent by the girl and blew the tea on it and said, "But it's just curious, mainly because he has something to see if he can ask her for help."

"This girl is now red and purple, so it's not easy to see her. It's even harder to ask her for help." After hearing this, Guan Guan's face felt relieved.

"Just try, it's fine if it doesn't work." After all, it's such an important thing. Tang Cheng would not place his capital on a prostitute who had never met before. Zheng Wu and his friends had made other preparations according to his arrangement.

"Okay, it's good that you have this idea." Guan Guan was very well-behaved in the brothel. He didn't ask what was going on, "I went upstairs to see if this girl got up. Finally, she still has some friendship with her, so it would be fine if she met just."

Guan Guan went out. Tang Cheng stood up and walked to the window to look at the street view outside. After lowering his head and noticing the words on the desk beside the window.

The green mountains are faintly drifting, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. These fourteen words are written on a piece of rice paper that spreads out. As for the blank space behind it, it is obviously a poem that has not yet been completed.

Seeing these two lines of poetry, Tang Cheng naturally remembered that bright moon night, the Guanguan, Zheng Lingyi under the bright moon night, and the Yangzhou style in that night.

After leaning over and picking up the pen, Tang Cheng dipped it in thick ink in the inkstone, he continued to write on the blank rice paper and made up the last two sentences.

Since the eight-point regular script of Zhongshu had become similar in shape, Tang Cheng has been following the guidance of Master Yan these days, continuing to practice Zhongshu. He gradually gained some experience in the similarity of the spirit. This time, he suddenly had the meaning of writing with his pen, and was purely inspired by the meaning. Although the last two fourteen words are still rigorous eight-point regular script in terms of skeleton composition, when he finished the pen and looked at the overall situation, he could see a bit of flying and lively elegance under the strict rules.

Articles are natural, and they are obtained by hand by hand. Not only articles, but also by calligraphy. Tang Chengshi didn't expect that he would be able to express such a satisfactory expression when he picked up his pen. When he looked down, he felt a bit complacent.

"Good words, good poems!".

"Guan Guan is over-reputable." After answering a word, Tang Chengcai realized something was wrong. The man's voice was not Guan Guan at all. When he turned his head, he felt his eyes suddenly lit up, so that he paused for a while before speaking, "Miss Qizhi?"

There are always some people in this world who are unique, such as Qizhi in front of you. In a simple sentence, she is too beautiful, and she is so beautiful that she is dazzling. There are many kinds of beauty in women, either dignified, pure, etc., and Qizhi's biggest, or only characteristic is charming, which is an indescribable feeling. If we follow the standards of the Internet in later generations, she is a typical, truly a terrifying beauty.

After seeing herself, Tang Cheng understood why she became the top player in Kuaihuo Tower, which was really not surprising at all.

Qizhi nodded and raised his eyebrows and smiled. The agile and charming style became even more attractive. "Are you the unfaithful person who recited this poem on the twenty-four bridge?"

This made Tang Cheng unable to answer. He smiled. He put down his pen and turned around and took a few steps back to the brocade stool just now.

A woman who is too beautiful will bring a sense of oppression to people who are close to her, and Tang Cheng doesn't like this feeling of oppression very much.

Seeing Tang Cheng retreating, Guan Guan, who followed in, pursed his lips and smiled, raised his eyebrows and threw a teasing look at Qizhi.

Tang Cheng didn't notice this. After turning around and sitting down, he closed his smile and said seriously, "I heard that Xu Duwei from Beijing is very impressed by the girl?"

"Why, what did you ask me for help have something to do with him? I want to go through his door?" Qizhi did not hide her disdain, "It's a pity that poem." She said, "I was going out, but was pulled by Guan Guan who was standing on the side. "Sister Qizhi, Acheng didn't say he wanted to go through his door. You always have to let people finish their words."

This little girl was purely spoiled. Tang Cheng was disappointed when she saw her like this. It seemed that this trick would not be useful. Because of this idea, Tang Cheng's speech was indifferent, "It's related to Xu Duwei, but it's not about going to the door. It would be fine if the girl didn't want to."

"Look, I'll just say it." Guan Guan persuaded Qizhi, and threw a wink at Tang Cheng, blaming him for being too disrespectful to speak. After all, he is the top Agu who is so popular in Kuaihuolou. It's unusual.

"Okay, if you want me to help you, you can exchange the poem." Since the official selection of the brand, Qizhi has been coaxed and offered sacrifices every day, and has never been neglected by Tang Cheng. "I want to use this poem at the next spring flower party. If you can satisfy me, I will help you, and none of us owe anyone." At the end, Qizhi was obviously angry.

From later generations, Tang Cheng did not like the self-righteous willful woman who was not liked by Guan’s appearance, but did not like it. Because he did not say a few good words to coax as Guan Guan signaled, he used her temperament. Maybe he would coax himself. Instead, she would be looked down upon by her. Isn’t this a shameless person?

Tang Cheng likes a lot of things, but never includes being mean.

Tang Cheng nodded and answered only two words, "justice".

Seeing that the two of them were like this, Guan Guan simply stopped persuading him, and just treated the right to drum in the face to face as a transaction. At that time, the place of the brothel women sang poems, and it was hard to find good poems, and it was difficult to find good poems, but if they really could find a good poem that suited them, they could become famous in the past ten months like Guan Guan. Most prostitutes sang famous songs on weekdays, and if you sang, they would not be special even if you sang them. Often at a specific time, such as fighting songs, they would spend a lot of money to find famous local literati to make new voices. From this point of view, Qizhi made the request to di, which was a transaction with Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng stood up and moved his wrists to walk towards the desk, and asked, "What poem do the girl wants? There must be a limit on the content, and it must be explained clearly whether it is Yuefu, regulated verse, or quatrain, or quatrain, or songs."

Have you ever seen someone like Tang Cheng since his debut? He didn't even think of him when he was angry. "I like Liu Tingzhi's "The Pale-Headed Man" the most, you follow this."

"The song style of falling flowers and rising! Good", Tang Cheng, who walked to the desk, opened all the windows in front of him, while looking at the prosperity of Yangzhou outside, his mind was striking.

"Sister, is it really his chanting that song "The green mountains are faintly distant?" Qizhi's bulging voice came from behind.

Seeing Qizhi's angry look, Guan Guan was inexplicably happy. It was not for the title of the top brand, but because Qizhi's beauty actually made Guan Guan, who is also a woman, feel jealous. "Isn't it him? Can my sister still fool you with this? Even if you want to fool you?"

"I don't look like it, whether it is the present or the book is written in the ground, who is not as gentle as jade as a talented poet? Just him...hum!"

When Guan Guan heard this, he was about to speak, when he saw Tang Cheng next to the window suddenly turned his head, "Is this what you want to use at the next spring flower party?"

"Yes, why, no!" Qiori replied as if he had taken a gun medicine.

Tang Cheng ignored her when he heard this. After confirming, he wrote quickly at the desk. After a while, he got up and put on his pen and ink, "Okay."

"So quickly, I'm fooling around!" As Qizhi walked, he deliberately recited the first few sentences of "Daily Sorrowful White-Headed Old Man", "Whose peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City flew around? Luoyang's daughter cherished the color and sighed when she sat down. This year the color of the flowers fell, and who will be there next year?" The potential meaning is to remind Tang Cheng how high her standards are.

She was furious, and the curious Guan Guan was much faster than her. When Qizhi wanted to recite it down, Guan Guan's voice came from over there, "Sister, if you don't want this song, sister, I'll put it away."

Listening to Guan Guan’s speech wrong, Qizhi also accepted the poem. He walked a few steps to the desk and looked down. On the white rice paper, he wrote a seven-character song "Song of Drinking Under Flowers" with a seven-character song.

While she was watching, Guan Guan, who was still unsatisfied after watching it, sang in a low voice in a tune:

The ninety-year-old spring light throws the shuttle, drinks wine and sings in front of the flowers; how many days can the flowers bloom on the branches? How much life can be in the world?

Flowers are better than today, and flowers are better today, and flowers are falling into autumn grass; flowers are the ones before the flowers are last year, and people are older than this year.

Another branch of flowers blooms today. Let’s see who they are tomorrow? Will the flowers bloom today? Who knows today?

There are many winds and rains in the weather, and there are many conflicts in the situation; there are many people and things in the weather, so don’t let the spring light go?

Good flowers are hard to plant and not bloom, and young people are prone to grow old and not come back again; life is not drunk in front of flowers, and life is also dull!

The same seven-character songs; the same "seeing flowers to rise" technique; the same writing is difficult to flourish and youth is fleeting; the same language is clear and the same without allusions. This song "Song of Drinking Under Flowers" is so similar to the "Sad Bai-Headed Old Man" that Qizhi just chanted just now. Although this song does not have the famous line "The flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year", it is fortunately not the sadness and depression of "I look at the singing and dancing places in ancient times, but I look at the sadness of birds at dusk".

What a lively place in the Yangzhou Flower Club. It is naturally inappropriate to sing the sadness of the birds in such a lively occasion. Tang Cheng’s poem is good at the ending “If you don’t get drunk in front of the flowers, you will be stunned when you smile.” Facing the flowing light that is very easy to throw away people, drink in front of the flowers and have fun in time, but is there any poem that is more in line with the theme of the brothel than such a poem?

Whether in terms of requirements, personal hobbies, or themes, this song is simply tailor-made for Qiori. Even if she wants to say something bad, she is really indecent.

After standing quietly in front of the desk for a long time, even after reading it word by word, Qizhi reached out and carefully wrapped up the poem that had dried ink, "Sister Guan Guan, you have to keep it confidential for me."
Chapter completed!