As the saying goes, if you drink a friend, you can drink a thousand cups of wine, and if you don’t talk too much, you can say a lot.

As the three good young people of socialism who grew up under the Red Banner, Gu Nan and Zhao Yiren, the powerful asset-maker under the feudal system, had nothing to say.

The two sat at the same table drinking, talking none of them.

But I don’t know why Zhao Yiren seems to be very interested and always takes the initiative to raise topics.

Just as Gu Nan was thinking about whether he wanted to find an excuse to retreat first, the crowd not far away made a stir.

"Huaxian, Huaxian girl is here."

"Where? Let's take a look."

“Where, where?”

People shouted, Gu Nan held the wine glass, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted to him. From a distance, he saw a woman walking up to the tower.

Wearing a silk dress, the hem of the skirt swayed with her steps, like a lotus leaf moving slightly in the wind. There were not many accessories on her head, just a simple hair accessories, tied with her hair. The soft black hair hung on her half-exposed snow-white shoulders, with an inexplicable charm.

I looked at her face carefully, but I couldn't see clearly because I was carrying this tulle.

I only saw a pair of eyes, and those eyes were as charming as silk. I just glanced at the people in the building, which made people feel entangled.

There is a tear mole under the left eye, but it highlights her charm more vividly.

"What a nice view."

Zhao Yiren, who was sitting next to Gu Nan, murmured in a daze.

Gu Nan woke up and found that everyone in the hall was looking at the figures on the platform, and no one said something extra.

In the Dongzhan Building, for a moment, she poured a glass of wine, and the sound of the wine pot and the wine glass colliding was extremely obvious.

The girl on the platform smiled softly, but the small voice was heard very clearly while the audience was quiet.

"The little girl didn't know the depth and based on her own preferences, she had to hold a poetry meeting. She was humble and had no reputation. She had to be in this place of flowers and willows. She only wanted a few guests to read poetry and prose together, but she didn't expect that the guests were full of guests. I was very happy, so I would like to thank you in advance."

"Don't be polite to paint fairy girl. The Dongzhanlou Poetry Festival is a great joy in Xianyang. It's my wish that I will come here to support you, so why do you need to thank me?"

"That's right, let alone the beauty who was invited by a fairy girl, how could we not be able to do it?"

"Hahaha."

"Don't be despised by the fairy girl. If you are a slutty person, what are we?"

The guests in the hall responded to Huaxian's words, which was noisy for a while, and it took a long time to calm down.

Gu Nan held the wine bottle and looked at the high platform.

She had excellent eyesight, but she could see the expression of the fairy-painted girl from a distance of more than ten meters.

I saw Huaxian chuckling with her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes.

Gu Nan saw it very clearly. His eyes were very charming, but he had no spirit at all, and he was silent.

She spoke, her voice still had a charming tone. If she listened carefully, she could still hear some coolness.

It is hard to imagine that two completely opposite expressions and tones will appear on one person at the same time.

"Don't joke, the little woman is a family in trouble. She is a servant here, so why isn't she a shameful person?"

After saying that, Huaxian seemed to pursed her lips and continued to speak after a long time.

"Today, in addition to the poetry meeting, the little girl also hopes to find a young man who is happy, so she handed her body..."

After saying that, Hua Xian Yingying bowed and turned around and left.

boom!

The Huaxian had left, but the atmosphere in the hall was like a drop of hot oil dripping into the boiling water and exploded.

"My mother, how will I sign up for this poem? I'm the one!"

"And I, and I, I will tell you that no one will compete with me today!"

"I think I still have some poetic talents. Since ancient times, talented men and beautiful women, old mother, please be me."

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The registration sounds were heard one after another, and the madam in the hall was so busy that she couldn't stop.

She prideedly twisted her bloated figure and called out: "Today is the big day for the fairy girl to paint. Naturally, this is not the same as before. This one is a hundred gold per house, and this two hundred gold can give you a poem."

“This is natural!”

Those who can come here are naturally rich and noble families. This little money is really nothing to them, and they all have their pockets unpacked.

But Gu Nan watched deeply as the girl named Huaxian left.

Immortal painting is not just an immortal in the painting. No matter how it is, it is just a painting without its own destiny.

There is nothing good about this brothel.

After silently drinking the wine in his hand, he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, he was caught.

"Brother Gu, do you know poetry and prose?" Zhao Yiren grabbed Gu Nan's hand and asked in a very interesting way.

The softness of his purchase made him slightly stunned.

Gu Nan was pulled by Zhao Yiren, but he couldn't see him speak for a long time.

He pulled out his hand with a dark face: "I am just a rough man, what kind of poetry can I do?"

Zhao Yiren looked at Gu Nan blankly and shook his empty hand.

Why is Brother Gu holding his hands more comfortable than ordinary women?

But he soon came back to his senses and squeezed his eyes at Gu Nan.

"Brother, you have no idea about the fairy girl. Why not sign up for me like this? What about you? Let me accompany you here to see the fun, how about it?"

He finally left the palace once. This person was so boring that he could always be much more lively when he got along.

Looking at Zhao Yiren who was a little hospitable in front of him.

A strange look appeared on Gu Nan's face.

This guy is not a glass, right?

Thinking of it, he looked at Zhao Yiren carefully. He was dressed very well and must be a noble child.

I heard that this family of officials all have some strange habits. Isn’t it really a rumor?

Thinking of this, Gu Nan shivered all over and quickly shook his thoughts away.

Although he maliciously arranged the other party, after all, Gu Nan was embarrassed to give others a favorable invitation.

I am idle too.

Gu Nan did it again: "Then let's say it first, you can pack the wine."

"As soon as he came." Zhao Yiren was also quite ready and waved his hand immediately: "My mother will have two more pots of wine, and by the way, help me and the brother around me sign up."

The season of snow in November and February.

The street outside the Dongzhan Tower was half white, with cold winds flying, and several poor beggars were begging on the streets in tattered clothes.

In the Dongzhan Building, there is a Biyu Hall. The building is burning, which is as warm as spring. Even if you only wear a single dress, it will not be cold.

People drink small wine, talk about four seats, talk about the poems, songs, and picturesque beauty.

Behind the hall is a small pavilion, covered with white gauze, and the people inside cannot be seen clearly, but she is the focus of everyone's attention.

At this time, Di Huaxian was sitting in the pavilion wither. The charming smile on her face had already receded. She was not as charming as before the hall, and she was filled with a cold and indifferent look.

I thought I could defend myself with my own little color, but the woman who came here could not escape the goods.

I remember what my mother said to her today.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Huaxian's mouth.

She was already in a state of despair, so what if she just found someone?
Chapter completed!