It is the beginning of winter ice on the Qinhe River, the young man goes up the river with flowers, looking forward and looking for hope, the beautiful woman plays the piano silently on the side of the water, the sound of the piano reveals so many thoughts that want to talk to you, so melancholy and so wandering.

Since you are with Junqi, won't Yunhu come?

"Zuifenglou lost."

Lu Jing sighed while listening to the piano.

The inferior color/want to come up, the clothes are all washed out, wish could tell the world about the abundance of body, only the wild and vulgar people can enter it whole, and it is unspeakable. The medium ones are full of make-up and flamboyant clothes, and they pay attention to a luxurious and decadent, just like the gorgeous and demonic decorations. The superior ones are like the Zuifeng Pavilion, which comes out after a thousand calls, still holding a pipa and half covering their faces. At this time, the women are like the flowers that cannot be separated from them, each of which is pitiful and lovely.

And Qinlou is in a romantic relationship, which makes people look up to the mountains.

The word "emotion" starts with the word "emotion".

After having love, a geisha is no longer a flower in the dust, but a fleeting morning dew, the beauty of the sky falling to the world, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a "celestial girl". A piano, a beautiful woman who is stunning enough, who plucks the strings with her hands, awakens the most ignorant and youthful wandering reverie in the deepest hearts of all the dignitaries.

Therefore, everyone is young and everyone is Pan Lang.

At this time, the white marble platform has risen to the height where you can clearly see the appearance of the goddess in all the elegant rooms. Lu Jing, Zuo Yuesheng and monk Budu all stood up and walked to the door pretending to be inadvertent, but in fact they couldn't wait to stick their heads out to take a look The true face of Tiannv Lian.

They were a little embarrassed at first, for fear of appearing to be hungry, but then they took a closer look: Hey, the corridor of Qinlou was full of people early in the morning.

The three of them were relieved immediately, and they pretended to wave their fans and put their hands behind their backs and went to the corridor, leaning on the railing and looking down.

"Aren't you going out, son?"

Luo Yi embraced the pipa and summoned up the courage to ask the revenge Bodeng.

Qiu Bo Deng slowly drank the wine in the glass, propped his head, looked at her with half-down his eyelashes like crow feathers, and asked sincerely, "Why should I see it?"

"what?"

Luo Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"That's right, you don't need to go to see the son."

Tonight, most of the people who took Su Shaohua and posted them here came to see the number one beauty in the world... Luo Yi looked at the young man in red, and felt that if he really wanted to see beauty, he would rather look at the miserable white man outside. A woman, it is better to look in the mirror and take care of yourself.

Qiu Bodeng stopped answering and continued drinking slowly.

The lights are dim, and the eyes are red. Luo Yi, who was only happy, didn't realize that this beautiful young man seemed to be lying there, but he was already drunk. That is, Lu Jing and Zuo Yuesheng were all thinking about winning Bai Shao, the goddess, so they could go out and brag, but they didn't realize that he was drunk, otherwise they would definitely jump up and hurriedly pull people out of the restaurant.

Qiu Bodeng this guy, usually enough to provoke right and wrong, drunk...

That is not to provoke right and wrong, that is to directly poke a hole in the sky.

Chime after chime.

Every time a young master completes a "world-shattering masterpiece" with a splash of ink, the white-clothed maid hurriedly brings the poems placed in the red plate to the white marble stage. Although the poems made by the son are good or bad, as long as they can impress the goddess, they can carry out the "Twelve Questions of Plain Flowers", but the goddess can't really choose some crooked poems that don't have a donkey's head and a horse's mouth, otherwise they won't be able to convince the public. It's a small thing, but it's a big thing to break the elegance of the goddess.

Therefore, the masterpieces of the sons must be read one by one by the twelve servants of the goddess, and then eliminated one by one. As long as there is a masterpiece that can pass these twelve levels, a young servant in green will ring one of the bells, and the whole audience will be quiet for a while, and the master of the master will read the poem to the goddess in person.

Whether it can impress the goddess or not, being qualified to recite poetry in public in Qinlou is itself an affirmation of talent.

This is also a chance for some less talented monks to get ahead.

Qinlou Tiannv first received the post, and it was also a literati event.

The poems read, even if they can't impress the goddess, they can win the applause of the whole house, and they are still beautiful... But well, the so-called "literature has no first, martial arts has no second", but anyone with a little talent is unwilling to admit that his poems have been criticized. Others compare. The person chosen by the goddess, before passing the "Twelve Questions of Suhua", must first be criticized by other "talents".

The white-clothed attendants are full of people, like a group of cranes, and the poems are hung one after another.

Here, the bells are ringing continuously, and over there, Mei Niang quietly walked into a secluded secret pavilion along a long corridor.

Mei Niang used to be the goddess of Qinlou, and her gestures were so charming that even if she faced Zuo Liangshi, the pavilion master of Shanhai Pavilion, she could flirt with affection, but she changed instantly as soon as she stepped into this secret room. Those charms and flirtatiousness faded from her, and she changed from a brothel proprietress to a calm cultivator in a blink of an eye, with a kind of heroism quenched in the lines of her face.

"gentlemen."

She knelt down in front of a white paper screen and kowtowed respectfully.

"Have the four distinguished guests settled down?"

The person behind the screen asked, his voice was very gentle at first, and seemed to always have a little smile in it, but after listening for a long time, he would feel that the gentleness was as empty as a quiet moon, and even the smile was strange.

"Yes."

Mei Niang pressed her forehead tightly to the wooden floor.

No matter how many times she met this man who called himself "Mr. Xi", no matter how gentle his tone was and how friendly his attitude was, Mei Niang never dared to look up. As the original goddess, Mei Niang has met countless big people, but she did not make her so fearful, so fearful. No matter how high or cold other people's cultivation base is, they are still human beings. As long as they are human beings, they have various emotions and six desires, and playing with emotions/lusts is the forte of Fengchen women.

Mei Niang once boasted that she could play the world's men with applause, just like the legendary Yan Weiyu who first built Qinlou.