Chapter 104 Radiant

   "A certain person generally doesn't like to go to brothels, but just meet with the same robe, and it's not good if you don't go, it seems that you don't fit in with the group..." Jia Pingan was talking about his gentleman's personality to Cui Jian.

   "Jia Lang!"

  Just before reaching the door of Wuxiang Building, I heard enthusiastic and somewhat fat shouts, and then the meat ball rushed over.

   Damn it!

   Before Jia Pingan could react, he was rushed by the bustard.

   "This is..." Jia Pingan struggled, and smiled at Cui Jianqiang: "This is because she drank too much."

  Brother’s character design!

   "Jia Lang." The bustard took his arm and said angrily, "How long has it been since you came? Do you know that Yaxiang has lost weight for you. You are a heartless man."

  Bullshit!

   Jia Pingan broke away and tidied up his clothes.

   "Yaxiang!"

  The bustard raised her head and let out a cry, which really shook the whole field.

   Cui Jian blinked, "You are..."

   Jia Pingan smiled wryly and said, "They just wanted to write another poem."

   "Talented!" Cui Jian smiled, but felt that Master Jia, a handsome boy, had the potential to be a softie.

  Yaxiang came down in a hurry, and when she saw Jia Pingan, her eyes were red.

what does this mean?

  Jia Pingan felt that he and Yaxiang had a dewy relationship at all, and had never even been close. How could this relationship be so sincere?

  Yaxiang sat down with him, served him tea and food attentively...

  Others are red-sleeves, but Lao Jia is red-sleeves, which is interesting.

  Eating half full, Cui Jian was already entangled by Shao Peng and Tang Xu, who were drinking him.

   "Jia Lang." Yaxiang smiled coquettishly, "Winter Solstice from Shangyun Tower said yesterday that you fell in love with her."

   "Nonsense."

   Speaking of nonsense, Jia Pingan couldn't help but glance at Eunuch Shao.

  Yaxiang was weeping, and she lowered her head slightly, which made me feel pity.

  But Jia Pingan was drinking tea calmly.

   "Jia Lang."

   "A certain is not fake."

  Jia Ping'an ate too much to make fun of her.

  Women in the entertainment field are always greedy, and they have to look far away.

   Jia Ping'an smiled and waited for Yaxiang to ask for a poem, and then directly refused.

   But there must be a degree of pretense, so many poems... How can I finish writing in this lifetime? This made Jia Pingan very melancholy.

   "Jia Lang, the winter solstice is not complete." Yaxiang blushed, "I am, I am waiting for you."

wipe!

  Master Jia let out a shameful dry cough, "Someone is only fifteen."

  "There are married people in fifteen." Yaxiang leaned over her body, "I dare not be demanding, I just want...a place where someone thinks of me from time to time."

  You just said that you hope to have a bed?

  Yaxiang bit her red lips and whispered in her ear, "The day before yesterday someone came looking for slaves, spending a lot of money, wanting... wanting..."

what would you like?

   Jia Ping'an frowned, and Cui Jian over there was so pale that he toasted him.

hehe.

  Xiao Cui, hold on tight!

   "The man asked the slave... about your situation."

  Jia Ping'an only felt a chill on his back, and his hairs stood on end.

   "I don't know."

   "That man is so fierce, the woman he brought has long fingernails..."

   Jia Ping'an's eyes were full of smiles, and he said, "Someone has it!"

  Yaxiang never thought that he would write poems for herself again.

   "Don't! Don't!"

  Brother didn’t touch you, why don’t you do anything?

   Jia Ping'an was speechless.

Yaxiang covered her face with her hands, "I... I know that Jia Lang is smart, and I dare not say those deceitful things, but Jia Lang must know the unbearable feelings in my heart before, so I dare not ask Jia Lang to write poetry again... But Jia Lang..."

   She whimpered.

Why!

  Women, why are you so emotionally young?

  Yaxiang wiped away her tears, and the bustard had already arrived. Hearing that Master Jia was willing to compose poems for Yaxiang, she shouted, "Go and bring me my good wine."

   "There's no need for wine." Jia Ping'an was thinking about which poem would suit the occasion.

  Yaxiang clapped her hands, "Bring me the flute."

  With the flute in hand, elegant and fragrant, he said: "My family is in Gusu..."

  Gusu is now called Suzhou, but the locals still call it Gusu.

   "A few years ago, some eminent monks built Hanshan Temple. I once traveled outside the city with my family. I was dozing off when I heard the bell..."

  Yaxiang revealed the color of memory, "The bell rang one hundred and eight times, and the sound is unforgettable..."

   It is the hometown that cannot go back. It does not mean that people cannot go back, but that after they go back, they do not know what they want to find in their hometown. So I walked around, searching and reminiscing in a daze, only to realize in the end that what I wanted to pursue was only those childhood memories, and what I was reluctant to part with were those irretrievable times.

Why!

  Wen Qing is now! sister paper.

  Yaxiang looked up at Jia Ping'an, "Is it possible for Jia Lang to write a poem for the slave's hometown?"

   "Blowjob for someone."

  Yaxiang is not tempted when faced with a huge sum of money, and refuses to betray Master Jia. This deserves encouragement.

  The beauty stood upright, and the flute sounded sobbing.

  A man who drank a lot over there shouted: "Noisy!"

   "What poem?"

  The buddy was next to him, glaring.

   Companion scolded: "It's Jia Ping'an, why don't you shut up and stop making noise!"

   "some..."

  Partner throws a fist.

  Boom!

  The world is quiet.

  The buddy gave a thumbs up to his companion.

  Cui Jian narrowed his eyes, holding a wine glass but forgot to drink it.

  Shao Peng and Tang Xu sat side by side.

  Meng Liang put his arms around Qiao Yun, and stopped flattering the dog.

   Jia Ping'an lowered his head slightly, and tapped on the table with his fingers.

  The sound of the percussion and the sound of the flute fit seamlessly.

   He stood up suddenly.

  Here he comes, here he comes!

  Everyone held their breath. Some newcomers didn't know Master Jia's name, so they suppressed the movement and looked at Jia Pingan curiously.

  At this moment, in Yaxiang's eyes, the young man shines brightly.

   Jia Ping'an raised his head and met Yaxiang's joyful eyes.

   "The moon is setting, the sky is covered with black crows and frost is all over the sky, and Jiang Feng Yuhuo is facing Mianmian."

"good!"

   After a loud shout, everyone looked at it in a daze.

  A man couldn't help applauding, but now he regretted it, worrying about disturbing Jia Pingan's thinking, he hurriedly bowed his hands and apologized.

   "Bastard!" Tang Xu cursed, and then said: "Xiao Jia's poems are so **** good! They're so good!"

"shut up!"

   Cui Jian was delighted to hear the first two sentences, and wished he could hear the follow-up immediately. So he didn't care about his identity, so he scolded everyone directly.

  Everyone was quiet, Xiao Sheng continued to sob...

   Jia Pingan stood with his hands behind his back, and the madam looked fascinated.

   "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight... to the passenger ship."

  The sound of the flute whimpering... Gradually stopped.

  Is it too quiet?

   Jia Pingan felt something was wrong.

  Anyway, you shout!

   "Jia Lang!"

  Yaxiang suddenly rushed over.

  Don't do this!

  Jia Pingan didn't know the power of this poem, and it hit Yaxiang's heart, liver and lungs at once.

  Yaxiang hugged him tightly, "Jia Lang, I am willing to go to Jia's house as a slave and a handmaiden..."

   This is what I said when I drank too much.

  Datang's slaves are not considered human beings. Really, the more noble the family is, the less they treat slaves as human beings.

  So the words of Master Jia just went in one ear and out the other.

   "Good poem!"

  Cui Jian suddenly got up and rushed over.

  Yaxiang was taken aback by him, and Jia Pingan took the opportunity to get rid of her entanglement, but immediately regretted it.

   Cui Jian held his hand, excited without the restraint of Cui Shizi, "What a poem! Xiao Jia!"

   "This artistic conception, every sentence is inseparable from the word, depicting the scene, but let the scene enter the poem, the people and the scene combine, the scene enters the heart, it is so wonderful, so wonderful!"

  Cui Jian raised his head and squinted his eyes, "The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, Yuhuo... People in the boat are full of worries..."

  He glanced at Yaxiang.

  This woman was young and unfortunate, and finally fell into the field of joy. This melancholy...is just right.

"The bell of Hanshan Temple came suddenly, knocking away the melancholy, and the bright moonlight shone on the river and fell on the boat... There is also a sense of Zen, such a poem... Xiao Jia, how can you write such a poem?! "

   This is a famous article!

  Look at those prostitutes, all of them looked excited, the joy and honor of witnessing the birth of a famous novel made them cheer loudly.

   "Good poem!"

  The so-called masterpieces, even those who are new to literature and ink can produce extraordinary ones.

  The rough men of Baiqi raised their glasses and shouted, "Jia Wenshu, cheers!"

  Looking up, everyone in the lobby is holding up their glasses and inviting them to drink.

   "Jia Wenshu, cheers!"

  Yaxiang brought a glass of wine and said in a low voice, "Jia Lang is so dedicated to being a slave, and a slave is Jia Lang...he will die without complaint."

   Damn it!

  Jia Pingan's biggest headache was what the woman said about dying.

  He raised his glass and drank it down.

  A Baiqi came in, leaned over and said something to Tang Xu, but his eyes were on Jia Pingan.

   Tang Xu's expression remained unchanged, and he even poured a glass of Shaopeng, and then waved: "Xiao Jia, come, let's have a drink."

  Jia Pingan went over with an empty wine glass, and Tang Xu whispered before and after, "I found the traces of those people, they are just outside, I don't know why."

  Those people refer to people in a small circle.

  It must be for Yaxiang.

   Jia Ping'an knew that he had sabotaged the small circle's several schemes, so he must have been brought into the sight of some people. To kill him, no one would dare, otherwise the emperor would roar and no one would be able to stop him.

  Yaxiang and the old bustard created momentum, which made many people think that Yaxiang was forbidden by him, Jia, so these people first saluted and then fought...

   If you don’t want money, do you want a knife?

   Jia Ping'an whispered: "Captain, how many brothers will you bring to play with them tonight?"

   Tang Xu looked at him, "Be careful."

  (end of this chapter)