"I usually don't like to go to brothels, but I just make an appointment with my fellow comrades. It's not good not to go, and it seems unsociable..." Jia Ping'an was telling Cui Jian about his gentleman character.

"Jia Lang!"

As soon as I arrived outside the door of Wuxiang Tower, I heard a warm and fat shout, and then the meat ball rushed over.

Damn it!

Before Jia Ping'an could react, he was rushed by the madam.

"This is..." Jia Ping'an struggled hard, and smiled at Cui Jianqiang: "This is drinking too much, she drinks too much."

My brother’s character!

"Jia Lang." The madam held him and said angrily: "How long has it been since you came? Do you know that Yaxiang has lost a lot of weight for you. A heartless unscrupulous man."

Nonsense!

Jia Ping'an broke away and tidied up his clothes.

"Ya Xiang!"

The madam raised her head and shouted, which was really shocking.

Cui Jian blinked, "You are..."

Jia Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "They just want to write another poem."

"Talented!" Cui Jian smiled, but felt that Master Jia, a young man, had the potential to be a soft-hearted person.

Yaxiang hurried down and saw Jia Ping'an, her eyes turned red.

What does this mean?

Jia Ping'an felt that she and Yaxiang were all in a dewy relationship and had never even been close to each other. Why was this relationship so sincere?

Yaxiang sat down with him, served him diligently and drank tea and ate...

Others add red sleeves to the fragrance, while old Jia adds to the rice, which is also interesting.

After eating half full, Cui Jian was already entangled by Shao Peng and Tang Xu, and the two were filling him with wine.

"Jia Lang." Yaxiang smiled cleverly, "The winter solstice that went up to the cloud tower said yesterday that you fell in love with her."

“Nonsense.”

Speaking of nonsense, Jia Ping'an couldn't help but look at Eunuch Shao.

Yaxiang sobbed and lowered her head slightly, I felt pity for her.

But Jia Ping'an was drinking tea calmly.

"Jia Lang."

"Something is true."

Jia Ping'an was having too much food and was funny to her.

Women in the fun are always greedy and look forward to the future.

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

But you have to have a degree of pretending to compare. So many poems... How can you finish this life? This made Jia Ping'an very melancholy.

"Jia Lang, the Winter Solstice is not perfect." Yaxiang's cheeks flushed, "I'm, I...wait for you."

wipe!

Master Jia coughed shamefully, "I'm only fifteen."

"There are all marriages in the fifteenth century." Yaxiang leaned over, "I dare not ask for it, I just want... There is a place where someone thinks of me from time to time."

You just want to have a bed?

Yaxiang bit her red lips and said with her ears: "The day before yesterday someone came to look for a slave, and she spent a lot of money, want... want..."

what would you like?

Jia Ping'an frowned, Cui Jian on the other side had a pale face and raised his glass to him.

hehe.

Xiao Cui, stay calm!

"That person asked me... what happened to you."

Jia Ping'an felt a chill on his back and his hair stood up.

"I said I don't know."

"That man is so fierce. The woman he brought with him has long nails..."

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

Yaka didn't expect that he would write poems for herself again.

"No! No!"

I didn't touch you, why don't you?

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 things that coax people, but Jia Lang must know that I felt bad in my past, so I dare not ask Jia Lang to write poems again... But Jia Lang..."

She started to whimper.

Why!

Why do women have to be so emotional and literary?

Yaxiang wiped her tears. The madam had already arrived. When she heard that Master Jia was willing to write a poem for Yaxiang, she shouted: "Go and bring my good wine."

"There is no need to drink." Jia Ping'an was thinking about which poem was suitable for the situation.

Yaxiang clapped her hands and said, "Take the flute."

With the flute in hand, Yaxiang blessed her body, and then said, "I'm in Gusu..."

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

"A few years ago, a monk built Hanshan Temple. I once went out with my family to travel outside the city. I was dozing off, but I heard the bells..."

Yaxiang's face showed a look of memories, "The bell rings one hundred and eight times, and the sounds make the slave unforgettable..."

What I can't go back is my hometown, not that people can't go back, but that after people go back, they don't know what they want to look for in their hometown. So they walk around and discover and recall them in a daze. Finally, they are shocked to find that what they want to pursue is the memories of their childhood, and what they are reluctant to leave is the time that cannot be recovered.

Why!

He is so literary! Girl.

Yaxiang looked up at Jia Ping'an, "Can Jia Lang write a poem for his slave's hometown?"

"Play the flute for someone."

Yaxiang was not moved by the huge amount of money and refused to betray Master Jia. This is worth encouraging.

The beauty stands tall and sobbs with the sound of the flute.

A man who drank too much over there shouted, "Noisy!"

"What poem do you do?"

The guy was right next to him, glaring at him.

The companion scolded: "It's Jia Ping'an, shut up, don't make a noise!"

"certain……"

Companions punch.

Bang!

The world is quiet.

The guy gave a thumbs up at his companion.

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

Shao Peng and Tang Xu sat side by side.

Meng Liang hugged Qiaoyun and stopped licking the dog's flattery.

Jia Ping'an lowered his head slightly and bent his fingers to knock on the table.

The sound of knocking and the sound of flute are perfectly matched.

He suddenly stood up.

Come here, come here, he comes!

Everyone held their breath, and some newcomers didn't know the name of Master Jia, so they suppressed the movement and looked at Jia Ping'an curiously.

At this moment, in Yaxiang's eyes, the boy shone brightly.

Jia Ping'an looked up and met Yaxiang's happy gaze.
To be continued...