Going up the clouds, the music is endless.

The Winter Solstice stands in the middle of the lobby, wearing a blue tight skirt, revealing its water-snake-like waist.

The piano player squinted his eyes and outlined a high note. The winter solstice raised his head slightly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and opened his mouth...

"A tree of red peaches is blowing through the pond, and bamboo covers the pine shade when it blooms late."

The singing was melodious, making the guests unable to help but beautify them.

"It is not because of the setting sun, but because of the slanting sun, how can you know if it is not because of the idle person?"

The corners of the mouth of the winter solstice are slightly raised.

What is a famous prostitute?

In this era of literary style, someone wrote a famous article for you, and this is a famous prostitute, otherwise you would be just a toy.

The strength of the Winter Solstice lies in her own knowledge, but men eat the bad seeds in the pot. Whenever they grow old and lose their lust, they will naturally become dust.

But it’s different to have a famous poem. When people mention this poem, they will mention the author and her beneficiary.

"There are easy schools for the cold land, but the poor adopted daughters are often too late to marry."

The guests shook their heads and sighed.

"Good poem!"

"This poem reminds me of spring, the peach blossoms bloom all over the mountains and fields, burning... burning!"

A middle-aged man suddenly burst into tears, "I remembered the woman under the peach blossoms that year, and I missed her!"

"Stop!" The man cried and disturbed everyone's listening to the song, and someone glared at him.

"The Winter Solstice is crying." Some people were surprised to find that the Winter Solstice was sobbing that they could not sing down.

The man who had cried before wiped away his tears and sighed: "It is easy to leave school in cold places, but it is often too late for poor daughters to marry. The Winter Solstice is from a poor family, and it is difficult for poor families to marry daughters, so he is even a prostitute. This poem is simply tailor-made for her, how can you not cry?"

Everyone nodded, "That man is a talent!"

"It is said that he did it casually, but I don't know who there is such a talented person in Chang'an City."

"Who made it?"

This question is wandering around everyone's mind.

The winter solstice sniffed, took a deep breath, and sang: "Who would pity the deep spring fall? Jia Wenshu will pick a branch."

She was blessed and everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Jia Wenshu...who?" Someone was confused.

The crying man was stunned for a moment and slapped his thigh, "Jia Wenshu, is the broom star of Bai Qi?"

After this poem, the value of the Winter Solstice was different. She was blessed again, "It was Jia Langjun, but I didn't know what kind of broom star he was, but I only knew that he was my lucky star and benefactor, and I was called the tiger of hundreds of riders."

Everyone was stunned.

"Then Jia Ping'an actually has such a poetic talent?"

"He wrote the Hongdou, and Na Yaxiang has become famous with this poem."

The crying man patted his thigh again, "Why don't such a talented person have sex with someone? I'm so happy when I talk to him in bed and night!"

The companion sitting next to him pointed at his thigh, "Would you like to pat your own?"

The crying man was shocked and patted his thigh for the third time, "Ao..."

...

In Wuxiang Tower, Yaxiang was lying on the bed, listening to the maid chanting...

"There are no more abundant schools in the cold land, but the poor adopted daughters are often too late to marry. If you want to fall in spring, who will pity? Jia Wenshu will make a piece of cake."

When Yaxiang heard this, she felt her chest sore.

"I am willing to break a branch with my heart, but he refuses to break my flower."

Yaxiang turned over, her hips trembled.

She held her cheek with both hands, and the sadness in her eyes became more and more.

The maid was also very worried, "The Winter Solstice is said to be very sexy! Men like it. My wife, it's not that I say you, women are not sexy, men are not in high spirits... They all say they should be sexy."

"Slut..." Yaxiang lay on the brocade quilt, venting for a while, then looked up, "But I just want to be sexy to him..."

...

Jia Ping'an was wandering around Chang'an City, not because he was idle, but because he was worried that he would be retaliated.

He wandered around half of Chang'an City and bought some miscellaneous items along the way. Because he was not a high-ranking official, he met several people from the Jinwu Guard on the way, and thought they didn't see it.

"What's the point of being a high-ranking official? You can't go out to buy things, you can't eat on the road, and you can't be impeached if you see it."

Jia Ping'an really doesn't understand the starting point of this rule. Do you think it's discrimination against businessmen? So eating on the road has nothing to do with businessmen?

If you are a high-ranking official, you will be late in the morning and are in a hurry to rush to the unit, but what should you do if you are hungry? Sorry, unless you bring food from home, you will be hungry until noon. Anyone who dares to buy things on the road or eat on the road will be impeached and not explained.

After walking along the way, Jia Ping'an didn't find the follower and couldn't help feeling secretly.

When he saw the Zhuque Gate, Jia Ping'an also saw the familiar carriage, which was parked arrogantly on the side of the gate, but this time there was no shock.

What is that crazy woman Gao Yang doing?

Jia Ping'an looked straight and walked in with his forehead tofu in his heart.

"Jia Lang...jun."

This gentle voice almost scared Jia Ping'an.

Is this Gao Yang?

He decided not to pay attention.

puff!

Someone jumped out of the car and then walked quickly.

Sister, this is outside the imperial city. Is it good to be shameless?

Jia Ping'an was worried that she would pull her ugly, so he stopped and turned around and smiled...

“Huh…”

I'll go.

The one who chased him turned out to be a man, but after a closer look, he realized that it was Gao Yang, who was dressed as a man.

Brother, don't come over.

Jia Ping'an greeted him with a tangled look on his face.

"See the princess."

Gao Yang stopped, and her chest was trembling because of the gasp. She patted her and became even more trembling. She said angrily: "Fang Yiai said she wanted to be with me. Do you think that dog is trying to die?"

I'll go!

Fang Er is furious and rushing to the railing?

I still feel uncomfortable with the green grassland pressing on my head and want to overturn Gao Yang, the wild horse.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jia Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he laughed.

Gao Yang looked at him and gradually calmed down.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Gao Yang is still there.

The laughter gradually stopped.

Gao Yang then said lightly: "He is not my beloved."

Neither is my brother.

So don't make any mistakes.

Gao Yang's breathing became rapid again, his emotions were rising, and his chest was also rising, "That bitch turned his back and forth when he saw me, and he was so humble. How could such a man get into my eyes?"

Not only can't catch your eyes, but you can't...

"The so-called radish and vegetables have their own preferences, and the princess is just like the fate, Amitabha."

Jia Ping'an folded his hands together and turned around and entered the Suzaku Gate.

Gao Yang was stunned, then spat, "Bao Xiang is solemn, scared me, and thought he was going to be a monk. But if he was a monk..."

Gao Yangxia flew on her cheeks, and water seemed to drip from her eyes, "How about you, you slander him? I'm afraid it won't work. He is a tough guy, just consuming soft food, not hard food."

A special hobby!

She returned to the carriage, and the maid who accompanied her approached the carriage and said, "Princess, the princess is drunk and talking nonsense."
To be continued...