Datang broom star

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It was already dark, and there were candles everywhere in Wuxiang Building. Someone wanted to hide it, so he set up a screen to block it, and then there was a charming smile inside.

Jia Pingan stared blankly at the front, his head was a little dizzy, but he thought it was okay.

But Cai Ying climaxed excitedly.

"What did you say before? Shangguan Shaojian's poems are euphemistic and touching, and no one can beat them. How about it?"

Cai Ying said triumphantly.

Shangguanyi's poems are good, otherwise they wouldn't have created a Shangguan style.

But Cai Ying's words passed.

"Shangguan Shaojian's poetry talent is amazing, who can match it?"

Those few people guessed that they wanted to ask Shangguanyi for something, so they followed suit.

"Xiao Jia!" Cui Jian was worried that Jia Ping'an would lose his temper, so he was ready to persuade him.

But Jia Ping'an was very calm.

It really is Xiao Jia!

Cui Jian nodded, and regretted that he was too far away to hold Xiao Jiaxian's hand.

Jia Ping'an was thinking about the consequences of his cousin becoming the head of the warehouse department.

It is certain that the warehouse department is not peaceful, but the key is how the household department is.

If Yang Deli had his eye on the Ministry of Accounting, Jia Pingan could only pray that the Ministry of Accounting would not make mistakes, otherwise, according to Yang Deli's temperament, whenever he saw unruly expenses, it would give the Ministry of Accounting a headache.

"Jia Lang!" Yaxiang suddenly whispered, "He speaks so badly."

Cao Ying was drunk at the moment, and said triumphantly: "Shangguan Shaojian's talent is praised even by the late emperor. What are those young people who have gained a poor reputation in the brothel? It's all about deceiving the world."

Jia Pingan just listened to this with a smile.

But seeing that he was not angry, Cao Ying shouted, "Jia Ping'an, do you dare to argue with a certain person?"

Ha ha!

Jia Pingan narrowed his eyes.

"Don't dare to be elegant, come on, how can this kind of bullying people be proud of themselves? Come on, I love you."

Said Nima!

Jia Pingan stared at this person.

Cai Ying laughed triumphantly, "Shangguan Shaojian is about to leave, do you want someone to invite him back?"

This guy looks like an admirer of Shangguanyi, but

Shangguanyi was famous for his talent, and later he was regarded as a general of the emperor's faction.

Cai Ying felt as if she was hugging her thigh.

Jia Pingan smiled.

"Someone is a little tired."

When he opened his mouth, he was laughed at.

Cai Ying felt that he was timid, so she smiled and said: "The skills are not as good as others, Jia Canjun can stay away."

Hey!

Jia Pingan sighed.

"Someone has written all kinds of poems, but not graceful ones. Since there is a dog barking today, then try to write one."

Cai Ying was compared to a dog, and he was furious, "We'll wait and see."

If Jia Ping'an's poems are not good, he can spread the story throughout Chang'an.

"Xiao Jia." Cui Jian was worried that Jia Ping'an drank too much, and when he took a closer look, he really drank too much, and his eyes were a little straight.

"Forget it, you drank too much, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Some people booed, and some people thought it was true.

Cai Ying just sneered, regardless of whether Jia Pingan wrote a poem or not, he felt that he had won.

Jia Pingan said with a smile: "I drank too much, but even if I drank too much, I can still let you know, you can't wait to write poetry!"

He squinted at Cai Ying and the others, and thought for a moment, "Someone has it."

say!

Do you really think your talent is a waterfall?

Cai Ying sneered, "Someone has it too."

This is tit for tat.

Jia Pingan glanced at him, and everyone in the lobby felt the disdain.

He hiccupped, causing someone on Cai Ying's side to laugh.

This is drinking too much and writing poetry, what is it if it is not suicide?

Jia Ping suppressed his drunkenness, and said lightly: "The candle shadows on the mica screen are deep, and the long river is gradually falling and the dawn stars are sinking."

Everyone looked around, and a prostitute behind the screen was surprised, "Who wrote the poem?"

"Shut up!" The bustard clenched her hands in front of her chest, her eyes shining, and she was waiting for Jia Lang to recite a famous poem, and then Wuxianglou would become popular again for a while.

Cai Ying supported the people around her, forced a smile and said, "It's just ordinary."

But everyone knows very well that these two verses that outline the environment are excellent.

Yaxiang looked at Jia Ping'an's back, she used to think she was thin, but when she looked at it today, she realized that the young man's shoulders had gradually become thicker.

The young man is several years younger than her, serving others with his lust, and loves to gallop when his lust fades, all the women in the brothel understand this truth.

She has to take advantage of her beautiful appearance to earn money and become famous.

And this young man is her noble man.