Vol 3 Chapter 6: Girly feelings are always poetry

Xiao Lang left unrestrainedly, leaving behind countless people.
Today, Miss Yue was invited to perform. A group of talented writers and princes from the big family waited again early, and several people came from Tianyu City within two days, just to see the sky and listen to a piece of peerless music. These people never thought that they would have the opportunity to go to the second floor alone, let alone the prince of the Yu Dynasty, and they were not qualified to go up. If the two young ladies were missing, who would dare to go up hastily.
Just when everyone was shocked that Xiao Lang had only used a poem to go up to the second floor, Xiao Lang turned around on it, patted his and left, saying that the girls here were not enthusiastic enough?
Nima...
Do you really think Haitian Pavilion is an ordinary butchery building? Seeing you come in, immediately pounce on a Guanyin sitting on the lotus? Not to mention the two young ladies, the ladies on the first floor, they are not selling themselves. They have the ability to make them happy. If you don't need money, you will stay overnight. They are not happy. Even if you spend tens of millions of dollars, it is useless.
As for the rough? Overpower people?
Since the establishment of the Haitian Pavilion, such a thing has never happened, because this is the place where the Divine Soul Pavilion is covered. This generation of Divine Soul City Lord does not care about these things, but the Deputy City Lord Jiakun has been talking about it. Who dares to mess up and take the consequences!
Divine Soul City Lord Divine Dragon sees no end, Jia Kun is basically the spokesperson of Divine Soul City, his words can obviously have some power, such as making this Haitian Pavilion absolutely safe.
The literary magnates wanted to see what kind of masterpiece the drunken and wildly famous prince made that could impress the two young ladies. It's a pity that the Qing 倌 went up to the second floor and never came down again, nor did the two ladies pass down any words. Everyone waited for a while, felt dull, and left.
But it is conceivable that after tonight, the name of the wild son will rise like a comet, illuminating the night sky of Soul City.
In fact.
Xiao Lang's "Happy Mobilization of the Orioles? Dove Rain" is not a masterpiece, it is barely considered top-quality, and it is still far behind Li Bai Du Fu and others. This poem wins, and it depicts the love story of a woman in a brothel.
Just a few words, but it gives a picture, a brothel woman is lying quietly and quietly in the attic, outside the window is the spring rain of Fei Fei, the turtle dove is driving his spouse in the rain. But her eyes stared blankly at the sky outside the curtain and the falling rain. She was thinking of someone. The eyes of her soul were looking for that person with the flight of her thoughts, but she could not find it, so she sighed silently in her heart. With.
The last half sentence gives people the feeling that this brothel woman was silently confiding to him who had gone away in the insomnia after Bo Zui woke up. She was groomed all spring without hairpins, and it showed that she was in a lonely mood. Emotional dressing, the second shows that she is unwilling to turn her mind and miss him, how dedicated and persevering she is, even if she fails to live up to her youth, she will not hesitate.
The women in the brothel are also human. What they sell is sex, dignity, and youth. Even if they are sought after by others, their hearts are inferior, and their souls long for the respect of others. They laugh hard, with bitterness and tears hidden in their hearts. They long for pure love, and look forward to finding a man who truly loves them before their moments of beauty are gone.
Brothel women are generally not emotional, but after being emotional, the love is scorching, and the love is deep and unswerving until death. Freshen up the hairpin flowers in one spring, and lose a few hours alone!
There is an old saying that the feelings of young girls are always poetry, and the feelings of young women are always wet...
The two young ladies on the second floor of the Haitian Pavilion are the cardamom years, the kind of dreaming age. Naturally, it was not intentional to neglect Xiao Lang and Qianxun. The two were just intoxicated by this word, thinking of their poor life experience and bewildered future, and they were just a little bit tranced. When the two woke up, Xiao Lang had already turned away, leaving the two of them looking at each other, looking at each other.
Inviting the moon to play the piano, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and played it gently, but the Meiwu Lianxing danced by himself, like a proud swan admiring himself in the solitary fragrance. The tunes that the two had planned to show Xiao Lang were not appreciated at the moment. The piano tunes seemed a bit sad, and Wu Ying was a bit sad.
"Ying'er, use the posts of the two of us to invite the wild son to come to a banquet three days later, and we will pay him face to face!"
After a long time, Fuqin's Yingyue suddenly sighed, turned her head and said to the Qing dynasty, although her face was covered by light gauze, she was faintly visible with a peerless look. Miss Lianxing is still dancing solo, the sea breeze blows, causing her graceful body to slide out a beautiful curve, beautifully.
The wild boy didn't know anything. He was drunk and he looked for a carriage and went straight to the building "Wind and Rain Pavilion" where he stayed last night. With the surprised eyes of the old Bao and the girls, he again domineering to book the market, and then the two refused The girls slept at the end of the night.
Xiao Lang didn't seem to want to go back to the yard that Xiao Futu left him. It seemed that he would think of unhappy things there. In this brothel, although the strong smell of rouge powder made him a little uncomfortable. But there is wine here, there are countless beauties, and there is a breath of falling.
He chose to let himself fall, choose to sink, never want to wake up.
On the second day, Haitian Pavilion issued a post to completely riot in Soul City. For the first time, the two oirans of Haitian Pavilion jointly issued an invitation post to invite the wild son of the famous Haitian Pavilion last night.
And Xiao Lang's last night's "Happy Moment of Orioles? Dove Rain" was quickly spread, which moved many people, made countless writers feel, and made countless brothel girls cry secretly. No outsider's evaluation of geometry, the name of the wild son, can be regarded as thoroughly resounding throughout the brothel world.
In Divine Soul City, the style of writing is extremely heavy, and talented people are always arrogant, so there are many brothels, large and small, no less than 100 brothels. After the word came out, countless top-beam oirans in the brothel sent out invitations one after another on the same day, inviting Xiao Lang to go to the banquet. Of course, many brothel inevitably have the intention to follow the trend, but the name of the wild boy does make many brothel women worry about it.
On the second night, after Xiao Lang woke up, he made a domineering move. Faced with a lot of invitations, he ignored them and threw them into the stove...
What does Xiao Lang hate most? The most is this kind of banquet! Seeing a lot of invitations, with his freewheeling mentality at the moment, he naturally ignored it, and continued to be at ease with Chihiro in the "Wind and Rain Pavilion".
The news came out deliberately through Fengyuge old Bao, which once again caused a shock in Soul City. The post inviting the two ladies of Yue Lianxing was actually burned? This wild son is wild enough!
"Wild son? He, he actually played a game of Escape the Golden Cicada. Fortunately, Aunt Fei, I have a pair of poisonous eyes!"
In Shenhun City, in Mingyue Pavilion, the largest restaurant, the mysterious Aunt Fei from Shenhunhai, holding a thick document in his hand, walked straight to the top floor, standing on the back of the beautiful Huang Behind the girl in Yi, she smiled and said, "Miss, there is a clue. Xiao Lang is still in the Soul City at the moment when he is not dead, incarnate as the wild son. As long as you find him, you can naturally find the knife!"
"Wild son? The dude who keeps buying drunk in the brothel?"
The yellow-clothed girl turned her head, frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in the depths of her eyes, and said faintly: "How can I recognize such a person as my brother? My brother has lived with this Xiao Lang for so many years, so he won't be taken by him. Is it broken?"