Datang broom star

Yaxiang came down in a hurry, and when she saw Jia Ping'an, 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

It's interesting that other people's red sleeves add to the fragrance, but Lao Jia's red sleeves add to his food.

After 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 glanced at Eunuch Shao.

Yaxiang was weeping, and the gesture of lowering her head slightly was really pitiful to me.

But Jia Ping'an was drinking tea calmly.

"Jia Lang."

"It's true."

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

The women in the entertainment venue are always greedy, and they have to look forward to Shu.

Jia Pingan smiled and waited for Yaxiang to ask for a poem, and then directly refused.

But there must be a limit to pretending, how can you finish writing so many poems in a 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."

"Every fifteen is married." Yaxiang's body leaned closer, "I don't dare to be demanding, I just want a place where someone thinks of me from time to time."

Why don't you just say that you want a bed?

Yaxiang bit her red lips and whispered in her ear: "The day before yesterday someone came looking for slaves and spent a lot of money to get them."

what would you like?

Jia Pingan frowned, and Cui Jian over there was pale and raised his glass to him.

Ha ha.

Xiao Cui, hold on tight!

"The man asked about your condition."

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 nails"

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 Pingan was speechless.

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

She whimpered.

Hey!

Woman, why are you so sensual?

Yaxiang wiped away 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 Pingan was thinking about which poem should be suitable for the occasion.

Yaxiang clapped her hands, "Bring the flute."

With the flute in hand, the elegant fragrance blessed the body, and then said: "My family is in Gusu"

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

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

Yaxiang showed the look of memory, "The bell rang one hundred and eight times, and the sound is unforgettable for slaves."

What you can’t go back is your hometown. It doesn’t mean that you can’t go back, but that after you go back, you don’t know what you want to find in your 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.

Hey!

Green!sister paper.

Yaxiang looked up at Jia Pingan, "Is it possible that Jia Lang wrote a poem for the slave's hometown?"

"Blowjob for someone."

Yaxiang is not tempted by the huge sum of money and refuses to betray Master Jia. This is worth encouraging.

The beauty stood upright, and the flute whimpered.

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

"What poem?"

The buddy was right next to him, glaring.

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

"certain"

Companion punches.