Datang broom star

Bah!

The world is quiet.

The guy gave a thumbs up to his mate.

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

Shao Peng and Tang Xu sat side by side.

Meng Liang put his arms around Qiao Yun and stopped flattering the dog.

Jia Pingan lowered his head slightly, and tapped on the case table with his fingers.

The sound of the percussion and the sound of the flute fit seamlessly.

He stood up suddenly.

Here he comes, here he comes!

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

At this moment, in Yaxiang's eyes, the young man shines brightly.

Jia Pingan raised his head and met Yaxiang's joyful eyes.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng and Yuhuo are worried and sleepy."

"it is good!"

After a loud shout, everyone looked at the sound dumbly.

A man couldn't help applauding, but now he regretted it, worrying about disrupting Jia Pingan's thinking, he hurriedly bowed his hands and apologized.

"Bastard!" Tang Xu cursed, and then said, "Xiao Jia's poems are so damn good! They're so good!"

"shut up!"

Cui Jian was overjoyed when he heard the first two sentences, and wished he could hear the follow-up immediately.So he didn't care about his identity, so he scolded everyone directly.

Everyone is quiet, Xiao Sheng continues to sob

Jia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, and the bustard looked fascinated.

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."

The sobbing of the flute gradually stopped.

Is it too quiet?

Jia Ping felt something was wrong.

Anyway, you shouted!

"Jia Lang!"

Yaxiang suddenly rushed over.

Don't do this!

Jia Pingan didn't know the power of this poem, and it hit Yaxiang's heart, liver and lungs at once.

Yaxiang hugged him tightly, "Jia Lang, I am willing to go to Jia's house as a slave and a servant."

This is what I say when I drink too much.

Datang's slaves are not considered human beings. Really, the more noble the family is, the less they treat slaves as human beings.

So Master Jia just said these words in his left ear and out in his right ear.

"Nice poem!"

Cui Jian suddenly got up and rushed over.

Yaxiang was taken aback by him, and Jia Pingan took the opportunity to get rid of her entanglement, but immediately regretted it.

Cui Jian held his hand, excited without the restraint of Cui's son, "What a poem! Xiao Jia!"

"This artistic conception, every sentence is inseparable from the word, depicting the scene, but let the scene into the poem, people and the scene, the scene into the heart, so wonderful, so wonderful!"

Cui Jian raised his head and squinted his eyes, "The moon is setting, the sky is full of frost, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, the fisherman is full of worries in the boat."

He glanced at Yaxiang.

This woman was young and unfortunate, and finally fell into the field of joy. This melancholy is just right.

"The bell of Hanshan Temple came suddenly, knocking away the melancholy, and the bright moonlight shone on the river, falling on the boat, and there was a sense of Zen. Such a poem, Xiao Jia, how can you write such a poem?!"

This is a famous article!

Look at those prostitutes, all of them looked excited, the joy and honor of witnessing the birth of a famous book made them burst into cheers.

"Nice poem!"

The so-called masterpieces, even those who are new to ink can produce extraordinary ones.

The rough men of Baiqi raised their glasses and shouted, "Jia Shu, cheers!"

Looking up, everyone in the lobby is holding up their glasses and inviting them to drink.

"Jia Shu, cheers!"

Yaxiang brought a glass of wine and said in a low voice, "Jia Lang worked so hard for a slave, and the slave died for Jia Lang without complaint."

What the hell!

Jia Ping's biggest headache was what the woman said about dying.

He raised his glass and drank it down.

A Baiqi came in, leaned over and said something to Tang Xu, but his eyes were on Jia Ping'an.

Tang Xu's expression remained unchanged, and he even drank a cup of Shao Peng, and then waved: "Xiao Jia, come, let's have a drink."

Jia Pingan went over with an empty wine glass, and Tang Xu whispered before and after, "I found the traces of those people, they are outside, I don't know why."

Those people refer to people in a small circle.

It must be for Yaxiang.