Great Tang Broom Star

In the Shangyun Tower, the music is melodious.

Dong Zhi stood in the middle of the lobby, wearing a blue tight skirt, showing her waist like a water snake.

The luthier squinted his eyes and played the piano, outlining a high note. Winter Solstice raised his head slightly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and opened his mouth...

"A tree of red peaches in Yafu Pond, when the bamboos cover the pine shade and bloom late."

The singing was melodious, and the guests couldn't help being in awe.

"It's not because of the slanting sun that you can't see it, how can you not know if you are not an idler?"

The corners of Dong Zhi's mouth curled up slightly.

What is a courtesan?

In this era of the heyday of literary style, if someone writes a famous piece for you, you are a famous courtesan, otherwise you are just a plaything.

The advantage of the winter solstice is that she knows it herself, but men eat the bad seeds in the bowl and look at the pot. When she gets old and fades, she will naturally become dust.

But it is different with a famous poem. When people mention this poem, they will mention the author and her beneficiary.

"It is easy for students in cold regions to leave school, and it is often late for adopted daughters from poor families to marry."

The guests shook their heads and let out a low sigh.

"Good poetry!"

"This poem reminds me of a spring day, when the peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountains and plains, scorching... scorching!"

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

"Shut up!" The man cried loudly and disturbed everyone listening to the song, and someone gave him a glare.

"Winter Solstice is crying." Some people were surprised to find that Winter Solstice was so choked up that they couldn't continue singing.

The man who was wailing before wiped away his tears and sighed: "It is difficult for students to leave school in cold places, and it is often late to marry a daughter from a poor family. The winter solstice is born from a poor family, and it is difficult for a poor family to marry a daughter, so that she becomes a prostitute. This poem is simply It is tailor-made for her, how can you keep her from crying."

Everyone nodded, "That's a great talent!"

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

"Who did it?"

This question was swirling in everyone's mind.

The winter solstice sucked his nose, took a deep breath, and sang: "Who will take pity on the fall of the spring, Jia Wenshu will come and pick a branch."

She was blessed, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Jia Wenshu...who?" Someone was at a loss.

The crying man was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his thigh, "Jia Wenshu, is that broom star of Baiqi?"

With this poem, the value of the winter solstice is different. She blessed herself again, "It is Mr. Jia Lang, but I don't know what kind of broom star he is, I only know that he is my lucky star and benefactor, known as the tiger of a hundred horses."

Everyone was stunned.

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

"The red bean is made by him, and Na Yaxiang's fame has increased greatly with this poem."

The crying man slapped his thigh again, "Why doesn't such a great talent go whoring with a certain person? It's such a pleasure to have a bed and night talk with him!"

The companion sitting beside him pointed to his thigh, "How about taking a picture of yourself?"

The crying man was stunned, and slapped his thigh for the third time, "Oh..."

...

In Wuxiang Building, Yaxiang is lying on the bed, listening to the maid chanting...

"It's easy to leave school for raw materials in cold regions,

It is often late for adopted daughters from poor families to marry. Who will take pity on the fall of the deep spring, Jia Wenshu will break a branch"

When Yaxiang heard this, she felt sore and hot in her chest.

"Jia Wenshu came to pluck a branch, and I would be very willing, but he refused to pluck my flower."

Yaxiang turned over, her raised hips trembling.

She rested her chin on her hands, and the melancholy in her eyes became more and more serious.

The maid was also very sad, "I heard that the winter solstice is very flirtatious! Men like it. Madam, I am not saying you. Women are not flirtatious, and men are not very interested... They all said that it is better to be flirtatious."

"Show..." Yaxiang lay on the brocade quilt, vented a bit, and then raised her head, "But I just want to show off to him..."

...

Jia Ping'an wandered around Chang'an City, not because he was idle, but because he was worried about being retaliated against.

He walked around half of Chang'an City, bought some sundries along the way, because he was not a high-ranking official, so he didn't see a few Jinwu Guards when he met on the road.

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

Jia Pingan really doesn't understand the starting point of this rule. You say it discriminates against businessmen, so does eating on the road have anything to do with businessmen?

If you are a high-ranking official, you will be late in the morning and rush to work, but what if you are hungry? Sorry, unless you brought food from home, you'll be hungry until noon. Anyone who dares to buy or eat on the road will be impeached without explanation.

Strolling along the way, Jia Pingan didn't find the stalker, and couldn't help but feel secretly refreshed.

When he saw the Suzaku Gate, Jia Pingan also saw the familiar carriage, which stopped arrogantly beside the gate, but this time there was no vibration.

What is that crazy woman in Gaoyang doing here?

Jia Pingan didn't look sideways, thinking about going in with the rice tofu.

"Jia Lang...jun."

This gentle voice almost scared Jia Ping to pee.

This is Gao Yang?

He decided to ignore it.

puff!

Someone jumped out of the car, and then came quickly.

Eldest sister, this is outside the imperial city, how about some shame?

Jia Pingan was worried that she would look ugly, so he stopped and turned around, smiling...

"Huh……"

I go.

It turned out to be a man who was chasing him, but after a closer look, he found that it was Gao Yang who was disguised as a man.

Brother, don't come here.

Jia Pingan greeted him with a tangled face.

"Meet the princess."

Gao Yang stopped, her chest was trembling due to panting, she patted it, and trembled even more, and said angrily: "Fang Yiai said that she wanted to divorce me, but you said that bastard wanted to die?"

I go!

Fang Er is leaning on the railing in a rage?

He still felt uncomfortable with the Qingqing Grassland on his head, wanting to overthrow the wild horse Gao Yang.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jia Pingan 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 the same.

The laughter gradually died down.

Only then did Gao Yang calmly say: "He is not my beloved."

Neither is my brother.

So don't hit my brother's idea.

Gao Yang's breathing became short again, his emotions were high, and his chest was also high, "That bitch is limp and humble when he sees me, how can this kind of man get into my eyes?"

Not only can't get into your eyes, but also can't...

"The so-called radish and green vegetables, everyone has their own love, princess, just follow the fate, Amitabha."

Jia Ping put his palms together, turned and entered the Suzaku Gate.

Gao Yang was startled, and then took a sip, "Baoxiang is solemn, I was startled, I thought he was going to be a monk. But if he is a monk..."

Gao Yang Xiafei's cheeks seemed to be dripping water, "Why don't you shave him? I'm afraid it won't work, he is a tough guy, he only eats soft, not hard."

A special hobby!

She returned to the carriage, and the accompanying maid approached the carriage and said, "Princess, the son-in-law is talking nonsense after drinking too much."

"I know he drank too much." Sitting in the carriage, Gao Yang said proudly, "But since he said it, I'll let him go and tell him, let's make up."

The maid smiled wryly: "Princess, there is no such thing as a reconciled princess in the royal family."

"If not, then start with me."

The arrogant Gao Yang said coldly: "As long as he has Jia Ping'an's arrogance and dares to say goodbye to me when he is not drinking, I will not treat him like this."

The maid thought about Jia Pingan's tough attitude towards Gao Yang, and couldn't help praising: "Then Jia Wenshu...is really tough."

Gao Yang in the car pouted for a while, blushing, "It's easy to talk about such stupid words, don't talk about him."

The maid was surprised, thinking that the princess might be crazy.

...

Jia Ping entered Baiqi, feeling a little strange.

"Where are people?"

Fuck!

Baiqili is quiet and there is no popularity at all.

Standing there, he felt that he might have crossed again.

"Captain!"

Jia Pingan was a little flustered.

"Bao Dong! Lei Hong!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After a burst of laughter, dozens of people rushed out from all over Baiqi, and the leader was Tang Xu.

"Someone said he wanted to surprise you, why are you scared?"

Tang Xu laughed.

"Brothers, talk!" He clapped his hands, everyone stood up, cupped their hands, and said in unison: "Tiger of a hundred riders!"

Jia Pingan cupped his hands, feeling relieved, "What a tiger riding a hundred horses, just joking, joking."

Tang Xu stared, "What are you joking about? If it wasn't for you this time, our Baiqi would have messed up the matter. Someone said, you will be our Tiger from now on, who would disagree?"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted, "Tiger with a hundred riders."

"It's too famous, it's too famous." Master Jia thinks that this name is really bad, the tiger of a hundred riders... I can't think of riding a tiger, or what?

"To celebrate Xiao Jia's fame today, a certain guest went to Five Fragrance Building, and Lao Shao paid for it."

Bitch!

Shao Peng, who was watching this scene with a smile, became angry.

"The treat we're talking about is just one person."

What the hell, the so-called hundred riders means hundreds of people. There are dozens of people here, if all of them please...

Do I still have my private money?

Shaopeng was really angry.

"Let's get your salary later!" As the servant who monitored Baiqi, Shao Peng had the right to make a small report, and then he would stare at Tang Xu and beat him, beat him... all his salary was wiped out.

Tang Xu's complexion changed, "Forget it, a certain one pays 30%."

"Bitch, at least 50%."

"Dog servant, then don't go." Tang Xu felt that one less person means less expenses.

Um……

Shaopeng thought of the fun of brothels and couldn't help hesitating.

Set off!

When the time came, Baiqi set off in a mighty way.

At the same time, a fast horse entered the imperial city.

"When Tubo learned that the late emperor had passed away, he sent a mission to express his condolences, and said that we should go to welcome him."

...

In Wuxianglou, Yaxiang was lying on the bed, and the old bustard was on the side trying to persuade him, "Just go and sing a few poems. Those guests lose money like a diabetes insipidus. It's very refreshing. When the time comes, you earn money, and I will give you money." Make money too, isn't it good?"

Yaxiang shook her head, and said lazily: "I'm not in good health today, even if the prime ministers come, I won't go."

"Your monthly letter is not in the past few days..." Seeing her firm attitude, the old bustard didn't want to offend the cash cow, so she sighed: "That's all, you have a good rest, tomorrow..."

"Lady, there are many people here, who say they are from Baiqi."

The old bustard was overjoyed, "Hurry up, let them all dress up."

She hurried out, and when she reached the door, she heard the sound of jumping.

Turning around, the bustard said in surprise, "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

Yaxiang has already jumped up and is doing her makeup quickly.

She pressed the rouge paper on her lips, full of vitality.

Wooden ah……

She was fiddling with her hair with both hands, opened her mouth, the rouge paper fell, and then said, "I'm fine again."

Master Jia, a genius doctor, is here, how can she be bad?

...

Who is asking for votes this time? Master Jia? It's still Doctor Jia.

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