This system is actually worse than me!

The next day, Lin Yu was on his way to Fengyage as usual. After all, the daily task given by the system was to pick up girls there, and he had to persist every day.

"Sweetie, navigation, there is no guide today, and I came back late yesterday, so I didn't see the route clearly."

【Hmph, little master, you actually use me to pick up girls. 】Little sweetheart stands in the air with her hands on her hips, sitting on Lin Yu's shoulders.

But when he was approaching the west city, Lin Yu heard his song "Jianjia" widely circulated on the street.

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. It is a good poem, a good poem! It is easy to understand, elegant, and expresses the meaning of love. It is really a masterpiece, a masterpiece!"

"Follow it backwards, the road is blocked and you will climb. If you follow it backwards, you will be in the middle of the water. It seems close but not close to Nayiren, far and not far away. It is hazy and confusing. It really wins my heart."

"Do you know? It is said that this poem was composed by a flower-appreciating flower guest who watched Miss Xuan Ji's dance yesterday. Even Miss Xuan Ji opened a private boudoir for him, and talked about it in the middle of the night."

"I see, talking about it in the middle of the night is not true, but it is true that the two of you are in the same room."

"Don't be so vulgar, Miss Xuan Ji has always been just a showman but not a person, besides, can someone who can write such a good poem be so simple?"

"You only know the previous plot, but you don't know the "Resentment" and "Red Bean" written by the person behind. These two poems are not inferior to the previous one at all."

"Miss Xuanji, I'm very glad to have you as my confidant, so today I'll take the word 'wine' as the title and write poems and lyrics based on it." Lin Yu finished drinking, walked a few steps, and came to Yu Xuanji's desk , Pick up a pen, spread paper.

When the woman grows up and has someone she likes, or when she gets married, she will take out this altar of wine and drink it.

"Do you know? When I was young, my father brewed it for me. He said that when I grow up and meet a man who understands me, I will open it and drink it."

Yu Xuanji didn't speak any more, but silently took two wine glasses, then poured two glasses, raised her jade hand lightly, and handed one of them to Lin Yu.

"Not to mention, it was this kid yesterday. He wrote three poems, one "Jia Jia", one "Red Bean", and one "Resentment". Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.

There is also a small taupe wine jar on Yu Xuanji's table, it seems that the wine in it is not bad.

In the end, the oil-paper umbrella was snatched by a rich and young man, and he was fascinated by it as if he had found a treasure.

Walking into the door of her boudoir, at this moment, Yu Xuanji was sitting beside the desk, she had copied the song "Red Bean" many times, even changing the font again and again.

"Daughter Hong?" Yu Xuanji pinched the wine glass and said thoughtfully, "Good name!"

"It turns out that this kid wrote the poem yesterday!"

The girl from Huamen then said: "Miss Xuanji finished dancing today, let's write poems and lyrics as usual!"

After many times of dancing, all the children of the rich family present felt that their souls had been sublimated and merged with this Yanliuhuaqiao.

But soon, someone pulled him back from the fascination: "I've written poems and lyrics, why are you still standing there thinking like an idiot?"

"Is this wine called daughter red?" Lin Yu said with a smile. He had heard of this kind of wine when he drank before. In ancient history, whenever a woman was born, the family would drink a pot of wine Specially brewed fine wine is buried in the ground.

In the dance hall, there are white clouds and smoke, as if she is in a fairyland. She is holding an oil-paper umbrella, sometimes like a fairy, sometimes flying like a butterfly, and sometimes transparent like a piece of jasper.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. Why can't I write such a good poem."

Long eyebrows, fingers, beautiful eyes, waist, blush, hairpins in a bun, broken dance steps, moving slowly like clear clouds, turning around like a whirlwind, giving people a scene of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Block script, cursive script, running script, and small seal script are all available. This woman's attainments in literary talent are indeed very deep.

Although poor in culture and rich in martial arts, Sergeant Dante City is the place where the rich and noble families of the Great Qin Dynasty are concentrated. People with high status in the cloud naturally like things that show off their literary talents.

As for Qin Tianjian, who has the most literati in Sergeant Dante's city, I don't know if he has heard this poem.

"This red bean is originally the raw material for alchemy, and it is also known as Xiangsizi. The flower guest cleverly used the nickname of red bean to express his love for Miss Xuanji."

After a while, Lin Yu came to the street in Xicheng, to Fengyage.

Miss Xuanji opened the wine jar, and suddenly there was a strong fragrance, which was refreshing. Lin Yu had never smelled such a fragrant wine, and the fragrance seemed to be not enough to describe this small jar of wine.

Then he drank it all in one gulp, and then looked at Lin Yu with clear eyes.

"Oh, tell me!" The entire West City was discussing.

"Sorry, everyone, I went up yesterday, and Miss Xuanji opened the door for me." After that, Lin Yu took out the Accord Token, and on the back of the Accord Token was impressively engraved: Yu Xuanji.

"You haven't written a poem yet! You can't go up." The Huamen girl stopped Lin Yu. Seeing this, the other children also began to curse: "This is not a place where you can come by force."

Her demeanor is like an orchid, today's Yu Xuanji is dancing the Yanliu Painting Bridge, she is dressed as a young girl in bloom, holding a green oil-paper umbrella, like several green willows hanging down.

At this time, just in time for Miss Xuanji to dance, Lin Yu was indulging in that dance again.

With Yu Xuanji's Accord order, Lin Yu walked towards the Accord private house on the third floor in a grandiose manner under the eyes of all the rich children's 24K krypton gold dogs.

Indeed, anyone who can come here to watch Miss Xuanji dance is not rich and powerful, and the boss behind the Fengyage is even more powerful. If he wants to break the rules here, he will turn on the lights in the toilet --- courting death (shit).

"Let's go up!" The girl from Huamen has seen Huamen for so many years, so she naturally knows the Yage Ling. Miss Xuanji has not issued one of this thing yet.

At this time, all the women have done it. As a man, if he still doesn't drink, he will be laughed at.

After Lin Yu finished drinking, he thought to himself: This wine has a strong concentration, and Miss Xuan Ji should be overwhelmed. I advised him to drink a few times more. After he is drunk, he will let me do my best, hahaha!

Everyone continued to write dirty poems, but Lin Yu was different.

Finally, after more than half an hour of feasting, Miss Xuan Ji put away the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and threw it into the crowd of rich children, immediately attracting a lot of looting.

Although I don't remember the route, Lin Yu knows exactly where Yu Xuanji's boudoir is.

"I said why did he look so familiar? It turned out to be him. Although he doesn't look very good, he writes excellent poems. I admire this. I don't know what poems he can write today."

Listening to the voice of discussion in Xicheng, Lin Yu knew that it was talking about himself, and he never thought that a poem he read casually would have such a great influence.

After drinking one glass after another, Lin Yu only felt a little dizzy.

One man and one woman, one desk, one case, one pen and one paper, one sentence and one reading.

"The two of them are talking about each other, and the flowers are blooming, one cup after another."

"I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go. The Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano."

After finishing writing, Lin Yu fell to the ground drowsy, overwhelmed by alcohol. He wanted to get Yu Xuanji drunk, but he got drunk first.

What does this mean, if a man doesn't drink enough, you won't be able to pick up the girl who comes to your door.