Quick Fishing Guide

Chapter 80
Xiao Taohua usually comes into contact with literati, poets, and elegant people. Even Mr. Yang, in the atmosphere of Rouge's poems on Flower Street, can't do anything evil.Just like Han Tong was unable to get off the stage when Wang Chuan pretended to be a coward and failed to follow the routine in the pavilion outside the capital, Xiao Taohua was a little unable to resist Wang Chuan's sudden ego.

"I'm busy with official duties, so we can't talk for a long time. Whenever Miss Peach Blossom wants to practice this trick, just come to me."

Seeing that Xiao Taohua remained silent for a long time, Wang Chuan smiled lightly, turned around and left.Little Peach Blossom was left submerged by the shadow of the wall surrounded by sunlight, watching Wang Chuan's back with a faint expression.

After a long time, Xiao Taohua boarded the sedan chair, took out the things in the sedan chair, and said to the bearer, "Please, I won't go to my slave's house this time."

The two bearers also had the honor of listening to the conversation between Feitian Zhanjiang Wang Bukuai and Taohua Xiaoshi Xiaotaohua, took the money and carried the sedan chair away. They looked at each other, their eyes full of gossip.

"Jianghu warriors are indeed vulgar."

Xiao Taohua waited for the bearer to go away, then spat in a low voice, and went back to Qinghefang through the small gate.

Wang Chuan quickly caught up with his colleagues, and was teased by one or two sisters on the way.After keeping up with the pace of the colleagues, it is inevitable that they will be laughed at by the colleagues.

Luo Ming clicked his tongue and said: "Old Wang, you are really extraordinary when you go out of Beijing and return to Beijing. When you left Beijing, you left a lot of flattery for that old man Han Tong, and even picked the corner of the old man's wall. This time, you are back again. Continue to hook up. The little lotus at home is enough for you to eat, you are not satisfied, now you are grabbing the little peach blossom, can you bear it?"

Wang Chuan rolled his eyes at Luo Ming, and said, "Can you eat it, come and try it?" After writing "Chrysanthemum Treasure Mirror" in Chenggu County, Chengzhou, Wang Chuan's speech became more and more egoistic, and his eloquence became a foundation. Luo Ming really suffered. Can't live.

Hearing Wang Chuan's words, Luo Ming trembled all over, and didn't dare to say more.All the colleagues also clamped the chrysanthemum tightly, looking at Wang Chuan with something wrong.

After patrolling the streets, they deal with the cases at hand.All the cases accumulated by Wang Chuan have been handed over to Butou Liang, and nothing happened.But thanks to Catcher Liang's care, no matter what Liang Catcher did for what he did, and whether Wang Chuan was willing or not, Wang Chuan always received a lot of favor from him.Back in the capital, Wang Chuan felt that he should go to Liang Tutou's mansion to visit Liang Tutou who was "seriously ill at home".

Now Liang Captou and Ping Jie'er are grounded at home, and the other is locked in six doors, squatting in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment and unable to get out. They are in the same city, but they are looking at different ceilings. It is difficult to see each other, and they are probably extremely depressed. .

Wang Chuan went to a small bookstore in Qinglong District, and bought two books for Liang Tutou, which could relieve Liang Tutou's loneliness.Those two books contain a little edge-cutting, scratching left and right, like a cat's paw, sultry, just suitable for a lonely old man like Liang Tutou.

In fact, Wang Chuan originally wanted to buy a few Fengyue Pavilion masterpieces.However, the operation of Feng Yue Pavilion was very secretive, and works were bought and sold through underground channels. When Wang Chuan returned to the capital for the first time, he could not dig out the hidden stakes of Feng Yue Pavilion in Beijing, so it was difficult to buy them.

He does have a copy in his hand, but the text and graphics of "The Secret of Yizimen" are extremely sophisticated, and its authors Jianghu Baixiaosheng and Huajianhou were mentally attacked by his own "Chrysanthemum Treasure Book", so I don't know if they will cause spiritual trauma .If so, this "Secret of Yizimen" may become the last work of those two salty and wet masters. It is extremely valuable for collection, and Wang Chuan is reluctant to give it away.

Carrying two books in his arms, he went to Mr. Liang's house. As soon as he stepped through the door threshold, Wang Chuan heard a sputtering sound. It looked like someone was playing mahjong in the room, shuffling a table of tiles. .

"Sister-in-law, is Catcher Liang here?"

Wang Chuan entered the living room of Liang Butou's house, and saw a square table set up in the living room. The wooden mahjong on the table had just been washed, and was being clattered by four women.

The four women were having fun, and no one noticed Wang Chuan coming in.Wang Chuan had to cry out, feeling in his heart that mahjong is so popular, it really is amazing.

I think back then, all kinds of chess and cards were popular in China, such as the Shuanglu leaf card champion, and there were all kinds of tricks. However, the late emperor brought mahjong into this world, and it spread from the palace to the capital, and from the capital to all over China. In just a dozen years , has become so popular that it has squeezed other board games to the point where there is not much room for survival, which is really amazing.

Now even major gambling houses have special places for mahjong tables, which are the most popular.

Mrs. Liang Butou hung a sword between her eyebrows, and her face was still fierce. When she rolled the dice and moved the cards, her thick eyebrows danced with her eyes, like a flying sword controlled by the sword-handling technique of a Shushan sword fairy.

Hearing Wang Chuan's call, Mrs. Liang looked up, looked down at the card again, and said, "Hey, Xiao Wang is here. Isn't your little Lianer here?" Wang Chuan, Wei Lu was apprehensive.

Wang Chuan said: "Chen Lian is at home and hasn't come over. If Mrs. Liang wants her to come and play, I'll go back and call her later."

Mrs. Liang's expression relaxed, and the two sharp swords of the eyebrow sword were bright.

"No, no, I'm just asking. We have enough for one table here. Xiao Lian'er just sat and watched when she came. It's not interesting. I'll ask her to come another day."

While sorting out the cards in front of her, Mrs. Liang said to Wang Chuan, "Aren't you looking for my old Liang? It's right behind, go quickly. It's rare to come back from Beijing, so you have to have a good talk with Lao Liang , He's been at home these few days, but he's bored."

It seems that Chen Lian is really the god of gamblers, and she is afraid of winning such a fierce Mrs. Liang.

Wang Chuan secretly marveled, he didn't expect that the little girl at home really had such ability.Then he walked to the back room.

In that room, Liang Tutou sat at the table, writing and drawing with a brush in his hand, not sighing.

"What are you writing, Captain Liang?"

Wang Chuan asked.

Liang Butou glanced at Wang Chuan, but he was not surprised, and said, "I also said that you would wait for a few days before coming, and you came to me the next day after you came back after thinking about it. It's considered enough. I'm free Very boring, practicing calligraphy. It's just that I'm not in a good mood, and I pick up a pen to write, but I always don't write smoothly. Sigh..."

"Liang Butou, don't be sullen. I can't write smoothly, just write later."

When Wang Chuan spoke, he took out a book, stuffed it into Liang Butou's hand, and said, "I have two books here, Liang Butou may be able to entertain me."

Catcher Liang looked at the title cover of the book, his expression changed, and he reprimanded: "You are so young, I don't know what words to read. It's really shameful!" He said so, but immediately stuffed the book into his arms , looking solemn and righteous.

Wang Chuan: "..."

Pooh!Everlasting!As soon as I looked at the cover, I knew it was a shameful book, and I pretended to be so serious.For whom!
If you have the kind, don't carry it in your arms!
Bah, never ending!

(End of this chapter)