Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Zhang Ming hugged Xiaoqi and turned around to leave this place.

Jiang Zheng looked at the man's back, snorted, and continued to guard his door.

At the beginning, Zhang Ming thought that if the girl named Su Tan sang this play, it would definitely be excellent, but now that he thinks about it, he has no chance.

"Let's find Gongsun Yu." Zhang Ming sighed, feeling a little regretful.

This is not a question of money, it's just to satisfy my desire to watch a movie.

The heavy rain last night was less lively, and the people in Jian'an City seemed to feel unhappy. There were more vendors setting up stalls on the street, and the whole street was full of stalls, and night snacks were all set up.

Zhang Ming bought two biscuits, they were still hot, and he broke some for Xiao Qi from time to time, and he ate them with relish.

When it comes to shopping, he doesn't know where to go. He can go there alone with a cat. The most he can do is just to watch the people coming and going.

A few children ran up to the front. The child in the front was holding a windmill in his hand, and the children behind were chasing after him with smiles on their faces.

Zhang Ming smiled slightly, thinking it was very interesting. When he was a child, he was like this group of children. He could play with a windmill for a day.

Zhang Ming looked over with some doubts.

I saw a child in his children's group wearing sackcloth running and looking at Zhang Ming with a runny nose.

Those eyes are full of envy...

The child in sackcloth looked at it for a long time, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to run towards the person holding the windmill ahead.

"Meow?"

Xiaoqi looked up, and saw that Zhang Ming had been staring at the direction where the group of children left, and seemed to be in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Ming came back to his senses, glanced at Xiao Qi, and said, "It's okay, let's go."

Continue to walk towards the street ahead, and the blossoming lanterns illuminate the night.

The child's eyes appeared in Zhang Ming's mind, and he looked back again, but the child had already gone away.

Just now, the child's eyes were full of envy...

probably.

A child eager to grow up.

He looked at Zhang Ming, and Zhang Ming looked at him at the same time.

The two envy each other, this is the growth you long for, and this is the childhood he longs for.

Zhang Ming felt that he was a little nervous, and he could always think of miscellaneous things when encountering small things. It seemed that he was still suitable to be alone.

Dangling, Zhang Ming came to the lake again. There were several boats forming a circle in the middle of the small river.

Looking through the slit, there is also a large boat, each boat is full of lanterns, and the center of the lake is brightly lit, and I don't know what activity it is.

The name of this lake is Qingyang Lake, originally it was called Mountain Lake, but because there is a big mountain behind the lake, it got this name, because Qingyu Tower later took over the place, so it was renamed Qingyang Lake.

Zhang Ming was a little curious, so he decided to go and have a look.

"Woo." Xiaoqi hiccupped, it was getting late, and it was also sleepy, planning to fall asleep in Zhang Ming's arms.

Zhang Ming walked to the edge of the lake, and saw many people standing here, most of them were scholars and students, and small boats were parked on the edge of the lake with tents set up, waiting for people to rent them.

Zhang Ming heard that many people were talking about the word "Shikui", which may have something to do with the boat parked in the middle of the lake.

Zhang Ming found a nice boat, stepped forward and asked, "Boater, how much do you charge?"

The old man with the oars was holding a wine gourd in his hand. Seeing someone coming up to ask for the price, he smiled and said, "Master, old man, my boat is not cheap. It costs thirty dollars."

Thirty coins is not expensive, so Zhang Ming threw the ingots of silver over and boarded the boat. The one who runs a black shop is Hao Heng, and we don't need this little money.

"Hey." The old man took the money and wiped it on his body. Seeing that Zhang Ming didn't care, he knew that there was no need to look for money, and his face was full of smiles.

"My lord, sit still, the old man is about to sail the boat." After saying that, the old man untied the boat rope, turned the oars, and rowed the boat.

He sat cross-legged on the bow, stroking the white cat in his arms, his hair fluttering in the wind.

The wind blows, the clothes rustle, the gentleman looks at him, Bai Yulang, the world is so beautiful.

The old man took out the wine gourd in his arms, took a sip of the wine, his face flushed a little, he was just slightly drunk.

Zhang Ming looked up at the old boatman, and asked, "Boatman, what are you doing in the middle of this lake?"

The old man smiled and wrinkled his face, and said: "My lord, you are a foreigner, today is the day to choose the first poet."

Afterwards, the old man explained.

Amphibious double seven, during these seven days, the most important thing is the oiran, followed by the poet, and the wine chief.

The wine chief had already judged it a few days ago, and it was the tourist who was drunk, but Qingyu Tower would not announce the result until the last day.

At that time, the children of the rich family would talk about it and spread it, but only a small number of people knew about it.

It's still too early for the oiran to be judged on the day of the Double Seventh Festival, which is the last day.

But this poet is today, and the place is Qingyang Lake.

Zhang Ming understood the meaning of the poet, he looked aside, and saw many scholars or young masters, like him, sailing towards the middle of the lake in boats.

There was a boat nearby, and a man in white was standing on the boat. Seeing Zhang Ming looking at him, he cupped his hands towards Zhang Ming as a greeting.

Zhang Ming cupped his hands in return and looked at the man in white.

The man in white greeted the boatman and approached Zhang Ming's boat. He looked at Zhang Ming and asked, "Is Xiongtai also here to participate in the poetry chief election?"

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "Come join in the fun."

The man in white was called Yan Yuhan. He knew he had no hope, so like Zhang Ming, he came to join in the fun.

The boat Zhang Ming rented was relatively large, so he was invited to come aboard, and the two of them headed towards the middle of the lake together.

Zhang Ming asked, "Do you know what the title of this year's poem is?"

Yan Yuhan shook his head and said, "I don't know, the questions appear every year."

"Is that so..." Zhang Ming muttered. At this time, the boat had reached the center of the lake, but it was only on the periphery.

Chapter 79: The Peach Blossom on the Human Face

More than a dozen small boats circled towards the center of the lake, each boat was hung with lanterns, and so was Zhang Ming's boat, as if it was an unwritten rule.

The center of the lake is surrounded by boats, but some distance is left between them to allow other boats to pass.

Zhang Ming looked up and saw the biggest boat in the middle of the lake.

There is a woman sitting on the boat, holding a long piano, wearing a green dress, with a bun on her head, set off by exquisite jade hairpins, with a peach blossom face, alluring the country and the city.

The more Zhang Ming looked at it, the more familiar it became. Isn't this the woman who followed Liang Shurong to the tavern last time?

Shikui, like a poetry club, has wine and literati, and naturally there are no shortage of women who add to the fun.

The oirans of the previous year were all going to participate in the next year's poetry meeting, so Yan Shuxian came.

Yan Yuhan's lips parted slightly, a little shocked, what surprised him was the beauty of this woman, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in all his years in Jian'an.

Who is this woman at the bow?

Shouldn't it be last year's oiran?

and many more……

Yan Yuhan was stunned. He looked at the long piano, swallowed, and muttered, "Could it be...Miss Yan..."

Zhang Ming asked, "Do you know him?"

Yan Yuhan took a deep breath, and couldn't help admiring: "It should be right, but I didn't expect Miss Yan to be so beautiful, she is so beautiful..."

Last year's oiran was selected for no apparent reason. Although Yan Shuxian was the top oiran, she had never even shown her face. Her outstanding piano skills shocked everyone. This was also a controversial matter.

Until now, not many people have seen Yan Shuxian's appearance.

"Brother Zhang, the woman in Tsing Yi on the boat should be Miss Yan, the oiran from last year." Yan Yuhan said.

Zhang Ming asked puzzledly, "Why do you sound unsure about what you said?"

"Brother Zhang doesn't know something..." Yan Yuhan explained.

After some explanations, Zhang Ming also knew that Yan Shuxian hadn't shown up. Even if people on the road had seen her, they might not recognize her.

"That's it..." Zhang Ming looked up, and this Miss Yan was indeed beautiful, and she looked only in her twenties.

[Received a temporary task, please pay attention to check it! 】

"??" Zhang Ming frowned, he was a little confused.

task?

Are you kidding me?

Didn't the task just come out yesterday? It hasn't been completed yet, but here comes another task. How can you be fishing?

【Temporary Mission - Poetry Club Poetry】

[Mission Details]: Obtain the leader of this poem.

[Task Reward]: ['Wine' Word Sword] The right to use and the cultivation level are slightly improved (the right to interpret belongs to the system)

[Failure Punishment]: Deprive any wine material

The corners of Zhang Ming's mouth twitched, he was speechless.

Why did this boring task of copying poems and pretending to be X fall on my head?

Isn't your system's human design broken?

"Wine Word Sword?" Zhang Ming murmured, what kind of thing is this, it seems that he has never heard of it.

Yan Yuhan turned his head and saw that Zhang Ming was frowning, so he asked, "What's wrong, Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Ming came back to his senses and replied, "It's all right."

Alright, now that the task has been sent out, it has to be done.

Everyone stared at the woman sitting on the bow, many people were wondering who such a beautiful woman was, maybe they had some guesses, but they were just a little uncertain.

It wasn't until the fingertips of the woman in Tsing Yi at the bow brushed the long piano, and the melodious sound of the piano came out, that everyone suddenly realized.

"It's Miss Yan!"

"Knew it……"

"The only one with such a piano sound is Miss Yan. I really didn't expect Miss Yan to be so beautiful."

The literati and students on the small boat were all intoxicated by the sound of the piano, and Yan Shuxian's piano sound was unique.

It doesn't matter if the piano skills are supernatural, and even the appearance is so beautiful, there is no controversy now, and they all feel that last year's oiran should be taken for granted.

At the bow of a small boat, a man in black with a sword was sitting on the bow. He glanced at the cabin behind him, and there was a middle-aged man holding a pen and ink sitting inside.

"Master, the sound of the piano is not bad." The man holding the sword thought for a while, and added: "The person is not bad, either."

This black-clothed man holding a sword is Jian Wu who drank a glass of wine in the tavern back then. It is conceivable that the voice of "Master" is Guo Xiao in the boat, and Bai Xiaosheng in the river and lake... …

Guo Xiao nodded lightly, wrote a few words on the paper, raised her head and said, "It's really good, but there's something missing, so it won't be on the list."

Jian Wu turned his head and glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi who was playing the qin, not knowing what was wrong with the sound of the qin, but since the master said so, he would not say anything more.

"Master, let's go to a bar outside the city tomorrow." Jian Wu was a little greedy for the drink last time, and it has been more than half a month.

Guo Xiao joked: "You, you, whisper in my ear every day, okay, can't you do it tomorrow?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Jian Wu's mouth, but it disappeared quickly, and turned into a cold look again.

Soon, after the zither was finished, everyone woke up, full of admiration, or regret, wanting to listen to it again.

But after Yan Shuxian played this song, she went back to the boat. She was only invited as an opening act, and there was no business for her after that.

Afterwards, shopkeeper Wu came out from the boat.

Shopkeeper Wu talked a lot of nonsense, but it was just a matter of asking for warmth, just passing the scene.

Shopkeeper Wu cupped his hands and got to the main topic: "Everyone, this year's poem title only has one word, and there is no limit to poetry."

"What word?"

Shopkeeper Wu put his hands behind his back, stretched out his hand and said, "A word 'love'."