I have an altar of luck

"Come on, sir, you can find a place to sit, and I'll serve you wine. Later, Miss Xiaoyue will perform a dance. You came just in time."

The boy took the money and smiled.

Wang Ping nodded slightly, looked at each other with Chen Yuan, and sat down in a remote corner at random.

He looked left and right, feeling impatient, as if he was looking forward to Miss Xiaoyue's appearance.

"Haven't you been in contact with that Xiaoyue girl before? Why are you still so impatient..." Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping. In his impression, although Wang Ping was lustful, it was definitely not that he couldn't leave after seeing a woman. Brother Pig who moves.

Is the old oiran eliminated from Fucheng really so attractive?

Chen Yuan instinctively felt that something was wrong. If it was really so attractive, it would be impossible for him to come to such a small county as Ping'an County from Fucheng.

Wang Ping smiled awkwardly:

"I... I just saw her dance from a distance, and I haven't touched her before."

"Then you still say she is very gentle?" Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows.

"I feel she is very gentle..."

"Wang Ping."

"Ok?"

"Lick a dog can't die!"

"???"

Although he didn't understand what Brother Yuan meant by licking the dog, it definitely wouldn't be a good word. Wang Ping was very sure of this, but he didn't refute it because he also thought it was right.

But for some reason, as soon as he entered the Misty Rain Building, he felt an inexplicable impulse.

Chen Yuan and Wang Ping entered the Misty Rain Tower without causing any disturbance, at most only a few people nearby noticed them, and the rest of them were whispering why Miss Xiaoyue didn't come out yet.

Chen Yuan opened his sky eyes calmly, a blue light flashed, and looked up and down the Yanyu building, but to his surprise, there was nothing unusual.

No trace of luck at all.

In this way, he was a little puzzled. Could it be that he was thinking too much?

According to the old-fashioned plots in novels and TV dramas, either someone deliberately provoked them, or they might find something abnormal.

Chen Yuan remained silent, thinking that he must have some paranoia of persecution.

In fact, Chen Yuan has always had a deep sense of uneasiness since the time he traveled, apart from his longing for martial arts in this world. After all, this is not a harmonious society.

It is a terrifying world where martial arts are paramount and life is like a mustard.

Soon, the servant who had received the silver brought a jug of wine, Wang Ping filled a glass for Chen Yuan, and said softly:

"Brother Yuan, try it, this wine is not bad, there is a reason why it is expensive."

Chen Yuan picked up the wine glass, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, there was indeed a sweet smell coming over his face, and then he took a sip lightly.

"good."

Wang Ping grinned and drank the wine in his glass.

As time passed, more and more people entered the Yanyu Building, and some couldn't find a vacant seat, so they simply stood aside, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"Why is Miss Xiaoyue still not coming out?"

"Yes, yes."

"I've been waiting impatiently..."

Slowly, some people began to shout impatiently.

Chen Yuan watched coldly, like an outsider.

"Zheng..."

Suddenly, a low and melodious guzheng sounded from the second floor of the Yanyu Building.

"Brother Yuan, Miss Xiaoyue is coming out..."

Wang Ping stared firmly in one direction, without blinking, and even held his breath.

He is not an exception. At this moment, most of the people sitting in the audience, whether they are dignitaries or businessmen, all have such expressions.

Immediately afterwards, another sound of flute and guzheng merged together.

"Shh..."

"Shh..."

"Shh..."

Three red silks shot out from the second floor, wrapping around the two pillars in the lobby.

The next moment, a long-haired woman in red jumped up from the second floor, and the sky filled with petals. The woman's jade feet twirled lightly, stepping on the red silk and dancing lightly.

The melodious voice and the floating petals seemed to merge with the woman.

The graceful figure is spinning in the void, with red silk supporting her feet, like a fairy.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, but focused his attention on the woman's body skills, tossing and moving, extremely light, this woman definitely has martial arts cultivation in her body.

This effect can only be achieved after a lot of training.

It's no wonder that the group of people in Ping'an County shocked her as a heavenly being, but they were not so attractive to Chen Yuan.

"it is good."

"Miss Xiaoyue is so beautiful..."

There was a shout from below.

Then, a picture scroll fell from the sky, and the woman in red pulled the red silk from her hand, and the picture scroll was pulled open, and a handsome woman above it poured a pot of ink.

Afterwards, the woman in red danced her long sleeves, stained with ink, and lightly flung them on top of the white paper scroll, and her skirt danced, as if lotus flowers were blooming at the bottom of her feet.

The willow waist swayed lightly, seducing people's souls, and secretly sending glances, which can be described as a dance of silk and bamboo.

Not long after, the sound of the flute stopped, and the woman in red finished the last stroke.

It was a pair of lotus flowers in ink and wash, vivid and vivid.

The woman in red looked back, glanced at everyone in the field, and slowly pulled the red silk and fell to the ground.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, this Xiaoyue girl was really extraordinary, with fair skin, oval face, a pair of eyes full of charm, and two thin lines at the corners of the eyes.

It is true that it is older, but it also has a charm.

"Young masters, it's still the old rule, whoever can compose a poem that satisfies Miss Xiaoyue will be able to have a spring night."

A showy bustard twisted her body and said loudly.

"I don't know what the title of the poem is?"

A young man in a plain green shirt folded his fan and asked with a light smile.

"Rotten Confucianism."

Wang Ping snorted lightly.

Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping and said in a low voice:

"What will happen if you can't write satisfactory poems?"

"The one with the highest price wins. It is said that someone paid 30 taels of silver the day before yesterday to get a chance to have a spring night with Miss Xiaoyue." A look of envy flashed in Wang Ping's eyes.

Chen Yuan shook his head, this is completely driving up the price of b, what is the concept of 30 taels of silver?

A two-year salary for a fast-moving yamen servant.

It can be exchanged for three tiger bone pills.

Of course, when the interest comes up, it doesn't matter if it's worth it or not.

"Just take the lotus flower in this painting as the theme."

The old bustard pointed to the picture scroll hanging on it.

"Yanyulou, Louyuyan.

Miss Xiaoyue is like Hei Lian.

To ask what is inside the lotus.

Break it open and have a look! "

A big man with a beard on his face suddenly said loudly.

Chapter 76 Listen to the song!

As soon as this poem came out, there was silence in the Misty Rain Building.

As if stuck in stagnation.

Then, the next moment, the whole room burst into laughter.

The big man stuck his neck and didn't care, instead he said loudly:

"Miss Xiaoyue, may this poem catch your eye?"

"Stop embarrassing yourself with vulgar words."

Just now the scholar snorted softly.

"Boy, what did you say?"

"Of course it's Your Excellency's poem, the words and sentences are not neat, how can you talk about the poem?"

"Then you come." The strong man stared at the scholar closely.

The scholar took a deep breath, held a folding fan, paced and shook his head and said loudly:

"A hundred flowers on land compete for fragrance,

The clear water and secluded pool are silently fragrant.

Do not compete with peaches and plums for the spring breeze,

In July, the fire brings coolness. "

Chen Yuan nodded silently. Compared with the one just now, this one is considered a poem, but it is the arrogance of this scholar that makes people disgusted.

"This poem is for Miss Xiaoyue."

The scholar's eyes slowly swept across the group of people, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Yuan, can you compose an impromptu poem to suppress this kid's limelight?" Wang Ping snorted softly and said in a low voice.

"I haven't read as many books as you, so how can I write poetry?"

Chen Yuan cast a glance at Wang Ping.

It is possible to copy a few songs, but it is completely meaningless because a woman from a brothel is jealous. Although this woman is beautiful, Chen Yuan is not the kind of person who can't walk when he sees a woman.

There is no benefit worth his shot, why should he stand out?

His purpose of coming here is to suspect that Xiaoyue has something to do with luck. Since there is no such thing, Chen Yuan doesn't want to cause more trouble.

"Too……"

Wang Ping muttered something.

The main reason is that Chen Yuan's words were shown to him before, and he subconsciously thought that Brother Yuan had ink in his stomach.

"Is there anything better than this son?"

The old bustard exclaimed.

Xiaoyue's eyes moved slightly, and her charm flowed, and she swept over everyone one by one, and finally landed on Chen Yuan, thinking about something.

"I would like to compete with you brothers."

The scholar smiled softly, looking at all kinds of people who were sent down, with some contempt in his eyes.

He has read poetry and books for several years, and only copied this poem from a friend before. How could he be defeated by this mere county town?

"Boy, don't be too rampant."

The big man just now threatened.