Hell, run away, the little milk baby is coming to the underworld again.

"We've already spent money, why are you stopping us?" Li Qian asked dissatisfied.

The turtle slave raised his head arrogantly, "Do you think it's enough to look after our oiran and have money?"

Then he pointed to a painting next to him and said: "Use this painting as the title of a poem. If you can write it, you can go upstairs, but if you can't, you can go downstairs."

"Then if we can't compose a poem, will the money be returned to us?" Xie Keran asked.

The turtle slave looked Xie Keran up and down. He looked okay, but his clothes were shabby. I'm afraid the one hundred taels of silver was all he had, right?

He snorted, "How dare a poor man come to a place like this, to our Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and still want to take back the money you took out? Didn't you get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Xie Keran blushed, so he just asked.

When Xiao Yanbao saw that her fourth senior brother was being bullied, she decided not to do it. She could bully her senior brother, but not others.

"Who are you calling me poor? I will throw money at him until he makes amends to my fourth senior brother."

But after Xiao Yanbao finished speaking, he patted his head again, and his apprentice asked her to stay and watch the carriage.

Why! The apprentice should be brought here. The apprentice who is leaving this mouth substitute and hand substitute is really not used to it.

The young man took out a handful of gold leaves from his arms and said, "Sister, use this to smash it."

Xiao Yanbao grabbed it and was about to throw it away when he realized it was a gold leaf, and his little hand immediately pulled it back.

Subconsciously, I put it in my wishful thinking bag. It took me a few times to realize that the wishful thinking bag was not on me.

Just stuffed them all into my arms.

The young man shook his head amusedly, this sister really likes gold.

The young man turned his head and glanced at Li Qian and Gui Que.

The two people understood immediately, took out pieces of silver from their arms and smashed them at the turtle slave.

Every piece of silver was not lost, and every piece of silver was hit on the head of Turtle Slave, making Turtle Slave scream.

The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

Xiao Yanbao was so happy that he clapped his hands, attracting many people to watch.

At this time, a woman's voice came from outside the crowd, "Who is so bold as to come to my Xiaoxiang Pavilion to cause trouble?"

Then the crowd made a way, and a charming woman in her forties, with her hair covered in pearls and gold and silver, walked over.

There were two maids on the left and one on the right, and behind them were seven or eight strong men with whips in their hands.

The turtle slave covered his head with a big bag and pointed at Xiao Yanbao and the others, "They are the ones who beat people if they don't obey our rules."

Li Qian crossed his arms across his chest, "We beat people? Are you blind? Didn't you first dislike us for being poor, and then we rewarded you with some scattered silver for you to see."

The madam lowered her head and saw that there was a lot of scattered silver on the ground.

The madam snorted softly, "Is this how your family rewards money?"

"No, our young master is usually a bounty leaf, but today I feel that this dog slave is not worthy of a bounty leaf." Gui Que said coldly.

The madam glanced at the young man. Her eyes had seen countless people and were very poisonous. She had seen too many people of all kinds, especially dignitaries.

The anger on his face subsided, "Young Master, as the saying goes, nothing can be achieved without rules. Although our Xiaoxiang Pavilion is a place for entertainment and fun, there are also rules. Since you have entered this door, you should abide by our rules. You I’m afraid this is an insult to your status, right?”

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Does the boss lady know our identities?"

The madam's eyes flashed. How could someone from a small family be able to reward people with gold leaves?

"The young master has an extraordinary bearing, a jade tree stands in the wind, and a dignified appearance. He is naturally a young master from a wealthy family."

The young man whispered, thinking that he really recognized his identity.

"It's not that we don't abide by the rules of your Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it's just that the turtle slave dog looked down upon others, so we punished him a little," Gui Que said.

"I think you are deliberately looking for trouble because you can't write poetry." At this time, a voice sounded from outside the crowd.

Several people looked up and saw a man holding a folding fan and shaking his head walking in from the crowd.

The madam smiled when she saw the visitor, "Mr. Duan, of course no one can match your talents."

He Zhibai muttered quietly, "Look at the way he shakes his head and sways his tail, he is like a bottle of water that is not half full."

Li Qian was amused by He Zhibai's words.

Mr. Duan opened his fan with a snap, "If you are not convinced, then we will confront a pair. If we do, you can go in."

Then he glanced at the Madam.

The old bustard smiled and said: "Anyone who can write poems to Mr. Duan can certainly enter."

Li Qian and Gui Que glanced at their young master. They were good at fighting, but they were not good at poetry.

The boy didn't even bat an eyelid, but something he knew how to do at the age of three was worth his while.

"My sister can handle you alone."

Mr. Duan: This is the first time I have seen a baby holding a baby while visiting a flower house. A little baby is exchanging poems with me. Isn’t this an insult to me?

The people watching the excitement never thought it was a big deal, and shouted: I'm afraid these people are just born with a good skin and no ideas at all, right? Otherwise, a little baby will be pushed out.

After all, even if a little baby loses, there is no shame in it.

Xiao Yanbao: Brother, you praise me too much. I don’t even know the words, how can I know poetry?

It couldn't be that my brother didn't want to take him in and wanted to lose on purpose.

Why! She sighed heavily in her heart. This was not herding a duck into a shelf, but herding a duck into a soup pot. It would lead to a dead end!

Xiao Yanbao quickly opened his consciousness, Dahuang, Dahuang, come and save me, your master, I am about to be thrown into the soup pot.

[Master, Master, I am restrained by the paper talisman and cannot save you. I will be trampled to death when I get off the carriage. You'd better wish for yourself. 】

Xiao Yanbao: Well, you Dahuang, if you don't save me, I'll chop you up and make dumplings when you go back.

[Ouch, ow, ow, master, master, I’m teasing you, do you not know the words again? 】

Xiao Yanbao: Dahuang still understands her.

[This time it’s not about reading words, it’s about poetry. Dahuang, who is able to work hard, must be able to do it, right? 】

Dahuang: Master, I suspect you are PUAing me.

At this time, Mr. Duan couldn't wait to show off his talents. He shook his head while looking at the painting and chanted a song.

Everyone cheered in unison, "What a poem, what a poem!"

But the young man almost evoked a sarcastic smile.

Xiao Yanbao quickly used his spiritual consciousness to pass Duan's poem to Dahuang.

Dahuang: Fortunately, I am a tiger who loves to learn, otherwise I might have been chopped into pieces and made into dumplings by my master.

Big Huang said one sentence, and Xiao Yanbao learned one sentence.

When Xiao Yanbao finished speaking, there was silence all around. For a few breaths, someone shouted first, "Wonderful, wonderful, that's right. What a little prodigy."

Then there was a round of warm applause.

The young man looked at his sister intently, his joy was beyond words, and he could not even compose this poem.

Xiao Yanbao smiled and gave Dahuang a big thumbs up in his mind.

The young man named Duan said, "It's impossible. This poem was definitely not written by this child. It must have been told to her by the person holding her."