[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"Brother Yuan and Mr. Lu are so familiar?" The Wenhui had already ended, and those people with ulterior motives came here in high spirits and returned in disappointment.

Mo Tiangong looked drunk, half leaning against the low table, pretending not to hear the voices who came to compliment and bid farewell.As for Ye Gucheng, no matter who walked over, no matter who said anything, he didn't even lift his eyes, who else would make fun of himself?

When Yun Yuan got up lazily, Mo Tiangong suddenly woke up and asked with clear eyes.

"It's not familiar. It's just..." Yun Yuan thought of the story of Mr. Lu, and read out a touching poem.Even a semi-saint can't escape "love".

"It's just... how forgetful I am when I get old, but I never forget lovesickness." The two of them connected to the song "Baitou Yin", and they realized it immediately.

"I'm so forgetful when I'm old, but I don't forget... lovesickness?" Ye Gucheng repeated this sentence, a wry smile overflowed from the corner of his lips.Yeah?So my mother took so much luxury, drank so much Fusheng, is it because of lovesickness?

Even Mo Tiangong, who is unrestrained and romantic, can't think of any words to continue.He has a lower view on emotions than anyone else, and he is not able to understand what kind of woman can make a semi-sage remember for hundreds of thousands of years.

"I don't know about lovesickness, but I know how to enjoy myself in time." Mo Tiangong moved his muscles and bones carelessly, and looked at him with a slightly evil look with his discharge eyes.

"Brother Yuan and I hit it off when we first met, but we didn't talk about it for long. Seeing you again today, I believe in the word fate."

"Would you like to be romantic for a day when we talk lightly and deeply?" No matter what words Mo Tiangong said, it seemed that there was a breath of freedom.I can't grasp it, I can't figure it out, but I still have a heart.

"Fengyuelou Fengyuelou, always have to see it, the real 'Fenghuaxueyue'."

Yun Yuan understood what he meant.Fengyuelou has Qingwan, so naturally there are...prostitutes.

Perhaps it is the reason for the contention of a hundred schools of thought, and the social atmosphere is extremely open.Qing Guan can be entrusted to the person in love for the rest of his life, and prostitution is not an indecent occupation. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Guan Zhong of the State of Qi asked women to use this as a profession to earn money and make the country rich and powerful.Therefore, the reputation of prostitutes is not as bad as that of later generations.

No one can force prostitutes here, money is just a prerequisite.Then prostitutes are up for grabs, if you see the right one, you will have a good night, get together and get together, if you don't see the right one... just go as far as you can.

The money of many children from poor families is not enough to meet the Qing Dynasty. The prostitutes are also talented, and they are even more favored by them.There are also many stories among them that prostitutes in turn subsidized the literati's money, and the literati paid generously after high school.

At this time, there is still the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and men pay attention to affection, so Ye Gucheng and others are young and have not yet married.The prostitutes can be their confidante when they are young.Many literati also compared their reputation among famous prostitutes, not taking it as a scandal, but proud of it.It even made people admire it.

But Mo Tiangong was able to say such a thing outright, it was enough... capricious.Yun Yuan really couldn't think of any words to describe him, so he didn't bother to think about it.Having said that, Mo Tiangong, a reckless and slutty person, has the best reputation in the mouths of the courtesans and prostitutes of the Seven Kingdoms!

Ye Gucheng stood up calmly, Yun Yuan thought that this person who wanted to lose face walked away in a huff.But Ye Gucheng took a look at him and said, "Go together."

go together!go together? !What the hell!Are you not noble?Is it natural for men to go to this place?Yun Yuan grumbled in his heart, smiled and nodded.He didn't admit that he was also very curious, what kind of scene would it be if the brothels shown in those TV dramas were changed to this world?

When he got there, Yun Yuan realized that his thinking was too superficial.The women there were quietly fondling the piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, with soft veils covering their faces, and the remaining pair of pretty eyes occasionally looked at the three of them.

Afterwards, several women took off their veils one after another. They were all pink and shy, their faces were better than flowers, and they were not vulgar.What they lack compared to Qingguan is a talent and a piece of luck.

"Ah."

Yun Yuan originally thought that this place would be reduced to vulgarity many times, with makeup and powder on his nostrils, he couldn't help but chuckled when he saw such a scene.Never determine a thing by imagination, he was taught.

"Brother Yuan has someone he likes?" Mo Tiangong skillfully ordered a few dishes, and when it was time for lunch, they had nothing in their stomachs except wine.Although Wen Qi can suppress hunger, why treat yourself badly?

In fact, most of the women looked at Yun Yuan.His face is the most popular one today, and the black coat added a bit of mystery and elegance to the slightly immature face, but the young man's brows were full of flair, and those clear and indifferent eyes completely caught the hearts of these women.

"Tsk. Next time, I will definitely come here with Brother Yuan." They all sat on the ground.Mo Tiangong propped himself on the back with one hand, half lying down and teasing.From time to time, he glanced at the women around him, and his familiar posture was much calmer than that of Yun Yuan who came here for the first time.

Ye Gucheng didn't say a word, but if a woman offered him more wine, he didn't refuse, but nodded gently, a bit more gentle than those gentlemen.

The literati here do not seem to really look down on prostitutes, and are proud of their reputation among them.

From here, it can be seen that the human race is really in a prosperous age!At this time, compared with the open folk customs of the Tang Dynasty, it is even worse.

"Master, you are joking." A woman who looked as gentle as water heard Mo Tiangong's complaint, and replied softly.

Mo Tiangong smiled noncommittally, then poured a glass of wine himself, and handed it to Yun Yuan.He, Yun Yuan, is Mo Tiangong's recognized friend.He knew that Yun Yuan understood him.

He has wandered in the wind, flowers, snow and moon all his life, and he has made many friends from all over the world, but they are just acquaintances who nod.He didn't know how many times he was preached by the elders in his family because of his own temper.

Those literati who pretended to be noble, because of his title and flattery invited him, turned around and satirized his mediocre poems and songs.It's not that he doesn't know how to compose poetry, otherwise how could he have passed the Jinshi examination all the way.He just doesn't want to do those prescribed poems.

Why do poems have to be level and tones, and why should they rhyme?So that day when Yun Yuan answered him "Fenghuaxueyue", he knew that this person was very similar to him, but the young man's appearance concealed the arrogance in his heart.

And when Yun Yuan wrote "Will Enter the Wine", he believed that this person was the only confidant in this life.He, Mo Tiangong, was cynical and looked around the world while laughing. Although he was a young man, he saw the world more clearly than himself.

So he pretended not to see Ye Gucheng's surprised gaze, and was willing to pour a glass of wine for his confidant with the most precious pair of mechanism-making hands in his life.

"The Mo family loves all their lives, but I respect only one person."

"Brother Yuanyuan." Mo Tiangong smiled, and held the wine glass firmly with his slender and flexible hands, without any ripple in the wine.

Yun Yuan was silent for a while, took the wine glass from him with his fair hand, raised his head to cover his sleeves, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Here, don't call him Brother Yuan." Yun Yuan said flatly with a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, how can he play happily with these beauties if you call him so small!I really want to flip the table angrily!

If someone invites me as a confidant, I will return my true nature.

"Ha! Hahaha!" Mo Tiangong's rare and serious expression was completely ruined, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.How could this kid say such words with such an expression?

"I don't know how Brother Yuan and Brother Ye met?" Mo Tiangong calmly changed his words without entanglement with Yun Yuan.

Ye Gucheng put down his chopsticks.The pitch-black eyes lowered, fixedly staring at Yun Yuan, which made people feel pressured.

"I've always wanted to ask..." The man's voice was low and soothing, lingering in his ears for a long time.

"That day, who do you think I am?" Ye Gucheng could never forget Yun Yuan after that firework.How can a person who broke his obsession forget?

Confused by love, the mother gave up her long life.But what about him?With a long lifespan, do you want to live without desire?I don't understand, I don't want to understand.

Gradually, he felt the pain caused by wanting nothing.

"I wrote a novel when I had nothing to do. The Lord of Baiyun City in it is called Ye Gucheng. Ye Gucheng of 'Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city of Wanren Mountain'." Yun Yuan wrote that name, Ye Zishi different.

Writing a novel is not done on the spot.How could he let Yun Yi take care of him after time travel?Selling poetry is not a long-term solution.So he chose to publish novels, which is the fastest and longest way for literati to make money.

The novels here are very barren, and most of them are the love affairs of talented scholars and beautiful women, or the fantasy of being promoted.There is really no such genre as martial arts.As long as "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" is slightly modified, and the settings of various theories of the fire of life are added, it will be a hit.

And he feels that nothing absorbs faith more than popular fiction.

"..." Ye Gucheng couldn't think of any words to describe the fluctuation in his heart.When the name with the same pronunciation was revealed from the young man's lips, he felt that something was about to break through the ground.

"'The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city of Wanren Mountain'..." Ye Gucheng suddenly closed his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

"'The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city of Wanren Mountain'..." His voice was a little hoarse, and he got up and leaned on the railing, with his back to the crowd, repeating this poem over and over again.

what's the situation?Thinking of Baiyun City Lord, of course this poem came to mind?It's just a broken poem, so it shouldn't make people like Ye Gucheng... cry, right?

Everyone was confused by the tragic desolation of this sentence.Only Yun Yuan noticed the tears streaming down the man's expressionless face.

"It's sad, it's ridiculous." Ye Gucheng finally uttered these words, suppressed all the complicated expressions, and returned to his cold appearance.

Why is he moved?Because isn't he the lonely city in the mountains?Even in all kinds of lives, he will always be accompanied by loneliness.This world is too cold, so cold that he, who loves the night the most, can hardly bear it.

"Yun, Yuan." The man read out these two words word by word again, and his blood-colored eyes showed the most complicated look in the world.