The night is quiet and the breeze is gentle.

After getting the most difficult things, I feel much more relaxed. I can’t forget the business of starting a shop to do business and being a tycoon.

In February of the morning, there are all dancers in the Guan Family Singing House on Yanglou Street, and there are many scholars and tourists, and the flowers are in the wine pool and fragrant yam and medicine sea. There are unique Youfang alleys and Yanguan song halls. They are thousands of people, so they do not want to be broken.

There is a restaurant opposite the Dongjiao Tower, named Guiyun Pavilion, which is adjacent to Pipayuan. The largest Kitchen House in Bianjing is also on this street. Cao Hua was quite jealous of this prosperous area and only felt that opening a restaurant was too wasteful. He could not make a jewellery shop and could not make a fortune every day.

Pipa Garden is an official property, and every literary event is held here. In early spring, the Pipa Club led by several great scholars in the court is the focus of attention of literati and ladies. Many scholars have arrived in advance and looked around the scenery and brewed poems.

He was walking around Yanglou Street, thinking about how to climb down Guiyun Tower when he saw a burly man running down from Guiyun Tower in a scholar's robe.

The man with annoyed face looked sharp-eyed. Seeing him was like seeing a savior, he ran over with two steps:

"Master!"

This person is named Yuchi Hu. He is Cao Hua's former friend and Cao Hua's only friend. His ancestors were founding heroes and were brothers with Taizu of the dynasty. Yuchi Hu himself was a standard playboy. He liked to kidnap ignorant girls home to add a house in the name of discussing poetry.

He had never seen Yuchi Hu, but based on his voice, he guessed the identity of the person. The only young master in Bianjing called him that, and he heard Han'er talk about it.

Seeing the man running over, he quickly waved his hand to signal not to shout, and turned into the alley next to Guiyun Tower.

Yuchi Hu ran into the alley happily, looked at Cao Taisui who looked cold-faced, and said, "Master, you have to help me this time. Zhou Bangyan's bullying people actually said in front of the courtesan Minglou that the poem I wrote was not good, who am I? The son of Duke Zheng, who is called brothers and brothers to His Royal Highness..."

"Get it out!"

He quickly raised his hand, unable to stand this fool. Zhou Bangyan had heard of the famous talented man in the Northern Song Dynasty, but he should be fifty or sixty years old. He heard that he had an affair with Li Shishi, but he didn't expect that he would have the interest to attack this fool.

"If you have something to say, what poem did you write? Zhou Gong said it would not work?"

"Duke Zhou?" Yuchi Hu blinked, not caring about this title. He helped the scarf above his head and said seriously: "A few days ago, someone gave his father an old turtle. I was so excited at that time that I wrote a poem "Big Turtle Fu": A turtle is two feet long, and the turtle shell is larger than a mountain. One day, it turns over and the four legs are facing the sky shell. My father said he is unparalleled. How dare they say this is not a poem? Master, please give me a judgment. Isn't this bullying?"

He touched his chin: "It's quite domineering."

Yuchi Hu clapped his hands and burst into tears. He immediately turned around and wanted to go to the restaurant. He said fiercely: "These bird men, Cao Gong, have spoken, see if they dare to say that my poems are not good."

"Wait!" Cao Hua hurriedly grabbed him when he heard this. He had enough dirty water on his body, but he didn't want to offend anyone anymore.

Yuchi Hu was stunned and turned around and puzzled: "Master, can you think that my poem cannot be on the table?"

Do you still know?

He was really not good at hitting the fool, he hesitated for a moment and said softly: "The poem is good, but it is not suitable for the current atmosphere. It is a peaceful and peaceful country. How can you let the turtle turn over?"

Yuchi Hu frowned slightly, feeling it made sense, so he said distressedly: "What should I do? Those literati must be laughing at me upstairs. Why don't you write a poem for me to copy? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,

He was embarrassed by these few calls from "Master". After thinking for a while, he waved: "This is only once, I won't be the case!"

"Okay, okay!" Yuchi Hu hurried over and listened carefully.

Ruddy...

Soon, Yuchi Hu frowned and thought for a long time and said, "It's not bad, I just don't understand."

He was so angry that he raised his hand and pointed out the alley: "Get out!"

Yuchi Hu ran away and rushed upstairs.

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After sending Yuchi Hu away, he turned around and continued to look at Guiyun Pavilion. After walking around, he found that it was too big and there was not enough funds to settle down, so he wanted to find a smaller shop around.

After walking around for half an hour, I was attracted by a small shop for buying tofu. The location was very good. The window paper on the second floor of the small building was already sallow, reflecting the old woman's busy silhouette.

It was difficult for Cao Hua to come to discuss business without a man, so he turned around and walked back.

It was getting late, and tourists on Yanglou Street returned home one after another.

He trotted on the road along the inland river. There were no street lights, and he could see a figure walking slowly in front of him.

The woman has narrow shoulders and round buttocks, which is a good place to grow up. The scenery below her waist is quite brilliant. She murmured on the road: "The rain on the sky is as soft as a soft place, and the grass is close to it but there is no..." She was very stunning and was about to hit the willow tree on the shore before she suddenly stopped. She changed direction and continued to mutter.

He stopped and couldn't help but feel proud.

It seems that it really shocked the audience. I don’t know if Yuchi Hu’s soul can bring the beauty back.

Unfortunately, the woman ahead soon gave the answer: "It's the best place to go for the year, and the stunning beauty is in the imperial capital...it's not written by one person at all, it's so strange..."

What? It's the best place to go for the year, and the stunning beauty is in the imperial capital?

He was stunned for a long time, and didn't remember when he had said these two words to Yuchi Hu. It must be that stupid and stupid man who deliberately changed this way to please the beauty.

Seeing that the woman in front of him was almost walking into the river, he quickly said, "The best spring benefits of the year are better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital."

The woman was shocked and stood there for a long time before muttering: "The rain on the sky is as moist as soft as a slim, and the grass is close to each other but there is no such thing. The most benefit of spring in the year is better than the smoke and willows. No wonder, it turns out that it was Yuchi Hu who was backfiring..."

Thinking of this, the woman suddenly remembered something, turned around and trotted excitedly, wanting to visit the talented man who wrote this poem.

Four eyes are opposite!

I have confirmed that I am the person I don’t want to meet the most.

He looked shocked, but he didn't expect that the woman in front of him was Chen Jingliu, the only daughter of the official family, who was almost insulted by him when he came.

Chen Jingliu, wearing a Luo shirt, walked up and was stunned for a moment before recognizing the Kyoto Taisui who was dressed in disguise.

Last night, she escaped by chance and didn't dare to go out for several days. Her father's official Weibo account Yan Qing couldn't make the decision for her, so she could only endure the loss. Unexpectedly, this evil man would secretly follow him in the middle of the night.

"ah!"

With a scream, Chen Jingliu was so scared that she was as if she had seen a ghost. She was still a little poetic. She retreated repeatedly, her feet were unstable and sat on the ground, and she screamed again with a sob.

Seeing this, he hurried forward to help her up, but he didn't expect that as soon as he reached out his hand, Chen Jingliu got up like crazy and scolded angrily: "Even if I die, I will not obey you, a wicked man."

After saying that, Chen Jingliu turned over and plunged into the inland river, hoping to save the reputation of death.

Plop! Splashing water!

"I'll go!"
Chapter completed!