Walking into the private room, several tables were placed on both sides of the room. Behind one of them sat a young man with a fat head and big ears, and sitting on the left and right were a young girl. They should be the poems and poems that the madam mentioned.

painted.

The young man was doing popular science work for the two girls: "You know, in the mountains and forests of Northeast China, there is a kind of tiger. It is the largest tiger in our country. It is called the Siberian tiger. The Siberian tiger is really the best among beasts.

King, you usually see lynxes and wild boars, and you have to run around them when you see them. But for such a king of beasts, his time usually does not exceed three breaths, which is less than one-half of what I just did!" After that,

Put on a proud look.

"Wow, Mr. Fang is so great!" The two girls clapped their hands in admiration, and Mr. Fang was very proud.

After Li Zhi came in with Zheng Lang, they each found a case table and sat down. Zhao Yao thought about it and didn't sit alone, so he sat next to Zheng Lang.

The guests and hosts sat down, and various kinds of delicacies and fruits were served continuously. Li Zhi introduced both parties. The fat-headed and big-eared young man opposite him was Yiai, the landlord today. And he introduced Zhao Yao.

At that time, Zhao Yao only said that she was Zheng Lang's concubine, and Zhao Yao had no objection.

Fang Yiai was astonished to Zheng Lang. He had been in the brothels of Chang'an for several years. Which of his colleagues came secretly without telling the family and dared to blatantly bring his concubine with him? Brother Lang in front of him was really the number one

People, you still have to learn from it.

This circle also values ​​one's strength first and worships the strong. Fang Yiai gave Zheng Lang a toast respectfully.

Different from modern times, modern KTVs usually only open after 7 p.m. Zheng Langyao remembers that when he was still at work, when he came home from work after a tiring day, the ladies from the nightclub next door were seated.

Dressed up, they rushed to work. In ancient times, brothels were open from lunch, and they also served lunch and afternoon tea. Literati, celebrities, and dignitaries could stay there from noon to midnight.

After a few glasses of wine and something to eat, it was finally time for the exciting girl selection session. The madam led a group of girls with their own characteristics lined up in the private room. They were both fat and thin, each with their own merits. Of course,

, the above is what Zheng Lang guessed. With Zhao Yao on his side, Zheng Lang must focus all his attention on the food on the table in front of him, and his head cannot exceed an angle of fifteen degrees.

Fang Yiai and Li Zhi humbly said: "Brother Lang, you are a guest, you choose first!"

Haha, I'm afraid you're not asking me to choose the way to die.

Seeing that Zheng Lang didn't raise his head for a long time, Li Zhi said: "Brother Lang, maybe it's because I love my concubine, and I can't let go. Listen to me, the man still has to be the leader at home. Why should you consider your mother when it comes to such important matters for the family and the country?"

their opinions.”

That's not what you said when Wu Meiniang was here just now.

Zhao Yao opened his mouth to save the situation and said, "How about I choose the prime minister for you." Fang Yiai was shocked again. Brother Lang was indeed well-educated, but Li Zhi was just talking nonsense out of jealousy.

Zhao Yao actually just thought it was fun. She had never been to a modern nightclub, let alone a brothel in the Tang Dynasty. It was really fun to join in the fun and play with Zheng Lang. So, past the whole team of girls, the old bustard

Chosen by Zhao Yao, he sat on the other side of Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang couldn't help but cry in his heart. I do control Yujie, but this is Yujie pro.

Li Zhi also chose two girls to accompany him. When the girls took their seats, everyone began to drink and have fun. The literary style of the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, and soon the topic of conversation turned to poetry recitation. Zheng Lang didn't understand this, so he concentrated on cooking and watching.

Li Zhi and Fang Yiai hugged each other, but Zhao Yao didn't dare to touch him on the left side, and the madam on the right didn't want to touch them. This brothel was a waste of time.

Li Zhi stood up and said: "Today we are in a brothel, how about we each write a poem on this topic?"

Then he continued to talk to himself: "Then let me start the show first and show off my embarrassment. The daughter of a brothel is fifteen or sixteen, and the servant girl is dressed in a beautiful dress. My daughter has learned how to dance and pay homage to me, and I have learned the Liangzhou song as a newcomer."

After reciting a quatrain, everyone clapped and applauded. Although Zheng Lang didn't understand what he was saying, at this time, it was always right to cheer.

"Good poem, good poem. Brother Li is a great talent!" Fang Yiai said: "That little brother has also made a fool of himself, and I asked some brothers to correct me. The arrogant horse has its feet on the iron rails, and is wiped out with a whip from thousands of miles away. The beauty of the brothel is gone.

Like a flower, she smiles and lifts the pearl curtain to invite guests in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Lang took the lead in applauding. This poem is good. His literary level can tell that it has extraordinary momentum. He can be whipped thousands of miles away and be stunned. This is not equivalent to the sword immortal who is thousands of miles away.

To take someone's head is to take someone thousands of miles away... This kind of style is really fascinating.

It is said that Fang Yiai is the youngest son of Fang Xuanling. He usually has no academic skills and only knows how to drink and have fun all day long. This rumor cannot be fully believed. His literary talent is still acceptable, so he couldn't help but raise his glass in toast.

Next, it was Zheng Lang's turn. Unfortunately, there was no wifi here, so he couldn't search for poems online, and he was not prepared before coming. Zheng Lang was a little confused for a moment. Poems about brothels? Well, there seems to be such a poem, oh, yes, I remember it.

Got it!

Zheng Lang came forward confidently, raised his glass with his left hand, and said as if he was possessed by a poet, "Butterhouse outside the mountain? No, there is a brothel in the green mountains outside the mountain. When does the singing and dancing in Chang'an stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk.

Chang'an will be prosperous."

As soon as he finished reading, there was a sound of a wine glass falling to the ground. Fang Yiai was stunned, his mouth was big enough to stuff an egg, and Li Zhi, conservatively estimated that he could stuff a goose egg. Zheng Lang nodded silently, and sure enough,

What Brother Lang can remember are all famous works through the ages. Although a few words have been changed, causing the rhyme and rhyme to be inconsistent, the effect is still astonishing. I have fixed this one!

Li Zhi finally closed his mouth, raised his finger in panic and pointed at Zheng Lang and said, "Brother-in-law, what are you talking about?"

Just as he was about to continue talking, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a richly dressed nobleman walked in. The young man shouted loudly: "Who is so bold and dares to mention anti-poetry in broad daylight!"

Zheng Lang was surprised, why did I write an anti-poem? I didn’t remember the author of the poem just now. Could it have been written by Song Jiang? Zhao Yao laughed loudly and bent down. This was really funny.

In order to adapt to the situation, Zheng Lang cleverly changed Chang'an to Daxing. The city of Chang'an was indeed called Daxing, but it was in the hands of the Sui Dynasty. After Li and Tang established their political power, Daxing was changed to Chang'an. This poem originally

It was written in the Southern Song Dynasty. After the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Gou fled south and established the Southern Song Dynasty in Lin'an, that is, Hangzhou. The original intention of the poem was to ridicule the dignitaries who had forgotten the national humiliation and had no intention of going north to regain their old lands. They only drank and had fun all day long.

Hangzhou, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, was regarded as Bianzhou, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty.

But after Zheng Lang changed it, it naturally turned into a joke about the survivors of the previous dynasty living happily in this dynasty, singing and singing every day, and forgetting their ancestors. You know, the Sui Dynasty has only passed not long ago, and there are even people standing on top of the current court. There are many ministers left over from the previous dynasty, including the fathers of Fang Yiai and Li Zhi opposite...
Chapter completed!