【May monthly ticket repayment 1】

In the villa of the Yang family in the suburbs of Beijing, all kinds of fresh fruits hanging on the branches are particularly decorated with the richness of the golden autumn. The small red mud furnace is boiled from the mountain spring, and the tea aroma is even more elegant. What's more, there is Ding Rongcheng, a world-famous city. Even the concubines next to them feel that they are in this place, and are simply infected with the romantic feelings of famous scholars.

"Brother Yang, let them retreat." Ding Yi was quite depressed, but he really had no way to deal with Yang Shan. He just said that the emperor suspected him, and then he pestered Ding Yi to test whether he could lie so that Ding Yi could not detect it from his pulse and facial muscles. Then he called more than a dozen beautiful women, including not only a few red cards from the brothels in the capital, but also the role of the popular opera troupe in the Liyuan.

But Yang Shan still laughed heartlessly: "It's the real celebrity who is romantic, isn't it just you? You, a scholar, can make them sad? The old brother is the most impatient and crying, so let them go. Otherwise, what's wrong with Jiaming and beautiful lady? You and I have the same trick as each other? Could it be that if you are good at Long Yang? I don't like this, I'll let the servants find you two handsome young men?"

The more he spoke, the more he became more and more dissatisfied. What Ding Yi could do was to clarify that he was definitely not a manly style, and then he could only smile bitterly. There were a bunch of belles and people around him, and they seemed to be in and out for social events. They were soft and soft and soft words and said Ding Yi's proud things, and they praised Yang Shan's talent and knowledge in different ways, which really made people feel uncomfortable.

However, Mr. Ding was said by Yang Shan before, and he was so nervous that he was so confused that he was fascinated by the way he imitated the prime minister all day long, but he was still not as cunning as the prime minister. At this time, he forced himself to smile, but he could not hide the lonely expression in his eyes.

But when I looked at those women, I had a third taste of independence from the foundation of the romantic and famous scholars. Originally, the three words Ding Rongcheng were already the murmurs in the dreams of many brothel women. Men are famous, rich and powerful, which is enough to make people addicted.

They imagined and looked forward to such men, one day, taking them out of the cave of gold.

What's more, Ding Yi's never slackened training in the past two years made him look particularly strong and slender. Under the halo of the famous scholar, he has a good face. How could he not teach these women to fall in love with him? This made them more fascinated. They surrounded Ding Yi and showed off his tricks of being mixed up...

Don’t think that these girls are prostitutes. There is a big difference between one character next to the other character next to the other character next to the girl. They don’t sell themselves, so it is not the final say of most of them. However, once they sell themselves clearly, their value will naturally drop.

In the shed where poor people gather, they are flirting with the miserable women in the place. How much business does it take to take to get over the tangled heads of girls' school books, poetry and piano talks in Zuixian Pavilion? They are versatile, and they can be easily picked up by chess, books and essays, books and essays, and they will never get bored.

At this time, someone could not squeeze around Ding Yi and took a handful of pipa. He pulled it away, but it was the song "Beijing Yangzhou Road" circulated by Ding. A girl listened to it, took two chopsticks, and then hit the plates decorated with sparse fruits around her. The drum beat and the pipa were eagerly urged, making Ding Yi look back and smile with bright eyes and bright teeth. If it weren't for something in his heart, Ding Yi would probably be drunk in the girl holding the pipa inverted, and the eyes that were like a cut of autumn water.

Ding Yi felt that if he continued like this, he would be unable to struggle with the entanglement of this gentle place. If the women around him were all ugly and hateful, or had a charming and vulgar speech, he could see nothing, but his skin was as skin as snow and picturesque, not to mention that people like him, saying "More than ten thousand miles of flat sand, where are the birds staying? The enemy rode hunting Changyuan, and go gracefully by the river." He sang "Ya Zhang left Fengque, and the iron cavalry surrounded the Dragon City. The snow was dark and the flag was withered, and the wind was mixed with drums." Finally, he whispered the previous sentence "Why don't a man bring Wu hook!" He held the goblet in his hand and shouted crisply: "How great! If a child is taught to be a man, how dare he not behave as a man?" He came over to persuade him to drink, but how could the man refuse?

Besides raising his head and drinking this cup, what else can Ding Yi be able to do? Even if he wants to burn the piano and cook the crane, he still needs to have a reason for his attack. He can't pull the box for no reason and give these delicate girls old fists, right? Then the general will not be crazy about the famous scholars, nor will it burn the piano and cook the crane, but will hit the evil and ghosts.

The fate of pretending to be crazy is bad. Lu Zhong is an example, and Ding Yike doesn't plan to do this.

"You are so kind that you can't help but let your students down." Ding Yi asked the beauties to ask him to compose new songs and new lyrics. After a moment of meditating, he nodded and said, "For a moment, he felt the feelings, and the words were straightforward, and he asked all the essays to be elegant and upright." Immediately, someone went to look for the pen and ink, someone went to get musical instruments, and only taught the new lyrics, it was easy to learn.

Yang Shan was not afraid of the big deal when he was watching the excitement, and incited him on the side: "If the person who wrote lyrics in vernacular is the first person in ancient times, even Bai Juyi, when it comes to this straightforwardness, he must give in to the three things." How could this be praised? This is obviously a mockery, and Yang Shan added another sentence, "The charm of the straightforwardness is too vulgar and cannot be tasted. It is better to follow the rhythm."

Ding Yi ignored him, knocked his fingers on the table for a few beats, and then sang softly: "It's such a deep night, when it rains, even the stars will be extinguished..." He raised his head and looked at the girls who had already started accompaniment according to the melody, but sang a sentence, "What kind of appointment did you go?"

It was said that it was inspired, but with such straightforward words, the girls felt trembling in their hearts when they heard it.

Ding Yi shook his head with a wry smile, and then sang it. When he sang to the end, "If I were on the street of temptation, if I was born in the midnight of Shenlun, would your heart be bleeding for me? From now on, my heart was gone..." But he looked up and looked around, and the beautiful people around him hung their heads, and there was a vague sound of sobs.

What makes people cry is not Ding Yi's slightly out-of-tune song, nor is it the lyrics that are as straightforward as the words in the market, but their own shadows, their lonely figures at midnight, their beloved men who have close their eyes but are unable to stay with their family background because of money and family background. The tears on their strings are originally in their hearts, but they are only touched by Ding Yi at this time.

"Oh, Ding Rujin is so desolate!" Yang Shan smiled helplessly and waved his hand to teach the girls to retreat.

But they looked up at Ding Yi, but no longer looked at the famous Ding Rongcheng. At this time, Ding Yi was no longer Ding Yi just now. A beautiful man passed by him and sighed in tears: "If Rongcheng is there, there will be no need for slaves!" But he cried and left.

Some people also bowed to him, but praised him, "Mr. Rongcheng is hateful, is slaves have a weak life, and is he crazy?" The hateful is that Ding Yi just hooked up their deliberately maintaining smiles, pointed out the worldly style in his heart, and ejaculated the sadness. Some beautiful woman smiled bitterly, "Mr. Rongcheng is famous outside the gates and is famous all over the world. How can he do Liu Qibian's behavior again? Alas..."

Ding Yi could only smile bitterly and answer the gifts one by one, but for him, these girls finally stepped down, giving him a rare quietness, so that they could tell Yang Shan something serious: "Brother Yang, you won't say "There is no time" to me for no reason, and call me, I think it's a lesson for me, why bother to play like this?"

"Yes, my brother invited you here, of course it was not to scare you, nor to teach you how Ding Rujin made the beauty cry." Yang Shan finally said a rare thing, and called the housekeeper to whisper a few words, but even sent the servants who were serving the tea. In this huge back garden, only he and Ding Yi were left.

Then Yang Shan brewed a round of tea himself and said, "Even if there is not much time, what about you, if you are in Jin? It is said that if the king wants his minister to die, his minister has to die! How can I imagine if there is a way to think about it? So what's wrong with being a beautiful girl to accompany you to comfort this short time?"

Ding Yishou took a sip of tea and laughed: "At least, I can drag you into the water, Brother Yang, let's go together on the road of the underworld. Brother Yang came up with some tricks, and Ding sold some strength, but he couldn't tell. Let's get the Ten Palaces of Hell down, and we went to Dangdang. Follow me, it's a good way. I wonder what Brother Yang thought?"

Yang Shan's face changed drastically, saying that the Ten Palaces of Hell was referring to, and it was self-evident. This was not a word of almost treason, but a word of treason! How dare Ding Yi come to say such words to him in broad daylight? Yang Shan's heart turned sharply, but he thought about it but found that he had no handle in Ding Yi's hands, and then he let out a breath.

Unexpectedly, Ding Yi put down the teacup and said, "Brother Yang invited me here to plot with me to kill Yama on the road to the underworld. But this kind of thing must be well promoted to teach everyone in the world that it is. Such ambition is to be buried in his chest? Hahahaha!" As he said that, he smiled and slapped the table.

It was nothing, but when Ding Yi was entangled by these girls, he thoughts in his mind, but he could feel that Yang Shan’s thoughts were not that simple. If it was really for the sake of the emperor to warn him, he would not have taught anyone to send a message to invite Ding Yi over.

"Robber!" Yang Shan glared at Ding Yi and squeezed out this sentence.

What is the plot against Yan Luo? Ding Yi said that he wanted to promote Yang Shan’s rebellion! He wanted to take Yang Shan’s back after he died.

"Brother Yang is too rewarded, so I don't dare to take it! The so-called "Chin" close to Zhu, is very close to Brother Yang, and he is always inseparable from it..."

"Those two sentences are like when Jin opened the Nanjing Branch of Thunder Academy..." Yang Shan pointed to the sky, "What he said in the palace is not what he said recently." This is a big difference. What he said at that time was the problem that Ding Yi was facing at that time. Maybe he had already passed this level at that time.

Ding Yi smiled and said nothing. Since the girls left, Ding Yi had guessed this possibility.

This is just in line with Yang Shan’s psychological profile. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!

ps: There is a delay or no owed, repay the debt at the end of May first
Chapter completed!