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Chapter 155: An Old Wit

Inside the package was a scroll. When the little old man slowly unfolded the scroll, Yuwen Chenglong was quickly attracted by the scroll.

Without it, what is painted on the scroll is a stunning beauty!

The person in the painting is a young woman in palace attire, leaning against the window and dressing up, looking up at the moon.

Different from the ordinary freehand painting method, this painting is purely drawn in white, but it is exquisite and delicate, with graceful manners and every detail.

And even though the young woman in royal attire in the painting only showed half of her face, she already looked like someone who would captivate a country!

"The person in the painting is the old wife!" Caressing the scroll, the little old man said in a dreamy voice.

Shocked that this old man had such a young and beautiful wife, Yu Wen Chenglong felt the fire of gossip boiling in his chest, and he quickly pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

It turned out that this old man came from a wealthy family. His family suffered a misfortune more than ten years ago and he was separated from his wife.

The old man's wife has disappeared, and the little old man himself is living in the world, wandering around.

Over the years, the little old man searched in many ways, but could never find any trace of his first wife.

Just after drinking a little more wine, the little old man couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of the past again and burst into tears.

"That's right! It's really hard to deal with your situation! You have been missing for more than ten years. Who knows where you will go in such a far-off place! Or you may encounter some unexpected events!"

"Nonsense! She must be alive! And she must be in Daxing City!" After hearing Yuwen Chenglong's words, the little old man immediately blew his beard and stared, his face full of sullenness, and he was ready to fight Yuwen Chenglong if he disagreed with him.

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"Yeah, yeah! You're alive if you say you're alive!" Without arguing with the little old man, Yuwen Chenglong said casually, "But, old man, how do you know she's still in Daxing City? Since you know where he is,

Then why not go to her directly?"

"Alas!" Hearing this, the old man's face immediately filled with despair, "How do I know where he is? I'm just guessing! With her appearance, she must have fallen into some deep house. Even if I knew she was there, I wouldn't be able to see her.

What a surprise! What's more, I really don't know where she is!"

"That's true! But, little old man, let me ask you, you also know how pretty your wife is. Logically speaking, a beauty of this level should have become famous long ago! How can I do this?

Never heard that there is such a beautiful woman in Daxing City?"

"Nonsense! My beloved wife is a serious lady, how can she be like those vulgar fans in the fireworks alley, showing up and being heard in the market every day!"

"Yes, that makes sense! But if your wife is really hiding in a deep house without leaving the house, it will be difficult to find someone!"

"Nonsense, if that weren't the case, how come I haven't found it yet! You little kid, didn't you brag just now that there was nothing you couldn't do? Why, there is nothing you can do now? You have no hair on your lips and you can't do things well.

, bragging to the sky!”

While saying this, the little old man looked at Yuwen Chenglong with contempt.

"Hey! Little old man, do you still have some skills? You also know how to provoke a general! Anyway, I am in a good mood today, so I will let you see what I can do!"

"You really have a way to help me find my beloved wife?" With eyes wide open, the little old man suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuwen Chenglong's little paw, his face full of disbelief.

"That's right! It doesn't matter who I am! In Daxing City, there are really not many things that I can't do!"

While he was talking nonsense, Yuwen Xiaomaganer's eyes were chattering, and he was obviously thinking something wrong.

Before the little old man could reach over to see how credible Yuwen Chenglong's words were, Yuwen Chenglong had already taken the lead and said, "I say, little old man, if I want to find your wife, the key is to land on you!

"….

"The key lies with the old man? How do you say this?" the little old man asked with surprise on his face.

"Think about it, according to you, your wife is working as a second wife in a wealthy family, so she can't show her face. Even if I am powerful, I can't go from house to house to check the household registration, right?"

"So, if you want to find a wife, the key is for you to find a way to let her know that you have come to Chang'an to find her!"

"So, if your wife wants to reunite with you, she will naturally find a way to find you, right?"

"Well, that's the truth! But how can I let her know that I have come to find her?"

"This is not easy. As long as you become famous and your name spreads throughout Daxing City, she will naturally know that you are here!"

"Then, old man, how can we make Daxing City famous?"

"Well, old man, I'm asking you, what are your abilities?"

"What does this have to do with whether the old man can find a wife?"

"If you don't have any skills, why are you famous in Daxing City? You don't understand this! I really don't know how you live to be so old!"

Being ridiculed by Yuwen Chenglong, the little old man was speechless for a while.

He looked around like a thief and hesitated for a long time. Seeing that no one seemed to notice him, the old man lowered his voice and said furtively, "I know how to compose poetry! I don't know, does this count as a skill?"

"Oh? I didn't realize that you, old man, are still a great talent!"

Turning his head and looking up and down again for a while, Yuwen Chenglong discovered that the old man was wearing coarse clothes. Although he was not unkempt, he was definitely disheveled!

After careful observation, this old man does have a bit of a book, but now his temples are weathered and his face is covered with forehead wrinkles.

Obviously, the little old man has not been living as he wished these past few years, and the aura of the world has long suppressed the scholarly spirit in his bones. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that this old man is also a scholar.

Nodding, Yuwen Chenglong said, "Then why don't you write a poem now? As long as you do well, I will definitely make you famous and make you famous in Daxing City! Let Daxing City be filled with people.

All the ladies and daughters-in-law are ogling you and throwing handkerchiefs at you! That way, even if you don’t find your wife, you won’t have to worry about not getting a wife, right?”

I don't know if he was moved by Yuwen Chenglong's words. The little old man raised his eyes and looked around, then lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He then raised his head, picked up the half bottle of wine on the table, raised his neck, and drank.

After drinking it dry, he shouted loudly and loudly, "Bring a pen and paper from the store!"

Next to him, the waiter had already prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones with Yuwen Chenglong's understanding. Seeing this, he quickly served them.

The little old man was not polite. He reached out and grabbed the wolf hair. He wrote a poem in a blur. At the end, he waved his hand, threw the wolf hair away, and then snatched it with his hands.

Yu Wen Chenglong had half a bottle of wine in his hand and drank it as he was thinking about himself, looking very satisfied and satisfied.

"Looking at it like this, could it be that this old man really wrote something shocking?"

With some doubts, Yuwen Chenglong leaned over and lowered his head to look, but saw two lines of poetry written on the paper:

Thousands of miles away, there is a strange wind and smoke. A crow suddenly scares you.

That can still sound like home to distant visitors.

"Is this the poem you made?" After reading it and pondering for a moment, Yuwen Chenglong raised his head and asked in confusion.

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