This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 20 Coincidence
Looking at the serious expression on the face of the handsome boy.

On the contrary, Yunyou was a little stunned for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed in those soft eyes.

Is the slave family wrong?
She tried her best to think about it, and she was right, she really meant a hundred taels of silver.

"How... can't it be true?"

After all, Yunyou is a vixen with a long history of understanding and sophistication. He was only stunned for a moment and then smiled, charming with peach blossoms, stretched out his white hand into his left sleeve, and took out the reward that Lu Yuanzhi gave just now:

"If the little official feels that 100 taels is too expensive, Yun You will not force it, and the reward you gave me just now will be refunded to you."

There is nothing wrong with this attitude.

Yun You didn't believe that Lu Yuanzhi would take the bounty away.

Those who came to the Blue Bird Pavilion, who has no face?Who cares about rewards?
If he really took it away, it was because Lu Yuanzhi didn't want to be ashamed.

However, young people want to save face.

Lu Yuanzhi looked at the silver that Yunyou handed over.

This was indeed what I gave her just now, but why did it become a reward?Isn't this what you paid for whoring? ?
But since you said that you can get free of money by giving you poems, and pay back the money, then I can indeed get back the prostitution money.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuanzhi straightened his expression, and calmly took the reward from Yunyu.

Very calm.

The smile on Yunyou's face froze so calmly.

"Son..."

Yun You didn't even realize that her gentle and charming voice was a little dry at the moment.

Did you really take the bounty away? ?

Lu Yuanzhi asked seriously, "Miss Yunyu, does what she says mean what she says?"

"what?"

Yun You looked at Lu Yuanzhi blankly with a peach blossom-like face.

Lu Yuan was also a little embarrassed for a while. He scratched his head and said coyly:

"It's just a poem, 500 taels."

Yunyou looked at Lu Yuanzhi's twisted look, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

how many years?

It must be 30 years, right?
I have lived for 30 years, but I have never seen such a guest once.

However, Yunyou is not an ordinary person after all, and his face returned to normal in an instant, but the smile was obviously not as enthusiastic as before, but because Lu Yuanzhi was the leader of the express team in Chongbei County, he still said patiently:
"But if the poems made by the young master are not in line with the wishes of the slave family, it will not work."

There is no lack of interest in the tone.

She actually wanted Lu Yuanzhi to give 100 taels.

For a handsome young man who was willing to give 100 taels for one night for herself, of course she would not refuse Yunyou, and she would even be willing to take care of him without money when he came again in the future.

Although a bitch is ruthless, an actor is ruthless.

But if you really meet someone who is willing to spend money, no matter what, it can definitely be regarded as good for yourself.

In the circle of whores, the measure of whether a man treats himself well is to see how willing he is to spend money for himself.

Although superficial, it is also direct.

At this time, Lu Yuanzhi didn't panic anymore. With a smile on his face, he handed the money in Yunyou's hand again, and said softly:
"I like to drink before composing poems."

So, this is the money to buy wine?

Yunyou looked at the money in his hand in a daze, not knowing whether to leave or not for a moment.

"What? Not enough?"

Lu Yuanzhi frowned.

But he also remembered something, indeed, in the previous life, in places like KTV nightclubs, drinks were the most expensive thing.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out a few pieces of broken silver from his pocket, and handed it to Yunyou:

"Is this enough? You don't need fine wine."

"Enough...enough."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Yunyou's eyes, he took the silver and turned to leave.

After a while, Yun You came back with a pot of old wine and smiled.

Lu Yuanzhi chuckled, reached out to pick up the jug, and poured himself a glass.

"Have a few drinks with me."

In fact, Yunyou's patience is gone, and she is supported by Lu Yuanzhi's handsome face. If it weren't for Lu Yuanzhi's politeness, she would have turned around and left.

"Little official, good wine and good wine, it will be perfect with some fruits."

Yun You smiled and persuaded Lu Yuanzhi to drink, but the white hand was not like before, feeding fruit to Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't care, he was searching his stomach now.

As for poetry, to be honest, I did know a lot as a liberal arts student in my previous life.

But he couldn't think of anything suitable for taking it out now.

It's just because when he was in school, he only knew about poetry in textbooks, and he didn't know anything about poetry outside of class.

Unfortunately, there are no poems suitable for women in brothels in the textbooks.

After a few glasses of wine, Lu Yuanzhi's face became a little more red, and he also faintly became a little drunk.

At this time, he was half lying on the bed, holding a folding fan in one hand, and a wine glass in the other, chewing a cherry in his mouth, with a relaxed look in his eyes.

"I don't know what kind of poems my sister likes?"

When Yunyou heard this, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. She didn't believe that Lu Yuanzhi could make any good poems, so she didn't care and said:

"Young master, you can play to your heart's content, the posture of the pu willows of my slave family, I think it's embarrassing young master."

Watertight words.

"Sister, don't be humble!"

Lu Yuanzhi laughed, a trace of drunkenness flashed in his eyes, he stood up, paced the room slightly, with a bit of sincerity in his tone:

"It's been three years since I, Lu Yuanzhi, have been as free as Chongbei, and so far I have only seen two and a half people who can compete with my sister in terms of appearance."

"Oh? Mr. Xiaolang, you can talk to the slave family."

Hearing this, Yunyu became interested. She thought that although she was not young, she had taken good care of herself on weekdays. Even if she was not as good as Zeng Huamei's age, she was not comparable to ordinary women.

And there is still half of this son's words?

She really couldn't think of what kind of woman could be called a half.

"The first one is my aunt. Although she is a middle-aged lady, she has an excellent appearance. When she was young, she was also a beauty from all over the world in my old place. My uncle is cheaper."

"The second is my cousin. My uncle and aunt have inherited all the good things from my uncle and aunt, but they are not very smart."

"As for the last half..." At this point, Lu Yuanzhi's expression became strange:
"The appearance is indeed alluring, but he is a man."

At this time, the Xianglian case has not been compiled into a file, so it cannot be brought out to talk nonsense with others, and it is still a place with many people like Goulan.

"Push."

After listening to Lu Yuanzhi's words, Yunyou covered her mouth and smiled cleverly, feeling that the handsome man in front of her was a bit humorous.

"The slave family is honored."

"Today, I have a predestined relationship with my sister, and it also coincides with my sister's birth, so I will write a poem based on my sister's stunning appearance. Whether I can win my sister's heart or not is up to my sister to decide!"

Lu Yuanzhi let loose, picked up the jug directly, and put three big gulps to his mouth.

After drinking the good wine, Lu Yuanzhi was already [-]% drunk.

"My slave is all ears."

Yunyou looked at Lu Yuanzhi with a smile, but she still didn't care much at this moment.

Although he is a handsome young man, he is no more than a yamen servant, even if he is a team leader, so what?
If you don't study Confucianism and Taoism, and don't read the books of sages, what good poems can you write?
Yunyou is ready, no matter what bad poems Lu Yuanzhi makes later, she still wants to encourage her.

But when Lu Yuan's next sentence sounded, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Just listen to that slightly drunk voice with a bit of attractiveness that makes people lose their souls.

"The jade bowl is cold and dripping with dew, and the powder melts and the fragrant snow penetrates the light gauze."

(End of this chapter)