This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 21
In another box of the Blue Bird Pavilion.

Wu Zhaoyun half-lyed on the bed, a hint of drunkenness flashed in his eyes, and a delicate woman in his arms was feeding him with all kinds of charms.

There are five or six dancers dancing in front of them.

This Lord Marquis of Dayong is used to enjoying himself in the middle of Beijing, but when he comes to this border town, he still doesn't forget the ostentation.

"Master, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

Ju Lei stood aside, looking at his master's unrestrained appearance, he didn't feel any emotion in his heart.

Obviously, he was used to Wu Zhaoyun's love of women.

The first Marquis of Dayong, the mighty Marquis of Wu.

A battle at Yumen Pass played the ruthless role of Dayong's 20-year An Ning.

Who would have imagined that Ben was born as a noble prodigal son.When he was young, he was also a famous yamen son in the capital.

"I've been beating my whole life..."

Wu Zhaoyun heard Ju Lei's urging, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, he was about to speak, but he stopped him abruptly.

"Can't you enjoy it?"

Wu Zhaoyun had a gloomy face.

It is not allowed to speak casually on such occasions.

The girls were so startled by Wu Zhaoyun's sudden standing that they even forgot to dance.

Wu Zhaoyun stared at Ju Lei helplessly, then turned his head to look at the girls with winking eyes, waved his sleeves, and said in a low voice:
"Then play music, then dance."

The dance continued and the music continued.

Ju Lei muffled, and didn't say anything more. He stood aside and looked at a group of soft-bodied women in bewilderment.

His eyes hurt from looking at it, and he didn't see anything attractive.

Women... what's so good about them?It's better to practice Chongzhenquan a few more times at home to feel comfortable.

Listening to the little song in his ear, feeling the soft body hugging left and right, Wu Zhaoyun sighed inwardly.

This life is not in vain to walk around the world.

But amidst the intoxication, a trace of melancholy still rose in my heart.

Beautiful wine, happy dancing girl.

Isn't this what I liked most when I was young?

How can it be that after some age, enjoying these things doesn't have the same taste as before?
At this moment, Comrade Zhaoyun's heart was full of waves, and the melancholy deep in his heart could not help but arouse a touch of poetry.

I want to chant a sentence, but my mind is empty, and there is more than what to say.

Opening his mouth, Wu Zhaoyun felt powerless, and the melancholy in his heart was waved away by the enthusiasm of the rather bold girl next to him.

"Grandpa, won't you leave tonight?"

The little girl was lying beside Wei Wuhou, her eyes seemed to be entwined with Meisi, coupled with her slightly flushed face after drinking, it made Wei Wuhou's heart tremble.

This bold northern passion,
This feeling has not passed for a long time.

He still remembered that the last time it seemed to be more than 20 years ago, when she was not famous, the girl from the Northland asked herself the same question in the Jiaofang Division in the capital.

Mighty Hou Na is also quite a masculine person.

He fought with him that night until dawn.

But later, after Wu Zhaoyun became famous after the Battle of Yumen Pass, no girl has ever dared to say such a thing to him.

When Ju Lei heard the girl's words, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, if the master really agreed, he would have to stop him no matter what.

Anything can be delayed, and things that are related to the lives of the people of Dayong must not be delayed.

If the frontier defense array is not repaired tomorrow, the consequences will definitely not be borne by the giants.

But if you stop it...if it disturbs the master's mood, I guess it won't feel good.

Thinking of this, Ju Lei couldn't help feeling sad.

what should I do?
Why did he fall into a dilemma.

Just when Ju Lei was grieving, Wu Zhaoyun's voice sounded.

"Got to go."

Wu Zhaoyun was all smiles, he poured himself a glass of wine slowly, and drank it lightly.

"Not only do you have to go, you have to go now."

After finishing speaking, Wu Zhaoyun looked out of the window. The moon outside the window was no longer like a sickle like it was in early spring, and now it had a trace of outline.

"what?"

A hint of puzzlement flashed in the eyes of the girl who asked the question, and doubts appeared on her pretty face.

"time is limited."

Wu Zhaoyun sighed, and the smile on his face was slightly melancholy, and then quickly disappeared.

After hearing Wu Zhaoyun's words, Julei could not wait to burst into tears.

Master, you are finally sensible.

"Grandpa, this..."

The delicate woman stood up, and the tulle was swaying in the air, drawing a beautiful arc. She looked back at the dancer who was dancing, and then at Wu Zhaoyun, with a hesitant expression on her face.

"reward."

Wu Zhaoyun waved his hand in a dejected manner, lifted up his robe, and a trace of melancholy flashed across his refined face.

Why, can't think of a good poem? ?

Ugh.

It's a pity that I, Wu Zhaoyun, who was brilliant in poetry all my life, fell into this remote and remote place, but I wasted my wealth.

Ju Lei was not stingy, and directly took out a bank note with a denomination of ten taels from his bosom and handed it to the handsome woman.

The delicate woman took the bank note, and the hesitation on her face suddenly turned into a smile.

"Grandpa, go slowly."

Wu Zhaoyun laughed, without looking back, and walked away gracefully.

Bringing a giant beater, two people, a master and a servant, walked out of the box.

In the porch.

"Master, what's going on today..."

Ju Lei followed behind Wu Zhaoyun, watching him cautiously.

Wu Zhaoyun waved his hands and sleeves, squinted at Ju Lei, and said in a calm tone:

"Do you really think that your master doesn't understand priorities?"

"Don't dare."

"Humph."

Wu Zhaoyun snorted softly and walked to the corner of the stairs.

Just as he was about to go down, he just took his foot out and put his left hand on the wooden handrail of the stairs, when he heard a wild sound coming from the side room.

There was a hint of familiarity in the voice.

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

Ok?
With just this one sentence, Wu Zhaoyun's descending footsteps suddenly stopped, with shock on his casual face.

Ju Lei was originally a high-grade martial artist, and he was absolutely vigilant about the affairs around him at all times, so as soon as Wu Zhaoyun stopped his body, he immediately stopped.

Looking at Wu Zhaoyun with doubts on his face: "Master?"

"To shut up!"

Wu Zhaoyun gave a low shout, and gave Ju Lei a warning look, ignoring Ju Lei's full of doubts.

He turned around with burning eyes, looked for the direction of the voice just now, and walked slowly to the door of the box to stop.

Ju Lei is not talking.

The voice was quiet.

Only Wu Zhaoyun, with shortness of breath, stared fixedly at the door of the box.

"Late makeup is better than lotus."

Boom!

The unrestrained voice just uttered the second sentence.

Wu Zhaoyun only felt goosebumps all over his body, and a feeling of rain after a long drought filled his brain.

In his eyes, behind the box door, a dense mist was being conceived.

Like the clouds in the sky, slowly floating in the box, entwining the young man who recited poetry in the box.

The reckless young man was wrapped in thick fog, like a banished fairy!
"The temples are about to meet the moon at the brow, and the red wine is just on the face."

As soon as the third sentence came out, the white rainbow hidden behind the door became more intense, as if it had turned into mist.

At this time, the mist has already undergone a substantial transformation, slowly expanding and spreading around, covering the entire Blue Bird Pavilion in a short while.

Wu Zhaoyun even stood there blankly.

"A spring dream, the sun is slanting westward."

Boom! ! !

In Wu Zhaoyun's eyes, the fog in the entire Blue Bird Pavilion suddenly gathered together at this moment.

A three-foot-thick white rainbow soared into the sky!

In an instant, the whole world was shocked!
"This...this is..."

Wu Zhaoyun stared blankly at what happened in front of him.

"master?"

Ju Lei looked dazed, he didn't see anything just now, but saw his master talking to himself with a dull face facing the door of a box.

After a while, Wu Zhaoyun's sluggish eyes regained clarity, squinted, and slowly uttered eight words:
"The white rainbow is preserved in the poem, and the famous chapter in history!"

(End of this chapter)