Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 88 Shumo, this kid is not bad

Jin Wangfu.

"Steep corners stand tall, and the mood is leisurely. In terms of charm alone, it has improved a lot."

Li Xian looked at the picture of a scalper drawn by Li Zhixin on the desk, tapped the dry ink with his fingertips, and commented on them one by one.

"But the lines are too rigid and the details are not enough. The whole is not full enough and too flat."

After pondering for a moment, Li Xian picked up his pen and added a few strokes, and then he stopped writing when he was satisfied, and said with a smile.

"The foundation is not enough, the flavor comes together."

"Changed to the picture of farming cattle, the old cattle are diligent and conscientious, and the feeling of hard work and hard work is vividly expressed on the paper."

"It contains deep meaning, you should understand it carefully."

The ancient picture scrolls were not as detailed as those of the later generations, and painting was not Li Xian's strong point. He explained in a few words what needs to be improved, and Li Xian patted Li Zhi's head, intending to retreat.

"The three-day deadline is no more, no less. I will make an appointment for the Cheng family brothers to have a few drinks for the teacher."

"It's inconvenient to take you to the land of wind and moon. His Royal Highness Jin Wang is still studying at Jin Wang's mansion."

After explaining, Li Xian strode out of the mansion, got into the carriage, and went straight to Zuixian Tower.

Zuixianlou was originally the most gorgeous wine shop in the imperial city, singing and dancing, and filled with the fragrance of wine, many children from rich families hang out in it.

There are even rumors that there are only five private rooms in the attic on the top floor, which are resplendent and resplendent, comparable to an imperial palace.

There are also talented foreign beauties who play the piano and play music, which attracts many rich and wealthy dudes.

Li Xian was a bit cautious when going in and out for the first time, but fortunately, Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang were familiar with the road.

The polite man in fine clothes led a group of three people into the private room, creaked open the door, put on a kind smile, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Li, please."

Rumors are just rumors, and only when you are in it can you know the magnificence and luxury of the elegant room.

Red candles are flickering, and the golden tripod is fragrant.

There are bursts of coolness from stepping on the ice silk mat, and the melons, fruits and pastries on the spotless nanmu tables and chairs are placed on silver plates, which are extraordinarily delicate.

Sitting next to the hollowed-out window lattice, Li Xian casually glanced out of the window.

The trees are lush, the grass is luxuriant, the covered bridge crosses the trickling stream, and the rockery is rugged, each of which is embellished with a posture, just like a quiet and quiet place.

A single attic divides the hustle and bustle of the imperial city from the peace of the world, which is really amazing.

Cheng Chumo was naturally used to this and waved his arms skillfully.

"Prepare a pot of Lihuachun, and call for a singer who plays some Qing operas. I want to have a good drink with Mr. Li."

The man bowed and nodded, and hurriedly retreated.

With the door closed, the noise outside the house was suddenly cut off. Li Xian stared at the pleasant scenery outside the window and whispered with a smile.

"I don't know something about Li, so I hope Mr. Cheng will call me."

"On the long street, although it is the area under the jurisdiction of Mr. Cheng, after all, the Fangfu is still doing things properly, and there is no fight."

"Accordingly speaking, Mr. Cheng should just let it go. Why did he provoke Qianniuwei, who has a prominent status? Mr. Cheng may have another purpose in doing this."

Hearing these straightforward words, Cheng Chumo was slightly taken aback, staring at Li Xian's turned figure, smiled loudly, and cupped his hands.

"Everyone in the world says Mr. Li is free and idle, but they don't know that Mr. Li is as wise as a fool and as careful as a hair!"

Putting down his arms, Cheng Chumo didn't hide anything, and responded with a smile.

"What Mr. Li said is true. There are two reasons why Cheng is so radical."

"For one thing, the British government has always been at odds with our Fangfu, suppressing each other and contradicting each other."

"The old debts of the previous generation have not been settled, and the new debts of the next generation have been raised. Naturally, this Li Zhen and I, Cheng Chu, have silently sworn not to be at odds."

The door creaked, interrupting the conversation.

The man presented a silver jug ​​of fermented rice, poured three cups, and pushed it in front of the three of them.

Cheng Chu silently squeezed the cup, drank it in one gulp, and continued.

"Secondly, there are power disputes in the imperial court. Li Ji, the Minister of the Ministry of War, is in power. Naturally, he takes special care of the Cheng family's descendants."

"I, Cheng Chumo, who is skilled in martial arts, was dispatched to guard the imperial city, patrolling the streets and governing the people."

"To tell the truth, Mr. Li, Cheng is passionate and determined to gallop on the battlefield with his second brother. It would be a pleasure to chop off a few of his barbarian heads and exchange some wine money."

Cheng Chuliang hugged Cheng Chuliang who was nodding repeatedly, and Cheng Chumo smiled.

"In the battle of Tuyuhun, Mr. Li's father's position as commander-in-chief was not shaken. Naturally, we also hope that Mr. Li can mention a few words, so that we can also enter the Western Expedition tribe."

When the voice fell, Cheng Chumo held the wine glass in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and slightly raised it towards Li Xian.

"Mr. Li, on the battlefield, people's heads are exchanged for meritorious service. We don't want Mr. Li to be a high-ranking official, but I hope Mr. Li can help us a little bit, so that we have a chance to go to the battlefield!"

The blunt response was quite to Li Xian's liking, and he returned the salute with a cup of wine, smiling.

"happy!"

"Brother Cheng speaks quickly, and is very kind to me."

After the wine is eaten, the pear blossom fragrance remains in the mouthpiece, which is much better than the spicy wine made in the mansion.

When putting down the cup, the woman with a veil covering her face holds a pipa in her arms, pushes the door and enters. Seeing the three people talking at the desk, she salutes herself, walks lightly, and enters the narrow room of the elegant room.

The light gauze hangs down, revealing the graceful figure of a woman, and the curly voice is like flowing water, gurgling and flowing.

Hearing the soothing strings in his ears, Li Xian stared at Cheng Chuliang pouring wine, and spoke slowly.

"The two of you may not know that Li Xian is not as ambitious as the two of you. He is just a carefree person who only wants to be comfortable and comfortable in his life, and has no intention of joining the army."

"Even if my father is firmly seated as the head coach of the Western Expedition, Li Xian will not get involved."

"As for what the two of you said, I'm afraid Li Xian can't do anything to help you dispatch the military camps for the Western Expedition."

The figure who was still pouring the wine was slightly suffocated, and his expression was a little sad, but Cheng Chumo, who was beside him, seemed unmoved, and the smile on his face remained undiminished.

After pinching the cup, holding up the wine, I toasted Li Xian again.

"It's okay, it's okay, Cheng is just trying his luck and saying a few words casually."

"Cheng is not a person who can be difficult for others."

"Come on, brother Li, drink this cup, and it is fate to meet brother Li Changjie by chance. It is also a blessing to make friends if things fail."

Li Xian's pupils were slightly condensed, Cheng Chumo was so open-minded, his heart was open enough to make Li Xian feel good about it.

"The imperial city of the Tang Dynasty clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments, and the two passionate men, why worry about being useless!"

"If Li Xian has an opportunity to speak up in the future, he must tell my father and let him think about it."

Bang.

The cups were clinking, and Cheng Chu on the other side smiled silently, grabbed the empty cup, and thanked him with fists.

"That's it, brother Li."

"Come, have some food and wine."

The success is not secretive, the sadness is not revealed, but Li Xian admires the eldest son of Cheng who has a city mansion in front of him.

The lingering sound hovered around the house, and the good food and wine went down most of the time amidst laughter and laughter.

There was a pause in the cubicle, and the woman hesitated to start another song, and she didn't get up until there was not much food and wine left in the private room.

"Bosses, can my daughter ask Xiaoer to add some dishes?"

Just waiting for Cheng Chumo to speak, Li Xian raised his arm and waved it.

"Fast and continuous, slow and continuous, the pitch is not too high, the rhythm is not too fast, the tune is elegant and correct, you play it well."

Under the blue hair, bright eyes lit up with a gleam, and she spoke with joy.

"My lord also dabbles in pipa?"

Li Xian didn't answer, his gaze gathered only to reveal his beautiful face, and he smiled slightly.

"Pipa fingering, the twisting method is sparse and exhausted, and the wheel method is dense and clear."

"Just know a thing or two."

After finishing the words, Cheng Chumo took out a penny from his pocket, put it on the table, and patted it lightly.

"These money are rewarded by this young master."

After hearing this, the singer's beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and she bowed to thank her, but she didn't dare to take the money and silk on the table.

Li Xian smiled, nodded, and stuffed the coins on the table.

When the singer walked out, Li Xian cupped his hands slightly.

"Brother Cheng, it's a waste of money."

(End of this chapter)