Fu Canglu

Chapter 134 Famous move Luoyang is not just talk
"I'm sitting, why do you dare to sit?"

These extremely domineering words were thrown across the court.

Explode mine.

All of a sudden, Tiansu Building was dead silent.

The pale-faced Zhang Xiaoyu was crying and wanted to stand up, his legs were trembling, he had just stood up half his body, and then a strong force came from his shoulders, and his whole body was pushed down by a big hand.

"You can sit down." The white-robed old fox patted Young Master Zhang's shoulder with a smile on his face, indicating that he could sit down, then sat down casually, hooked his shoulders and said affectionately: "Come on, let's watch the show .”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't dare to sit and didn't dare not to sit, he was pressed down on the chair by the white-robed old fox with a mournful face.

A group of Luoyang dignitaries who fell on the ground looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's stiff back sitting on the bench, and subconsciously touched a piece of broken wood on the ground.

Someone fumbled and tried to stand up.

Then I heard the majestic voice of the sloppy man in white robe.

"Who dares to get up?"

In an instant, his face was pale.

The sound of falling down and sitting down again was extremely loud, and it could be felt that the fall was not light.

Degrees and seconds are like years.

The scene was absurd and ridiculous, the white-robed old fox made the most powerful young people in Luoyang sit on the ground in a daze.

They looked at each other, and then they all saw the deep bewilderment in each other's eyes.

No one dared to stand up.

Who dares to offend this old guy at this time?
That scruffy white-robed man stood at the head of Luoyang city for a day and a night in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period. His Excellency Master cut off the palm of his big red lotus and dumped his body in Qijiang.

This has allowed him to survive. During the period when the master of the country is not in Luoyang, even if this monstrous Bodhisattva wants to do things his own way in Luoyang, who can stop him?

The white-robed old fox spoke to the red screen with a smile on his face.

"Liu girl, you can continue."

The slender figure behind the red screen can be vaguely nodded slightly.

His Highness withdrew his gaze, slightly looking forward to this big oiran who is really famous in Luoyang today to show off his chess skills.

Then a clear and delicate voice came through the red lotus screen.

"Liu Rushi is not good at chess, is there anyone willing to teach me?"

This is the first sentence this oiran said when he came out of the cabinet. The little highness slowly chewed the softness of this delicate voice. heart.

Confucian Liu?His Royal Highness smiled and recalled the self-proclaimed name of this oiran girl, which was a bit interesting. Confucian scholar, erudite and talented, can indeed be called this word.

The big oiran who was nicknamed Liu Yatou by the white-robed old fox said that she wanted to invite a son to talk on the big red screen.

But who dares to answer?

The white-robed old fox smiled, as if he was interested in the young master of the Zhang family who wanted to show off but didn't dare to show off, looked him up and asked.

"Can you play chess?"

Young Master Zhang's forehead was sweating coldly, and he said honestly, "I will."

The white-robed old fox snorted, and jokingly said, "Then why don't you come on stage?"

"I"

"Ask you again, can you play chess?"

The young master of the Zhang family who realized it later said in a tearful voice, "I don't know how to play chess."

The white-robed old fox sneered: "Can you play chess?"

Young Master Zhang wanted to cry, but if he had a choice, he would rather lie on the floor behind this old fox and eat ashes than sit on this chair for a second longer.

The white-robed old fox deliberately amplified his voice, speaking to Zhang Xiaoyu, and even more so to all the dignitaries in Luoyang in Tiansu Tower.

"listen!"

The man in the white robe narrowed his eyes, and turned his eyes from the woman behind the screen to the hall: "Liu girl wants to talk to people, all of you here are the first-class princes and heirs of the Northern Wei Dynasty, representing the most powerful young people in Luoyang, I, Liu Chan Qi has seen too many oirans leaving the cabinet, any one of you who is willing to talk with an oiran who has come out of the cabinet is a great face."

The man suddenly straightened his face and said darkly, "But today, you are not worthy."

His Highness suddenly had an ominous premonition.

What the white-robed old fox said next made Luoyang's young dignitaries stare wide-eyed.

"The young man sitting next to me is more qualified to play than any of you, ten times, a hundred times, or even ten thousand times." The white-robed old fox paused slightly: "Coincidentally Unfortunately, he is the leader of the reception that you in the Northern Wei Dynasty can't find after searching thousands of miles."

The leader of the cocktail party that ended in the turmoil in Fengting City?
Master Yi?
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes widened suddenly, his mind was blank, and his throat was humming.

He finally remembered where the familiar face of this black-clothed boy came from. Several young and old in the Luoyang dandy circle went to the Fengting City Sword Reception, and were tricked and abducted, even with their ancestral longevity locks. The heir to the sword ghost.

Later, it was said that the heir to the sword ghost was seen to be inseparable from the famous Mr. Yi at the reception. It was obviously a formed gang. In the end, faint rumors spread to Luoyang.

There are too many doubts about this unresolved robbery case. Zhang Xiaoyu and his brothers gloated for several days at that time. The rest of the family had no choice but to give up, and the case of unjust injustice against the sky was forcibly concluded.

All the culprits were carried to death by the heir of the sword ghost.

Mr. Yi, who silently won the leader of the reception, threw the pot away coolly.

"Damn it." Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little frightened, and subconsciously touched the banknotes and valuables in his pocket. He was one of the few dudes in Luoyang who knew something about this suspicious case, and a buddy packed it. Piao said that Mr. Yi was definitely not a good bird, and even his buddies who were born with good brains suspected that Young Master Su had played a game with these two beasts.

Zhang Xiaoyu had to guard against this unpredictable Mr. Yi, if he didn't know it, he would be startled.

"When did my money pouch get stolen?" Zhang Xiaoyu roared as thousands of muddy horses galloped past in his heart, and slapped his empty money pouch on the table.

After doing this, he regretted it.

The little highness glanced at the white-robed old fox with a strange expression on his face.

The white-robed old fox squinted at the young master of the Zhang family with a half-smile.

Zhang Xiaoyu gave in immediately, scratched his head and said in a low voice, "I made a mistake, I lost it myself."

At the same time, the dudes who thought of a certain rumor in Tiansulou subconsciously touched their wallets.

These dude's eyes widened in disbelief and took out their empty wallets. Having learned from Zhang Xiaozheng, they dared not speak, but their eyes stared at the figure of the boy in black like fire.

"Mahle Gobi's wallet is gone!"

"This Mr. Yi is definitely in the same group as the old thief Song!"

Countless thoughts burst out in the minds of these dudes, if it wasn't for the white-robed old fox who intimidated the audience, these dudes would probably swear and swarm up by the way.

The young and old Luoyang, who dared not speak out, directly blamed the culprit on the boy in black.

"This white-robed old fox." Yi Xiao gritted his teeth a little bit, and just glanced at the angry eyes of those dudes, and understood what the dirty thing that white-robed old fox did with Honglianhua's hands.

This is the first time in the 16 years of his shrewd life that the little majesty has been tricked by someone. This cunning white-robed old fox put a big black pot on Yi Xiao's head with extremely quick hands and feet.

"It's good to have you." The white-robed old fox said lazily: "It's a good thing to show your identity. There is nothing to be afraid of with me covering you. You should take care of the pot today and share the spoils with you."

His Highness listened to this obviously familiar line, the old fox's rhetoric was his usual trick with Song Da's scabbard.

However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

His Highness took one, two, three deep breaths, and forced out a bright smile.

"It's my debt to you." The white-robed old fox transmitted the voice again, and said, "I'll give you another fifty drops after Di Tianlu returns."

Then Liu Chanqi looked at the boy in black who sat dead on the bench and refused to move.

Yi Xiao smiled and didn't speak, just looked forward, and looked at the woman behind the big red screen across the red lotus, tapped the porcelain cup lightly with her fingers, and did not forget to take a small sip from the tea cup.

Standing still.

"Forget it, I'm afraid of you. Well, I'll give you all the 10 taels of silver later." The white-robed old fox had a headache and said through voice transmission: "It's a labor fee for you to talk about, okay?"

His Highness slammed back and said with a bright smile: "I've heard Miss Liu's name for a long time, I wonder if I'm qualified to have a chat with you?"

The person behind the big red screen did not speak.

"10 taels." The little majesty smiled and glanced at the white-robed old fox. It was too easy to get 10 taels, and he didn't feel bad at all spending other people's money, so he was kind and merciful to build momentum for this Confucian Liu: " I spend 10 taels to see the beauty of the girl."

Real momentum.

Spending a lot of money just for a smile is already an extremely outrageous thing.

The leader of the reception asks for 10 taels to talk.

Arabian Nights.

Even if this is a deliberate gimmick, people can't help but marvel at the huge cost of this handwriting. It is more than enough to support a talented literary critic, not to mention a court oiran.

The woman behind the big red screen seemed a little amused by the boy in black's words.

Her laughter sounded more piercing.

"Okay." Liu Rushi laughed, and then said lightly: "No one in the world knows the reputation that Mr. Yi is carrying now."

"Confucian scholars are willing to spend 20 taels today. I wonder if I can see Mr. Yi's true face?"

If a woman is able to hide behind the big red screen and practice Confucianism alone, and be proficient in the cultivation of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and other Taoisms, this is an extremely monstrous thing.

Then this woman showed a domineering arrogance at the same time, which inevitably made people feel a little lacking in adjectives in their minds.

For the first time, the little Highness, who never showed his true colors, looked at the woman behind the big red screen seriously, and he smiled lightly.

No wonder the old fox in white robe said 13 years ago that Liu Rushi behind the big red screen would be famous in Luoyang.

No hype needed.

This woman already occupies the greatest power in the world.

His Highness seriously walked to the big red screen.

There was a screen difference from that woman, but she still couldn't see clearly.

It's just that the big red curtain was slowly drawn.

Cut off the two of them from the eyes of everyone in Tiansu Tower.

The white-robed old fox turned his head with a smile: "They're talking by hand, why don't you just wait?"

The young rich and powerful in Luoyang, whose buttocks had just warmed up, were a little perplexed.

"Haven't discussed how to bid later?" The white-robed old fox sneered, "Do you still want me to teach you? If there is a silence when bidding, you still expect to be able to return home safely today?"

"I don't want you to empty out the savings of the mansion. I am a real person." The slovenly man in white robe carried a jug of wine and said with a smile: "You can pay as much as you think it is worth, and I won't pay a penny more If you want, don’t give too much.”

look at each other.

The white-robed old fox who blatantly robbed the privileged class in Luoyang drank a pot of wine by himself, ignoring the rich and powerful Luoyang who began to whisper to each other.

He stared at the big red curtain in a daze.

"Famous Luoyang is not just talk." The white-robed old fox said softly: "It will really make you famous in Luoyang."

(End of this chapter)