This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 25
The east side is not bright, the west side is bright, and when the setting sun is exhausted, I feel sad.

When the sun's rays hit Yun Youdian's face, her eyelashes moved, and then she opened her charming eyes little by little.

She slowly sat up happily, and looked to the side with sleepy eyes, only to find that the side was already empty.

In a trance, her memory fell into last night.

Then his face turned red, and the thoughts in his heart could not be restrained.

Mr. Xiao Lang is very good.

Yesterday the Bamboo Shadow Pavilion shook and creaked all night, it couldn't be hidden from the girls in the Blue Bird Pavilion.

"Seduce the mother."

A girl with outstanding figure stood beside Yun You, with a teasing smile on her face.

"Dare to make fun of your mother."

Yun You glared at the girl, full of warning, and then stretched.

"Hee~ Yesterday, Xiao Nu stayed in the next room and couldn't sleep all night."

The girl blinked Lingqi's eyes, and the smile on her face couldn't be restrained.

"What? Envy?"

Yun You couldn't listen to the joke, so he spoke sarcastically, and glanced at the girl:

"Aniang, I was able to run into that because of doing good deeds, and you have to have that kind of luck."

"Don't, I can't bear it, my slave."

The girl covered her mouth and snickered, not caring about Yun You's blunt tone.

Yun You is a hard-working person, and although he does not condone the girls under his command, it is much better than other strict mothers.

So the girls got along quite well with her, and they also defended Yunyou in private.

"Humph."

Yun You snorted coldly, but during the conversation, she was already dressed and sitting in front of the dressing table, with a hint of complacency in her tone.

"I'll go to my treasury in the backyard to get 500 taels of silver in a while, and order Aliang's child to send it to the county government's fast class."

The girl was taken aback.

Immediately reacting, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Yun You, who was sitting on the bed combing her hair, and couldn't help asking loudly:
"The rules are on the line?!"

As a prostitute of the Blue Bird Pavilion, how could the girl not know the rules set by her mother?
The mother of the scorpion does not accept guests, and there are 500 taels for the reception, or [-] taels for a famous piece!

This rule has not been broken in the Blue Bird Pavilion for five years.

Either the dignitaries are unwilling to spend 100 taels to prostitute a mother, or those poor scholars don't have that kind of background and talent.

Mother Yun kept her body for five years, but was picked up by a handsome man with a poem? ?

Yun You, who had his back turned to the girl, heard the surprised voice, and the corners of his mouth evoked a smug smile.

The fingers in the bronze mirror could not help but curl up, and there was a bit of showing off in the voice.

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

"Late makeup is better than lotus."

Yunyou girl dressed comfortably, the wooden comb was gently and slowly combing the black hair along the hair, but the voice in her mouth became more and more sharp.

Yun You's voice is exactly that pure Yujie's voice, mixed with a bit of coldness, which makes it more comfortable to listen to.

Just two sentences made the girl behind Yunyou tremble.

Although she couldn't understand the artistic conception in the poem, just hearing the obvious meaning made people's skin crawl.

She listened quietly, like a little flower waiting to bloom.

"The temples are about to meet the moon at the brow, and the red wine is just on the face."

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

Yun You's makeup didn't stop at all, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became even more smug.

There is no room for her to be unhappy, once this poem comes out, can there be any other poems describing the youth of a woman in the world to follow? !

From then on, all the scholars in the world who heard this poem would not yearn for it?

The girl froze in place.

"how?"

Yun You smiled and looked at the girl who stayed where she was.

"Ten thousand times stronger than those arty sour talents!"

The more the girl chewed the poem, the more she felt that the poem was good, but she was limited by her cultural background and couldn't say a word of praise.

"Ha ha."

Yunyou stopped talking, and gently continued to comb her full head of hair.

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It's past noon here.

Lu Yuan, dressed in soap and with a sheathed knife on his waist, roamed the streets.

Last night, I was romantic, not only didn't spend a penny, but also made 500 taels.

Of course, he also paid a heavy price.

Not only did the savings accumulated for 18 years disappear without a trace, even the iron body was a little erratic.

To be honest, even with my iron body, that ridiculous night was indeed a little too much.

You know, there have always been exhausted cows in this world, but no plowed fields.

Merry to Merry, he has not forgotten his identity.

So, I put on my clothes early in the morning and came out of the Blue Bird Pavilion. After returning to the county government office, I changed into my uniform.

After a few words of flattery from those yamen servants, he left the county yamen alone and came to the street.

At this time, it was summer, and the sun in the sky was indifferent, and the common people walking under the sun were sweating profusely.

Lu Yuanzhi has already broken through the sea reclamation environment, and is protected by the Qi Sea Air Machine, but he can't feel the heat.

It's just that the smell of scorched earth in the air is also disturbing.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't come to play on the street.

He came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

Looking at the blacksmith shop in front of him, Lu Yuanzhi felt a sense of aggrieved feeling in his heart.

He hadn't forgotten the scene where he was almost killed by Xianglian from the Raksha tribe yesterday at Wang Qian's house.

If I hadn't been lucky enough to break through before the battle, the corpse might have hardened by now.

Grandma, the skill of this knife is not as good as my grandma.

"bump!"

Lu Yuan kicked open the half-closed door of the blacksmith shop.

"Old Liu?! Where's the person?!"

Lu Yuanzhi yelled loudly and walked into the blacksmith shop.

I looked around for a week, but found no one.

The blacksmith's shop is small in scale, beyond the blacksmith's workbench, there is a stove burning charcoal, and further inside is the backyard of the residents.

Lu Yuanzhi thought, it was noon, and the blacksmith old Liu was probably eating in the backyard.

Just as he was about to walk to the backyard, he heard a slightly hoarse and old voice behind him:

"Master Ban arrived, but he was far away to welcome him. It's the villain's fault. It's his fault."

There was a hint of flattery in the voice.

There is no way not to please, although blacksmithing is a craft, craftsmen are also considered lowly. Lu Yuanzhi's soap clothes, a little knowledgeable common people will know that it is only the clothes that the county government's fast-track squad can wear.

Hearing a familiar voice, Lu Yuanzhi paused as he was about to look for someone in the backyard, and turned to look at the person who came.

Old Liu, a blacksmith, came here. His figure was a little bowed, his dark face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were narrowed when he grinned naively, and his voice was particularly vicissitudes when he spoke.

The white temples and the calluses on the hands also make people look a little sad.

However, there was a huge watermelon hanging in that calloused hand.

"You're in trouble!" Lu Yuanzhi snorted, glared at the blacksmith, with a cold tone in his tone.

Intimidate the blacksmith.

"Ah?!" The blacksmith was taken aback for a moment, looking at Lu Yuanzhi with dull eyes.

(End of this chapter)