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Chapter two hundred and nineteen take you to fly

 The moon is shy and the flowers are resentful, the fish falls and the geese are sad, the beauty is full of fate, and the romantic life is written in history.

Looking at the girls in the main hall, their smiles were completely free of the grievances of ancient beauty, Yang Fan was immediately full of energy.

Although I have never seen Xi Shi of Gu, I think the faces of these women will not be much different.

Unexpectedly, the fate of such a large group of people was changed by their own efforts, and the trajectory of history had changed unknowingly.

If we follow the original history, except for Wu Meiniang who became emperor, everyone else would have been cursed by the lack of life.

Since history can be changed, Yang Fan certainly does not allow the people around him to have a ill-fated fate.

It's just a poem, so what's wrong with it? I suddenly felt very passionate: "Sister Shiyun asks for you, how can you refuse? As long as you like it, you can just participate. It's just that the article is natural and I got it by hand. I can't guarantee that I can write the lyrics that Shiyun needs for me for my brother."

After all, I am just a copywriter and I have many excellent poems in my mind, but I really can't guarantee that I can copy a poem that suits the situation.

"Thank you, Brother Yang..." Xiao Shiyun was very moved.

Cheng Yuzhu waved her fists next to her and said excitedly: "With Brother Yang's poems, I believe that Sister Shiyun will definitely win the first place. Then we sisters will come to support us together."

Wu Meiniang and others also nodded slightly and chattered constantly. It was obvious that they had formed a unified front, and even Li Xueyan joined in it.

However, Yang Fan was a little stunned and said with a wry smile: "I didn't hold this Shangyuan Song and Dance Competition. How can I say that anyone who is the first to be named? Are you talking and joking?"

I think too much about myself. There is no big problem with writing a poem, but there are many things in my mind.

But if you say you will definitely win the first place, it will be difficult to do it. Could it be that you will go to the Shangyuan Song and Dance Competition to sponsor hundreds of thousands of yuan and then play the game of winning the championship within the unspoken rules.

Throughout history, the Courtesan Competition and Beauty Pageant Competition will not be a clean and pure competition.

The mastermind behind the scenes, these things were not available in later generations. Chinese people started playing this trick in ancient times, and they were thief!

Can a good lyric definitely win the first place? It's a fantasy.

However, Xiao Shiyun has a deep foundation and has a cheater, so she still has a great chance of being the first.

It seems that this time I have to think hard about it for the beauty to smile.

I couldn't help but feel sad, and finally I lived the most annoying person I used to hate.

Is this what others say? You can have everything you need to lick your dog until you end up licking it. Fortunately, you can have it without licking it.

Seeing Yang Fan nodding in agreement, the girls were very happy.

It's noon and it's time to have a meal.

In ancient times, female family members usually had food at different tables, so naturally Wu Meiniang brought several girls to the backyard.

Yang Fan ordered the kitchen to prepare ingredients, and set up a large table in the hall, and the mandarin duck hotpot was steaming.

Fang Yiai, Yuchi Baolin and these little guys were just a dog. Before they could eat, these two guys came to the door and almost filled the table.

Li Jinghuan, Cheng Chumo, Du He, Fang Yiai, Yuchi Baolin...

A group of young people rolled up their arms and sleeves around the hot pot and waited to eat with their arms, which obviously became a gathering of the second generation of nobles.

Looking at these second generations, Yang Fan could only go and get the wine.

These two guys are simply happy to drink.

When Yang Fan walked in with a jar of wine, Li Jinghuan said, "Brother Yishan, I will make one for someone tomorrow. My father was talking about it a few days ago. There are imitations in the West City now, but it is still authentic in your house. I'll send someone to send money to you later."

Only then did Yang Fan realize that the double-double pot seemed to be only given to Cheng Chumo. Although others also made it on the market, they certainly could not be compared with stainless steel ones.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "It's just a pot. Brother, don't you have the two money. If you want it, sign up quickly. It won't be overdue. Besides, Brother Jinghuan, you still have a dividend in a certain mansion!"

Of course, Fang Yiai and his friends would not be polite and asked for it one after another.

Cheng Chumo joked: "My father has seized the dividend. Now Brother Jinghuan is a local rich man. Another day, Jinghuan saw that he should go to Piaoxiangyuan to invite a meal and ask the best girl to accompany him to drink and sing music, and he is not allowed to refuse!"

Li Jinghuan is now rich and powerful. He patted his chest and said with a smile: "Of course it's okay. Wine and meat are enough, and girls are enough."

However, when Yuchi Baolin saw Yang Fan put the jar of wine on the table and slapped the mouth of the open seal, a strong aroma of wine spread out, and she immediately said wonder: "What kind of wine is so fragrant? It seems that I have never drunk it before?"

This is the first time Yuchi Baolin has come to Yang Fan’s house to drink, so of course she has never drunk it.

Yang Fan smiled and said proudly: "This wine is called Maotai. During the Spring Festival, let you buns know what good wine is. It's not something that boasts. If you want to drink this kind of wine in the world, only the house has it!"

As he said that, he carried the wine jar to pour wine for the wine bowl in front of everyone, but poured a shallow bottom of the bowl, not filling it.

Yuchi Baolin smelled the strong aroma of wine and shouted, "Brother, you are too stingy. It's the New Year, how can you drink such a little bit?"

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head: "You guys try it first!"

Just kidding, Maotai is over 50 degrees, and it is easy to get drunk without realizing it.

Although it is not as strong as Erguotou, its strength is not bad, and it is more than a little stronger than the wine that has not been distilled in the Tang Dynasty.

Yuchi Baolin had a good alcohol tolerance, so she didn't believe Yang Fan's words. She picked up the wine bowl and raised her head and drank the wine in the bowl in one breath.

"hiss……"

Yuchi Baolin's face turned red in an instant, like a ball of fire burning in her belly. After a long breath, she let out a long sigh, but the fragrance remained on her cheeks, and the aftertaste was long.

"Good wine!"

Yuchi Baolin praised her.

Everyone was a drinker, and they looked at each other and raised their bowls to drink.

This wine is mellow and refreshing, without a trace of sour taste, so it is of course satisfying to drink.

These people are half-girls like calfs. They are usually energetic, but they are controlled by the family. Now they are free to have fun.

After three rounds of wine, Yuchi Baolin hugged the wine jar and sighed: "Such wine is the immortal wine on earth, but now all the brothers are doing well, with only a certain exception!"

It can be said that relying on his father's status and being the only son, Yuchi Baolin is a veritable top second-generation compared to Du He and others!

But compared with Du He and his men a few months ago, the gap was simply unbelievable, and it soared into the sky as if they were cheating.

It’s still reasonable to see the old age at the age of three!

Originally, these second-generations knew the roots and bottom of the world, and knew exactly how capable they could be.

Although everyone has potential, there must be a limit to cheating, right?

The reason for all is Yang Fan, the young minister of the Ministry of Rites in front of him.

After drinking a few cups of horse pee, Yuchi Baolin revealed her depression.

Yang Fan smiled slightly and teased, "Why would you take you to fly?"
Chapter completed!
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