Hou Xuanyan held the poem and said with a smile: "The literary talent is good, but the spirit is too small. He only knows how to make the black and yellow behind him. If they dare to block the streets and assassinate, I can still look up to him."

Hu Bawan whispered through the curtain of the car: "Master, do you want the little Taoist priest to check it?"

"It's not worth it, keep going, where is the front?"

Hu Bawan raised his hand to cover the sun, looked into the distance, and then said, "There is Qixia Mountain in front of him."

Huang Ying'er stretched out her head curiously, looked into the distance, clapped her hands and shouted, "I have heard that Qixia Mountain is beautiful, should we park and play?"

A small head emerged from her arms, and Gu Ling'er followed and said, "Okay, OK."

Qixia Mountain has three peaks. The main peak Fengxiang Peak stands out from the sky. The east peak is called Longshan. The west peak looks like a fuhu. The maple forest on the mountain and the black forest are continuous. Now it is late spring and early summer. The maple leaves are still green. The continuous maple forest emits dazzling light under the sun. What's even better is that the cypress trees around are intertwined, and the green is full of vitality and brighter.

Hou Xuanyan opened the curtain door, vomited a breath of turbid air in his chest, and smiled and said, "It's better to have a rest here for a few days. Your Majesty will be born in a few days. I guess he's so busy that he's overwhelmed. Let's take this opportunity to visit Qixia Mountain."

Qin He looked embarrassed and said, "Mr. Supervisor, there are many tourists, should we clean it up?"

Hou Xuanyan shook his head and said, "You are enjoying traveling around the mountains and rivers. You drive everyone away, but you lose the fun of playing."

Hou Xuanyan returned to the carriage, changed into casual clothes, and came to the foot of the mountain with two "sexy wives" of all sizes.

Huang Ying'er was wearing a tender yellow shirt, tied a horse-drawn bun, dressed in a newlywed little woman, and looked gentle and cute. From time to time, she secretly turned her head to look at Hou Xuanyan, her eyes full of tenderness, full of water.

Gu Ling'er was wearing a purple silk shirt, tied her bun, her lips and white teeth, her pink makeup, and a strand of black hair in front of her forehead was blown by the wind. Hou Xuanyan stretched out her two hands and picked her up around the waist. Gu Ling'er waved her pink fist and kicked her little feet, saying, "Let me down, I want to leave by myself."

Hou Xuanyan patted her little butt and said with a smile: "I don't know how lucky I am. In a few years, if you want someone to hug her, you can only walk by yourself."

Gu Ling'er made a face at him with her tongue and turned around and became happy. She has been a daughter since she was a child. Although she was rich and frugal, she rarely had the opportunity to go out to play in the mountains and rivers. She was full of curiosity when she saw everything, and she kept chattering and asking questions along the way.

After putting down Gu Ling'er, Hou Xuanyan looked up at the top of the mountain, and there were endless tourists. Among them, there were many high-ranking and noble families, with followers around him, but there were too many people in his ceremonial guards, so the personal guards were scattered all over the mountain.

When some tourists on their side saw that they all lowered their heads and dodged, fearing that there would be any taboos. Hou Xuanyan said to Hu Bawan and Zhang Yitong beside him: "You are waiting at the foot of the mountain. There are too many people, but it will attract attention."

Hu Bawan nodded, without hesitation, turned around and left with a few little brothers. After all, he had seen the martial arts of the two twin maids around the Grandmaster. They were not as good as him in killing enemies on the battlefield, but personal guards were indeed reassuring. These two people have been trained in this way since childhood and are absolutely competent personal guards.

The mountain road was winding, and Hou Xuanyan took his two wives and four maids and slowly climbed up the mountain. Many wealthy families were traveling on the road, but Hou Xuanyan had few followers, which was not very eye-catching.

At the end of the mountain road, there is a maple forest. The fallen leaves accumulated over the years, and they are soft and comfortable. Hou Xuanyan thought that he was all female relatives, and it was not convenient to go to crowded places, so he took everyone to rest here. The scenery here is beautiful, and there are mountain springs and streams, and the plants are prosperous. Looking down from here, the vast Yangtze River is like a white silk, with water and sky connected. Several people were laughing and laughing, Huang, Gu and their respective maids gradually became familiar with each other and gathered together to say some private words of the girl. Hou Xuanyan watched on the side, but he didn't expect that climbing a mountain would have such a function. It seems that it would take them out more in the future.

Huang Ying'er kept looking at him. Seeing Hou Xuan laughing happily, she felt sweet and smiled sweetly.

This scene gave Hou Xuanyan a moment to forget the east and west, the south and the north, and enjoy the peace and tranquility here.

Not far away, there is a small pavilion with three big words "Taixu Pavilion" written on it. There is a group of tourists inside, bringing a few women dressed in a gorgeous manner and drinking and having fun.

A woman teased the pipa, opened her cherry lips and sang Jiangnan tunes. Although the content was a bit explicit, it was extremely nice. Wu Nong's soft words came over, Hou Xuanyan closed his eyes and listened, and played with beauty, enjoying it.

Suddenly, a man threw his wine glass and said sternly: "You are a girl from the Qinhuai River. You drink water from Jinling, eat rice from Jinling, and serve the benefactors from Jinling. Why do you want to sing a little tune for me and use Suzhou dialect?" Judging from his appearance, it was Mao Xiang and Mao Pijiang.

The two girls who played the pipa and sang the song were so scared that they were so scared that they begged for mercy: "Mr. Mao is angry, Nu Nu will change one song and sing it to you."

Hou Fangyu beside Mao Xiang said sarcastically: "Don't you understand, since Jiading Ao Chai'er made his fortune in Suzhou, even the tune of this lumber and pleasure boat has been changed to Suzhou flavor. Hehe, King Huai of Chu is so thin that there are often starving people in the country. Isn't it the same thing to sing Gusu songs with Jinling today?"

Hou Xuanyan didn't expect that he had such a bad reputation among the people. He could meet people talking about him behind his back when climbing a mountain, and he heard that tone, and he hated him very much. When he turned around, Huang Ying'er was unaware of it. Hou Xuanyan said intimidatingly, fortunately Ying'er didn't read poetry or books, otherwise he would have gone forward to demolish the pavilion when he heard these people talking nonsense.

After Mao Xiang over there was a majestic appearance, he suddenly laughed strangely and said, "Just sing, the recent popular 'Three Provinces and Ninety Prefectures in Jiangnan'." The young men in Taixu Pavilion burst into laughter, and the pavilion was filled with a breath of happiness.

The girl who sang the song looked embarrassed and tears in her eyes begged, "Mr. Mao, don't joke with Nu Nu. If the officials find out, how many heads do I have?"

After hearing this, Mao Xiang poured the wine in the glass, pouring it on the faces and heads of the two girls.

Hou Xuanyan stood up and his face was filled with anger. Huang Ying'er couldn't stand such a person, so she followed him to the pavilion. The maid behind her hurriedly followed.

Mao Xiang looked at the people coming, his eyes lit up, and there were such a group of beauties.

Hou Xuanyan sneered: "'The 90 states in the south of the Yangtze River are cut off on the guillotine." It seems that this brother likes this poem very much. To be honest, I also like this poem very much. Maybe I tell who wrote it ingeniously?"

Mao Xiang smiled proudly and didn't realize anything was wrong. In his opinion, it was normal for his literary talent to be sought after by others. However, this poem is very sensitive and can cause trouble to himself and his family if you are not careful, and it is not easy to admit it openly.

This kind of energy that has the opportunity to show off but cannot pretend, makes Mao Xiang scratch his heart.

Seeing his expression, Hou Xuanyan had already determined that this was the original author and couldn't help but say, "Looking at your blushing face, don't you give me your clumsy work?"

Outside Taixu Pavilion, Mao Xiang's servant stepped forward and said angrily: "Who are you? You dare to talk to our young master like this. Do you know who you are talking to?"

Hou Xuanyan curled his lips and smiled harmlessly on his lips, and said, "I'm going to be polite to you guys and a few stinky fish and shrimps?"

Seeing that he was young and his clothes were not as good as ordinary people, Hou Fangyu guessed that this might be the son of a high-ranking official. If they went to the yamen, sued him and others, and gathered people to insult Hou Xuanyan, it would be a big sin. After all, Hou Fangyu was a few years older, and smiled and said, "This brother is fate to meet at the stage, why not come to the party to drink a few drinks from the Communist Party of China."

Gu Ling'er shook her head and said, "You are a group of bad guys. You love to bully people the most. You just threw water on these two sisters' faces. I don't want to be with you."

When Mao Xiang's servant heard this, he was eager to show his feelings in front of his master, pointing at Gu Ling'er and scolding: "Where did you come from? You dare to talk nonsense anymore. Do you believe it or not and tear your mouth."

Gu Ling'er was born in a wealthy family and was raised like a crowd of people. There was no one who spoke to her loudly. When I saw this kind of scene, I suddenly felt tears as big as beans and crawled into Xiaoxiao's arms.

Hou Xuanyan has been fighting in the north and south for many years, and has seen corpses and blood. How could he not have any resentment in his heart? It was just that he was usually suppressed by him and did not become moody. At this moment, his heart became angry and he became cold. He reached out and brought dozens of disguised guards from the mountains with one move.

"I am the Jiading Ao Chaier Hou Xuanyan in your mouth."

Everyone in the pavilion was shocked. Mao Xiang, Hou Fangyu and their young master friends were so scared that their hands were cold. Several prostitutes who were drinking were covered their mouths and exclaimed.

In the dark, they can talk big and belittle Hou Xuanyan and belittle Hou Xuanyan. They can make fun of him and mock him, just like Hou Xuanyan's existence, which is a joke.

Who knew that Hou Xuan was in front of them today, and the arrogance in the past could no longer be displayed. Several of them even had their upper and lower teeth trembled, shaking like sieves, and they couldn't stand firmly. The shadow of the famous tree, Hou Xuan's evil name was everywhere, and it was washed out one after another. No matter how fierce a dog was, he would be frightened when he met an old butcher for decades. Just like today's young master, he saw Hou Xuan's evil spirit.

Hou Xuanyan turned around and ordered: "Escort the two ladies down the mountain."

A personal soldier responded and bowed, "Madam, please."

Although Huang Ying'er didn't want to go down, she did not dare to disobey Hou Xuanyan. She turned around and took the others to walk down the mountain under the escort of her personal soldiers.

Hou Xuanyan stepped into the pavilion, sat on the stone railing around the pavilion with a golden sword, picked up the wine pot and said to the two girls: "Sing, just sing the song "Three Provinces, Jiangnan, Ninety Prefectures."

The girl in the brothel was sixteen or seventeen years old. Although she had already welcomed and received many guests, she had never seen such a scene. She was so scared that her face turned pale and said, "The Duke of the Kingdom is joking. Even if I die, I dare not insult the Duke of the Kingdom."

Hou Xuanyan laughed and said, "It's okay, I love listening to it. If you ask you to sing, you can sing."

Mao Xiang never expected that he would have been on the verge of danger and tempted crazyly this time, and this time he met the main master. Hou Xuanyan didn't want to pay attention to them, but today he met this group of people. Not only did he destroy his good mood, but he also saw their arrogant and domineering appearance, which was incompatible with the "gentleman" he claimed.

What a group of hypocritical, ignorant, short-sighted and needing beatings.

Mao Xiang mustered up his courage, straightened his back, and stuttered a little, "Hou Xuanyan, everyone else is afraid of you, I, Mao Pijiang, are not afraid!"

Hou Xuanyan sneered, ignored him directly, turned around and said to the little girl holding the pipa, "These people are extremely hypocritical, but they are so proud of their reputation. I just ruined their reputation. Do you think it's okay?"

The little girl dared not speak, lowered her head and pinched her fingers...

"Tie these people naked and tied them to the downtown city for one day." After Hou Xuan finished speaking, several young men were struck by lightning, especially Hou Fangyu and Mao Xiang. If someone really stripped them naked and appeared for one day, there would be no face to meet people in the future.

Mao Xiang started to curse and was pressed to the ground by several personal soldiers. Hou Xuanyan stood up and punched and kicked.

Then he ordered his personal soldiers to beat the servant who scolded Gu Ling'er and cried, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Being these annoying things ruined my good mood for the whole day."

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A day later, in the Qinhuai River, Bian Yujing was sad and sad. Mao Xiang used his family power to make things difficult for her everywhere.

Not only do gangsters often come upstairs to make trouble, but there are also problems with the land deeds and house deeds.

She never expected that Mao Xiang was so arrogant that he would revenge his grudges. But a brothel woman could not compete with the Mao family.

Bian Yujing is a native of Nanjing with a very good background. His father is a bureaucrat. Unfortunately, his family died early and his family was ruined. Bian Sai had to go to the Qinhuai River with his sister Bian Min to sell his skills. Bian Min advised his sister and said, "Anyway, I have saved some money over the years. Why don't we leave here and find a place to settle down."

At this time, the personal maid Rourou ran in excitedly and shouted: "Miss, good news, then Mao Xiang can no longer harm us."

When Bian Yujing heard this, he raised his head and said, "What's going on?"

Rourou's face turned red and she whispered: "He was stripped of his clothes by Duke Yue and tied him to the downtown area for a day. Everyone knew that he had offended the Duke. Who dared to show his eyes for him? No one dared to come again."

Bian Yujing felt sweet. She didn't know about Qixia Mountain, and she thought Hou Xuanyan was protecting her.
Chapter completed!