The white-haired old man was about to explain that he did not write the poem, but heard it from what he heard. However, he suddenly saw Li Ziyun's expression and couldn't help but hum: "Why... are you not convinced? This poem is better than yours."
That’s a great song!”
Li Ziyun was stunned for a moment, curled up his mouth, and was speechless - he had seen shameless people, but never such shameless ones!
The white-haired old man held the wine gourd and took a sip into his mouth with a smile on his face. He was obviously very proud to see Li Ziyun deflated!
When Princess Wuyang saw the expression on Li Ziyun's face, the corners of her mouth curved slightly. It was a pity that she was hidden under the white gauze and no one could see her. However, she turned to look at the white-haired old man and said coldly: "
Senior, as far as I know, the poem you recited was written by Mr. Wu!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole inn fell into sudden silence. The next moment, everyone looked at the white-haired old man with contempt, and the young masters who came up from all around also stepped back——
The white-haired old man stopped drinking suddenly, and a blush appeared on his old face. He looked at Li Ziyun blankly, and said one word after another: "Is it really you?"
Li Ziyun smiled bitterly and nodded! Others looked at him in surprise, but no one spoke in appreciation...
The white-haired old man was not as shy and angry as he expected. Instead, his eyes suddenly lit up and he narrowed his eyes. He stared at Li Ziyun and said slowly: "Very good! I have decided, I want to-"
At this point, his words suddenly stopped, and in the next moment, he fell down on the table——
Success!
Li Ziyun was overjoyed, and immediately stood up. His raised steps suddenly stopped, he turned around and clasped his fists at Princess Wuyang and said, "Miss, please forgive me!"
Before she finished speaking, no matter how she reacted, she ran out of the inn in a hurry——
Li Ziyun knew that with the white-haired old man's magical power, he didn't have much time, and the opportunity was fleeting. He shuttled through the crowds of people on the street at the fastest speed, and in an instant, he had already slipped into an alley and came out.
By that time, it had already changed into a different look——
He lowered his head and looked at his clothes, feeling that they still didn't look right. He glanced around, and the next moment, he had already entered a tailor shop. A moment later, a man dressed as a young man came out, waving a folding fan lightly in his hand, step by step.
Swinging on the street——
He didn't leave the city stupidly. Firstly, he didn't know the direction. Secondly, no matter which direction he left the city, he might be caught by the white-haired old man. He had experienced this many times. This opportunity only came after he had prepared all the way.
, if it fails again, there will be no possibility of escape in the future...
From this, he can only wait -
Waiting for October and August——
I don’t know when he started, but he was already holding a birdcage in his left hand and shaking a folding fan in his right hand, looking like a standard dandy——
When he passed the corner of the street, his eyes suddenly lit up and he raised his steps without hesitation and walked over...
Wangyue Tower!
You can tell from the name that this is a brothel!
To put it more elegantly, it is a brothel - or a flower house.
In fact, it is indeed the case!
No, the pretty girls at the door have already greeted them enthusiastically——
"Oh, sir, you haven't been here for a long time! I miss you so much..."
