Ximen Hao felt a little puzzled when he saw Fengyang Hou suddenly leaving.
Then he saw the other party muttering in Tang Taibai's ear, and glancing here from time to time, and his heart skipped a beat.
"You're so numb! You won't be regarded as a love rival again, will you?" He cursed in his heart.
Sure enough, after Fengyang Hou muttered for a while, Tang Taibai came over again with the wine gourd.
But instead of heading towards Ximen Hao, he walked towards Ji Wubing.
Not only was Ximen Hao puzzled by this move, but even Marquis Fengyang felt a little surprised.
"Mr. Ji, Mr. Tang invited Mr. Ji here today because he has something to ask for."
Tang Taibai suddenly saluted Ji Wubing.
Ji Wubing quickly stood up and returned the greeting:
"The Poet is too polite, but you are asking for help and treating people as gifts. It's true~ cough cough cough..."
Ji Wubing covered his mouth and coughed. In fact, he was pretending and didn't want to say something unpleasant.
Tang Taibai was stunned for a moment, then laughed:
"Hahaha! Mr. Ji is indeed worthy of being the military advisor of Prince Hao, and he is also very humorous. As a gift, please give me one for free? Hahaha! It's interesting."
"Laugh at your sister."
Ji Wubing cursed in his heart, he had finally learned the essence of Ximen Hao.
But he asked with a smile on his face:
"I have little talent and knowledge. I wonder if I have any ability to help Qinglian Sword Master."
Tang Taibai smiled slightly and pointed inside.
"Can you explain what's inside?"
"Holy crap! What do you want to do?"
Ji Wubing reached out and grabbed the lapel of his neck, like a frightened little daughter-in-law.
"What can I do?"
When Tang Taibai looked at Ji Wubing's appearance, his head suddenly blackened.
"What can you do?"
Ji Wubing looked nervous, which attracted the attention of many people.
Tang Taibai is so embarrassed. Can he still chat happily?
"I really don't want to do anything!"
What an injustice to him!
"What don't you want to do? Why do you want me to go inside and untie it?"
Ji Wubing was simply invincible, and he didn't know whether he was really stupid or intentional.
"You... Mr. Ji, eat well and drink well."
Tang Taibai looked at the strange and ambiguous looks in his eyes, flicked his sleeves and returned to his seat.
Ji Wubing looked confused, well, very confused.
"Damn! What do you want to do? Don't want to help him?"
Ximen Hao could understand that Ji Wubing had clearly done this on purpose.
"Hmph! It turns out that you invited me here not because of my literary talent, but because of my master's fortune-telling skills. Fuck! Doesn't it cost money to tell fortunes with Tianjishu?"
Ji Wubing was completely depressed. It turned out that if he didn't know the magic of heaven, he probably wouldn't even be considered a gift.
This made him, the young master of the Tianji Sect, feel despised.
Ximen Hao knew that this guy was arrogant and arrogant, so he didn't say anything.
In fact, looking at the literati in front of me who were polite on the surface, but secretly used poems and antithetical couplets to attack each other, I felt that this Cantonese Literature Society was really boring.
Tang Taibai, who was in charge, also realized that he might have done something wrong and slighted Ji Wubing. He regretted that he had given him an invitation if he had known it.
Here we are singing, laughing, chatting, and by the Bibo Lake, a large number of men in black appeared!
"Head, then Ximen Hao is up there. The only ones accompanying him are a woman in the soul refining stage and two negligible pieces of trash."
A man in black pointed at the flower boat and said to a leader.
The leader looked at the huge flower boat floating on the lake and said in a deep voice:
"He won't leave Tiandu City tonight. The two idiots Bu Yiwu Chang missed him at the inn last time. This time we will deal with him in the lake! After he leaves the flower boat, we will find an opportunity to attack! The employer will come out this time
I paid 100,000 yuan to buy Ximen Hao’s head! 100,000 yuan! Killing someone in the soul refining stage, what a bloody profit!”
As he said that, looking at the floating flower boat, a bright light flashed in his exposed eyes.
"Boss, who is so generous? One hundred thousand yuan stone can buy a life in the soul refining stage. Hey, he's really rich."
A man in black made a general impression. One hundred thousand yuan stones was an astronomical figure to him.
The leader glanced at the man in black, who took a step back, ran away and knelt down on one knee:
"My subordinate is wrong!"
"snort!"
The leader snorted coldly and immediately made arrangements:
"Go to ten people with good water skills, lurk in the water, and wait for the target to get off the boat. The others will follow me, pretending to be prostitutes and boatmen, and prepare to surround them."
"yes!"
…
Time passed little by little, but Bibo Lake became more and more lively, and more and more boats came and went soliciting customers.
Ximen Hao felt a little sleepy in the cabin, mainly because he drank two more drinks and was a little drunk.
After Ji Wubing rejected Tang Taibai in disguise, he was left out in the cold, while Bai Yi became involved with those literati seniors.
As for Murong Xin, after Ximen Hao's couplet came out, most people thought that he had an ambiguous relationship with their students, so they didn't interfere with other people's good things.
"Sleepy?"
Murong Xin looked at Ximen Hao and asked.
Ximen Hao blinked his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
"When will this boring Cantonese party end? I really want to find an inn to rest."
"Rest? There is no need to go to the inn to rest. There are many guest rooms here. After all, this is what we do."
Murong Xin did not feel at all that her words were somewhat ambiguous.
"Really? Does this mean that all the consumption here is done by Tang Taibai?"
Ximen Hao regained his energy and looked at the Four Oirans of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter who were taking a temporary break.
"What are you going to do? Ximen Hao! This is the Cantonese Literature Society, don't do those dirty things." Murong Xin scolded.
"Hey! What's wrong, Xin'er, are you jealous?"
Ximen Hao started flirting again.
Murong Xin's pretty face turned red, her eyes a little evasive.
Just when the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous, two people appeared at the hatch of the ship, causing the cabin to become silent for an instant.
When Ximen Hao saw the person, he was immediately startled.
A middle-aged man and an old man without a beard.
The middle-aged man Ximen Hao knew Li Shiwen, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
The old man is the enigmatic old eunuch: Zhao An.
It seems that Emperor Tang is addicted to private interviews incognito.
Of course, Fengyang Hou and other relatives of the emperor also recognized Li Shiwen, but looking at his dress and the position he was standing in, they definitely didn't want to be recognized.
Therefore, they chose to shut up at the same time, but there was a strange look in their eyes.
As for other people, they looked confused, and some even muttered:
"It's been a long time since the Cantonese Literature Conference started. I don't know what kind of immortal, even the poet saint dares to refute it."
Tang Taibai was stunned for a long time. Of course he recognized Li Shiwen and even the old eunuch, so he was not only shocked but also confused.
Then he straightened his brows and stood up to greet him:
"Hahaha! It turns out to be Brother Li, but you're too late!"
Li Shiwen smiled enigmatically and cupped his hands slightly towards Tang Taibai:
"Brother Taibai, some things were delayed, so I came late."
"Hahaha! No problem, no problem! Come on, please come in."
Tang Taibai only thought that Li Shiwen was a pain in the palace, so he cooperated with him in acting.