This was the first time for Tu Sheng to come to this small town where Tu Jiao belonged. He copied so many poems just to win the smiles of the girls in Wanchun Tower.
But I never thought that the girl was not in his arms, and was worshiped as a god by a group of big men. Later, she was caught by a female devil, so she had no choice but to become the leader of this Tu sect.
Now, no matter which wine shop or brothel he goes to, the people surrounding him are definitely not girls, but old men holding books in their hands!
Who can bear this?
Today, I was ordered by the female devil to visit this town and give the newly ‘written’ books to these scholars, and I must personally hand out the books to everyone!
How can anyone be a leader worthy of this?!
"well."
Tu Sheng sighed silently and continued walking forward. After taking only two steps, he smelled a smell!
This smell...is the scent of a girl!
He immediately glanced around and saw a girl standing not far in front, wearing a light blue skirt. Although he couldn't see her face, it was probably clear that she was holding a book in her hand!
What a girl!
Tu Sheng immediately sped up the action of distributing new books and gradually approached the girl in the skirt.
Ten meters, five meters, three meters...until the girl turned her head and his legs became weak!
"hiss!"
Tu Sheng took a breath of cold air and dropped the new book he had just taken out on the ground.
He raised his hand and pointed in front of him tremblingly: "You... did you see it?"
The scholars around him followed his finger and saw the girl in the skirt.
Many people answered Tu Sheng: "Leader, are you talking about that girl? This is the first time we have met."
At this time, Wu Huairou heard the voice, put down the book, raised his head and looked at Tu Sheng: "Master Tu, we meet again."
"Wen...Miss Wen."
Tu Sheng squeezed out an extremely ugly smile and took half a step back: "It's been a long time."
It wasn't that he didn't want to take two more steps back, but the crowd behind him was too crowded. If he could take even half a step back, he would already be standing on the tiptoes of others.
As for escaping...
Just kidding, that’s Wen Rui! Escape? Where can you escape by yourself?!
"It seems that the leader knows this girl."
Ye Linyuan turned into another person's voice and booed among the crowd: "Could this be the person the leader misses every night in his poems? Leader, why don't you hurry over?"
Before anyone else could answer, he changed his voice again: "Yes! Leader, could it be that you came here just to find her?"
Before Tu Sheng could refute, Ye Linyuan added another punch: "It must be! Talented man, beautiful woman, leader, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years!"
According to the script, Wu Huairou also walked forward at this time.
Originally there were some scholars who were still in front, but when they heard that it was the person the leader missed every night, they hurriedly ran behind Wu Huairou and made way for them.
As for what was behind Tu Sheng... there was an old man who began to push his back and move forward, mumbling something.
'Li Bai' pushed his left shoulder: "Master, don't be shy. Getting things done while you are young is the right way."
"What do you know!"
Although Tu Sheng couldn't run away, he didn't want to get close to Wen Rui.
When he turned around, he saw that fat face smelling of alcohol, and he was stunned again: "You... you are..."
"Me!"
Ye Linyuan put his face in front of him: "I'm Lao Li! Don't you know me?"
"Old...Li..."
Tu Sheng was no longer afraid now, but patted his face: "Huh... I just said how could Wen Rui find this place? It turns out it was a dream."
When the scholars around him heard this, they all looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Wu Huairou also walked up to him at this time, and put a hand on his shoulder according to Ye Linyuan's instructions: "Master Tu, do you think this is a dream? There should be no pain in the dream, right?
?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Huairou squeezed his shoulders gently, increasing the force.
Ye Linyuan watched Tu Sheng go from enjoyment, to confusion, and finally to difficulty in accepting the pain.
At this time, another old man also appeared. He was holding a volume of books with his head lowered and muttering something in his mouth. As if he didn't see Wu Huaairou and Tu Sheng standing in front of him, he bumped into him directly.
"Hey! Old sir, are you okay?"
Tu Sheng hurriedly reached out to help him, but was stunned when he saw his face.
Han Zhuyao followed Ye Linyuan's instructions and read out the verses in the book: "Hard work hates the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes muddy when the new wine is broken..."
This poem is really good, but why is it so familiar?"
In order not to destroy Tang Yunmiao's layout, Ye Linyuan deliberately leaned into Tu Sheng's ear and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Old Du, this is your poem!
If you look back, there are still my poems!"
"oh?"
Han Zhu Yao actually rolled over backwards, which made Tu Sheng's hair stand on end.
"Two...two seniors..."
Tu Sheng held on to prevent herself from fainting, stood up straight and bowed to them both: "Can we take a step to talk?"
Wu Huairou tilted his head: "What about me?"
Tu Sheng smiled awkwardly and held his hand towards her again: "If you don't mind, how about we come together?"
"Hahaha! Let's go together then!"
Ye Linyuan took his wrist and walked out of the crowd: "Everyone, let's borrow the leader for a while, please forgive me!"
The scholars around were all confused, but they didn't say anything. They just watched the two old men and the girl pulling their leader towards the outside of the town.
As soon as he arrived outside the town, Ye Linyuan found an uninhabited grove and got into it. Then he let Tu Sheng go and stood next to Han Zhuyao: "Hunter, you should give us an explanation, right?"
"It's her!"
Without saying a word, Tu Sheng immediately jumped up behind them, pointed at Wu Huairou and said: "She asked me to do it all! If the two seniors want an explanation, just ask her!"
Wu Huairou's head tilted and he didn't know what happened.
Ye Linyuan brought him to him and handed him the scroll: "This girl just called you Mr. Tu, and what is written on it is also "Three Thousand Tu Poems", which is obviously related to you.
How can you shirk it from a woman? This is not what a gentleman would do."
"What does "Three Thousand Tu Poems" have to do with me, Ye Linyuan!"
Tu Sheng puffed up his chest: "My name is Ye Linyuan! I am the deputy leader of the Tu religion!
She just called me Mr. Tu, and she totally wanted me to take the blame for my family leader, so don’t get me wrong!"
Ye Linyuan's hand felt itchy, and he raised his hand and knocked hard on his forehead, changing his face back to its original appearance: "What the hell is your name? Ye Linyuan? What's my name then?"