Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 730

"I dare not speak lightly in my life, Sheng Kang is stronger than bamboo in this life;
Clog Daofang remains open and clean, and the purple phoenix screams alone from the fragrant flowers;
The embracing hall covers the height of the first floor, and the breeze welcomes guests to Yunge. New poems were once sent to Ziyunniang.

What the hell!What kind of nonsense poem is this? It doesn't rhyme at all, let alone flat and neat and antithetical.

Tang Xianzong Li Chun, the emperor, is not as good at writing poems as I am. What is he going to say? "

Holding the small piece of paper, he flipped through it for a while, but after being confused; in the midst of the upset, Lao Tie uttered such a sentence very depressedly.

(The above verses are because the plot requires the author to make up random things. In view of the poor level of ancient prose, don't pay attention to the nonsense.

If there is a better one, you can leave a message and I can change it. )
It's easy to find out the reason why the old iron reacted so much.

After a long night, he managed to fall asleep and dreamed of a war elephant that shyly agreed to give him a beautiful scene of a football team kid.

As a result, Hu Biao woke him up with a snarl before the specific implementation.

Suddenly there was nothing, so now this guy is suffocating a lot of getting up.

Even in the time that followed, in a dazed mind, he moved straight towards the oil lamp on the table with a note in his hand.

During the process, a sentence came out of his mouth:
"Is it like the show on TV, this thing only needs to be burned with fire or soaked in water to show the real content."

Fortunately, at such a critical moment, Zhan Xiang grabbed his neck and avoided such a dangerous operation.

Then, after snatching the note, he yelled, dumbfounded:
"If you can't see it, don't mess around. There are quite a few serious Sirs in the team. They have received some professional training, and they are no better at this than you."

After finishing speaking, he delivered the note to Chen Tang, Watchdog, Shi Polu, Old Snake and others.

Not to mention, these active and former SIRs are indeed better than the old irons who have not woken up and their heads are dizzy.

After the four of them got together and lowered their heads to discuss for a while.

Chen Tang spoke to everyone and told the result of their analysis:

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a simple acrostic poem step by step, that is, one character from one to seven in it is selected one by one.

So if they are connected together, the hidden meaning should be: Pingkangfang Fanglou Yunniang~"

After hearing such an explanation, everyone seriously analyzed it, and the more they analyzed it, the more they felt that it should be so.

"Is it right? Tomorrow afternoon, after I ask Corn to make up me and a few people, I will go to Pingkangfang to see if there is a place like 'Fanglou'.

Ask again, if there is a Yun Niang, just contact her and you will know.

So now there is a curfew outside and you can’t go out, whether you are practicing or sleeping now, let’s go, and go for whatever you should do. "

After pondering for a while, Hu Biao said such a sentence.

It's decided, I'll go to contact that Yun Niang tomorrow, and then make a fuss about it.

Naturally, no one would say anything about such a plan, because this is their only clue to break the situation.

It's better to go and have a look and get in touch with it than to wait stupidly...

Under Hu Biao's yelling, everyone returned to their respective rooms. After the only noble concubine lay on the couch, she suddenly thought of something:
Can Hu Biao, a dog man, go to a place full of vixens like Pingkangfang, can he hold on?
Confiscating this crime tool in advance, it is not enough to specify it like this; it seems that it is not very reliable to use an excuse to help negotiate the price so that you can go with it.

But killing pigs and butts, each has its own method, and it is entirely possible to confiscate all his bullets in advance, and see how he tosses tomorrow.

Yes, that's it.

That's why Hu Biaocai felt a little drowsy, and there was a light knock on the door.

Then a familiar voice rang out after lowering his voice very much: "Dalang open the door, it's time to practice~"

"It's too late, how about another day?" Hu Biao replied weakly, and before he said such a sentence, the little sleepiness was directly frightened away.

The problem is that Hu Biao has been completely controlled by the imperial concubine long ago.

After hearing the sentence "Didn't you say you wanted to blow up something last time, I'm ready today", this guy rushed to open the door immediately.

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When it comes to Pingkangfang, as long as it is a man in Chang'an City, no matter if it is an old man with white hair or a young man with a green face, he will always smile knowingly.

The reason is simple, because this is the place with the most prostitutes and the highest quality in the entire Chang'an city.

Even before the lights came on, many men rushed into the gate of Pingkangfang either calling friends or alone.

Therefore, Hu Biao, Yang Dongli, Singer, Yu Hanfeng, AT, etc. after being disguised by the corn.

After adding the corn, there are six people in the group; the scene of appearing here after the Shenshi is so natural that no one pays them a second glance.

After some stop and go, soon a washer with the signboard of 'Fanglou' appeared in front of them.

Compared with the large number of tile houses with different characteristics in Pingkangfang, this Fanglou seems to be a little miserable from the outside.

Specifically, it is a small three-story building facing the street. Although it has been decorated hard, it still looks a little old.

Standing on the second floor, the service staff waving to everyone on the street looked good in appearance, but all of them were in their twenties, and seemed a little older for ancient times.

But for Hu Biao and others, the above things are not important, and they are not here to consume.

After the six people looked at each other, they strode into it with big strides.

Just after stepping into the small building, an old bustard in her mid-mature came up with a few handymen, very affectionate.

But before she could speak with a smile, according to the plan that had been drawn up long ago, Yang Dongli, who still had some modern practical experience, took action first.

With a wave of his hand, a small purse was thrown at the old bustard.

By the way, he also yelled loudly:
"Prepare some good food and wine for me first, and then let's talk about other things when we are full! I heard that there is a girl named Yunniang here, who is naturally excellent in singing and dancing. Please come and have a feast with me first. "

Because the image that people dress up today is some wealthy and vulgar merchants from outside.

Anyway, consciously or unconsciously, when Yang Dongli touched it, his hand was not weak at all.

It's just such a situation, after she used quick movements to see clearly that the purse was full of golden beans, all problems disappeared.

The whole person wanted to stick to Yang Dongli, smiling:
"Your gentlemen have really good eyesight, our Yunniang's sword dance has the legacy of Aunt Gongsun back then, not to mention that she is famous in Pingkangfang.

Even in the entire city of Chang'an, there are countless of them.

You just wait for a while, and the slave family will go to arrange for you. "

In the following time, when she left, I don't know if it was Lao Yang who was a showman or a true performer, and slapped the old bustard the size of a millstone.

After provoking the old bustard, after an exaggerated exclamation from his mouth, his eyes moved more and more.

Hu Biao and others were invited into an elegant small courtyard at the back. After they sat down, gentle towels, tea, fruit plates, wine and dishes were already served to them like water.

When Hu Biao and others were kneeling, the short table in front of them was already filled with wine, vegetables, melons and fruits.

After the door was pushed open, a beautiful woman in her twenties with a heroic face had already pushed the door and entered.

After closing the door of the room with the backhand, there was no need for everyone to probe slowly according to the plan. They just observed everyone silently for about 1 minute.

It is to take the initiative to admit one's identity, but the specific process is far different from what everyone thinks.

Because she took out a folded piece of paper from her towering chest, and held it up together with a long sword at her waist.

While kneeling on the ground facing Hu Biao, he said a sentence:
"The villain of the Tang Dynasty, Xie Yunniang, captain of the Sky Dark Star, has seen a bad guy..."

(End of this chapter)