I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

"it is good."

Meng Changshan nodded.

After looking at the side for a long time, Wang Xuan turned and left.

"General Meng, please take care of Pumpkin."

"Young Master Wang, what are you talking about? Pumpkin is my soldier now, and it's too late for me to love him."

"Master Wang, I'll ask my subordinates to prepare the banquet right away, how about we have a few drinks?"

"No, I still have something to do."

Meng Changshan was immediately in awe.

"I understand, it must be His Majesty's account of your important matter."

After being enthusiastically sent out of the barracks by Meng Changshan, Wang Xuan sighed.

Originally, I wanted to take the pumpkin to eat, drink and have fun in Wangcheng for a few days, but now the pumpkin has found its own life.

Now I still don't understand the situation in Xianyang City, so I might as well go to the brothel to find out the news.

Yes, I am here to inquire about news.

...

"I heard that Ziyan, who played tea circle yesterday, chose Young Master Liu's poem at a glance. It's really enviable."

"Miss Ziyan came to Xingchun Tower for the past few days, and the young talents in Wangcheng are going crazy. Yesterday, someone offered [-] coins to buy Miss Ziyan's night."

Just approaching the Xingchun Building, Wang Xuan heard someone talking.

"Zhou Ziyan?"

A figure suddenly appeared in Wang Xuan's mind.

She actually came to Wangcheng.

Wang Xuan knew that Ziyan was from the Yinyang family this week, and that his appearance in Wangcheng at this time might have something to do with the news that Yingzheng was seriously ill.

I didn't expect to meet my old friend again.

The corner of Wang Xuan's mouth twitched into a smile, he went to the side and bought a bamboo hat to wear on his head, then walked straight to Xingchun Tower.

His identity is a little sensitive now, so he should keep a low profile.

"Master, please, are you here to find a girl?"

The bustard at the door asked enthusiastically with a wrinkled face.

Wang Xuan shook his head: "No, I'm here to find Miss."

The old bustard opened his mouth slightly, and his expression was a bit astonished: "To tell you the truth, when I was young, my family was really a lady of a rich family, and it was only after the family fell into decline that I started doing this kind of thing. If you don't think I'm old..."

Nima!

Wang Xuan almost didn't lift it up in one breath, and tripped himself.

This is definitely a horror story.

Looking at the old bustard's eyes full of affection, Wang Xuan really wanted to slap him.

too frightening.

Chapter 658

Wang Xuan remembered that the story between himself and Zhou Ziyan was a history of blood and tears.

I spent money, but every time the other party used the Yin Yang family's secret technique to create hallucinations and fooled me.

Zhou Ziyan didn't know how many people he had fooled with this method.

If those men knew that spending a thousand pennies was just a dream, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.

"Rizhao's censer emits purple smoke, I wonder if Miss Ziyan still remembers the poem I wrote for her?"

Wang Xuan was thinking while walking.

Miss Ziyan will be very pleasantly surprised when she sees her.

When he walked into the Xingchun building, he found that it was really lively.

Zhou Ziyan's charm is irresistible.

In addition, Wang Xuan also found several familiar faces.

The Ying Yi who was beaten up by him in Xiling before, even made trouble for him in Wangcheng. He is a son of Daqin's clan, and he has often been punished by him.

There is another Feng Lun.

Wang Xuan remembered that this guy wanted to treat him to a brothel.

There are also some descendants of aristocratic families in Wangcheng who belong to the big shots in Wangcheng.

It's been such a long time since I saw each other, but the living conditions of these people are still the same.

Playing eagle and dog fights, jealousy, ignorant, living a luxurious life like a child of a family.

And I have gone from the tenth rank to the fifteenth rank, as expected they are not in the same breath as me, I am so outstanding.

But after thinking about it, the happy days of these people in history will not last long.

Yingzheng died suddenly, and the peasant family revolted in Daze Township.

With the advent of troubled times, the generals who can fight in the Great Qin Dynasty are only Zhang Han and Wang Li.

The final outcome of these family children can be imagined.

In history, not even a single splash was made.

Wang Xuan pretended to be an ordinary guest, found a corner seat and sat down, looking at all this quietly.

On the second floor, several girls were playing pipa and guqin, and the sound of the piano was melodious.

Zhou Ziyan sat in the tent covered with tulle, looming, full of mystery.

Underneath, a guy named Liu Qi took out his favorite work, which attracted applause from all the halls.

"That's how it's written."

Wang Xuan spoke lightly amidst the booing.

He felt that it was completely incomparable with his song "Sunshine Censer Raising Purple Smoke".

"Who said that?"

Liu Qi glanced over with dissatisfied eyes.

It's a pity that there were too many people at the scene and nothing was seen.

On the second floor, Zhou Ziyan frowned slightly.

"Why did I feel flustered for a moment just now, as if something extraordinary was approaching me quietly."

Next to her, her maid noticed the abnormality of her young lady, and said in a low voice, "Is there any problem, Miss?"

"I seemed to hear a familiar voice just now, it should be an illusion."

Zhou Ziyan shook his head and said, but his expression was a bit ugly.

In fact, she had already received the news yesterday that that person had returned to Wangcheng.

She felt a little restless all night, thinking of Wang Xuan, she gritted her teeth with hatred.

But I just heard that that guy was in a terrible mess in Sanghai, and the boss who sent the letter to me was afraid of him even mentioning him.

Liu Qi's poem won applause from all the halls, thinking that Miss Ziyan must be his tonight.

But in the next moment, Ying Yi strode up to him and said ferociously, "Young master bought this poem of yours, one hundred pens, and I bought it for Miss Ziyan."

Hearing Ying Yi's words, Liu Qi's expression turned ugly.

Is he the one who lacks the hundred strings?

Immediately sternly refused.

"This is my poem, not for sale."

"Snapped!"

Ying Yi slapped his backhand, and Liu Qi almost fell to the ground with a black eye.

"My name is Ying Yi."

Ying Yi spoke.

Liu Qi's face instantly became ugly.

He is a son of the clan, but he is just the son of a merchant, so there is no comparison.

"I'll sell it, can't I sell it?"

"Snapped!"

Ying Yi slapped his backhand again.

"It was for sale just now, but now I don't buy it, so you give it to me for free."

"it is good."

Liu Qi lowered his head as if he had eaten a fly.

And Ying Yi's face was full of pride.

I, Ying Yi, am so domineering.

Wang Xuan didn't expect to witness the scene of a playboy vying for power and jealousy.

This Ying Yi is also domineering enough.

But think about it before, when Sima Gui was beaten by him, did he feel aggrieved like this Young Master Liu?

In the originally chaotic hall, following Ying Yi's actions, everything fell silent.

Everyone looked at this arrogant Yingshi clansman with fear on their faces, and no one dared to say anything more.