Fellow Daoist, come with me

Then Yin Xuanhuang laughed lowly, and he didn't know what he was laughing at, and his face suddenly turned red when he was blowing the flute. While blushing, he spurned himself in his heart, really not ashamed, how old is he, old man One, who still has such a twitchy posture.But, there's no other way, this scholar is really too enchanting.

Thinking of this, he became confident again, that's right, how can I blame myself for this?A man is just a color-loving thing, this book grows up to be so gentle and dare to laugh, don't you want to take a few glances at yourself?Therefore, he smiled, smiling and admiring: "Oh, Xuan, you are so pretty."

You look at those focused and clear eyes, looking at you as if you are the only one in the world, Ah Xuan suddenly felt a little shy, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, his eyes drifted for a while.Immediately, he was proud of playing the flute, and he became more and more out of shape. He actually leaned forward like that dude, picked Ah Xuan's chin with his index finger, and praised: "I don't know which little daughter-in-law is so lucky to have us. Go, Ah Xuan, I will make her wake up happily every day from her dreams."

Ever since Yin Xuan turned into a yellow form, there are countless ascetics in these continents who covet his color, but which one dares to flirt with him so frivolously?This is fresh and angry at the same time, but there is a little bit of joy in the anger, which really makes people feel mixed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ah Xiao gradually became uncomfortable, loosened the hand holding his chin, cleared his throat, and said in a low voice: "Ah Xuan, please write me a poem for this painting."

This sentence alone can solve the embarrassment of the two of them. Yin Xuanhuang raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a smile from the corner of his eyes, drew with his fingers, and picked up his tone: "Yo, your painting?" I don't know who took it just now. The pen that walks with his hand!

Chu Xiao is a thick-skinned person, but he is not humble at all. He picks up the painting and shakes it carefully before blowing: "Look at how good my painting is, I have never painted such a beautiful painting! Well, okay—— -ah!"

Yin Xuanhuang was dumbfounded, he hadn't seen such a rascal side of this man yet, he was amused and annoyed at the same time, he flicked his sleeves and said, "What a fart—! Don't mention it!"

This sentence made Chuixiao open his mouth wide and become wilted.Think about it, his dark history of all these years can be washed away today, and he just needs a poem, and the poem and painting will be complete by then, and it will be a commemoration in the future!Unexpectedly, this scholar is usually extremely generous, but now his son is actually stingy!

What else can be done about this, of course it is to catch up and beg for mercy, salivating to please: "Good Ah Xuan, you can just mention one song, even two sentences are fine!"

Yin Xuanhuang was delighted to see his flattering appearance, and laughed for a long time, and when the eyes of the flute became brighter, he replied with a smile: "No! Here! Ah Xiao's paintings are naturally drawn by Ah Xiao himself. Yeah."

Chu Xiao hurriedly made amends: "It can be regarded as Ah Xuan's painting!"

Calculate?Yin Xuanhuang turned around and left this time: "I won't write poems for A Xiao anymore!"

It was a bolt from the blue.Ah Xiao was dumbfounded, looking at the scholar's handsome back, he was extremely depressed—you said, why does the better you speak, the lower the salary you get?

Ever since Chuanxiao offended Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan really fulfilled his promise and never wrote a poem for Chuanxiao again.This makes Chu Xiao extremely sad, recently he tried every means to please Ah Xuan, he served tea and poured water, and he no longer made demands lightly.

In fact, Ah Xuan wasn't really angry at all, and it wasn't because of other reasons that he didn't write poems for the flute. Is it because this poem is easy to do?Every time I draw a picture for A Xiao, I have to inscribe a poem, but A Xiao still has a certain level of appreciation, so I can't make up for it with those who I don't even like. This matter will come every now and then Bar?Besides, you said that if this thing came too lightly, that person would not take it seriously.If Ah Xiao feels that he composes poems immediately, then if he thinks about it in the future, he will ask for a poem, my bitch, who can bear it?

As for Ah Xuan's careful thinking, playing flute is not understandable, good poems are difficult to make, he also knows, but seeing Ah Xuan's pleasure in inscribing poems, every time he finishes a painting, he writes it in one go, without any emotion. Hesitantly, in his heart he wanted to compare Ah Xuan to Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian, a talented person, where there are only eight fights, nine fights and ten fights.

So, Ah Xiao treated Ah Xuan more and more carelessly, but told him to enjoy it for a while, but seeing that there was no effect, Ah Xiao became anxious. After much deliberation, he still felt that he should touch Ah Xuan's itching.Doesn't Ah Xuan love wine?Then go find some good wine!

Good wine, what is good wine?Seeing that although Ah Xuan's family is not big, there is food and use, all of which are of the highest quality.This master who is not short of money likes wine, if he has the heart, where can he not drink good wine?Seeing that the fine wines in the house were changed almost every day in the past few days, it can be seen that the fine wines that Dayong could find had probably been drunk by Ah Xuan.

Since this was the case, Ah Xiao came up with the idea of ​​brewing his own wine, thinking that he would live an extra life anyway, and that he knew a little about wine making after traveling all over the world.Even if the taste of the brewed wine is not good, but it is his own heart after all, Ah Xuan must appreciate and understand him because of his hard heart, right?

Well, Ah Xuan is so good, he will definitely.