"I know her, I know her."

Jin Ling'er was silent for a moment and suddenly became alert: "What are you going to do?"

"It's not me, it's not me." Song Beiyun pointed to Yan Shu, who was standing under the cherry blossom tree of Zuo Rou's house, watching the scenery: "It's him."

"oh……"

Jin Ling'er nodded and said that this matter was very simple.

Subsequently, Song Beiyun easily obtained the general distribution of Zhao Xiang’s daughter’s movement trajectory.

First of all, I would like to thank this relatively enlightened era, and there is no such thing as Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism to harm women. Secondly, I would like to thank the Empress Dowager today for whom women are not as good as men's age. Finally, I would like to thank Jinling City for its friendship and tolerance for women.

In comparison, men's amusement places are not as rich as women. Men say that the world is like eating, drinking, gambling and visiting prostitutes. But the girls in Jinling City are different. There are all kinds of shops, endless sisterhoods, girls' schools and some specific places for women to play. There are many varieties and varieties. After all, smart businessmen realize that girls' money is actually better to make money.

The daughter of the Zhao Xiang family is a famous family and a lady from a wealthy family, so naturally she cannot have fun in low places with those business girls. As the one with the highest status among young girls, Jin Ling'er is proficient in all the amusement projects in Jinling City. It is easy to master the whereabouts of Zhao Xiang's daughter.

After getting this movement trajectory, Song Beiyun took Yan Shu out, and the two of them sneaked up outside a manor and squatted in the corner.

"This Zhao Xiang family has a scholarly family. His daughter can study in the morning. After taking a nap after lunch, she either went to the boat to have a party with the daughters and daughters of other high-ranking nobles, or she would come here to learn winemaking, embroidery, etc.

"Winemaking?" Yan Shu's expression was strange: "Why is winemaking?"

"You know, you know, do you think people brew wine like us, and use a large clay tank to stuff things into it?" Song Beiyun looked at Yan Shu with contempt: "They are very delicate. The wine utensils alone include dozens of kinds of Jinyi, Ru kiln beauty goblets, glass cups, amber cups, etc. The wine also pays attention to the dew that is not sunny, the first snow on the blooming plum blossoms, and the frost on the new buds and tea leaves, which condense and precipitate to make wine. It's nothing more than cumbersome."

"What's the difference between it and well water?" Yan Shu was silent for a moment.

"It's said it's a strange fragrance, but it's just a bunch of pretentious dealers who are trying hard to explore. It's really so magical. Why are the Tubo people still so poor? They just dig a jar of snowy mountains and melt it, and they say it's the essence of the Ten Thousand Years of the Divine Mountain. Do you think it's valuable or not?"

"Yes." Yan Shu slapped his thigh: "It's amazing! You think it's really thick and thin, thin and thick, sometimes accompanied by a foul smell."

"Are you fucking praising people?"

Yan Shu nodded vigorously: "I'm praising you."

At this time, bursts of tender laughter from the wall came from the wall, which made people feel itchy. Yan Shu stood on tiptoe and looked in from the flower window on the wall. He saw a group of women of fifteen or sixteen or seventeen sitting in the yard chatting. After searching a little, he found that his daughter of the Zhao Xiang family was longing for.

"It's here!" Yan Shu quickly squatted down and nodded at Song Beiyun: "Master, save the disciple."

"I found out that you...you have to call grandpa." Song Beiyun pulled a dog tail grass from the ground and held it in his mouth: "We must make a plan first, don't act rashly."

"You said!" Yan Shu's attitude suddenly became respectful: "Listen to the ear."

The two of them squatted there and began to formulate a combat plan. First of all, they had to master the timing, otherwise they would miss a good thing when the people from the family came to pick them up. Secondly, they would hit the target with one blow and never leave any chance to consider. They would not allow them to think about it carefully when they were lustful. If Song Beiyun had thought about it for five more minutes that day, he would not have had this evil fate with Jin Ling'er today.

As for the end, of course, you have to show your best side. Peacocks have to open the screen when they are courting each other. Why can't Yan Shu recite a poem when he flirts with girls?

"Quick, write one."

Song Beiyun urged: "Hurry up."

Yan Shu knocked his head desperately with a fan: "I'll try..."

"I'll open it up to you, your grandma's." Song Beiyun sighed: "It's autumn now, right? You're holding a fan, right?"

"hold head high."

"A moment of autumn wind shocked the fan."

"Hmm?" Yan Shu was stunned: "Oh? Ah! Why does this smell like I wrote it with my hand?"

"Don't beep, follow up!"

Yan Shu quickly stood up, looked at the courtyard, and looked for a while: "It's really a beautiful woman with 28 years old. She's beautiful and beautiful. She's still wearing lotus noodles? How about it?"

"Can."

Yan Shu nodded and laughed: "The autumn insects around him are still making noise... The dew on the grass is everywhere. It's raining outside, so the pearl curtains will not be left behind. Sweep the pavilions and open the courtyard? Is that good?"

Song Beiyun gave a thumbs up: "Big, I completely depressed the scenery."

"Sit all over the place, don't let the golden cup be shallow, the life of the turtle and crane is long and long. The spring song is full of love." The second half was completed in one go, and Yan Shu savored it: "Good lyrics!"

Song Beiyun repeatedly raised his thumbs up: "Diao is blown up. I'll find a way to attract the attention of those girls later. You can take the opportunity to climb up the wall. The goal must be correct, and even if you come to find the girl, you can bring some things at least."

Song Beiyun groped in his arms for a while and took out a glass grinding ball he had just picked up. After seeing it, Yan Shu's eyes widened: "This... is a bit precious."

"Well, why are you polite to grandpa?"

Song Beiyun picked a wide leaf from the side and handed it to Yan Shu: "Use my charcoal pen to write your small words on it, and then be careful to wrap the ball in."

After Yan Shu did as he did, Song Beiyun stood up and began to observe the surrounding environment. After discovering safety, he muttered: "Who will send a brocade letter in the clouds?"

"You guy..." Yan Shu looked at Song Beiyun strangely: "Why is it a beautiful sentence that can be said casually?"

"You can't learn talent." Song Beiyun took off his coat and threw it directly into the courtyard wall: "You have to keep up in real time."

After the clothes entered the courtyard wall, Song Beiyun climbed to the wall in a few seconds, pulled it on it and exposed a head to shout, "Is there anyone inside? Is there anyone?"

The girl in the yard heard someone's voice and turned her head to look over and found Song Beiyun's head. The girls were startled at first, but when they turned around, they found that they were a handsome guy, they laughed and surrounded them.

"A few girls, can you help me hand over the clothes?"

A woman in yellow and brocade clothes inside said with a smile, "You are a disciple at first glance. You don't have wings in your clothes, how could you fly in by yourself?"

"Hey, who knows it? This bastard, I'm afraid he smelled the smell of powder on his sisters and crawled in by himself." Song Beiyun pointed to the clothes on the ground: "When I go back, I will burn it to death with boiling water."

The girls were so funny that they were lying on the verge of each other, but they seemed to have done it on purpose, just not picking up clothes for him, but instead started chatting with Song Beiyun who was standing on the wall.

"To be honest, sisters. I am actually a little Taoist priest who returned to the secular world of Longhu Mountain. My clothes are really powerful."

"Just fool people, sisters don't pay attention to this bad guy." A girl in green laughed and said, "Unless you flipped in and picked it up by yourself."

"That won't work. I'm not wearing clothes."

"Then you call it, and you can call it, since it has magic power."

Song Beiyun smiled all over his face and hummed slightly as if he was mysterious: "You don't believe it yet, come on, I'll let my sisters see it."

After saying that, his eyes rolled, he pointed at the daughter of Zhao Xiang's family and said, "Is this sister surnamed Zhao? I think... I think... Zhao Yi, right?"

The girls were suddenly shocked and then started chattering. Zhao Xiang's daughter was even more surprised. After all, she had never seen the young man on the wall. How did he know his name?

Other girls asked Song Beiyun to guess his name, but Song Beiyun just shook his head: "When he went down the mountain, his master told me that he could only count one person a day, and if he counted more, he would be punished by God."

"That's OK." The girl in green shirt hugged her arms and smiled: "You can test your marriage for the Zhao sister."

Zhao Xiang's daughter chased her shyly, but Song Beiyun just laughed: "It's OK, but you have to close your eyes first. I'll count the three, two, and one before you can open it. Otherwise, it will not only be unsatisfactory, but will also harm her marriage."

Zhao Xiang's daughter naturally didn't want to, but she couldn't resist the sisters' clamor, so she had to agree to this strange request.

Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Remember, remember, what you see then is the match between the Zhao sister's fate. No one else can rob it, otherwise you will be punished by God. Please close your eyes."

Several little girls closed their eyes one after another, and Song Beiyun also began to count down. When he counted to two, he pulled Yan Shu up and jumped down: "One!"

Then he heard a scream in the yard, but Yan Shu didn't say anything, but just looked at Zhao Yi with a burning look, and reached out to hand over the ball wrapped in the leaves. Zhao Yi's mind was blank at this moment, so he could only walk over and take the leaf foolishly.

Yan Shu himself is a handsome and handsome young man. Not only is he a poetic and self-cultivated, he is also really good-looking. When the two looked at each other, the Zhao sister's soul was almost hooked up by him.

But before the two of them could speak, Song Beiyun suddenly exerted force on his head, and Yan Shu was pulled down directly, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

After a while, Song Beiyun jumped up again: "Do you see your sweetheart?"

The girls inside were shocked and made a fuss. They insisted that Song Beiyun give them one, otherwise they would not return the clothes to him.

"That's not possible. You can't do more of this kind of thing." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Okay, give me your clothes quickly, that Zhao sister."

Zhao Yi's face was flushed at this moment, his eyes were full of spring. He didn't have time to think carefully when he heard Song Beiyun's words, so he picked up his clothes and returned them to him.

"Young man is so happy, don't be greedy." Song Beiyun smiled at Zhao Yi and said, "As for when will you meet, it will be as good as God's will."

"Ah...I..."
Chapter completed!