You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who look at the scenery are watching you upstairs.

Just like this moment.

Yang Mo saw the slutty young man singing upstairs, and the slutty young man also saw him.

Not only did I see him, but I also saw the bad guys behind me.

If Yang Mo can find this place, bad people can naturally find it too.

As soon as they entered the neighborhood, they immediately attracted the attention of the young men.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you bad guys here also here? Why don't you get out of here?"

"What, you dare to glar at me. Do you know who my father is? My father Sun Ruoshan!"

...

Those who can come here are all the princes of the aristocratic families and the children of squire in the city. They originally looked down on bad people very much.

Seeing them coming in, I was naturally unhappy.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Why did you group of eagle claw grandsons come?"

The young man on the second floor stood up when he said this. He obviously had drunk a lot, but his consciousness was very clear and his eyes were bright.

"Don't interfere with official duties, we are ordered to catch people..."

The leader of the bad guy in the head was flushed and shouted loudly. Before he could speak, someone in the crowd shouted: "Go to yours!"

Then a jar of wine was thrown over, landing at their feet, and smashing it to pieces.

The fragments were everywhere, and the wine splashed all over them, making them feel very embarrassed, which made everyone laugh.

"It's easy for you group of eagle claw grandsons to let me go back with you. Just come up and drink. If you can drink better than me, I will go back with you!"

The young man walked to the railing with a wine jar and hiccupped his wine.

Everyone around them also cheered and cheered.

Most of this group of bad people are adapted by refugees. They can’t even eat on weekdays and have never drunk alcohol. When they heard this, they became indifferent.

As soon as they entered the street and saw this scene, they were panicked. They saw that the young men who were all dressed and arrogant and domineering in the road felt shorter.

Everyone coaxed each other, but they didn't even dare to say anything. Some people wanted to leave, but they didn't dare to leave, and they became embarrassed.

Among the bad guys, a short man looked at his companions around him, gritted his teeth, and asked for wealth and honor in danger. Today, he will fight for a wealth and honor tomorrow!

It immediately pushed the crowd away: "I'll do it!"

He walked quickly towards the restaurant. The young master who was blocking the road saw that his worn-out clothes were glistening and approaching a foul smell. He folded his fans to cover his nose and retreated to dodge.

The short man was proud and went up to the second floor with his head held high. He felt that the child at the table was blocking the way, so he pushed him away. Liangzi was caught off guard and fell to the ground, oh oh oh.

When the young man saw this, he put away his smile and looked displeased.

The man had already rushed to his side, opened his hands and went to find him. The young man was flexible in body movements, and he hid in a sideways, making him lose his breath, then he stretched out his legs and kicked him down from the second floor.

The short man rolled on the ground, rubbing and knocking, his face was blue and purple, red and black, causing people around him to burst into laughter.

"Bah! I know that the Eagle Clawed Grandson who bullies the child, spits on you, I think it's dirty!"

The young man spat, his face full of contempt.

The man wanted to make a contribution, but he didn't expect that he would be thrown down as soon as he went up. His face was flushed red. He heard the laughter of the young men around him. After seeing the brothel woman wearing a veil beside him, he saw the smile of the flowers trembling with flowers, and felt even more shameless.

Angry and angry, he sat on the ground and shouted at the second floor, "A dog bastard who was killed by a thousand swords, dare you beat the imperial officials!"

The young man spoke very quickly: "Who is the dog bastard scolded by a thousand-killed dog?"

The short man couldn't react and responded: "The dog bastard who got scolded you!"

The people around him burst into laughter again after hearing this, and the gauze women around him laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth.

"Bah, it's a dog-like thing, but you dare to say that you are the imperial official!"

"I originally thought you were a dwarf winter melon refugee, but I didn't expect you to be a dog bastard who was killed by a thousand swords!"

...

"Okay, please bring him back quickly and save your lame master from embarrassing you."

Although Yang Mo didn't like the short man in his heart, he saw that these people were so sarcastic that they were even more dissatisfied with the refugees in his words, and he felt even more displeased.

After hearing this, the leading bad guy quickly stepped forward and pulled the short man back.

The young man saw it, looked up and down at Yang Mo, snorted coldly, turned to look at the group of young men: "What are you talking about about the famous young master Jin in Taiyuan? When will I come? I escaped from the prison of the bad guy in order to make the appointment."

No one responded, and the young man took another sip of wine and smiled, "What's the matter, there's not a single one to drink in such a huge Taiyuan City?"

He was extremely arrogant and made the newly arrived client very upset.

"I'm comparing with you!"

A tall and thin man walked out of the brothel opposite, and rolled up his sleeves while inserting the folding fan into his waist.

"You can't do it, you don't deserve to drink with me." The young man looked closely, then shook his head and waved his hand, looking disgusted.

"Why?" The tall and thin man wanted to show off in front of everyone, but was stunned when he heard this.

"You are so ugly. I can't drink it after seeing it, and I even want to vomit."

The young man turned his head and didn't want to look at him, so he just waved his hand.

"you!"

The people around him laughed again, and the tall and thin face was flushed with shame. He pointed at the young man and was so angry that he couldn't breathe: "You! You!"

"What's wrong with me? I feel so beautiful and breeze like this, I feel unworthy of drinking good wine. You ugly monster, where do you have the courage to fight with me? Get out quickly, get out quickly, don't ruin my interest in drinking!"

Everyone around him also followed him, and the tall and thin man covered his face and walked away with a dusty face.

"Boy, don't be arrogant. I will meet you later!"

The more young people are like this, the more they attract some young men to suppress him and make a good appearance in the street.

A handsome young man walked out slowly with his fan.

The young man looked at him: "Well, the skin is okay, but what number is there?"

"This is the famous Chen Dacaizi in our Taiyuan City!"

The servant next to him showed off with a smug look, and after saying that, he even put his waist on his back and looked around.

"Talented?"

The young man became interested: "Can you write poetry?"

"A joke, I have been studying hard for more than ten years, how could I not even write poetry?"

"Since that's the case, I'll listen to the literati and talented people in this world."

Others didn't hear any clues, they just thought the young man was drunk.

But Yang Mo, who was looking at him with relish, was shocked: "Is this world really a time traveler? Why is it so high-profile?"

In a while of confusion, the young master Chen's follower took out a collection of poems from his arms, shook his head and recited it loudly.

It is no longer as arrogant and carefree as before, but it is a bit more lonely.

"Jinyang fine wine tulips, jade bowl holds amber light!"

He read a word, paused, then drank it all, then poured another cup, looked at Lan Qi opposite him, and suddenly laughed: "But let the master get drunk, I don't know where is a foreign land!"

After the young man finished reading, the whole street became quiet.

Only he exclaimed loudly: "Good wine! Good wine!"

In the beautiful eyes of Miss Lanqi, there were many more and more colors, and even tears were faintly hidden. She slowly stood up, bowed to the young man from a distance, opened her red lips and asked, "I dare to ask the young master's name, thank you for your poem."

The young man quickly reached out his hand, as if he wanted to help her, and said, "Sister is so serious. Why don't you give me poetry? Today, I can admire my sister's fairy face, and it's not in vain to come to this world!"
Chapter completed!