Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 85

"Master Hou, so many people are watching, pay attention to your image." Zheng Sen reminded softly.

"Whatever, go your own way and let others talk. I was going to have dinner on the painting boat. It's okay."

Zheng Sen held his forehead.

After the song, Miss Xiangjun shed tears on the spot. The guests felt sorry for her, but they didn't come forward because of the rules.

"Huh? What's going on, Brother Zheng, why is Xiangjun crying?"

Stopping his hands, Fang Xiaobai looked suspiciously at Miss Xiangjun on the stage.

Zheng Sen carefully leaned into Fang Xiaobai's ear and said, "Master Hou, you don't know that Miss Xiangjun's full name is Li Xiangjun. A few months ago, she seemed to meet a young man surnamed Hou. The two fell in love at first sight. It should have been a good story, why not?" Mr. Hou was framed by Ruan Dacheng, not only lost his official position, but also expelled from Nanjing City."

Damn, such bloody, typical Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, wait, her name is Li Xiangjun?Qinhuai Eight Famous Prostitutes?I actually missed her performance!Alas, I knew it would not be too late after dinner.

Seeing Fang Xiaobai's eyes widen suddenly, squinting (the literati next to him thought so) staring at Li Xiangjun non-stop, the literati in the green robe next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, let's talk about you, brother, I think you are also dressed as a rich man, why do you behave so indecently?" The green-robed scribe stood up and accused Xiaobai.

"That's right, Miss Xiangjun can be defiled by you, I advise you to leave early, don't dirty Miss Xiangjun's eyes."

Everyone spoke to each other, spreading all the resentment on him for not being loved, Fang Xiaobai was so angry that he couldn't speak.

I think there is something wrong with beautiful women?Could it be that the women on the streets of the Ming Dynasty could see it, but the women in the kiln could not, what theory?
I just want to see the demeanor of a famous prostitute, when will it become worthless in their mouths?
"Hey, pay attention to what you say, what is dirty is not dirty." Fang Xiaobai's retort was like water dripping into a frying pan, and the frying pan exploded in an instant.

The green-robed scribe scolded: "What's the matter with you being dirty? Seeing that you are dressed like a rich man, you probably dare to come to Meichun Building to approach Miss Xiangjun without knowing a few big characters. I don't know how high the heavens are and the earth is thick. If you can do it on the spot This poem is dedicated to Miss Xiangjun, it suits her heart, I, Chen Qingshan, take back what I said earlier, and apologize to you!"

Li Xiangjun noticed the situation on Fang Xiaobai's side, but she had already seen the strangeness, but she was curious about who the white-robed young man surrounded in the middle was, and her face was tense.

In terms of poetry, Fang Xiaobai couldn't memorize the three hundred capitals of Tang poems, so how could he talk about creation? If he came up with a combination of poetry and words, wouldn't they be laughed out of his teeth?Today is the Ming Dynasty, Tang poetry and Song Ci are useless, Yuan opera is not poetry, and Qing Dynasty seems to have never learned it...

While thinking hard, he quietly asked Zheng Sen for help, but the latter shook his head, expressing that he was helpless.

what to do?How to do it?Eh?There is.

"If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan.

Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is easy to change.

Lishan language stopped the night for a while, tears, rain, and Lin Ling did not complain.

How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will wish for that day. "

Fang Xiaobai became more and more absorbed in his thoughts, his eyes gradually turned red, and he took up the tea and drank it all in one go.

The green-robed scholar stood stunned on the spot. He did not expect that the person in front of him could actually compose a poem on the spot. He heard it clearly and could feel the meaning expressed in Fang Xiaobai's poem.

Li Xiangjun forgot his sadness for a moment, and Fang Xiaobai, whose beautiful eyes were in the center of the crowd, was about to invite him to go behind the stage to have a talk.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaobai violently pushed away the green-robed scholar blocking him, rushed out of the room, and ran out of the Meichun Building.

Breathing in the fresh air, Fang Xiaobai's tears couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes. When he read Nalan Xingde's "Magnolia Flower Order Imitating Ancient Judgment Poems and Friends", he recalled the first girl he had a crush on.

It was in high school, she sat in front of him, that time, she turned around and looked at him shyly, remembering that her bangs were hanging down, unable to completely cover her blushing cheeks, listening to her answer every word At that time, he didn't know the meaning of the poem he read out. It wasn't until he accidentally found this poem on the Internet after graduation that he realized that she also liked him.

It's a pity that after the college entrance examination, she stayed in this province, while he went out of the province to study in university. He never had the courage to confess his love to her. After graduating from university, he stayed in his local pharmaceutical company to work, and rarely returned to his hometown except for the New Year. There is no more intersection.

Fang Xiaobai, who was immersed in memories, covered his face and didn't notice Zheng Sen's arrival.cough cough!Zheng Sen coughed twice, bringing Fang Xiaobai back from memory to reality.

"Master Hou, I didn't expect you to be able to write such a poem. It's beyond my expectations. There is no doubt that tomorrow, your poems will spread throughout Nanjing!"

amount……

Fang Xiaobai remained expressionless, unmoved: "It's late at night, everyone goes back to each house, each finds his own mother, Brother Zheng, take your leave."

Duodan stepped up on his hind legs and took the initiative to illuminate the road ahead for Fang Xiaobai.Zheng Sen silently looked at his back as he left, thoughtfully. What Zheng Sen didn't know was that after a day's encounter with Xiaobai, the decree had a great impact, and gambling houses and brothels were successfully included in the primary elimination targets.

The way back was longer than when he came, so Fang Xiaobai deliberately took a long way home to relax.

"Dodan, do you think I'm stupid? I echoed the old saying of Master Xing: There was once a sincere love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. Well, I admit that I didn't even know whether it was love or not." , It’s too late to regret until it’s lost.”

As a wood elf, Dodan naturally doesn't understand human emotions. In the wood elf group, love is love, and he never makes insinuations. Although he is also a glorious single nobleman, he has been influenced by his parents since he was a child, so he naturally knows a lot: "Xiaobai, I don't know your human emotions, but I can tell you that love is predestined by the god of fate and cannot be changed."

Fang Xiaobai smiled self-deprecatingly: I, an atheist and a theist, say nothing about love, and I also talk about love across races. No one will ask me who Jing Jing is. Alright, Dodan, let's go back, it's too late, and the Houfu guards are going out to look for me again."

On the desolate street, a bright light illuminates the road ahead, and a lonely figure walks slowly along with the light.

The camera turned back to the Meichun Building. Since Fang Xiaobai left, Chen Qingshan, a literati in green robes, and the other guests lost face. They ate some tea and then bid farewell to Li Xiangjun and left. After a while, the room returned to calm again.

When Li Xiangjun returned to the boudoir, his mind was full of the poems chanted by Fang Xiaobai. It felt like meeting a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, and the same people who have fallen in the end of the world. "Wan'er, go and find out who that white-robed young man is."

Wan'er's servant girl thought for a while and said, "Miss, Wan'er saw that the white-robed young master and Mr. Zheng came together, most of them are Mr. Zheng's friends. Now Mr. Zheng is still outside the door, why don't you invite him in?"

"Okay, according to what you said, invite Mr. Zheng to enter."

(End of this chapter)