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With a smile on her face, Xia Ru stared at the master without saying a word, only to see that the master's wine glass was empty and filled it up immediately.

"Xiao Ru, these women are far behind you. Why don't you go up and present a song?"

Xia Ru blinked and blinked: "Can you?"

Li Quan thought about it, and quickly shook his head: "No, no, how can my wife's skills be appreciated by others, or sing at home for the master to listen to alone."

"Ah."

As he said that, the table was filled with dishes of different styles, all of which were fresh fish that Li Quan caught just now.

Xia Ru has been looking forward to this seafood meal for a long time, and she is ready to move her chopsticks with a smile.But before the fresh and tender fish was put into the bowl, a discordant voice came from beside him:

"Come on! Come on! Why do they have fish to eat? We don't?"

Li Quan felt that the voice was a little familiar, and when he turned his head, he was really an acquaintance.

So it's Han Feng who came to participate in his poetry meeting?It seems that he is still one of the best in Bizhou.

Li Quan recognized Han Feng, but Han Feng couldn't recognize Li Quan. Who would have thought that the majestic Mr. Li would pretend to be a farmer here?

Han Feng held the folding fan in his hand and fanned himself a little anxiously. The words "Lijiabuzhuang" on it were faintly visible, which added a bit of joy to the scene.

A child hurried over and explained respectfully: "Mr. Han, the fish and shrimps on that table are all caught from the river by themselves. The freshwater fish on our flower boat is really sold out!"

"Fish and shrimp caught by myself? Who are you fooling? I, Han, have been in Bizhou for so long, and this is the first time I have heard of such a miracle! If it is really a fisherman, would he have the money to eat and drink on this flower boat?" Han Feng held the folding fan together. Received, said angrily, "Are you not giving me Han Feng face, or are you not giving Qianrong girl face?"

"No... Mr. Han, ask yourself, they really caught the fish themselves. Some people asked them to buy it, but they didn't sell it. Don't you eat it yourself?"

Han Feng moved to Li Quan's table suspiciously, his eyes swept away, and his anger suddenly surged!

Nima!Two people eat a table of food!And it's all fish, shrimp and river delicacies.

Han Feng was so angry that he couldn't calm down, so he didn't want to say anything, so he vented his anger on the boy: "Call your boss! I think you really don't want to do it anymore!"

There was another woman at the same table with Han Feng, seeing the awkward atmosphere, she got up and interjected softly: "Young Master Han, forget it, just don't eat."

The woman's voice was soft, but with a hint of determination.Li Quan couldn't help but glance sideways.

The woman wore a breast-wrapped purple dress, with a blue half-arm outside, wide-mouthed sleeves hanging down to her feet, soft silk, moving with the wind, a pink ribbon tied around her chest, matching the pink flowing clouds on her shoulders. The fragrant shoulders echo each other, as light as red clouds.Looking at the cheeks, the facial features and complexion are not inferior to that of Xia Ru beside her, especially the long hair like a waterfall, vertical to the waist, without any decoration, it looks dignified and natural.

Xia Ru squinted her eyes at the master beside her, covered her mouth and chuckled, knowing that the master's old problem was committed, she pretended to blame and said:

"Master, is Xiaoru still watching, or is that girl pretty?"

Old Li Quan blushed, quickly looked away, and patted his wife's small waist embarrassingly: "Of course the lady is good-looking."

Just as he was talking, those thief eyes couldn't help but look aside.

Seeing the woman get up, Han Feng shyly walked in front of her like a pug, and suggested in a low voice: "Hey! I'm really sorry, it's rare for Miss Qianrong to come to Bizhou, this is the first small request of Han I can't be satisfied, I'm really ashamed. But even if there is no river fish, there are other delicious dishes here, why don't we eat something else?"

The woman sat back on her seat indifferently: "Forget it, did you not eat delicacies from mountains and seas when you were in Beijing? I just heard that Bijiang's seafood is the best in the world, so I want to try it. Since I don't have a chance today, I will come back another day. As for other things , I'm really not interested."

Han Feng sat down opposite the woman with a face of unwillingness, frowning and thinking of other ways to please her.At this moment, Xia Ru stood up, waved to the woman and said:

"Girl, my husband and I can't eat so much. Since the girl wants to eat seafood, if you don't mind, you can come and have the same table."

Chapter 71: Sir and Student

"Miss Qianrong, those two people are just dressed in ordinary folk houses. If you sit with them, you may have an identity."

Seeing that the girl named Qian Rong hesitated, Han Feng spoke nervously.

After listening to Han Feng's words, the girl Qianrong showed a smile: "They don't know my identity, so there will be nothing wrong with sitting with them."

After finishing speaking, he lifted his skirt and slowly got up, walked to Li Quan's table and bowed his head in salute.Li Quan and Xia Ru both stood up and bowed their hands in return.Li Quan smirked in his heart, but on the surface he appeared extremely sincere, and made a gesture of please sit down: "Please sit down, girl."

Qianrong sat down with a smile, looked at the table full of all kinds of seafood, couldn't hide her joy, and thanked Li Quan very reservedly.

The small world of the two with the beauty was destroyed in this way, Han Feng was angry and helpless, walked to Li Quan's table with a gloomy face, and continued to act.

Seeing that Han Feng was about to sit down, Li Quan kicked the other side's stool half a meter away.Han Feng didn't notice, felt that there was nothing below, and hit the ground with his buttocks. With a cry of pain, he threw the folding fan in his hand!

Han Feng sat on the ground for a while, feeling the blood in his body rushed to his forehead, his face was flushed, he turned over from the ground furiously, pointed at Li Quan and said angrily, "You!"

"What me? I only invited this girl, but not you."

Han Feng resisted the urge to rush up to fight Li Quan, picked up the folding fan, and kept fanning himself to calm down his mood: "I am friends with Miss Qian Rong, and where she is, I naturally have to be there too! "

With a beautiful woman by his side, Li Quan couldn't act too much. He looked at Qian Rong, seeking her opinion.

It was indeed wrong for Han Feng to come here uninvited, but Li Quan directly kicked his stool off, making the other party so embarrassing.In Qianrong's view, this has gone too far.On the contrary, he felt a little more sympathy for Han Feng, and said softly:

"Although Mr. Han Feng and I are not friends yet, we did come with him this time. If we don't give up, let Mr. Han sit aside."

The beauties all spoke, and Li Quan couldn't say anything. He rolled his eyes at Han Feng: "I'm sorry just now, please sit down."

Only then did Han Feng go to the table resentfully, to calm himself down, and soon he turned into a pug again, begging for mercy around the hostess with a courteous face.

"Miss Qianrong, please try this. This one is also good."

Miss Qianrong ate to her heart's content, and from time to time she would smile and praise Bijiang's cultivation of water and soil is just different.

When it came to eating food, Li Quan had less communication with each other. Apart from eating by himself, he mostly shared food with Xia Ru, looking like a loving couple.But Xia Ru seemed to be absent-minded, and secretly blinked at Li Quan from time to time, looking very anxious to see that the master didn't understand her good intentions.Especially there is an eye-catching Han Feng next to him.

Halfway through the food and drink, Han Feng thought that the atmosphere was getting better, so he volunteered to recite a poem for Miss Qianrong.

Han Feng does have practical knowledge, just a poem, which made Miss Qianrong call her talented, but Pug was so happy that the folding fan was closed and opened, opened and closed again. Queen toes up.

Xia Ru looked at Han Feng furtively, puffed up her cheeks angrily, and thought to herself that she would lead the red thread for the master, so could it be that she wanted to make a wedding dress for someone else?No matter whether the master succeeds or not, anyway, he can't let this little boy take advantage of him.

While riding the Han Feng complacently, Xia Ru suddenly opened her mouth, pretending not to understand, and asked: "Girl, is the poem this young master just wrote really good?"

In Qianrong's eyes, the two of them were just ordinary people from a wealthy family. It was natural for them not to understand poetry. Slowly put down the bowls and chopsticks, nodded with a smile and explained:

"Perhaps the two of you don't know that Mr. Han Feng was a well-known number one figure in the literary circles of the Qing Dynasty. The little girl also admired her name for a long time when she was in Beijing. There are still a few poems by Mr. Han Feng in her home. I lost my temper, and I always thought that this masterpiece could only be produced after careful consideration, but I never thought that when I saw it today, Mr. Han is also so good at impromptu poetry, he is really the leader of my younger generation in the Qing Dynasty."

Listening to Miss Qianrong's words, Han Feng felt that he was about to fly lightly, and he folded his hands modestly, but couldn't help grinning silly.

"Really?" Xia Ru pretended to be skeptical, "Why didn't you hear the name of Mr. Han Feng at the poetry meeting that ended not long ago? Did you not write a poem or did you not participate?"

"Mr. Han, does anyone in Bizhou hold a poetry fair?" Miss Qianrong seemed interested in the poetry fair and asked Han Feng curiously.

Han Feng faintly felt something was wrong, and replied with some embarrassment: "Yes."

"The Chinese and Korean sons in the poetry meeting must have performed well, right?"

"This...it's okay, it's okay."