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"In that poetry meeting, what did Mr. Han do? What is the work that won the first place in the poetry meeting?"

Speaking of his own poems, Han Feng regained some confidence, cleared his throat, and recited his own works at the poetry meeting again.That girl Qianrong was even more surprised, covered her mouth and whispered: "A masterpiece + Young Master must have won the first prize at the poetry fair."

"Really? I heard that the best work at the poetry meeting is not the work of Mr. Han!" Xia Ru asked sarcastically, not giving Han Feng a chance to speak.

Han Feng's face immediately flushed red, recalling the scene at the poetry meeting, that was the shame in his life, he had gained countless fame, but was firmly stepped on by a cunning businessman in terms of poetry.What a shame!

Seeing Han Feng's silence for a long time, Qianrong was startled, turned her head and asked Xia Ru in a low voice: "Is there any better poetry than Mr. Han's? If the girl knows, come and read it to me."

Xia Ru raised her head triumphantly, and recited softly: "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water, and follow it backwards, and the road is long and obstructed. Follow it backwards, like in the middle of the water.

Jiajia 萋萋, white dew is not Xi.The so-called Iraqi people are in the Mae on the water.Following it retrospectively, the road hinders and ranks among them.Traveling back from there, I am in the water.

The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.The so-called Yi people are in the water.Go back from the road, resistance and right.From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water. "

"despair!"

With a soft sound, Qin Rong's chopsticks fell to the ground, but she didn't realize it, her expression was obsessed, and she was obviously still intoxicated in the song "Jianjia".

Xia Ru stretched out her hand and waved in front of the other party: "Girl, are you okay?"

Qianrong came back to her senses, her soft and dignified white face seemed to be covered with a layer of rouge, adding a bit of beauty, she lowered her head slightly, and said softly:

"I'm laughing. This work is really good. I never thought that someone in Bizhou could write such a shocking poem! I don't know who wrote it?"

Speaking of this, Xia Ru couldn't help standing up, and proudly stood up the majestic mountain: "From my family... from the hands of Master Li from the Li family."

"Master Li? Which Master Li?"

"Of course it's the big boss of Lijiabuzhuang, Mr. Li Quan and Li."

"Li Quan? That big profiteer? He can compose poetry?" Qian Rong, who had always maintained a calm expression, had a look of disdain and disbelief when she heard Li Quan's name.

The master is Xia Ru's god, how dare anyone look down on his master?

"You..." Xia Ru frowned, and was about to step forward to reason.

Li Quan, who kept his head buried in silence, stretched out his hand to stop Xia Ru. He didn't want to reveal his identity, and said lightly:

"Okay, stop arguing. What we appreciate is poetry, not people. It's enough to taste the artistic conception in the words. What's the use of knowing where it comes from?"

Li Quan's words surprised Qianrong, she turned her eyes to Li Quan in surprise, how can an ordinary farmer have such lofty views?Positive response:

"What this gentleman said is very true, but the little girl is superficial. I think that the gentleman's clothes are simple, but his conversation is extraordinary, and the wife next to him is well-behaved. Presumably the identities of the two are not as simple as they seem? I don't know Mr. What should I call it?"

Li Quan touched his beard in embarrassment, thinking that he is so old?Calling the man surnamed Han a son, but calling himself a master.Really depressing.But Li Quan still pretended to be unfathomable and replied:

"The girl is not an ordinary woman, right? Meeting is fate, why care about status? Cherish fate and drink to your heart's content is the right way."

Qianrong was taken aback again, and couldn't help but look up to Li Quan a little bit more. The person who had such a heart must be a child of a well-known Confucianist, and she didn't want to reveal her identity, so she dressed like this.Those great Confucianists who are hidden in the city are the real capable people, the seniors worthy of respect.

Qianrong's expression couldn't help but be a bit solemn, she got up and saluted respectfully: "Sir, the students are educated."

Han Feng was dumbfounded, thinking that the rhythm is wrong!In a blink of an eye, why is there no chance to intervene, and why is Miss Qianrong's attention shifted to the inconspicuous farmer?

Seeing that the other party was bowing to him as a disciple, Li Quan quickly got up and avoided, and hurriedly said: "Hey, what are you doing? We are friends of the same generation, so we should do as we please when we sit here. If you drink too much, eat meat too much It's refreshing, you're making me uncomfortable, sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

"Unrestrained, peaceful and casual. It really is a rare chance to see the legendary Confucianism. You must stay by his side and listen to his teachings."

Qianrong kept spreading her imagination, her little face flushed with excitement, she sat back on the table, owed Li Quan to fill a glass of wine, and said crisply:

"Sansheng is lucky to meet you today. The students offer a toast to you."

Li Quan didn't quite understand, when did he become a teacher and the other party became a student?But the beautiful woman can't stop drinking the toast, and stuffed it into her stomach without even thinking about it.

Han Feng was restless, thinking that if he didn't take action, he would have no sense of existence.So he volunteered again and prepared to write a poem.

But this time Han Feng failed to get what he wanted, and was stopped by Li Quan. Since the beauty is willing to be his student, let's pretend to be sophisticated!

"Young man, I know you have some knowledge. But knowledge is not used to show off in front of others. Can you tell me when the half-pot of water jingles?"

Qianrong gave full play to the glorious tradition of not being ashamed to ask: "Excuse me, sir, why is the half pot of water jingling?"

There are two jugs of wine on the table, one jug is half left, and the other is full.Li Quan picked up his chopsticks and tapped lightly on the full jug without making any sound.Then knock on the half pot of flagon, the sound is clear and sweet.

Qianrong was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that her heart was surging!

Great Confucianism is great Confucianism!Listening to what you say is better than reading ten years of books!

Quickly stood up and saluted again: "Student understands!"

Chapter 72: River Night

"Master, what you said is really good." Xia Ru also looked at Li Quan adoringly, her little face was red, brimming with happiness, as bright as a flower.

Li Quan's show off conquered the hearts of the two beauties, and at the same time drove Han Feng into the bottomless abyss.

Now Han Feng's face is ashen, and he always feels that the hostess looks at him differently than before.Anyway, he also knows how to advance and retreat, and understands that if he stays here at this time, it will only make Miss Qian Rong's affection for him continue to decrease, no matter how reluctant he is, he can only leave silently in the end.

Qianrong's heart is all tied to Li Quan, a great Confucian, and she is not familiar with Han Feng, so her compliments are part of the scene.So he didn't care about Mr. Han's departure, but poured another glass of wine with Li Quan happily:

"Sir, when are you going to go back today?"

"Come back when you're happy."

"Can students accompany me?"

Li Quan is a little embarrassed, not because he doesn't like beautiful women, but because the main purpose today is to accompany his wife: "This..."

"Very good!" Before Li Quan could answer, Xia Ru clapped her hands and agreed.

"Sister, you are really here!"

Qianrong was happy when a little girl in white clothes and skirt ran over, she was slim, smart and cute.The little girl jumped into Qianrong's arms in no time. Seeing the table full of delicious food and wine, she reached out to grab it, but she was slapped severely by her sister.

"Sister, why are you beating someone?" The little girl withdrew her hand and looked at her sister pitifully.

Qianrong smiled awkwardly at Li Quan, then lowered her head and said to the little girl: "Sister C, who is so rude, has something else to do, you go and play."

Only then did the little girl notice that there was someone at the table, and when the little girl's eyes swept over Li Quan's old face, she frowned slightly, as if she had fallen into deep thought.After a while, the little girl showed a dazed look, then jumped up from her sister's arms, pointed at Li Quan and shouted:

"Wow! You stinky rascal, I have found you!" The little girl's memory is sharper than that of an adult, and she recognized Li Quan dressed as a farmer at a glance, "Sister, sister! This is the stinky rascal who bullied me !Come on, help me quickly...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......"

Qianrong turned pale with fright, quickly covered the crazy girl's mouth, and bowed slightly to Li Quan with a blushing pretty face: "Sir, I'm really sorry. I'll come as soon as I go."

After all, he didn't care about the little girl's punching and kicking, and abruptly dragged the girl aside.

Although the little girl and a few servants stepped forward and said doubtfully: "Princess Qian, this is..."