Song Beiyun

As for the two elder brothers below, they never imagined that they were favored by a rich woman!

Looking at the roast chicken and leg of lamb in front of them, their eyeballs are straightened. At this moment, the poems and distant places in the world are not as simple and direct as the simple and direct attraction in front of them.

But just as the little brother was about to take the things, Fang Zhiwei stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Thank you for my lady, she may have misunderstood, my brother and I are just looking for articles here, we are not hungry."

"Ask for an article? What article are you looking for?" His younger brother raised his head in astonishment: "Brother, roast chicken! How long has it been since we ate meat!"

Fang Zhiwei gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a few days of Qingxiu and you have such a posture! In the past, you ate a lot of delicacies, and you can't even endure these few days of penance?"

His attitude was resolute, but the female officer couldn't possibly take the things back, that's His Majesty...

So she had no choice but to put the things on the steps beside her, turned around and left.

"Go, throw this thing away." Fang Zhiwei ordered his younger brother loudly, as if speaking specifically to the female officer: "Don't let the wine and meat stain my eyes."

Chapter 727: Rain on August 2, Seven Years

The night market in Jinling City was originally one of the scenery on the Qinhuai River. It was lively during the day and even more lively at night.

Liaoxin is incomparable, and gold is incomparable. The only thing that can be compared is the Zhuque Night Market in Chang’an in the northwest. Walking along Gongyuan Street, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Qinhuai scenery. .The hawkers who sold jewellery, silk satin, rouge and gouache during the day were replaced by those who bought snacks, pets, rare goods from various countries, antique calligraphy and paintings, etc. The style was changed but the bustle remained the same.

The melodious strings and bamboos are heard from the painting boats on the Qinhuai River, the breeze slowly supports the willows, and the silk fabrics have holes in the sky.The Qinhuai River in the gentle wind and drizzle has a special wonder. Being in it is like walking into a blurred realm, which is too beautiful to behold.

"Brother, don't you want to eat?"

"Don't talk nonsense, finish it quickly."

The two brothers hid in the shadow of the alley, Fang Zhiwei tore off a chicken leg and ate it up in three or two bites, even let him chew the leg bone to savor its taste.And the piece of meat next to it made the two of them have already eaten up the white flour steamed bun.

Throw?If this thing is thrown away, it will be struck by lightning. These days are not good, and the price of chickens, ducks, sheep, pigs and dogs has risen a lot. It is not easy for ordinary people to eat it once a month, let alone their desperation. children.

After eating and drinking, the two brothers burped at the same time, and the younger brother patted his belly and said, "That young lady is really kind-hearted."

"There is still money." Fang Zhiwei said very seriously: "It's not ordinary rich."

"Yes, there is still money."

Don't talk nonsense, Fang Zhiwei's best ability is to observe the details. From the meat that was delivered, it can be seen that the lady above must not be a local. These are the famous dishes of Zuichunlou.

How much can a girl's family eat?But since you can't eat much but you have so much, what does this mean?This shows that people simply want to taste the taste of Jinling City.

The things in Zuichunlou are not cheap, five hundred yuan for a roast chicken, which is the price when Fang Zhiwei went to dinner with a lady before the drought last year, but now it may have to be more expensive than usual.

And the big plate of roasted lamb is probably very expensive, all of which are lamb chops, and the raw meat bought from outside costs three to four hundred yuan a catty, plus the craftsmanship of the prairie cooks and the Gongyuan Street where every inch of land is expensive. Let alone a catty in Zui Chun Lou, it costs seven to eight hundred Wen. The lamb chop just now was more than a catty, and the lady gave it ten.

This move is not ordinary lavishness, even those wealthy households in Jinling City dare not waste their money so badly.

"Brother, there is still some juice in this plate, wait for me to ask for another steamed bun, let me dip it in and eat."

"It's worthless." Fang Zhiwei squinted at his idiot brother: "Don't tell me a word later, I almost got you mixed up."

"I know……"

Fang Zhiwei sighed, and glanced at the idiot-like brother, seeing that one end of him was agreeing and the other end was actually licking the plate, so he shook his head angrily, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his mouth, After tidying up her appearance: "Let's meet that female Bodhisattva in the street later, and keep her happy tonight."

"What kind of happy way?"

"You will know then." Fang Zhiwei clapped his fan in his hand: "Let's go!"

The two walked into the Qinhuai night market in the dark, and Fo Baonu was standing by a willow tree at the moment, and there was a painter copying her portrait opposite. Now the business of this kind of portraits is booming. My sister-in-law loves to let craftsmen paint here, and put them at home or give them away.

Naturally, Fo Baonu couldn't be exempt. When she put on men's clothing, she would never see herself in this posture again, so she wanted to leave a commemoration of her most beautiful appearance, even if she had to stand here for half an hour.

"Girl, by the looks of you, you shouldn't be on Double Ten, right?" In order to avoid boring customers, the painter usually chats with them while painting, so he usually thinks of something and says, "It's nice to be young."

Fo Baonu chuckled: "You're joking, I'm almost thirty."

When she met Song Beiyun, she was already 23. Now almost five years have passed, and the children are over three years old, and they are still in their twenties... This boss can really talk.

"I can't see it, I can't see it, Madam is really rare."

Fo Baonu is used to compliments such as "My Emperor is wise" and "Your Majesty is wise". When she heard such a unique compliment, she smiled sincerely. Although she knew that the painter said this as a way to attract customers, But somehow it was a pleasure to hear.

After a while, the painting is completed.Fo Baonu stepped forward to take a look, and felt that this person's craftsmanship was quite good, and he painted himself softly and beautifully, which was very eye-catching.

"Wait a minute, madam, I'll frame it for you right now."

While waiting for the painter to frame it, Fo Baonu held an umbrella and looked at the scenery on the Qinhuai River. The lights on both sides of the river greeted his eyes like stars, and being in it was like being in the Milky Way.

Fobaonu, who had seen the slaughter and broken eaves on the battlefield, couldn't help but feel emotional. He sighed that peace is hard to find, and then he thought that the person who created all this was the bad guy who would hold himself and call him a baby. , she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Madam is all right."

With a call, Fo Baonu was pulled back from Shenyou Taixu, she asked the female officer to take the scroll, gave the money and left.

In fact, she has some quirks, for example, she usually doesn't directly accept things that others hand over, which makes him look aloof, but she doesn't know that she just thinks it's dirty.

But it's strange to say that I clearly dislike others so much, but when I meet that dog thing, I don't think anything is dirty, even the thing that swallowed him...

"Your Majesty, those two rogues are here."

The female officer reminded Fo Baonu in a low voice, but Anu just smiled: "It's okay, didn't you see that Song Shaobao didn't treat him as an object?"

It's interesting to think that the dog man not only didn't take those two people seriously, but even cheated them of a hundred coins.

But if Song Beiyun didn't take it seriously, would Fo Baonu take it seriously?As a person who traveled around at the age of 15, went to the battlefield at the age of 17, and went north to fight on the side of Yinshan Mountain at the age of 23, this kind of scene is nothing more than a joke.

As for saying that you want to hook up with Fo Baonu, that is really a joke, just because these people are worthy?Don't even look at who her man is, Song Beiyun is not a short-bodied commoner who makes a living by selling pancakes, but a man who gallops across 36 kingdoms and builds a prosperous dynasty with his own strength. The emperor would rather exchange the sixteen states and counties for those who cannot.

So Song Beiyun didn't care about this kind of thing, and Fo Baonu naturally didn't care about it either.

"By the way, how is Han Ji recently?"

Fo Baonu suddenly thought of Han Ji who was building roads in the northwest. Almost two years had passed, and he didn't know what the situation was like there.

So she asked a question.The female officer immediately stepped forward and said: "Master Han has not reported for some days, it seems that because of the tight schedule, she has now entered the mountain with the engineering team."

"It's been hard work. You send a letter back tomorrow to reward those who participated in the road construction and let them have a good year. The specific matters will be considered by the officials."

"Yes."

While speaking, she had come to a booth where the riddles were guessed. The stall owner would put the lantern riddles and rewards into the lanterns. It cost ten renminbi to guess a piece, and if the answer was correct, she would be rewarded.

Although they are all inconspicuous little objects, such as wooden hairpins, small purses, handmade tiger-head shoes, dolls, etc., this game is very attractive. When some small gifts will give out cheers, people especially sigh youth.

There are many lantern riddles, but the simple ones were quickly snatched by others, and the rest of the more difficult ones were left there. Although the rewards inside were the best, no one could take them away.

Fo Baonu stepped forward and asked the female officer to give the boss money, and took out a lantern riddle: fat baby, slippery hands and feet, red pointed mouth, hair all over, red belly.

Fo Baonu looked at it for a while, but he didn't think of an answer after thinking for a long time. Just when he was about to shake his head and give up, a voice came from beside him: "Isn't this exactly Tao?"

Looking back, it was one of the two little gangsters. He was just looking at it from a distance before, but he was a handsome little man when he put it in. He was not badly dressed, and he was holding a fan in his hand. Personable appearance.

"Hello, girl." Fang Zhiwei cupped his hands towards Fo Baonu with his fan: "I just thank you for the gift, but the girl seems to have misunderstood it. My brother and I are not begging for food on the side of the road, but because the article is well written. I was sleepy, so I came out to observe the various states of the world. After the girl left, this matter has been entangled in my heart, if I don't explain it to the girl, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep all night."

Fo Baonu sneered and ignored him.It's just that she laughed suddenly from her icy appearance, like a budding jasmine blooming in an instant, amazed Fang Zhi's only face.

Fang Zhiwei didn't get too close, but stood beside Fo Baonu, looked at her with a smile on his face and said, "The girl doesn't seem to be from the local area. I don't know where the girl came from?"

"Liao."

Fo Baonu replied coldly, and Fang Zhiwei nodded repeatedly: "That's right, I think the girl's demeanor is like a vast expanse of Liaohe River, quiet and deep. It's not like this small family in the south. It seems that Xiaosheng has no Misread."

His speaking skills are very good, whether it is expression or tone, he can give people a kind of gentle feeling, not to say he likes it, but he never hates it.

Seeing that Fo Baonu didn't speak, he wrote the answers to the lantern riddles to the owner of the booth. The boss handed over a small wooden carving pendant, and he took it and handed it to Fo Baonu: "Girl, please."

Chapter 728: Rain on August 2, Seven Years

As a person who wanders among women all day long and makes a living by it, he doesn't mind the cold attitude of the other party, because he has seen too many women like this, as long as he is shameless and doesn't care about it, he can make steel every day. It can also be turned into soft fingers.

Based on his experience, the colder the woman at the beginning, the more obsessed and obsessed she will become in the end. On the contrary, the kind of woman who is excited and eager to try at the beginning will turn her face the most once the novelty wears off. Do not recognize people.

When Fo Baonu walked forward, he would walk beside him, no matter whether Fo Baonu paid attention to him or not, as long as he encountered something that Fo Baonu paid a little attention to, he would whisper the origin and allusions beside him.

From the Qinhuai River to the Confucius Temple, from the Gongyuan to the woodcarving, although there are many words, they are not overwhelming. They are like a tour guide who introduces the people, customs, anecdotes and anecdotes.

To be honest, this kind of person is not annoying. Although Fo Baonu is unwilling to talk to him, let alone accept things from him, he will still listen to his introduction patiently, such as those stories on the Qinhuai River, The blood and tears of the oirans, the love when they were poor and humble, really have several meanings.

He is better than Song Beiyun in this point. Song Beiyun's aloofness is terrifying. That guy never wants to ask about folk anecdotes, let alone carefully explain the customs to her. From what that guy knew, even if he asked, he would probably just find someone to explain.

"This is Sanniang Spring."

Fang Zhiwei pointed to a seemingly inconspicuous well, and introduced in a low voice: "It is said that there was such a thing in Jinling City in the early years. At that time, the capital of the Song Dynasty was still in Bianliang City, and there was a family surnamed Chen here. , there is a daughter in the family who is twenty-eight years old, and she is as beautiful as a flower. But the couple in that family are both addicted to gambling. The boy from the same town has a love affair. The boy went to Beijing to rush for the exam, but he didn't know that the person he loved was bullied. When he returned to his hometown after becoming famous, he found that Sanniang had thrown himself into a well. After planting a big locust tree, this place became the famous Sanniang Spring. It is said that if a lover throws a copper coin into the well on the seventh day of July, he will be able to stay with his lover for a lifetime."

Fo Baonu looked at the locust tree in front of him and the Sanniang Spring on the stone tablet beside the tree, with a disdainful expression, turned around and walked forward.

"Don't you try it, girl? It is said that it is quite effective."

Fo Baonu stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Fang Zhiwei, and jokingly asked, "Why should I be blessed by a stupid woman who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well? Is she worthy?"

One sentence choked Fang Zhiwei, and he was unable to speak for a while. Originally, he thought that the woman in front of him would either think of the past and feel nostalgic, or be moved by the touching story, but he didn't expect her to open her eyes. The mouth is "Is she worthy?"

How does one answer this?

"Girls don't give in to men." Fang Zhiwei complimented dryly, "It's Xiaosheng... Xiaosheng..."

"Reward." Fo Baonu didn't bother to look at him in embarrassment, so he just waved his hand, and the female officer next to him immediately stepped forward and took out a ten-count official note and handed it to Fang Zhiwei.

"Ah... this..." Fang Zhiwei was dumbfounded, he hasn't started cheating yet, why did he pay for it?

Holding the money, his younger brother hurriedly stepped forward to observe: "Wow! This lady is so rich! She is ten guan when she comes up."

Fang Zhiwei also came to his senses at this time, seeing that Fo Baonu in front of him had gone far away, he didn't care to think about it, so he hurriedly chased after him.

He continued to be his tour guide, introducing the local customs, folk stories and delicacies here to Fobaonu, but his heart became more and more empty, because he began to find that the sister in front of him was different from other families.

The aura is really too strong. When facing women from other families, he always thinks about what to do next, but facing this sister, he feels that he is reporting to the superior officials.

When people are dissatisfied in some places, as long as he frowns, he dare not continue talking.It wasn't that he didn't want to but that he didn't dare, it was the sense of oppression that made him stop involuntarily.

Especially when it comes to efficacies, blessings, or evil ways, the other party's first reaction is to be disdainful...

Do you bother to understand?For example, the most famous haunted house in Nanjing City, Fang Zhiwei was always in trouble in this place, and those girls would show panic when they heard the horror story, no matter how reserved they were.

But when this elder sister heard about the massacre, human buns, and ghosts, her face was disdainful, and she even dared to step into the gloomy haunted house for a walk.

Not everyone can have this kind of attitude, Fang Zhiwei was not only sighing, but simply amazed.

Those common words couldn't impress the woman in front of her at all. She talked sweetly and showed her talent, but it was useless...

The only thing that made her laugh was when she was reciting Song Beiyun's poetry anthology, but how could she laugh at such a time?Shouldn't it be moving?When women from other families heard those lingering poems, they all looked at the sky full of emotion, or sighed softly.

"Is this poem written by that Song Beiyun?"

"That's right, I am a top-notch talented scholar in the Song Dynasty, and I am excellent in both poetry and prose."

Fo Baonu couldn't help laughing out again, what is Song Beiyun capable of that she doesn't know?Those fake and rough poems can only be said to have copied his shape but have no soul inside.

Because Song Beiyun never knew how to write love poems, the words he wrote were always counting romantic figures and looking at the present, and they were always about thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon.How can I write such hypocritical, bright moon, beautiful women, soft and sweet like water.

"Okay, back off."

Fo Baonu waved his hand: "Reward."

The female officer stepped forward again and gave Fang Zhiwei ten pennies, then followed Fo Baonu and got into a carriage on the side of the road.

The carriage rolled forward, Fang Zhiwei was left in a daze in a daze, and his younger brother came up: "Brother! We are rich!"

Yes, get rich.In one night, the elder sister said the reward eight times, and she got the reward of [-] guan. This is money that other people can't earn in two years, but in front of the elder sister, it is like feeding a bone to a cat or dog on the side of the road. with ease.

This contrast made him feel indescribably uncomfortable, very, very uncomfortable, but the discomfort was mild, and the most important thing was that he had to pay attention to his words all the time, don't say anything. After the colorful joke, he thought carefully about the choice of words and sentences, making him return to the time when he entered the examination room in a trance.

"Can we see her again tomorrow?" The younger brother stepped forward and asked, "We can wash our hands in a golden basin after a few more visits."

"No..." Fang Zhiwei shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to see her again."

After returning to the residence, Fo Baonu came to Song Beiyun's side. Seeing Xiao Song gnawing chicken feet and soaking his feet, she frowned: "Are you back?"

"Well, are you having fun?" Xiao Song pushed the chicken feet in front of her: "It tastes good, I marinated it at night."

"Are you bitter?" Fo Baonu leaned over and said, "Hey me."

Song Beiyun fed her a chicken paw, and then said with a smile, "Where are you going to play tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, I plan to go to the new city and see how the new city on your side is."

Song Beiyun nodded: "I may not be free, so you went by yourself again."

"I found a guide." Fo Baonu said with a smile, "That little rascal is pretty easy to handle."

"It's okay, that kind of local snake is easy to handle."

Fo Baonu told Song Beiyun exactly what he saw and heard today, and he knew the purpose of that rascal as soon as he heard it. It is estimated that Fo Baonu also knew it, but it was not that Song Beiyun looked down on him. He couldn't bear a person like Nu, and he didn't even need Fo Baonu to say anything. The aura alone was no longer something that people could bear.