The best county magistrate

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

"What a great word. What a great blessing to hear this eternal quatrain during the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Guo Changzhou praised.

Then An Wenyuan raised his wine glass and said loudly: "This situation and this situation should come to light!"

Zhou Miaomiao is a child of Jianghu. She doesn’t know much about poetry and poetry, but she just thinks that the poem written by Yang Xuanchen has a beautiful artistic conception.

Now the performance of several great scholars clearly told her that this poem was another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

And it is a masterpiece written for her alone!

Her heart felt like it was wrapped in honey, and she wished she could grow a pair of wings and fly back to her lover immediately.

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

"What a beautiful sentence. I really envy my sister to have such a good man!"

This is what Fu Tingyu said.

"Sister, would your husband mind having another wife?"

Her question confused Zhou Miaomiao, and made Fu Chuan spit out a mouthful of wine.

What happened to the Fu family this year? First Fu Tingxue fell, and then Fu Tingyu also fell.

Sin!

Yang Xuanchen, I am at odds with you.

Concubine Shu covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, "Does Tingyu also like that boy?"

"Did you know that girl Ting Xue also likes her?"

"Are you planning for two sisters to serve one husband together?"

After saying this, the two girls were shy and Zhou Miaomiao remained silent.

"Nonsense, Ting Yuxiu is talking nonsense." Fu Chuan scolded him coldly.

Then he apologized to Zhou Miaomiao: "Don't take it to heart, the Wine Fairy. These two girls are just joking."

Zhou Miaomiao doesn't think so.

Let’s not talk about Fu Tingyu, let’s take Fu Tingxue as an example. During the Lantern Festival Literary Meeting, she looked at Yang Xuanchen with stars in her eyes.

In addition, I spent two days alone with him a few days ago, so maybe the two of them held hands and kissed.

However, there were big bosses at the table and Concubine Shu was present, so she didn't dare to show off her face.

"Master Fu's words are serious. If your husband has intentions in his heart, I, as a doctor, can't stop him, can I?"

"If Tingyu and Tingxue really like my husband, why not..."

Concubine Shu snatched her away mid-sentence, "We'll talk about this later. The two girls are not old enough to get married in a hurry."

She blinked at Zhou Miaomiao, curled her lips slightly, and spoke again, "That boy's poem is really good!"

"Is Ting Xue interested in composing music for this water-melody singer with your aunt?"

Fu Tingxue stood up and said, "Tingxue listens to my aunt."

The two of them sat in front of the piano. After a moment, a melodious piano sound came from Concubine Shu's fingertips.

The sound of the piano is like the waves of wheat beating in the autumn wind, and like bamboo shoots falling in the rain.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

Fu Tingxue's voice was exceptionally clear, and the lyrics and music sung from her mouth made everyone intoxicated.

After singing a song, my heart turns softly.

Concubine Shu cried while playing the piano, and she also missed Emperor Jianwen who was far away in the capital.

"Teachers, after I return to the capital, how about asking your Majesty to erect a thousand-word monument in front of the academy gate?"

"If there are any masterpieces or quatrains passed down from generation to generation in the future, we will engrave them on a monument and pass them on to future generations to read!"

Her proposal was loudly praised by the three heads of the academy.

Literati pay attention to face. If their poems could be written on thousands of inscriptions, their ancestors' graves would be filled with smoke.

With Zhou Miaomiao's consent, Yang Xuanchen's water tune song became popular in Linjiang City within half an hour.

At the same time, hundreds of miles away in Youfeng Tower in Qingshui County, three sworn brothers and Shen Qingyun were drinking flower wine while holding a beauty in their arms.

The lewd atmosphere rippled in the private room, and all eight people's faces were flushed, it was so lively.

"This is what a man should do!"

"Come on! Drink!"

Tiangong raised his wine glass and drank loudly.

Shen Qingyun echoed: "Brother, you are right, come on, let's go!"

Liu Yan'er was sitting on Yang Xuanchen's lap and was twisting her body involuntarily. She brought the wine glass to his mouth, "Sir, you also have a drink."

"what……"

She let out a long cry, "Sir, don't... I don't want it anymore."

Yang Xuanchen laughed and took his hand out from between her legs. Immediately, a piece of silk handkerchief wiped away the glitter on his fingertips.

Looking at the girl who was almost naked by Zhang Biao, Yang Xuanchen laughed and said, "Second brother, do you still want to drink?"

"Why don't you guys wait until you finish your work before drinking? Anyway, it only takes half a stick of incense."

This statement made everyone laugh, and Zhang Biao was so angry that his beard was blowing, "You only have half a stick of incense, and your whole family has half a stick of incense!"

After saying that, he picked up the girl and went out. Not long after, there was a snapping sound coming from the next door.

Tiangong is also a sweetheart, otherwise how could these three bastards become sworn brothers.

The girl in his arms was pushed to the bottom of the table, and after a while there was a whimpering sound.

Yang Xuanchen glanced at Shen Qingyun, and the two of them left the beauty behind and entered the secret room of Youfeng Tower with their resentful eyes.

"Is Miss Liu not serving her well? Or do you think she is unclean? That girl has been very resentful recently and always complains in front of me."

Hearing this, Yang Xuanchen just smiled and said, "The most difficult thing to forgive is the beauty's kindness. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't!"

"I also know that Miss Liu has stopped accepting customers since last year. Doesn't this provide her with money every month?"

Shen Qingyun patted his shoulder, "As you know, what she wants is not your money, but your people."

"Okay, stop talking about her, let's talk about serious things."

Nodding, Shen Qingyun took out a secret letter from a cabinet drawer in the secret room.

"This is the secret message from that person, please read it first."

When you peel off the paint, you will see the flowing fonts.

Seeing the end, Yang Xuanchen's pupils suddenly shrank and he murmured: "Why is it Qingshui County every time?"

He gave the letter to Shen Qingyun, "You should also read it. There is nothing you cannot know."

After reading the letter, Shen Qingyun put it on the oil lamp, lit it, and threw it into the brazier full of ashes.

"What do you think about this?"

Yang Xuanchen frowned and did not answer immediately. He was repeatedly thinking about the pros and cons of what was said in the letter.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Sit back and wait, and stop with silence!"

Yang Xuanchen stared at Shen Qingyun with a serious face, "Your people are in the dark, and my people are in the light, like horns, watching and helping each other."

"This matter is of great concern and must not be acted upon rashly."

"If the intelligence is correct, this group of people has broken into pieces and infiltrated into Qingshui County."

"Tomorrow I will send a letter to Yan Chenghai and arrange a part of the Qingzhou garrison to ambush Qingshui County on all roads leading to the outside world."

Shen Qingyun asked: "How can people who need me cooperate?"

Yang Xuanchen dragged his chin, and after a brief thought, asked: "We are also in the heaven realm, how many can you hit?"

"It depends on what kind of heaven it is. In an ordinary heaven, it's not a big problem to fight three."

Shen Qingyun's words immediately made him feel powerless.

Damn it, the Jianghu is about the Jianghu, and I am an official and have nothing to do with the Jianghu, so what kind of trouble are you going to make?

"Your people are hiding first. They haven't moved yet, which means they haven't figured out our strength yet."

"Miaomiao will be back soon, so we have to make arrangements for this game."

"When the time comes, I'll treat them to a big pot of drink."