Pavillion, if you tease me again, I will bend

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"Father, do you still remember that you said that there was a poetry and prose conference in Nanjing more than ten years ago, and you asked me to go to play with my second brother?" Fang Miaoran's small mouth twitched, and when he said this, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his appearance was extremely cute.

Fang Gen patted his head after hearing this, "Hey, tell me, I've been thinking about this engagement all day, how could I forget about it."

When he said this, he kept staring at Fang Miaoran. Seeing that Fang Miaoran's expression was not as lively as before, he thought that staying in this mansion all day might not be a good thing.

"Daughter, there is about one month left before the wedding, now you call your second brother and ask him to take you to Nanjing for a while. Staying in the mansion all day, I'm afraid it will spoil you!"

When Fang Miaoran heard Fang Gen say this, the depressed mood in his heart seemed to be relieved instantly.She smiled happily at Fang Gen.

Fang Gen picked up the teacup, took a few sips of the freshly brewed Longjing tea, saw that Fang Miaoran was so happy, he also had a pleasant face, and said cheerfully, "Go ahead."

Fang Miaoran left the main room, passed by the pond in the yard, and walked quickly to the east wing.Wanting to discuss this matter with Fang Jin, Fang Jin's personal attendant told her that Fang Jin hadn't gotten up yet.

It's true, if you want to say that in this Fangfu, the one who eats the most and sleeps the longest, besides Fang Jin, there should be no other person.

The attendant opened the door tactfully, as if he couldn't wait for Fang Miaoran to see what Fang Jin looked like at the moment.

As soon as Fang Miaoran stepped into the door, the whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Looking at the table, several pottery jugs were tilted and peanuts were scattered all over the floor.

Fang Jin was snoring lying on the bed with his arms exposed, even the quilt was kicked off the bed.The whole scene was horrible.

Fang Miaoran looked at Fang Jin from a distance, kept silent, pulled out a writing brush from the pen holder on the desk sideways, walked to Fang Jin's side, and gently brushed Fang Jin's ears.

That Fang Jin let out a "giggle" laugh in his sleep, but he hadn't woken up yet.This is Fang Miaoran's usual trick to deal with Fang Jin. Fang Jin can't stand such teasing on weekdays. With a sweep of the brush, his laughter is so loud that it almost spread to the main room.

Seeing that Fang Jin was still awake, Fang Miaoran continued to sweep his ears a few times.That Fang Jin squirmed softly, like a caterpillar, and then he turned over, eyes closed, and a silly smile appeared on his face.A sentence came out of his mouth: "Brother Xiao, don't scratch me, I'm itchy."

Fang Miaoran was stunned when she heard this sentence, the brush in her hand was hanging in the air, she stared at Fang Jin's sleeping face for a long time, then turned and left his room.

Fang Miaoran stood in the Fangfu pavilion, looking at the huge mansion.

With a sound of "Plop", a fish suddenly jumped out of the lake, Fang Miaoran turned around, but only saw layers of ripples, she stared at the lake, as if she understood something, whispered to herself: "So it's Young Master Xiao."

Chapter 20

【Poetry Conference】

After Fang Jin woke up, he learned from the attendant that Fang Miaoran had come early in the morning.

So he ran out of Fang Miaoran's room in a daze and knocked on the door, asking her what she was doing.

"Nanjing Poetry and Fu Conference... that's okay, I happen to have an appointment with Brother Xiao." Fang Jin listened to Fang Miaoran's explanation of the purpose, but he didn't ask any more questions. During the conversation, he stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek, and pulled himself The drooping clothes, just sobered up, looked very sloppy.

"When are you leaving?"

"you decide."

Three days later, in the city of Nanjing.

The place where the poetry and prose conference is held is the attic of Moguanlou, where literati and poets gather here on weekdays, chatting and laughing happily.

When Fang Miaoran and Fang Jin arrived, there were already many people gathered, the voices were noisy, the reception was already overwhelmed, the official's luxurious carriage was parked at the door, it could be seen that even the talented people from far away in the capital rushed here overnight, the battle was very tense grand.

When the lanterns came on, the chairmen in the cabinet began to beat drums and gongs to gather popularity.

The people in the lobby were discussing in full swing, and when they heard the sound of gongs and drums, they all looked at the host on the stage.

The host had an expression on his face, and everyone held their breaths and listened to his next words.

"Thank you for coming here today. I know that you are full of talents and knowledge. It is a great honor for you to come here to display one or two. Today's poetry and prose conference is not to let your pens fight, but to see whose If you have good talent, you must be wonderful if you don’t follow the rules.”

The host paused, and then said: "It is said that ink is not contaminated with the smell of fireworks, but since the founding emperor, Moguanlou has broken the boundaries and has been with the ancient crane tower, a century-old restaurant, for many years. Today, I specially invite Guhelou Pavilion The Lord came here to award the crown."

As soon as the words were finished, the host raised his head and looked towards the pavilion on the second floor. Everyone followed his eyes and saw the woman in the red gauze dress.

Standing in the crowd, Fang Miaoran took a deep breath the moment she saw Fu Luo, her heart was beating fast, she kept staring at Fu Luo without turning her eyes, the crazy yearning for the past few days became more intense at this moment.

Although the two were only more than ten meters apart, Fang Miaoran still couldn't restrain Fang Miaoran's eagerness. She stared at Fu Luo, hoping that she could turn her head and see herself.

Perhaps because of the light, today Fu Luo is more beautiful than before. She is sitting on the second floor pavilion with a stern expression, looking at the man below, but not looking this way, Fang Miaoran can't help but feel a little disappointed .

In a daze, Fang Jin walked through the crowd and tugged at her sleeve, whispering something in her ear...the two of them withdrew from the crowd and walked towards the door...

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