Pavillion, if you tease me again, I will bend

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Fang Gen seemed to see his daughter's depressed mood, and quickly comforted him: "Little daughter, I assure you for my father, no one will bully you in the palace as in the mansion. If you miss home, you can go back to the mansion at any time."

Hearing her father's words, Fang Miaoran suppressed her depression, and then smiled. She told Fang Gen that she had reached the age of marriage and was willing to obey his father's arrangement, and hoped that his father would not worry too much.

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Fang Miaoran was just about to step back, when she suddenly remembered that there was still a letter from the pavilion master in red that needed to be forwarded. Regarding this matter, Fang Miaoran had hesitated many times before, but in the end she finally confessed to Fang Gen. After discussing the matter of leaving the mansion, he finally forwarded the letter.

Late at night, in the wing room, through the gauze curtain, staring at the musk sachet hanging on the bed, Fang Miaoran's bright eyes have not yet closed, she is extremely confused about the future, and she seems to have no choice about the marriage contract of.

It is often said that fate is like this.

[Actually, it’s just a formality]

Every year on April [-]st, the whole city of Nanjing is crowded with people. If you randomly grab someone on the street and ask where you can enjoy yourself, there are nine out of ten answers: the Ancient Crane Tower Festival.

The night market must be crowded with crowds, it is very lively, and it is hotter than usual.Merchants and officials from all over the country rushed to this place just to make fun of it.

As soon as a dignitary stepped into the attic, someone would call out to lead the way, and there would be a lot of tea and wine.

Of course, this is not the only attraction. The attic has a new regulation this year. There is a couplet activity in Xushi. If someone connects the couplet and the owner of the pair is satisfied, they can spend the night with the owner of the pavilion, Fu Luo.

To say that this woman is also mysterious, she always wears a red gauze dress, a bit coquettish, but she doesn't have the frivolous làngdàng aura of a brothel woman, giving people a feeling of alienation and indifference.

Play a piece of pipa every day and leave.He doesn't sell himself, and he doesn't look like a busker.

When Xu Shi was approaching, the owner of the pavilion began to beat gongs and drums, and the young master's eyeballs were instantly attracted.

"My lords, today the pavilion master Fo Luo has a pair, looking for a predestined person, and matching the pair, you can enter the venue on the second floor. There are two rounds in total, and the winner in the end will enter the room of Miss Buddha."

There was a burst of applause from the crowd, everyone was confident, for fear that the little ink in their chests would not be spilled anywhere.

The host coughed lightly to signal the guests to be quiet. "My lords, today's sub-theme is about numbers, the first round of rules, within half an hour, choose a number from one to ten, you can choose all, or you can choose one, and those who rhyme, enter." Beat the gong and start timing immediately.

There was an uproar in the living room, literati and inkmen, young masters and brothers, all began to piece together their own couplets, and some reckless men thought that they couldn't figure out anything, gave up halfway, and went straight to eat flowers and wine and hug the girl.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the first person to break out of the crowd was a handsome man with a fair face, who blurted out: "Shanglian: [-], Xialian: [-], horizontal comment: Lack of clothes and food." Some people applauded, some haha Laughing, ridiculing that this person's brain is indeed lacking.

After a short pause, another loud voice filled the hall: "Boy, look at the rafters, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety, sir, order A, B, C, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui."

The one who spoke was a man in a white robe with sharp eyes and sharp eyebrows, shaking a black paper fan.

Standing beside him was a tall and elegant young man in purple robes who immediately answered the words: "One lone boat, two merchants, three, four, five or six sailors, pull up the seven or eight-leaf awning, and go down to Jiujiang, there are still ten miles to go."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a round of applause in the living room. These two people really got along well.

"It's good, it's good, but it's bad." A male voice sounded. The man held a feather fan and sat up from the nanmu stool. His long obsidian-colored hair was tied up with fine silk, and he was wearing a top-grade purple satin robe.

The other party pursed his lips lightly, looked at the young man in white, and smiled but not a smile: "Shiliyuan, Jiulixiang, No. [-], although it took four or three years to go the old way, it only took two days, which is better than a year."

When Xiao He and Fang Jin stepped into the ancient crane tower, it was already a splendid scene.

Although Fang Jin is làngdàng by nature, he still has some ink in his stomach.The two of them had been sitting in the lobby waiting for the couplet competition in Xushi. First, the fair-faced man came and criticized him for "lack of clothing and food". This person's skills are not bad.

Afterwards, Xiao He came for a couplet, and he followed closely behind, but the man with the lupine really surprised him.It's really a genius to match up with his own second line so quickly.

Do not accept it!

Several people entered the second round, impromptu couplets.

The woman in the attic wrote a couplet: "Bi Ye Qing Tian Qian Lixiu."

Each pondered for a while.

The fair man said: "Danfeng Caixia Wanshanhong."

Xiao He blurted out: "Red plums and white snow make two mountains bright."

Not to be outdone, Fang Jin said, "The yellow sand will last for thousands of years."

The Lufan man stood beside him unhurriedly, smiling all over his face: "You are very talented and knowledgeable."

He then turned and faced the second floor, as if he was talking to the person in the attic: "Young lady's couplet 'Biye Qingtian Qianlixiu' must also be someone who has learned the scriptures." "New sorrows arouse in the Foluo Mountains."

After a while, the door of the attic room on the second floor was pushed open, and all the men who were drinking were in an uproar.

The owner of the pavilion was dressed in a red gauze dress, with a slender waist and shoulders, and stepped out of the room slowly. Her soft black hair was scattered on her shoulders. She leaned on the wooden railing and looked down at the guests downstairs. She glanced around, but did not see Fang Jin and the others' eyes fell on the lufan man.

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