Quick time travel is difficult for a scholar

"Hey! You said that the singing girl in Longyuan Building is really interesting! It's an insult for the master to give her money. If it were your good brother, he would just look grateful."

Mentioning this Duolong made me angry, last time I suffered a loss from that salesgirl, and because of Lanxin Gege, he couldn't do anything to that woman, but he couldn't swallow that breath, and ended up seeing that woman and Haoxiang The elder brother flirted.

"Hello!" Duolong pushed his friend dissatisfied, and looked at the listless friend opposite, with an angry tone.

"Yeah!" Haoxiang responded dispensably. He has been waiting outside that courtyard every day for the past few days, but the owner of the courtyard seems to have disappeared and never appeared again. He doesn't know why, but when he saw that person It's like being obsessed and wanting to know everything about him.

"Let me tell you, that big brother of yours... did you listen to me?" Duolong patted the table resentfully. He just wanted to vent his depression. look.

Haoxiang was finally brought back to his senses by his friend's anger, but he just glanced at him indifferently, obviously he was used to this friend's behavior for a long time, so he put up his hands, as if listening to him complaining, but he couldn't bear it in his mind. I couldn't help but wonder where he could go.

"But that kind of woman is just right for your big brother, and Lan Xingege, it's really thanks to that Mr. Wen last time, otherwise we probably have no good fruit to eat, the women in the palace are really full of hearts , there will be a Yulan poetry meeting in a few days, that painter will probably have a hard time." Duolong patted his bald half of the head and said while blinking.

"He, what's the matter with him!" Haoxiang's head twitched instantly when he heard that Duolong seemed to mention Mr. Wen, and his attention was attracted.

"What!" Confused by his friend's sudden excitement, Duolong looked at this man questioningly, not knowing what he was going to do, "I said what have you been up to lately? strangeness!"

Haoxiang kicked Duolong impatiently, "You talk nonsense every day, I know what you're thinking even if you don't talk about it, I asked that Mr. Wen, what happened to him just now? "

"Oh! You said him!" Doron suddenly realized, nodded his chin, and looked at the person who was staring at him without blinking.

"How do I know!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked hard by his friend, and Duolong didn't care about him!Just now when he spoke to him, he still disliked him, and now he wants to know something from him, but he still doesn't say it, because he always wants to win the game, and he can't always let him gain the upper hand.

"I don't know if uncle knew about you last month..."

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid you can't do it. You do this trick every time. Are you tired? What kind of eyes do I have? How did I make a friend like you! But why do you ask him?"

Haoxiang looked at Duolong with a half-smile, and an unknown light flashed in his long and narrow phoenix eyes. Duolong curled his lips and stopped asking, "It's the Yulan Poetry Society. Wen Rumo, as the newcomer of the Southern Painting School, Xiu, every year will be invited to participate in the Magnolia Poetry Festival."

Haoxiang was a little puzzled, of course he had heard of the Yulan Poetry Association, his brother who claimed to be an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs, had always highly respected it, but wasn’t that a poetry association, why did he hire a painter, but he didn’t He didn't show it, but lowered his head as if he was in deep thought. Duolong looked at his friend like this and propped his chin, knowing that he was confused, so he answered him very attentively.

"This is just an arty way of those talented people who are healthy every day. Although it is a poetry club in name, they will invite some young people who are quite accomplished in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting on weekdays. You also know that Wen Rumo was He has a great reputation, he comes from a family, he is said to be extremely accomplished at a young age, and he is famous as a young man." Duolong paused, cleared his throat, looked at the thoughtful friend who was listening, and continued the following words.

"However, no matter how lofty he was at the beginning, literati valued the most reputation. He lost the competition with Lan Xingege and was dismissed later. It must be that he has become more famous in Beijing!" When Duo Long said this again Some emotion, but also some invisible gloating.

Hao Xiang gave him a cool look, and when he heard that Wen Rumo was going to participate in the Yulan Poetry Fair, his heart brightened, "Can you get the post about the Magnolia Poetry Fair?"

Duolong talked a long time with dry mouth, just took a sip of tea, and after listening to Haoxiang's words, he spit out all the tea in his mouth, "Ahem! I heard wrong, you are actually going to participate in that What a broken poetry meeting!" Duo Long was full of disbelief, and reached out to touch Hao Xiang's forehead, but Hao Xiang slapped his hand.

"No, don't you hate those blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, [-]? Hey, hey! What's irritating you, tell me, let me vent my anger on you. Is it your good brother again, or Fujin?"

"Don't ask, I have a business, you just say whether you can get it or not? If you can't get it, forget it, I guess you don't have anyone in this area?" Hao Xiang said casually, obviously he also knew his own. Like myself, my friend also didn't like those things. If it really didn't work out, he would think of other ways. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Bullshit! Isn't it just a broken post, as much as you want!" Duo Long slapped the table, obviously annoyed by Hao Xiang's words, looked at his friend's suspicious eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, what a big deal, I'll get it for you later!" But I was thinking in my heart, how should I ask his Ama to help him.

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But speaking of it, although Duolong is unreliable most of the time on weekdays, he did things extremely neatly this time. In just two days, he sent Haoxiang a post from the poetry club.

A lot of people came to the poetry club that day, and these two people also waved their fans in a human appearance, and walked in swaggeringly, but some people who knew them laughed secretly in their hearts when they saw their appearance.

Duolong and Haoxiang felt dizzy seeing these pretentious talents shaking their heads and praising each other, especially Duolong glared at Haoxiang viciously, then sat down with a blank face and kept eating. For cakes, Haoxiang is not much better than Duolong. You must know that he has always looked down on those scholars who are helpless, and he falls asleep when he reads a book. If it was not for Mr. Wen, he would not come here to suffer.

But these two people have always entertained themselves, and after a while, they looked at those people who usually boasted of being elegant and talented, arguing with jealousy and thick necks, like a fighting cock, Hao Xiang looked at these people, thinking of that person What would happen if it was like this, even he himself shook his head, Mr. Wen would not be like this, and Haoxiang didn't know why he was so sure.

At the poetry meeting, the works left by those people in previous years were slowly displayed, and some people also began to calm down to complete this year's new works. You must know that being able to leave their own calligraphy here is definitely an affirmation to all literati and students. And there are only a dozen or so pieces of calligraphy, paintings and music scores left here every year, and Wen Rumo has left his paintings here for two consecutive years, and is known as a painting of a thousand gold.

Holding the wine glass, Haoxiang walked slowly to the place where the paintings and calligraphy were displayed, and there were two paintings by Wen Rumo slightly in front, the peony picture, and a hundred birds facing the phoenix, which were Wen Rumo's famous works, "Zi Jin , Zijin" Hao Xiang looked at the inscription under the painting, whispered softly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

The people next to him laughed when they saw him like this.

"Why, he is just a mediocre person who can't even compare to a woman. Sure enough, only people like you who only know how to eat, drink and have fun can appreciate this kind of thing. Hanging here is like losing face to the Yulan Poetry Club!"

A harsh voice interrupted Haoxiang's good mood. Haoxiang turned his head and saw a young man in a brown robe standing next to him, looking at Wen Rumo's work with a look of contempt. Then they laughed out loud, apparently they all heard that Wen Rumo was narrow-minded and lost in a competition with his female apprentice.

Looking at the contemptuous and mocking eyes of these people and hearing the sarcasm, Haoxiang's anger suddenly rose, his face also turned cold, and he looked at the group of people in front of him with a half-smile, "Are you jealous of him! Jealous of him?" If you are better at painting than you, if you are jealous that he was invited to teach in the palace, or if you are jealous that he is famous and you are unknown, he lost, but so what, you haven't had a chance to compare!"

"You, you know how to paint, why don't you go for a walk and fight with birds as soon as possible, what are you doing here, this famous painter from Wenzhou University is really lucky to be admired by you, he has a good family background and a good reputation, it's not us People who are not well-known can compare." The man in the brown clothes was extremely ironic, and what he meant was that Wen Rumo's previous reputation was all due to family reasons.

"You fart, your mouth stinks, go out and wash it, don't be ashamed here!" Hao Xiang looked at the man in front of him with a stern expression, he hated this kind of incompetent person who can only be jealous of others, and said that the wine glass in his hand was just like that. thrown out.

The pungent wine lingered on the man's face, and the people around him also silenced. Obviously they didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so angry. The man trembled in anger and pointed at Hao Xiang's nose.

"It's an insult to gentleness, how could Yulan poetry invite someone like you! It really is a pile of rubbish!" The man was obviously stimulated by Hao Xiang's scolding, and he was so angry that he removed Wen Rumo's painting , all the people were thrown to the ground just looking at the painting that was displayed quietly.

"You!" Hao Xiang's eyes widened, he grabbed the man's front and staggered him, looking at the weak chicken-like man in front of him with an unclear expression.

The actions of the two people attracted the attention of a lot of people, including Wen Rumo, who came late. When Wen Rumo saw the man in front of him, he sighed. It seemed that every time he saw him, he was causing trouble. As soon as he turned around, he saw his painting being thrown on the ground, Wen Rumo raised the corners of his lips, looked at the man who was still caught by the young man in front of him, and saw the organizer of the poetry club bringing a few people over , Wen Rumo straightened the hem of his clothes, and cupped his hands towards the visitor.

"I never knew when the Magnolia Poetry Fair had become like this." Wen Rumo's tone was calm, but it made people feel his disappointment. The painting that had to fall on the ground frowned slightly, and bowed to Wen Rumo, "Sorry, Mr. Wen, I will take care of it." No matter what Wen Rumo is now, the things that entered their Magnolia Poetry Club , It is definitely not good to be spoiled like this.

Immediately, looking at the two people who were still pulling together, he said sharply, "Please stop, both of you. Since you are here, please abide by the rules of the Yulan Poetry Club, otherwise, please go out!"

The man in the brown clothes stopped struggling for a moment, obviously he didn't want to be invited out, but spat out at the man with some disdain, and then clapped his hands casually, obviously not paying attention to the person who spoke.

"Cut!" Haoxiang turned around, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Mr. Wen standing beside the middle-aged man who was talking and in charge, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile. Haoxiang didn't know what to do Now, his face was a little hot, and there was only one thought in his mind. Mr. Wen saw his appearance just now, and his whole body was uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. In the end, he had to hold his breath, and said I thought, "It's not him who actually tore off Mr. Wen's painting and threw it on the ground. He looked down upon it all over his eyes and said that the painting is not up to standard. Only people who have gained a reputation can appreciate such rubbish."

Haoxiang played smoothly by secretly changing the concept, and suddenly remembered that the owner of the painting was still nearby, would he be unhappy when he said that, raised his head as he spoke, and secretly observed Wen Rumo's expression casually, Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he would meet Wen Rumo's ambiguous eyes, Hao Xiang quickly lowered his head as if being burned, and was afraid that he would be unhappy.

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