Slag Gong crying and begging for my forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]

The door of Changjiang Chunguangshui opened, first a boy opened the door, Pei Ruofeng, a cousin who often hangs out with him, knew Nan Xing, he happened to be at the door, saw Nan Xing was also stunned for a long time, then shouted loudly at Pei Ruofeng : "Brother! Nan Xing is here to find you!"

The noble sons were having fun, when they suddenly heard someone calling for the young master, they cheered and booed, all craned their necks to look at the door.

Seeing that he was an acquaintance of Lord Hou, the young man quickly let Nan Xing in.

As soon as Nan Xing entered, the noisy Changjiang River suddenly quieted down. Pei Ruofeng took Nan Xing out to play a few times. Most of them were for games and fun, and there were few elegant places for poetry and painting. He did not take him to places like Haiyue Pavilion. There are many nobles in the place, and his friends are all serious and honorable children. Among you present, except for Pei Ruofeng's cousin, none of them knew Nan Xing.

Seeing Nan Xing come in so suddenly, everyone was shocked

That is really a pure and flawless beauty in the sky.

It looks like a fairy in the sky walking out of the painting.

Pei Ruofeng glanced at Nan Xing, seeing that he was suddenly dressed like this today, she was a little surprised, but then thought: Why is Nan Xing here?Could it be that because he didn't play with him often, he stuck to him like a pug?

Pei Ruofeng was inexplicably unhappy. When I saw Nan Xing in Yangzhou before, I thought he was a special kind of wonderful person, but after getting along with him a few times, I saw that this person was no different from ordinary playthings. Interests, and want to know more people through his identity.

Who is Pei Ruofeng?I have never seen anything since I was a child, Chang'an is a tyrant, how could a bumpkin from Yangzhou be fooled, so I didn't take him to know any powerful dignitaries, just more or less left some bones in his hands for him to pick up.

I don't know where I got the news today, but I followed to Haiyue Pavilion.

The noble sons inquired one after another: "Young Lord, don't you want to introduce me? Who is this young master? Just look at him."

Pei Ruofeng thought to himself, this must be Nan Xing's purpose, and smiled coldly: "Nan Xing is from Yangzhou."

He didn't introduce his family background, nor his official position. He just said his name. The young masters present were all good men. Seeing Pei Ruofeng's attitude, he guessed that they were not noble sons. Pei Ruofeng held the wine glass and shook it gently. Looking at Nan Xing with a smile: "Nan Xing is here, the seat next to me is full, where do you sit?"

Pei Ruofeng's cousin is called Pei Xiang. When Pei Xiang heard what his cousin said, she hurriedly greeted Nan Xing: "Nan Xing, come quickly, come and sit with brother, brother has reserved a seat for you!"

Nan Xing had a lovely and pretty face, standing there at a loss, looking a little pitiful, several nobles had prepared a seat for him, but Pei Xiang moved very fast, and pulled Nan Xing in a short while In the past, we can only give up.

Pei Xiang has always liked talking to Nan Xing, but Nan Xing was always by Pei Ruofeng's side before, and this time he was finally by his side, so she smiled and said to Nan Xing: "You don't come out to play, I got a five-color parrot recently, and I can still learn Talking to people is fun!"

Nan Xing smiled and said, "But the five-color parrots in Nanyang? I've heard of them before, but I just never had the chance to see them."

Pei Xiang laughed and said, "Would you like to give you one tomorrow? I actually have two!"

When Pei Ruofeng saw that the two met like close friends, they seemed to have endless words to talk about, and Pei Xiang was laughing so happily, he felt inexplicably unhappy, so he called out coldly: "Pei Xiang!"

Pei Xiang was a little taken aback, "What's wrong, brother?"

Pei Ruofeng wanted to get angry: "Why are you laughing! Are Mr. Fang's lyrics so funny?"

Because Nan Xing came in and stole the limelight, the protagonist Fang Yuzhu who was invited to write the lyrics today has been ignored by others. Before Nan Xing came, he just wrote a poem, which attracted the clapping and applause of the nobles. He forgot.

After Pei Ruofeng said this, everyone thought of Fang Yuzhu.

Fang Yuzhu stood in the center with some embarrassment. He is not such a snobbish and vulgar person, nor does he like such occasions very much, but now he is staying at a relative's house to catch the exam. She said she wanted to bring him to play, so it was hard to shirk, so she came here.

He has always been sought after by people, but he didn't expect that as soon as he wrote new words, he would be robbed of the limelight by a young boy who just arrived. How could such a good occasion turn into a place for laughter.

Pei Ruofeng said to Nan Xing: "Nan Xing, Mr. Fang made the words with great difficulty. You stole his limelight without doing anything. You want to embarrass others?"

Fang Yuzhu's face was pale, Pei Ruofeng didn't need to say anything, it would be even more embarrassing if he said it, who the hell is this young master, why can't he speak!

Pei Ruofeng didn't notice at all that he was embarrassing Fang Yuzhu, he just wanted to keep Nan Xing from coming to the stage, who told him to smile so attractively, what kind of happy things did he whisper to Pei Xiang just now, was it so funny?

Nan Xing seemed to realize that he was embarrassing others, he quickly stood up and apologized: "Mr. Fang, I just came here. I don't know how offended you are because you wrote a poem. Please forgive me, Mr. Fang."

Fang Yuzhu felt embarrassed when he heard his generous and sincere apology, Nan Xing did nothing wrong, he just came in halfway, and several sons came in halfway, why did he only ask Nan Xing to make an apology?

Fang Yuzhu said: "The young master did nothing wrong..." He was not good at words, and he didn't know how to reply.

Nan Xing laughed and said, "I heard that Mr. Fang has written a good speech. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to take a look at it?"

When Nan Xing said this, he just relieved his embarrassment, so he quickly showed Nan Xing the lyrics of his new work.

Pei Ruofeng looked at Nan Xing and smiled: "Do you understand? It just so happens that you are here, so why not read it to everyone?"

He didn't know if there was any ink in Nan Xing's stomach, because he used to play games of fighting crickets and amusing birds, but he knew that Nan Xing's elder brother, Xu Jingmo, didn't have any ink in his stomach, and he didn't know how to be a scholar. Elder brother, younger brother should be the same thing.

Nan Xing said: "My lord, Nan Xing has little talent and no ink in his stomach, so he can only read. He just happens to be able to read words for everyone."

Every time Nan Xing said the word "Little Marquis", the tip of his tongue seemed to swirl, and he said it in a tactful manner. When his upper and lower lips touched, people could hear a sweet and delicate taste, and Pei Ruofeng let out a "hum". , "Then read it, and finish the sentence carefully."

On such occasions, almost all of them are aristocrats. Unless they are doing something to show off their talents, otherwise, such instigation will be like instructing someone of low status, which will make people unhappy.

But Nan Xing didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead he smiled generously: "I still want a piano."

The boy immediately brought the piano, and Pei Xiang helped him straighten the table.

Ever since Xu Jingmo refused to let Nan Xing take the exam, he taught him more piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry. Nan Xing is extremely intelligent and top notch in everything.

Nan Xing sat there, and with a movement of his hands, Pei Ruofeng knew that he really knew the art of playing the piano, and was an expert.

But how can a serious son specialize in piano skills?With his skill, even the top performer in the flower building who specializes in playing the piano can't compare to him!

Together with the sound of the piano, it slowly turns and turns, and with two words, I can hear some artistic conception.

Nan Xing's voice is mellow and clear, like the singing of birds in the morning, it is refreshing to hear, but the sudden melodious sound of the piano is suddenly excited, the rhythm is tight, the atmosphere is mellow, and the poems are accompanied by it, which is wonderful.

Fang Yuzhu stood there in a daze, and when Nan Xing's song ended, he didn't know when tears were streaming down his face.

Everyone agreed on the lyrics he made, but no one knew what kind of ambition he had when he wrote it. Unexpectedly, the lyrics of Nan Xing's lyrics reached his heart, as if he knew and understood all his ambitions .

There was applause and cheers, and some of the nobles probably sympathized with it, and their eyes were wet. Fang Yuzhu knew that after the day was over, his poem would probably become famous.

Nan Xing smiled lightly and said, "I'm showing my ugliness."

Nan Xing handed the paper with lyrics to Fang Yuzhu, and Fang Yuzhu hurried to pick it up. He went up to say a few words to Nan Xing, but Nan Xing handed the piano to the servant, and sat down beside Pei Xiang in a proper manner. .

The son of Zhang Taifu's family, Zhang Mingchuan, saw that the young servant had put away the piano, so he hurriedly stopped him to refuse to collect the piano. He walked up to Nan Xing, and said very politely: "I just saw that you read very well. They are all wonderful, I made poems at home a few days ago, can you read them for me, too?"

Nan Xing said: "Of course it is possible. I am lucky in this life to be able to read the lyrics for Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Mingchuan's earlobes were a little red, Nan Xing was so good-looking, sitting upright and being very obedient, he said this sentence as if he was very serious and sincere, Zhang Mingchuan hurriedly wrote down the words he had made these days After coming down, when Nan Xing finished reading, he was so excited that he almost felt that Nan Xing was his confidant!

Then the next few young masters followed suit, he saw Nan Xing repeating the same words every time, even the not-so-good words were pronounced very well, his mood calmed down a little.

It turns out that everyone is the same, and it turns out that what was said was just a polite way, and no one can really offend.

As a result, Nan Xing became a favorite, Pei Ruofeng raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and saw that there were still people who wanted to talk to Nan Xing, so he couldn't help it anymore and said: "Nan Xing, I see that you are quite talented, why didn't you see me before?" Cast?"

In the past, I just went to play. Pei Ruofeng is not an elegant person who likes to read and write lyrics. Of course, he would not think about sage books while playing. Ci, as for him, he doesn’t have a single piece of paper in his pocket, and has never written a serious poem. The worst writers present are compared to him!

What happened to Nan Xing!Didn't you come to look for him? Why did you leave him alone?Or is this some new means of getting his attention?

Nan Xing said: "I haven't read any books, I can only read words, but I can't get on stage."

Pei Ruofeng chuckled, what the hell didn't you read? How can you make everyone's heart flutter without reading?Are you trying to evade me on purpose?You have performed art for everyone, but you are about to miss me, and you still excuse yourself by saying "haven't read a book"!How annoying!

So Pei Ruofeng deliberately said: "All of you here are talented young masters. You have just read so many poems by everyone, and you have read books. Why don't you write a poem on the spot."

Seeing that Pei Ruofeng seemed to be angry, Nan Xing could only hold a piece of paper and write down.

Pei Ruofeng saw that he seemed to be really serious about writing, but he seemed a little at a loss as to what to do. He started to write for a while, put it down for a while, and even tapped his head with the tip of the pen, as if he was thinking hard.That appearance is even more lovely.

Pei Ruofeng wanted to go over to see him and give him some ideas, but remembered what he said just now that the seats around him were full, wouldn't it be embarrassing to go to find Nan Xing in person like this?Can't write or don't know? Ask him yourself?Isn't he always good-spoken and thick-skinned?Are you thin-skinned now?

Seeing Nan Xing thinking hard, Fang Yuzhu thought of going to help him, who knew that Zhang Mingchuan had already passed.

Zhang Mingchuan's mother is Fang Yuzhu's aunt, and now Fang Yuzhu is staying at Zhang Mingchuan's house to study and take the exam. They are cousins, and since Zhang Mingchuan has gone, he will not pass.

Zhang Mingchuan asked Pei Xiang to move a seat for him, then sat down next to Nan Xing, and talked about the basic idea of ​​writing lyrics.

Zhang Mingchuan said in a low voice: "Young Master, it's true, why doesn't he write lyrics if he insists on you?"

Nan Xing said, "Young Master is reminding me."

Zhang Mingchuan said something in a low voice, and laughed again: "You can find me wherever you want to go in the future. I am also familiar with Chang'an. If you come from Yangzhou, you must have never been to many places."

Nan Xing said, "Okay."

Zhang Mingchuan said again: "There are many celebrities in Chang'an, who have you heard of? I know many people, and I can introduce you to many celebrities."

Nan Xing said: "Young Lord of Prince Xiang's Mansion, I have heard of it."

Zhang Mingchuan suppressed his smile and said, "He, he is not from our group..."

Zhang Mingchuan was very talkative, and immediately brought out many of the little prince's problems, as if he was afraid that Nan Xing would play with the little prince who was not from their same group.

Pei Ruofeng saw that Zhang Mingchuan had come to Nan Xing again, and the two of them were chattering again and didn't know what to say. He was inexplicably angry, so he walked over in person, stared at the pen in Nan Xing's hand, and said loudly, "What are you doing?" No words were written!"

Zhang Mingchuan knew what this guy was thinking, so he spread his hands: "Why are you stricter than the master! If Minger Nanxing is in your hands, do you have to win the champion?"

Zhang Mingchuan got up after speaking, and did not sit beside Nan Xing anymore.

Seeing that he left obediently, Pei Ruofeng let out a "hum" and returned to her seat. Today's elegant fun is still going on, and gradually everyone is happy again. After writing, I wondered if it was too difficult for him?He couldn't come up with any good words himself, so he wanted Nan Xing to write them on the spot?

It wasn't until the end of this elegant game that Nan Xing finally finished writing.

The nobles were about to leave, Nan Xing finally handed in the homework to Pei Ruofeng, Pei Ruofeng glanced at it, and folded it indifferently, several noble gentlemen booed to read it, Pei Ruofeng laughed and said: "What are you looking at? If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have let him write it.”

As he said that, he threw the piece of paper casually, and threw it to the boy he had brought.

A group of people dispersed from the Yangtze River Chunshui, and the boy in the house cleaned up the mess, and then went to another room in the hiding place.

Jiang Yunhua asked: "Did you talk about some political affairs?"

Very few people knew about this matter, and very few people knew that the master behind Haiyue's scenes was Jiang Yunhua.

The boy said, "It's all about having fun and making poems."

Jiang Yunhua nodded, and he suddenly asked, "Who is that young master coming from behind?"

"Young master said he was from Yangzhou, and his name was Nan Xing, but he didn't say who he was."

Jiang Yunhua nodded, the boy remembered something, and said again, "It seems that he asked Mr. Zhang's son about you?"

"Inquire about me? Inquire about what I do?"

The boy couldn't tell why, so he just said: "He seems to have heard of you, and he probably wanted to know you, so he inquired about it? I don't know why he inquired..."

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Nan Xing stood beside Pei Ruofeng. After everyone had left, he stared at Nan Xing and smiled: "Why did you think of looking for me today? What? Did you even inquire about my whereabouts?"

Nan Xing said: "I haven't seen Young Master for a long time, I miss you a little."

Pei Ruofeng was getting tired of hearing Nan Xing's words. The first time I heard him toss and turn, seeing Nan Xing opening his mouth to say these words, he knew that he was such a smooth-tongued person, but such a smooth-tongued person spoke with such a Seriously and affectionately.

hypocritical.

Pei Ruofeng snorted and said, "Is it your brother's business? Don't worry, I've told people that he's been sick for a few days and won't come here. If I say a word, who would dare to do anything to him?"

Nan Xing finally laughed: "Thank you, Young Master!"

"I knew it!" Pei Ruofeng snorted and got into the carriage without looking back.

He opened the curtain and saw Nan Xing was still standing there. At night when the lights came on, he stood there like a clean little fairy.

But after a while, a servant came out from Haiyue Pavilion, and Nan Xing took out some money from his pocket to reward him.

Pei Ruofeng cursed in a low voice, "Little slicker", then closed the curtains and let the coachman drive to the house.

Halfway through the bus, he was sure no one saw him, so he hurriedly called in the boy who was taking him to Haiyue Pavilion.

"Hurry up! Where's the one just now?"

The boy was a little dazed for a while, not knowing what his little master was talking about, Pei Ruofeng patted him on the head: "The poem written by Nan Xing! Haiyue Pavilion gave it to you!"

The little servant hurriedly searched all over his body, the young master just casually threw it to him like waste paper, he didn't care, how did he know it was so important!

The boy fumbled for a long time, and finally found a crumpled piece of paper in his pocket. When Pei Ruofeng saw it, he was so angry that he kicked him down.

He glanced through the light, and the whole poem was displayed in front of his eyes.

He read it sentence by sentence a few times, smiled happily and said, "This Nan Xing, this Nan Xing is really cunning!"

It was actually an excellent poem specifically praising his heroic appearance, appearance, and noble character. If it is put out like this, it might be passed down through the ages!

He laughed: "How good am I? I don't even know it myself. How did he know it?"

The author has something to say: Good morning, sisters!

Make up class today and go to work again!come on!

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Fat Tiger;

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