But I'm a male fox

Chapter 290 Two Good Poems for Beauty

Although Young Master Hua was arrogant, in order to hide in the temple, he had to shave his head bald, so that he could blend in with a group of monks.

However, in the brothel, this dress is just...

Somewhat conspicuous.

The people around looked over and whispered:

"Look, a flower monk!"

"I see, this is a girl who came to Purdue from a brothel! Haha!"

When Young Master Hua asked people to say this, his head began to recall.

Is this too high-profile?

Maybe I should go back to the temple to avoid it...

Unfortunately, he woke up too late.

"catch him!"

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, Zhang Yan recognized Young Master Hua with just one glance, waved his hand excitedly, and the guards behind him rushed out.

"Ah? Why such a coincidence?!"

Young Master Hua also saw Zhang Yan, trembling all over, immediately turned around, jumped out of the brothel from the window, and ran towards the alley.

At this time, the oiran competition was about to start, and there were crowds of people around the brothel. As a practitioner, this Young Master Hua slipped around in the crowd, slipping like a loach, and the guards really couldn't catch up!

The main reason is that they didn't expect to meet the target, so they didn't arrange any preparations such as outflanking. Seeing that they were about to lose track at this moment, they could only act in a hurry.

Fortunately, Li Cheng was still here.

He didn't need to reveal his cultivation, he just tracked the location of Young Master Hua with his spiritual sense, and then pretended to be a coincidence to ambush at the exit of the alley.

Stretch out your feet and point them up.

boom!

"Ah! Who has no conscience to trip me!"

The panic-stricken Young Master Hua was thrown to the ground just like that.

"Hold him down!"

From behind, the guards rushed up one by one, and the big men piled up like a giant tower of muscles, making Young Master Hua feel as if his butt was about to be crushed, and he couldn't turn over completely.

That's it, you're done.

Zhang Yan rushed over in a hurry, seeing Young Master Hua's breathless face, he couldn't help laughing.

"God has eyes, finally let me catch you, a villain!"

"you you......"

Young Master Hua wanted to scold back, but the big man above used physical means to stab his swear words back into his stomach with an elbow.

"Take him away!"

Although the Hua family will definitely come to make trouble, for Zhang Yan, as long as he holds people in his hands, he can firmly take the initiative, and avenging Bao Qi's family is no longer empty talk.

Today, he is no longer the little county magistrate.

In addition to being happy, Zhang Yan turned his head, sincerely, and bowed to Li Cheng:

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for avenging me!"

"Your Excellency, you don't need to be too polite. I wasn't sure that this murderous person would come. It depends on your blessings and blessings, so that we can succeed immediately!"

"You are welcome, sir, I will never forget your kindness..."

Zhang Yan bowed to salute, the corners of his eyes were already full of vicissitudes, and there were even faint tears flowing.

It is rare for a middle-aged man to cry once.

Seeing this, Li Cheng hurried up to help, and after a few words of relief, the two were ready to return to the house.

On the way, they passed by the brothel again, and found that the place was in a mess, and all the spectators watching the oiran match ran away.

It's only been a few minutes, and it's like this?

Li Cheng pulled over a man who was a sweeper to inquire, and he learned that two gangs of young boys had a fight here just now, which scared everyone away.

"Is it those two groups of people? The fighting in the city is to such an extent that the city patrol didn't take care of it?"

Facing the inquiry from Zhang Yan, whose official position was not low at first sight, Mr. Gui said helplessly, "That's King Gao's cousin and the son of General Sima. They fight, who dares to control them!"

The so-called King Gao refers to Po Tian, ​​whose real name is Gao Tong. Although he hasn't really claimed the title of king yet, he has already been called a king in private by the people.

Hearing what Mr. Gui said, Zhang Yan immediately lost his temper, his thick eyebrows immediately drooped, and his face showed bitterness.

After returning home, under Li Cheng's questioning, Zhang Yan half complained and half explained the truth.

"My lord and General Sima have been at odds lately, and even the soldiers on both sides, alas, have had friction in private..."

It turns out that although Gao Tong is the leader of the rebel army, not everyone in the army is obedient to him.

Especially Sima Mao, as the second-in-command, he was originally a general from the imperial court like Zhang Yan, and he had his own team under him.

When the imperial army suppressed the country before and was killed by the rebels in adversity, the relationship between the two parties was fine.

But in the past year, the imperial court's army was defeated and fled, and some of them were basically encircled on all sides.

There are many reasons for conflicts, such as uneven distribution of spoils, unfair rulings, strategic differences, etc... After accumulating, a huge gap was gradually created between the two parties.

And fights like today's have gradually increased.

"It's unreasonable! They already occupy two provinces, why are you still acting like a bandit!"

Having said that, Zhang Yan slapped his thigh with a look of hatred for iron.

On the other hand, Li Cheng thought that what he overheard earlier, the conversation between Hua Shao's father and his colleagues in the restaurant, confirmed Zhang Yan's description from the side.

From this point of view, this piercing force appears to be in full swing, but in fact it is a hidden crisis!

"grown ups!"

At this moment, a servant came to the door and bowed to report.

But Gao Tong will hold a banquet at noon tomorrow, inviting Zhang Yan and the newly recruited guests to come together.

"Okay, I'll go."

Zhang Yan agreed, and then said to Li Cheng: "Mr. Li, at tomorrow's banquet, the lord will probably take the opportunity to test you and Mr. Bai's knowledge. If you want to be reused, you need to prepare well."

Li Cheng nodded and said, "Understood."

Zhang Yan stroked his beard, got up and took out the incense burner and incense from the room, lit a stick, and said: "Sir, I want to pay homage to Bao Qi now..."

"So, I will take my leave first."

Seeing the female ghost emerge from the treetops again, Li Cheng left first, leaving time for the unlucky couple.

As for himself...

"Xiang Gong~"

It is beyond words.

Early the next day.

Zhang Yan took Li Cheng, Bai Chu and others to the Gaotong mansion in a carriage.

Compared with Li Cheng, Bai Chu, who was in the same car, was obviously more nervous at the beginning, and asked Li Cheng how his image looked like several times on the way.

But when he got close to the destination, he immediately put on a calm and superior expression, which amused Li Cheng—if it wasn't too wicked, he would have wanted to untie Bai Chu's belt at the banquet to see how the latter would react. How did you react.

In Qin City, the residences of the high-ranking rebels were very close to each other. Li Cheng and others got out of the car after walking for a quarter of an hour.

Entering the courtyard, Li Cheng looked around half a circle calmly.

Many people had already gathered inside, most of them well-dressed, no less than the dignitaries he had seen in the capital.Observe his words and deeds, but they are much vulgar.

But correspondingly, they are not as perverted as the people in the capital.

Of course, there are a few who are as simple and self-disciplined as Zhang Yan, but they are not mainstream.

As Zhang Yan was a popular figure, many people saluted him as soon as he entered the door. He returned the salutes one by one, and then took Li Cheng and others to sit on the right hand side of the main seat.

Soon, a tall and thin bearded Wuxiu sat across from him, cupped his hands and said, "Master Zhang, good evening."

"I met General Sima..."

Li Cheng squinted his eyes and thought, "So this person is Sima Mao?"

The cultivation base of the sixth rank is not considered low in the rebel army.

When everyone was exchanging greetings, they only heard a burst of laughter, which spread throughout the audience.

Accompanied by laughter, a big man in a toga with a height of more than two meters came out from behind the pillar, took the hand of a slender and beautiful lady, and sat on the main seat.

Is this person piercing the sky?

But who is the woman next to him?Haven't heard that Gao Tong has a wife?

Not only Li Cheng, but even veteran ministers like Zhang Yan were quite suspicious.

"Meet the lord..."

"You don't need to be too polite, and sit down first."

Gao Tong didn't wait for the ministers to ask questions, so he introduced in a dignified voice: "This girl is called Chen Mumu, she is the daughter of the Chen family porcelain merchant in the north of the city, she is dignified and virtuous, very suitable for me... .”

Although no title was given, Gao Tong obviously wanted to marry a wife.

Zhang Yan frowned very tightly. In his opinion, the lord's marriage is a major event, with political significance and value. How could he hide it from the officials and announce it at the banquet?

Besides, he had never heard of this woman's name.

However, seeing Gao Tong's cheerful appearance, Zhang Yan didn't intend to slap his lord in the face at the banquet, but held back the words of admonition and wanted to say it in private.

And Li Cheng secretly looked at the opposite General Sima - this guy frowned even more exaggeratedly, as if he had really lost his mother, which was very strange.

On the main seat, Gao Tong took in the various expressions of his subjects, but he did not restrain himself in his behavior, laughing and drinking.

Soon, someone stood up to offer a toast, and flattered them for a while—specifically, they composed a poem on the spot to praise Gao Tong and Chen Mumu, who made his debut, which caused the latter to giggle.

Gao Tong was overjoyed when he heard that, and while he was drinking, he immediately invited all the scholars present to write poems for Chen Mumu.

He also deliberately turned his head and said to Zhang Yan: "I heard that Zhang Qing has invited two masters from the Qinshan sect, I wonder if it is possible..."

"My lord, this is inappropriate!"

When it came to Bai Chu and Li Cheng, especially Li Cheng who had just helped him a lot, Zhang Yan was obviously a little angry and said: "The world is still uncertain, so it's fine if you don't ask for advice, how can you let a sage born in this world come to ask questions for a beauty?" What about poetry?"

"Hey, what Zhang Qing said is serious. Now the imperial army only knows how to retreat. What else is there to be afraid of? Even if they are wise men, can't the wise men relax?"

Gao Tong said with a smile: "I have fought for half my life, can't I enjoy myself?"

"My lord, this..."

Zhang Yan's persuasion was fruitless, and he turned to look at Li Cheng and Bai Chu, his eyes were full of apology.

It's a pity that the latter two are not serious hermits, so they don't have so much thought.

Bai Chu nodded pretending to understand, and then recited a poem in praise of Chen Mumu. Although it wasn't amazing, it was considered a masterpiece among the audience.

After all, it was just a rebel army, and there were not so many scholars who were good at poetry.

When it was Li Cheng's turn, he thought for a moment, recalled a poem posted in the circle of friends of his mentor in his previous life, and chanted casually:

"The thin cloud skirt with long ribbons, the whole body is full of auspicious dragon fragrance, and the emerald green slantly reflects the plum makeup."

"Let's not look at the gracefulness of people and space, the laughter and coquettish words are too rampant, and I can't bear to hate the dark form."

As soon as this poem came out, the whole world was silent.

The people who were talking about it just now cast admiration, envy, or jealous eyes.

However, the last two lines of this poem, translated literally, mean that a man harbors resentment and peeks at a woman's beautiful appearance, wishing that it could be similar or have the same meaning.

Many people present heard the meaning of resentment from it, and felt something was wrong, so instead of toasting immediately, they secretly looked at Gao Tong.

Gao Tong shook his head and smiled.