After reading this, this scholar held his head high, majestic and confident.

And most of the talented people around him also groaned, recalling the poem he read just now, savoring it carefully, and thinking it was quite good, especially the sentence Why should the general be a husband, there are quite a few princes and generals Xiangning have a kind of charm.

It is a poem that fits the artistic conception, if the scholar is really casually, he does have to admit that he still has a lot of literary brilliance in his chest, and he deserves the title of talented man.

"I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shamelessness, and copying other people's poems is still so straightforward. Tsing Yi pursed his lips, with a contemptuous expression on his face: "It's really written by yourself, don't want to be faced!"

Shi Yiguang became interested, poked Tsing Yi's waist in private, and asked, "What did you just say, you said that she copied this poem?

Tsing Yi was originally full of interest, and wanted to use his own not 'erudite' head to popularize science for Shi Yiguang, but just after saying the three words "Emperor Zhuang Lie", he suddenly thought that there was a bug in the thing he wanted to say.

Decisively asked Erleng San pretending to be stupid: "What? Did I say he copied it? You heard it wrong, I didn't say it!" Tsing Yi shook his little head like a rattle: "People write it themselves, why do you spell it and say that someone copied it." ”

Shi Yiguang stared at Tsing Yi suspiciously, but Tsing Yi looked at the sky silently and didn't look at her.

And the scholar was also smiling, enjoying the eyes around him, and at the same time staring at Chunxiao on the stage with some fiery, he was very confident and waited for the beauty to throw himself into his arms. I began to fantasize about who the protagonist will be after tea and dinner tomorrow, and the story of this beautiful woman playing the piano and looking for a soulmate in the moon tower is spreading, isn't it a good story of a talented and beautiful woman.

Fame and fortune!

However, when the scholar was waiting with confidence, Chunxiao said softly: "Thank you for your love, Chunxiao's weak daughter's family, her arms can't withstand more than ten pounds of weight, how can she indulge Matigo and be a woman like Mulan!"

Although Chunxiao's tone was soft, the words were full of politeness, but the meaning of the words was clearly that the scholar's answer had been denied.

"Wow, wow!" The little grandfather clutched his stomach and laughed: "Oh, old man, I'll just say, how can the answer be so simple." Look, it's good that I stopped you, otherwise you would have fallen into the name of our Huaiguo Mansion like him!

"Since Sister Chunxiao came up with such a question in public, it must be something that most people can't think of an answer, if it's just the simplest embodiment of Mulan's words, isn't it a bosom friend everywhere? As far as this stupid old man in my family thinks like that scholar!"

Huai Guogong was angry, blew his beard angrily and glared, raised his palm, and yelled: "You are a rebel, Lao Tzu will kill you with one palm." ”

But the little grandfather slipped away quickly, a lazy donkey rolled and opened the distance, and ran away, but Huai Guogong was unrelenting, snatched the long sword of the entourage next to him, threw away the blade, grabbed the scabbard and pumped the little grandfather.

While being pumped, the little grandfather relied on his small stature, moving left and right in the crowd, running in circles, and shouting: "The evil tiger eats the child, Huai Guogong doesn't want to be faceless, he killed people on the street, are the people around you stupid, hurry up and report to the official."

The people around who were laughing didn't care.

Naturally, they will not report to the officials, but the reputation of this living treasure has spread all over the city, not to mention that in this Qinglou, it is in the yamen of Jingzhao Yin's hall, and they can also chase and escape, and run out of ten streets. Leave Jing Zhaoyin alone on the yamen to interrogate the air.

Their status is too high, from the title of Yipin, Chang'an has the right to dispose of them, and there is only His Majesty the Tang Emperor who is high. What kind of person was Emperor Tang, and how could he deal with it just because he was a prince of the dynasty who beat his son and scolded him on the street? People are dealing with major state affairs, and such small matters cannot enter his eyes.

After chasing for a while, Huai Guogong couldn't chase anymore, his mouth was full of turtle kings, and he sat back on the Taishi chair angrily, and asked the servants to fan him, but he was tired. As for the little grandfather, he was afraid of being pumped, so he didn't dare to go back for the time being, and he didn't find a free seat left and right, but unfortunately he found Shi Yiguang and Tsing Yi squatting on the wooden ladder.

The little grandfather carried the robe and walked up in a few steps, greeting Shi someone familiarly, but without saying a word, he stared at Shi Yiguang's face, his face was suspicious at first, and after looking at it for a while, it was very exciting.

When the little grandfather first saw Mulan's resignation, he had feelings. Some feminine men put on women's clothes and then dress up, it is indeed possible to confuse the real with the fake, to the point that An can tell that I am male and female, but the female dressing as a man is different, and it is really difficult not to be seen.

This little grandfather was still thinking before, whether it was Mulan's five big and three thick, tiger-backed bear-waisted, or his comrades-in-arms who were blind, how could a normal woman pretend to be a man?

It's like the guy in front of me with a mustache on his mouth, is he clearly a woman, if he is not blind, he must be able to recognize it.

It is unheard of for a woman to visit the Qinglou, and this little grandfather of the Huaiguo Mansion is very interested.

"Aunt, uh, this brother Tai, in Xia Difan. Di Fan smiled and took the initiative to say hello.

"It's polite!" Shi Yiguang was confident in his makeup technique, thinking that he had fooled the ancient little brother in front of him, and said in a rough voice as much as possible: "Brother Tai, it's polite." ”

Di Fan stared at Shi Yiguang with a smile, imagining what it would look like if Shi Yiguang put down his long hair and took off his mustache, but he unexpectedly found that the big sister in front of him had something, as if she was top-notch and beautiful.

"Where is Brother Tai from?, which family's younger, uh, which son?" Di Fan inquired curiously.

"I'm not a son, I'm just a poor scholar. Shi Yiguang coped with the way

Shi Yiguang didn't want to deal with the little brother in front of him, although he didn't look bad, but fifteen or sixteen years old fart and a big boy, he was still a minor, when the male god was too young, when the younger brother was too big, it was useless, and it was useless.

"Hello scholar, I like to read very much. Di Fan laughed, and the lie came as soon as he opened his mouth.

Shi Yiguang rolled his eyes, you kid, you don't have the truth in your mouth, have you forgotten about exposing the truth to each other with your Lao Tzu just now? Now pretend to be a cultural person, I think you are a weasel with a feather duster in your ass, and you are pretending to be a wolf with a big tail.

"What books does Brother Tai like to read?"

"Journey to the West. Shi Yiguang said without thinking: "I especially like the eighteen palms of the dog beating in it, and there is the three-life and three-life relationship between Pan Jinlian and Jia Baoyu." Shi Yiguang was full of nonsense, just trying to make this guy understand quickly, she was too lazy to deal with him.

But this kid blinked, looked very curious, and asked curiously: "Journey to the West? ”

Is it really like the TV series, the rich second generation is all silly and stupid? Shi Yiguang was suspicious, looking at the guy in front of him with a smile on his face, and thinking in his heart, should he fool him and find a way to get some useful information.

The fool was on the side, not to lie to Bai or not, Shi Yiguang just did what he said, and began to make up nonsense: "Journey to the West, that is the story of a guy named Zhang Wuji, who gathered one hundred and eight generals in Shuibo Liangshan and made trouble in the Heavenly Palace. ”

"Oh, really, it's amazing, oh, really? I don't even know. The little grandfather of the Huaiguo Mansion snapped his eyes, held his cheeks with his hands, and listened attentively to the epic flood novel compiled by Shi someone. Don't even pay attention to Chunxiao over there.

Looking at Di Fan's appearance as a little fan brother, Shi Yiguang sighed again: "Rich people are really easy to deceive, I, Shi Yiguang, can be regarded as some of the cards of a traverser!"

At the same time, several 'budding birds' and the first scholar who touched the gray nose stood up with confidence, but the result was broken and sunk in the sand, without exception, all of them were softly denied by the Chunxiao girl, saying: "Chunxiao's daughter's family, how can you afford the love of the son." ”

Eventually, after several successive wrong answers, no one came out again, and the old bustard came out again, apologized a few words, and then decided to start the second song.

But just when Chunxiao's slender index finger touched the strings, someone shouted "and slow", Chunxiao pressed the strings, and with everyone, followed the sound to look at a corner on the first floor, only to find that there were two hats standing there who did not have much sense of existence.

At this time, one of the tall hat-bearers raised his head slightly, revealing a face that was unremarkable and could not be found at all when thrown into the sea of people.

"A piano sound, a wisp of blood, Miss Chunxiao, if the next two tunes are played, won't these plain hands be scarred. The tall man who came out said with concern: "The girl should rest, and when the injury on her hand is healed, she will make the second and third songs." ”

Chunxiao slightly clenched the finger that was oozing blood because of the sharp strings.

"Chunxiao is willing. Chunxiao's eyes flickered, and then he raised his head and said seriously: "Besides, it's just a small injury, the slave family can still bear it, and the son doesn't need to worry!"

When the tall hat-man heard Chunxiao's stubborn words and his faintly visible eyes, he saw him as another person in a trance, and he was stunned for a long time, until the man in the back poked him in the back, and then he woke up.

Chunxiao was also in a trance, she saw the hat man from afar, the ripples in her heart became bigger and bigger, and that expression seemed to be her answer.

"If the son pities the slave family, he can report the understanding of the first song, if it is in harmony with what Chunxiao thinks, there is no need for the second and third songs!" Chunxiao Yingying said, and there was still some expectation in his eyebrows.

Without waiting for the tall man to say anything, the accomplice behind him stepped forward and waved his hand again and again: "We don't have an answer for the time being, Miss Chunxiao, you continue, you continue." ”

Chunxiao looked at the tall man with a hat for a moment, felt a little lost in his heart, stroked the strings again, and prepared to play, before that, he said softly: "This song is the song recorded in Chunxiao's occasional guqin score, and the song is called Thorn Han." ”

"If the girl has to continue, then play the second and third songs at once, and the pain will be lighter. The tall man said again.

Chunxiao's hand that was about to pluck the strings trembled slightly.

"This song is, Nie Zheng assassinated the king of Han, the postscript, and the small preface two. Before the words fell, Chunxiao had already plucked the strings violently, as strong as iron, and in an instant, the entire green building was like falling into the iron cavalry of ten thousand armies, and it was a sword, a sword, a sword, and a halberd.

The song is fierce and high-spirited, very good, but no one has heard the origin of this song.