As the sun sets, the streets of Chang'an City are brighter again, and there are many more people on the streets than yesterday. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"As you can see, the murderer surrendered yesterday. ”

"It's not a murderer, it's just revenge... After taking revenge, he surrendered without concern. ”

The people I met on the street, the guys standing in front of the shop, were all talking about yesterday.

“... It's a scholar, and only a scholar can do this kind of thing. ”

“... That master is also a scholar. ”

"Although Zhong Shisan himself doesn't know kung fu, the green forest hero he invited is extremely powerful, flying eaves and walking walls, and it is said that a group of people entered the double garden that day..."

Someone preached loudly, and the people on the street gathered when they heard it, and at this moment a group of people and horses ran through the street, which made the people a little frightened.

"Did you catch the murderer again?"

Everyone inquired and visited, but saw that the street was not run by officers and soldiers, but by a group of family members, led by a chubby man wearing a silk shirt like a rich man, and indeed a rich man.

"That's not Master Guo? It's quite a bit like his nephew fighting. ”

“... It should be going to Liu's house... Haven't you heard? Young Master Chunyang of the Liu family crippled the little son-in-law of the Guo family. ”

"Tell me about it. ”

In the past two days, the officers and soldiers have made a lot of panic in the search, and they only talk about the rampant murders, but they do not know that such things have happened, and they all inquire about each other for a while.

The person who was interrupted to preach that the heroes of the green forest killed Zong Zhou were not happy.

"The kids just fight... Young Master Chunyang is not as stubborn as the children of the Guo family. This Xue Qing is the youngest son-in-law of the Guo family... Naturally, he also likes to play like the people of the Guo family.... He must have been the one who caused the trouble first..."

“... That's right, I heard that Xue Qing won the young master Chunyang by buying the poems... It's inevitable to be beaten this time... What is there to say... Then the heroes of the green forest are the real fights. ”

Also... The people were busy looking at him again, and the fighting between the children could only be regarded as child's play.

The gurgling carriage walked down the street, Pei Yanzi lowered the curtain, cut off the dancing gesture on the street, he took out a scroll from the small bookshelf on the car, handed it to the waiter, and said: "Go, hand it over to the green building, who can perform the best of Xue Qing's song at the lantern festival in my house on August 15, I will pay a thousand dollars." ”

The little guy was not frightened by the green building and the daughter, the little guy of the Pei clan had also seen the world, he respectfully took the answer, stopped the car and got down, and watched the carriage leave.

This Xue Qing is amazing, he is worthy of the help of Young Master Yanzi's daughter, well, the daughter is a trivial matter, and Young Master Yanzi clearly wants to make a name for Xue Qing.

Where is the fastest news in the market, naturally in the Qinglou, the land of wind and moon, literati and ink writers often gather, and the daughter begs to sing poetry, vulgar and elegant, and it can become a lively event in Chang'an City in an instant.

Is it the first time that Young Master Yanzi has grown so old to do such a thing, this poem is so good?The little guy looked at the scroll in his hand with a little curiosity, or is this Young Master Xue Qing so good?

"Good!"

At this time, in the courtyard of the old lady of the Liu family, the female sumo wrestlers were in full swing, and the audience cheered chaotically, making the hot summer even hotter.

The old lady Liu, who was still wearing a golden splendor, sat on the circle chair, holding a piece of paper in her hand, and squinted in the uproar and said: ".... I don't know what year it is tonight? I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the high places..."

The crowd applauded again, overshadowing his voice, and Old Lady Liu did not get angry at all, but smiled and shouted hello.

"It's really well written. He said, throwing the paper, and the little guy next to him hurriedly caught it, "What about Chunyang's waste?

The man behind him looked uneasy, bowed his head and said, "No, let him be beaten and scolded without saying a word..... I have been closed in the study as you have commanded. ”

Old lady Liu said with a little annoyance: "Let him read the poems in the study, and give him a knife, and cut the book when he sees that the poem is well written, and see if he can cut it all or make himself angry." ”

The man didn't dare to say much, and his head drooped lower, and the response was.

The other man hesitated and leaned over and said, "Master Guo is here again... Outside the door, you see..."

This matter was hidden from Mrs. Liu at the beginning, but the Guo family came to make too much trouble, and it was only reported last night, Mrs. Liu was furious when she heard this, and ordered the young master of Chunyang to be locked up, since he was angry with the young master of Chunyang, did the old lady Liu want to reconcile with the Guo family?

Old lady Liu sighed twice, looked at the paper in the hand of the little girl, and said: "This poem is good, but I want to open the door of my house with a poem, and my Liu family is not so cheap... Tell him that although Xue Qing lures Chunyang by winning or losing, for the sake of Master Guo's face, we don't care about him anymore, let's take the top prize, don't make trouble. ”

This was really unkind, and the man turned around and went out.

Old lady Liu said: "Xue Qing. "I read this name, and my expression was faint," .. There are more people who can compose poems, and what about prodigies, it's been a child. He shook his head and looked at the stage, the female sumo wrestler on the stage reversed the defeat with one move, and the old lady Liu clapped his hands and applauded, "Reward." ”

The spectators around applauded, and the reward fell on the stage like rain, and there was a commotion in the courtyard.

The green building in the day was elegant and quiet, and when the little maid walked in with a scroll, two young women were walking upstairs with their hair loose and yawning.

“.. You have no business in the past two days, and Sister Chunxiao is still sleepy. ”

“.. Yes, my mother too, I have to practice the piano and dance, forcing me to be busier than Sister Yanhong, so tired. ”

The two women laughed and talked about each other, and suddenly saw the plump old bustard staggering to meet the little girl, the old bustard is not everyone can see it now, it seems that this little bustard is not small, the two couldn't help but stop leaning on the railing, and saw the old bustard's face was very happy.

“.. Rest assured... I've got the best girl here... It's no problem to sing and dance..."

I can't hear what I said intermittently, but only these few sentences are probably known by the two girls, some scholars have made poems, and whether they are popular depends on whether they are sung by the girls in the Qinglou, so many times someone specially sends poems.

"I don't know which talent it is?" Chunxiao grinned, "Look at this is paying for singing... It's a lot of money. ”

"It's not just money. Another girl said, looking at the old bustard Wang Yuxian smiling into a flower but still respectful, "The origin is not small." ”

After the words fell, the little guy said goodbye, and Wang Yuxian saluted again.

“.. Please rest assured, Young Master Yanzi, this..."She opened the scroll and looked at it, reading the name on it, "Young Master Xue Qing's poems, we must choose the best...."

The girl sighed, stretched out her hand and patted Chunxiao's arm, and said with bright eyes: "Sure enough, it's Young Master Yanzi... What about the young master Pei's Yanzi..."

Chunxiao also sighed, but noticed another name, and said, "Xue Qing? Did Xue Qing make poems?"

The boy who was not overwhelmed by her beauty, she remembered it very well.

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