Fu Xuan faintly noticed that Chu Meng had disappeared since that night's care, as if he was deliberately avoiding himself, and couldn't help but worry that the night was too abrupt and disturbed her, and he was depressed and had to give up, holding a hot heart, but he didn't dare to disturb her. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but look at the house, Fang Xun came to Jianye, followed his father Wang Chung all day long between the mansions of the capital's magnates, and the hours spent in Wuyi Lane were not even enough for a day, and at this moment there was no one to be found, only the younger brother Jinting was still in the house, but he was busy in the front yard to check the manuscripts of the books and words offered by the guests, and he couldn't get out, let alone play with him.

Fu Xuan remembered the nightshade girl again, but after the spring exam, he sent Qingqing to send the string silk incense, and the nightshade girl did not accept it, and I don't know what she was thinking.

Fu Xuan turned around, and his steps couldn't help but point to the front yard, wanting to come and see the recent guests' Mobao chat to pass the loneliness is also good, and remembering that he hadn't seen the brocade for many days, he was robed and rode the spring breeze.

Wang Xie two family proud of the head of the family, every day there are countless scholars want to climb Wang Xie two family under the door, not only Wang Xie two family so, but also other princely family leaders in the front yard is also the whole day like a city, the princes of the palace are busy with the government has been too busy to take care of themselves, but also have no time to meet this class of good and bad men one by one, so gradually form an atmosphere among the princes of the family, but where someone wants to worship a certain family, then first hand the ink treasure into the house for the people in the house to screen, the Jin people are the most Shangshu, from the emperor to the poorest scribes, all of them are proud of writing a good hand, and the works that enter the house are also a collection of lifelong essence of the dedication to work, just ask for this stepping stone to be goldenand stand out from the crowd.

Chen Jun Xie's selection of people is Jinting, in the past, Wang Suzhi also helped the Wang family to see some, but most of the time is running outside with Fu Xuan, now he goes to the war, the Wang family received the worship work also by the Jinting to see together, the daily calligraphy ink treasure is sent in like heavy snow, every day before half an hour to open the door to bury the Jinting into it, the Jinting is also a careful person, these worship works are unfolded one by one to see, every time to see until late at night but never say a word bitter, in other houses, need to pick a few to see, the rest will be burned as flowers。

Fu Xuan entered from the back door of the house where the manuscripts were stored, the back door connected to the inner courtyard, the house was cut into two rooms, the middle of which was carved by a wooden fence wall, leaving only a small door with curtains on both sides of the wall for communication, the scholars came, and they dedicated the manuscripts to the front house, and after they accumulated into a considerable number of batches, they were carried by the servants to the back house for the Jin Ting to choose. Fu Xuan entered the house, and when he was just shining, the piled up of worship had already disappeared from Jinting.

"Brother is here. Before Fu Xuan called him, Jin Ting got his head out of nowhere.

"How ...... are all the worships in the past few days" Fu Xuan was also a little distressed about Jinting, and said, "Brother will help you read it together." ”

Jin Ting replied: "Jin Ting can also do it." It's just that the elder brother came to read, I'm afraid that there will be no one in the world who will be able to enter the door of Wang Xie Er's family again. ”

Fu Xuan didn't think so, he didn't unfold the volume to see, and the book was really a mess, such as the mother of the teaching workshop who tried her best to paint the old leather surface of the ravine, and used too much force to make people laugh. Fu Xuan rolled his hand into the unsuccessful bucket and said, "It's hard for you." ”

Jin Ting smiled: "Brother doesn't believe it." Don't look at it, I'm afraid I will stain my brother's noble eyes. ”

Fu Xuan didn't believe it, and exhibited a few more paintings, but he still couldn't bear to look at it directly, and finally gave up, and sighed: "In the past, Su Zhi and I were busy outside, and everything at home was taken care of by you. ”

"It's not hard, look at these words, learn from each other's strengths, and Yu Jinting itself has also grown a lot. Jin Ting also lightly put a piece of words into the bucket, and said, "Naturally, Brother Fuxuan's calligraphy is perfect, and it is the same whether you look at these words or not." ”

Fu Xuan took a turn between the bookshelves displayed in the room and asked, "What about the selected characters?"

"If you are chosen, you will choose a day to inform this class of scholars, and the lord will personally meet and discuss state affairs, if the lord takes a fancy to one or two, it will be a guest of Wang Xie's family. ”

Fu Xuan murmured: "Although this method has drawbacks, there are many scholars who come to the door, but there is no better way." Then he opened the curtain on the middle wall a little and asked, "Is this the vestibule here?"

Jin Ting still stepped up to read the scroll, did not raise his head, and only replied in a low voice: "Yes." Fu Xuan didn't know how to disturb him again, so he opened the curtain and peeked through the back room to see the people coming and going in the front hall. Only in the moment when Fu Xuan peeked, there were five or six people holding their hands rolled up, some of them were dressed richly, some were in cold clothes to avoid the body, there were those who looked suave and graceful, and some were cowardly and cowering, but invariably, everyone had a solemn and solemn look on their faces, and when they walked to the wooden frame where the scroll was placed, they were all held in both hands and gently offered, the color of awe was like sacrificing to the gods, and they retreated and walked out, looked back again, took a deep breath, and then walked away.

This wave retreated, and another wave of people, also five or six people, the same modal action, Fu Xuan looked at it for a while, a little bored, and was about to stop the curtain and leave, but saw that the last person in this wave of people was late, this person's eyebrows were heroic, the water chestnut horns were distinct, especially the pair of eyes under the eyebrows, straight through the heart burning with fire, although wearing evil clothes but not cowardly, with a natural self-confidence, Fu Xuan looked at this person, and didn't know why, only felt that this person was different, so he observed it with great interest.

I saw that this person was not as respectful as some of the previous scholars, his steps were frivolous, his heels did not land, and when he walked in front of the wooden frame, he only rolled his hand into the wooden frame quite casually, Fu Xuan was looking, and his subsequent actions surprised Fu Xuan, I saw that after he dropped his own scroll, he immediately pulled away the dozen or so scrolls that had been placed in the wooden frame in front of him, but his expression was very calm, as if he had retrieved his own things, and turned around and walked away with other people's works. Fu Xuan felt bad, retreated and summoned the servant to the main gate to stop the person first, while he rushed out of the front hall to get the man's scroll and chased him out.

"Stop!" Fu Xuan shouted, and kept the back of the scholar not far in front of the hall door.

The scholar turned around, and the two oblique thick eyebrows caught Fu Xuan's eyes, but he was right, and said loudly: "Who called me?"

Fu Xuan is also the best to do: "In Xia Xie Mansion Fu Xuan, there are a few questions I want to ask my son. ”

"Oh...... It turned out to be the eldest son of Xie who was famous and full of talent. The scholar smiled proudly and said, "In Xia Huan, but please advise." ”

Fu Xuan asked coldly: "The words taken from Childe's hand, but your own?"

Huan Jun glanced down at the large handful of handfuls of handwriting scrolls in his hand, and said with a smile: "Childe originally wanted to ask this." Huan wants to come, every day into Wang Xie's mansion to worship a lot, the house is beyond the power of the house, and can not watch it all, lest you wait for the son to come to the interest of the casual flip, and the rest of the abandonment is made of flower mud. Although Huan is confident that his books can stand out, but he can't beat God sometimes close his eyes and go to sleep, what Huan did was just to help the heavens to judge, and also to help reduce the burden in the house, and did something that should be done. ”

After hearing this, Fu Xuan was slightly angry in his heart, but he still asked coldly on his face: "If you think the same way and steal your scroll back, how do you feel?"

"Since ancient times, if you become a king and lose a king, then Huan also accepted his fate, and what Huan can do is to strike first. ”

"Wang Xie and the two mansions have opened the door widely, that is, they intend to invite the world's scholars, treat them equally, be fair and equal, not to mention, since they worship Wang Xie's subordinates, the self-needs of the selection and adjudication are Wang Xie Zhongren, and they don't bother with the son. ”

Huan Jun laughed out loud: "I am Liyang Huan Jie, from the northwest wind and dust thousands of miles away, just because everyone in the world is the Taoist King Xie Erjia has been in the past dynasties, and the sea is inclusive, but I didn't expect to see the chief son of Xie Mansion today, so pedantic, it is really a big disappointment." ”

Fu Xuan stared at Huan Ji with cold eyes, and the latter was still calm and without the slightest sense of guilt, Fu Xuan sneered, and didn't want to bother with him anymore, so he said: "Since Childe is so sure of his own truth, forgive Fuxuan's words, the Tao is not the same, Childe's book will not be read by the two houses, please take it back, and other people's works do not belong to Childe, please leave Childe." After that, he threw the Huan Jie in his hand to Huan Jie's feet, and the scroll knocked on the blue brick to the ground, and the servants on the side also rushed forward to snatch the others who Huan Jie was holding under his armpit, wanting to drive him away.