Li Xuan opened his eyes on time at six o'clock in the morning. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside, Cui Niang had already cleaned the yard and started cooking. Li Xuan walked outside the house and looked at Cui Niang's busy figure in the kitchen, and a warm feeling flowed in his heart.

She looks like a hard-working little wife, doing her best to copy the housework, making breakfast in the busy, and waking up her sleeping husband and children.

I feel so comfortable thinking about this picture.

"Uncle, what are you thinking stupidly?" a crisp voice interrupted Li Xuan's imagination of a better life in the future.

Li Xuan's eyes widened and he saw Xiao Luan beside him with big eyes and an ignorant look, why did this kid always appear when he shouldn't have appeared.

Cui Niang also turned her head when she heard Xiao Luan's voice, and saw Li Xuan leaning against the door panel looking at her, and her pretty face involuntarily flashed a trace of redness.

"Xiaoluan, you and Uncle will prepare and have breakfast immediately. Cui Niang stroked the green silk on her sideburns, and hurriedly turned around to serve rice.

Li Xuan touched his nose and smiled silently, it was the beginning of a beautiful day, and he had to work harder to get Cui Niang down quickly.

Not long after breakfast, Fang Datong came to Li Xuan's house, with a happy face, as if he was the one who went on this expedition, and he could easily crush everyone.

Li Xuan originally wanted Cui Niang and Xiao Luan to go over together, but Cui Niang did not agree to Li Xuan's invitation under the pretext that she still had a few clothes to rush.

Li Xuan didn't know how Cui Niang felt about herself now, and she didn't want to force herself too hard, which would be self-defeating.

It's just that I didn't expect that even Xiaoluan, who usually loves to be lively, chose to be a good female celebrity at home, which made Li Xuan look at Xiaoluan with admiration. During this time, the little girl became more and more quiet and skillful.

But it doesn't matter, as long as she's happy.

Li Xuan and Fang Datong walked along the road in the village towards Tianmu Lake, and they heard the sound of people in the distance. The specifications of this Muchun Poetry Club are obviously more than the previous ones.

Because this time there was Nalan Xinde, the most beautiful man and talented man in Huizhou City, who came to participate in the poetry meeting.

There is a popular saying in Huizhou City, "The words and songs are wrong, Nalan Gu".

It is said that Nalan Sindh is proficient in lyrics and music, and he is a master in this field, and whenever he passes by and hears a mistake in the lyrics and music performed by others, he will appear to point out.

Some young ladies and beauties who admired Nalan Sindh would deliberately play the wrong track to attract Nalan's attention.

It can be seen that Nalan Xinde is definitely the public lover of Huizhou City, the idol of idols.

Originally, a character like this would not participate in the Muchun Poetry Club for a little fame and fortune at all, and the reason why he appeared in Taoyuan Village was because of a woman.

About the romance of Nalan Xinde and Miao Wenyi, the Oiran of Miaoyin Pavilion, as long as everyone in Huizhou City knows.

Thinking that this Nalan Sindh is the son of the governor, with a prominent status, he would almost break off the relationship with his father for a woman, and he is also a Fengyue woman.

It can be seen that love is indeed a pure spiritual product that has nothing to do with national borders, no identity, and no status.

When Li Xuan and Fang Datong approached Tianmu Lake, they saw that the peach orchard not far away was already crowded with tourists. A curtain with a radius of more than 100 meters has been erected under the five willow trees by the lake.

Hundreds of small tables were placed in the tent in turn, and at this time, behind each small table sat three or two literati and scholars, noble and powerful.

There was also a large circle of people outside the tent at this time, including villagers from Taoyuan Village, and ordinary tourists who came to enjoy the scenery.

The curtain is outside, and inside the curtain is like two worlds.

Li Xuan rushed outside the tent and saw that Lin Qingyu was also sitting on one of the small tables decently, with a dignified posture.

There was a thin and delicate little girl sitting next to her at this time, who was talking and laughing with Lin Qingyu at this time.

On the edge is a handsome young man, smiling at this time, like a spring breeze, and the wine glass in his hand is shallow, looking like a first-class Fengshen figure.

Xiaohua stood behind them with a proud face, like a fierce door god, and that expression was very unapproachable.

In the small few next to him were Wang Junshi and two other young scholars, kneeling behind the small table at this time, not squinting, with a righteous face, as if they were ready to fight against some evil forces at any time.

A little farther away, there was only a plain-robed boy sitting behind An Ji. Starry eyes and sword eyebrows, face like a crown of jade, tranquil and leisurely, abundant like jade, who else would there be if it wasn't Nalan Xinde.

This is an otherworldly feeling, like an immortal in the sky, which makes people think that there will be such a beautiful man in this world.

When the young ladies outside the curtain saw Nalan, basically none of them could still maintain their posture and appearance, and all of them were in a nymphomaniac state, if it weren't for the fact that there was a group of Ma family members standing outside the curtain to maintain order on the scene, it is estimated that Nalan Xinde would be buried by these little ladies.

At this time, Nalan Xinde was looking at another desk in a daze, and there were two people sitting behind the case.

One was a middle-aged scribe in his forties, as rich as jade, a humble gentleman, and next to him sat a woman with a face scarf and a graceful body.

This woman is Miao Wenyi, the Oiran of Miaoyin Pavilion.

Nalan Xinde came to the Muchun Poetry Club because of this woman, and the middle-aged scribe was another Li Yu in Huizhou City who was as famous as Nalan Xinde.

Li Yu is proficient in poetry, and the contemporary Wenzong Zhuge Wensheng once praised him as "the beginning of the word to the realm of Li Yu", which shows the depth of his literary literacy.

The key is that Li Yu is a merry person by nature, and he lingers in Fengyue places all the year round, so when Nalan Xinde saw Miao Wenyi kneeling beside Li Yu, his heart was already full of anger.

At this time, Li Yu was indeed an old god, and there was no undercurrent of consciousness at all, enjoying the beauty's plain tea while listening to the poetry recitation on the field.

Nalan Xinde secretly made up his mind that this time he would have an upright battle with Li Yu. It is said that there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts, and this time he wants to make Li Yu have no power to fight back.

Mr. Zhuo saw Li Xuan standing at the entrance of the tent and looking around, frowning, but he couldn't bear to say it, he just waved quickly to Li Xuan, obviously Li Xuan was already a lot late.

Qi Hongyang and Liu Xianglian sat next to Mr. Zhuo's desk, and when they saw Li Xuan appear, they smiled and nodded, which can be regarded as saying hello.

At this time, a young scholar after a few cases was reciting a new work of his own, which was catchy and full of energy, like a clarion call for the army to move forward, full of indomitable tragedy.

"It's a 'thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons', what does Xu Lao think of this son's poems. At this time, an old man over seventy years old with gray hair looked at Xu Wenmang with a flattering face.

Xu Wenmang twisted his beard, closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment, as if he was intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself.

After a while, he said: "It's good, but it lacks some of the precipitation of life, and compared to the next 'don't wait for leisure, white boy's head, empty and sad', there is less of a change in the artistic conception." ”

Xu Wenmang is only in his early sixties this year, but he is sitting in the position of Huizhou school governor, and for these students, his comments are an opportunity to go to the next level.

At this time, several old bachelors nearby heard Xu Wenmang's comment, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up, nothing more than "Xu Lao is really a high-level and insightful person."

These old men are all old doctors, and everyone has to rely on Xu Wenmang's snort to live, so it is a fatal praise to seize an opportunity.

You want to say that these people are too shameless and insulting. Not to mention, Xu Wenmang eats this set, those who have shame and Sven professors either leave with their papers, or do some chores.

Persistence or self-esteem in the face of power comes at a cost.

"Yue Pengju, yes, yes, the old man has written you down, it's very good, are you willing to put it under the old man's door?" Xu Wenmang twisted his beard and said smugly, as if it was a great honor to worship his door.

The young man who wrote the poem bowed down excitedly: "The student is honored and will live up to the teacher's trust." ”

While he was talking, Li Xuan had already walked into the tent and walked towards Mr. Zhuo's table.

"Who trespassed in without notice?" Regarding Li Xuan's behavior of walking in without saying a word, Xu Wenmang felt that he didn't take his old man into his eyes at all, so he was particularly unhappy.

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