Li Fuda laughed for a while, then suddenly turned around and said to Wei Fu: "Shen Protector still doesn't know that the dignified Ming Prince has gone to the Red Sleeve Move, you will only go and let her prepare?"

"Yes!" Weffo turned and left.

"Wait a minute?" Li Fuda lightly grabbed a handful of long beards under his chin, flicked it a few times, and said in a deep voice: "The assassination of the prince is such a big thing, you can't let us Maitreya Sect carry the black cauldron, you sent someone to send this news to Zhu Zhantan, I believe that he knows the news, and he must be eager to do it!"

"Subordinates understand!" Wei Fu took the order and left.

After Wei Fu retreated, the two Maitreya disciples who had delivered the news also bowed and retreated.

Li Fuda sat down again, squinted his eyes and fingers lightly tapped the table, and said to himself: "This game of chess is getting more and more interesting, hehe——?"

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"Puff, lime chanting——?" The reader in the red sleeve was singing his poems, and everyone in the hall shouted and cheered, but Yang Zheng squirted out of his mouth with a mouthful of tea soup.

At this moment, he knew who the scholar in front of him was-Yu Qian!

Yang Zheng looked at Yu Qian who was still singing lime chant in surprise, now he finally understood why he felt that this scholar was different when he saw him for the first time, and now that he thinks about it, it is because he is Yu Qian, a person who saved the Ming Dynasty with his own strength, but ended up unjustly killed.

Yang Zheng didn't expect that he would meet the famous Yu Shaobao in the Qinglou, and he didn't want to hear him sing the lime chant of his life portrayal here, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud, there are many people who have heard the lime chant, but who can think of himself as himself, can sit in the red sleeves, drink flower wine, and listen to the famous Yu Shaobao personally sing the lime chant?

Just when he was proud, he suddenly heard a person: "Good poem, good poem, I can't imagine that the lime in the deep mountains is so innocent and flawless to be sung by this son, it is rare that this poem, it seems that it is lime, if you don't understand it wrongly, this poem still has the ambition of Brother Tai, right?"

This poem lime chant was written by him in his early years, when he was out and about, he walked to a lime kiln and happened to watch the masters calcining lime. I saw piles of blue-black mountain rocks, all of which turned into white lime after being burned by the raging fire. He was deeply touched, and after a little thought, he chanted "Lime Yin", when he was talking about Wen Tianxiang's deeds, he couldn't help but take him as the ideal goal of life, when singing this lime chant, the first sentence was chiseled out of the deep mountain" and the second sentence "The fire burns if you are idle", but the process of writing limestone is simple, but the last two sentences are not afraid of broken bones, and you must leave your innocence in the world. It does imply his ambition, he is loyal to the country, even if he is broken, he doesn't care at all! Unexpectedly, being seen through, Yu Qian's face turned red, and said, "Let this brother see a smile?"

The young man's face was straight, and he said: "Brother Tai uses lime as a metaphor to say that he is loyal to the country, not afraid of sacrifice and determined to adhere to noble sentiments, such a mind, such ambition, people are deeply admired, don't you dare to have the slightest sense of teasing?" Yang Bo, Xia Yuanji is a talented person, and it is understandable that the saint is reused with them today, but the world thinks that the saint is heavy on literature and light on martial arts, but it is really a big mistake for the saint, and look at my Yang Rong, Zhang Fu, Xue Wei, which one is not born as a military general, they are in the court, is not the general who leads the army?"

Yang Zheng heard this young man casually talk about the major affairs of the court, and even his name was clearly stated, so he couldn't help but glance at this young man with some curiosity.

The young man seemed to be slightly aware, and when he looked at Yang Zheng, he nodded slightly, and the person standing next to him glanced at him vigilantly.

Yang Zheng didn't pay attention to the person beside him, but the young man had an extraordinary bearing, and the bearing he exuded between his walks and his whole body was extraordinary, so he also nodded and returned the salute.

The young man smiled indifferently, glanced at his waist hurriedly, and then looked no more.

"What Brother Tai said is extremely reckless?" Yu Qian stood up modestly and said with his fists clenched.

The boy smiled and said: "Isn't it innocent that those who don't know, besides, Brother Tai is not wrong, since the current saint ascended the throne, Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, Yang Bo, Xia Yuanji's status has been continuously improved, and it is inevitable that people will be regarded as a saint who values literature and light martial arts, and it is rare that Brother Tai is a scholar, and he is worried about the world, if my Ming scholars have such insight as Brother Tai, it is really the blessing of my Ming Dynasty?"

"Hehe, I don't know if there is a blessed monk or not, that's something the emperor considers, but the flower monk I know, if my Ming scholars are the same as the one in front of me, it will be too boring?"

The young man said strangely: "Scholars are worried about the world, what's wrong?" The monk said: "Everyone is worried about the world, it's natural, but if everyone is like you, isn't everyone like you two talking about state affairs, so that even if you come to the red sleeves, there is no fun at all, and at that time the flower monk will not suffocate to death?"

The young man shook his head and burst out laughing.

"Although the words are rough, the reason is not rough, isn't it to have fun when you come to the red sleeve move, and then you are sorry for the red sleeve trick when you talk about state affairs?"

The monk patted his bald head and said: "You son, you are much more interesting than Yu Qian, it is very suitable for the flower monk and my appetite, red sleeves, where you drink flower wine, you should talk about girls, right?

When the monk said such a thing, it already caused people to laugh, but his serious appearance caused a bigger smile.

Drinking and chatting, time flies, in the blink of an eye, the time of a stick of incense, the red sleeves that originally seemed a little cold began to be lively, the girls upstairs, began to lazily sing a little song, stroking the piano, with more and more guests, the girls who sell laughter on weekdays, under the urging of the old mother, make up the makeup, play the piano to play the song, welcome the guests, welcome the guests, and those girls who sing the song, singing is no longer an elegant and quiet song, but some men's cheerful songs, from time to time。

The big red sleeves seem to be at dawn, when the birds wake up in the forest, chirping and lively.

The old mother looked at the incense burner on the left, went for the most part, frowned, pulled a girl over, and said, "Go, tell Sù Xiaoyue, it's not too early, let her start putting on makeup, otherwise those men can't wait, don't spoil the good thing?"

The girl answered, turned and went.

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There is a bamboo forest on the left side of the red sleeve move, and in the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a small attic, the small attic is not big, hidden in the bamboo forest, which looks elegant and quiet.

The decoration of the attic is not luxurious, but it is extremely clean and tidy, a row of red bookshelves, except for a few pots of flowers and plants that the daughter's family likes, most of the bookshelves are occupied by ancient books, and a long scroll hangs on the right side of the bookshelf.

On the long axis, a man in white is drawn, who is concentrating on picking up a paintbrush and facing a woman who is dressing, the woman is in her twenties, and her appearance is extremely beautiful, except for the corner of the eyebrows on the left, half of the eyebrows are missing, revealing a piece of snow white.

The man in white in the painting, with the brush in his hand in front of the woman's eyebrows, looks like he is giving the woman a thrush.

The brushwork in the painting is not smooth, and it can even be said to be a little messy, but the man in white is holding a paintbrush in his hand, and his expression towards the corner of the woman's eyebrows is extremely expressive, and only here makes this painting not look so ugly.

In front of the windowsill of the attic, there were two women sitting upright, because there was no one else in the attic, there were fewer scruples, so the two did not wear the clothes that the women in the green building should wear.

The woman sitting upright, wearing a pale pink long skirt, with a plain white gauze on it, is also a standard show girl makeup, looking elegant and quiet, the woman standing behind her, also wearing a pale red skirt, the small waist is tied slender like a willow branch, so that the effect of convex and backward curl is immediate.

The woman behind her was standing next to the coffee table, holding the teapot in her hand, pouring the hot tea into the cup, and as the tea rolled in the cup, a faint fragrance diffused.

The woman who sat smelled the tea, her brows jumped slightly, she took a few sips gently, and said with a smile: "Yue'er's kung fu in making tea is getting better and better, who wants to marry you in the future, but there will be a blessing?"

Hearing this joking, the woman who made the tea blushed slightly, raised her eyes and glanced at the picture scroll opposite, and said with a smile: "Miss, I think you moved the spring heart, right?"

The woman sitting blushed with a pretty face, like a pomegranate in October, glared at the woman next to her, and said angrily: "Dead girl, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The woman who made the tea didn't mean to be afraid, giggled, and said: "Miss didn't move her heart, why did she keep staring at this "Zhang Chang Thrush Picture", according to me, Miss is looking for a man who is the same as the man in white in this picture, and will paint the eyebrows of Miss for a lifetime, right?"

The man in the picture is named Zhang Chang, and his wife was pushed to the ground when she was a child, and her forehead was bruised, and a small piece of her eyebrow was missing. Zhang Chang not only did not dislike his wife because of this, but carefully painted the thrush for his wife every day when his wife was putting on makeup. His political enemies wrote to the emperor, falsely accusing Zhang Chang of being "amorous and frivolous". Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty asked Zhang Chang about this, and Zhang Chang said: "In the boudoir, there are many things between husband and wife that exceed thrushes. When the emperor heard this, he thought he was right, and laughed at it. This story showing the love of husband and wife has always been passed down as a good story by the folk. Sitting on this woman, a few years ago after reading this story, so she painted it, but she is not one of those talents after all, the brushwork is inevitably rusty, but the few strokes of the thrush are quite expressive, and I have always been happy for her, so I often take it with me?