Chapter Eighty-Six: The Noble Son of the Turbid World

"Anu, do you say that the scenery in the southeast is better or the capital is beautiful." Kazuki asked.

"It's all the same in Anu's eyes." The man, who was called Anu, replied with a blank face.

I saw that the boy closed the fan in his hand, sighed deeply, shook his head, and said, "You are a wooden stake, and this son does not expect to hear any beautiful words from your mouth." After that, the boy walked forward quickly, and his stomach enjoyed the southeast scenery.

The West Lake in late spring still has a unique flavor, the willows swaying through the water waves, a quiet, plus a young son. The boy is only five feet tall, and his clothes are not luxurious, but if you look closely, you will find that even his shoes are limited goods made by the best stores in Beijing, he gently shakes the folding fan, like the wind, and is dressed in white, just looking at the back, he is no longer like a mortal, and suddenly a large number of young ladies who are traveling are attracted by him.

Looking at his young master's still 'sassy bag', Anu, as a scholar of the entourage, was also under a lot of pressure: "Childe, you have passed again." ”

"Oh, yes." The boy turned around: "I don't think so." ”

The boy finally turned around, that look, like that, the spring heart of the boudoir ladies was completely moved, and the closer ones looked closer, and the close ones were already stunned, with a nymphomaniac look, as if they were stunned by the devil, and they also showed a smirk, I am afraid that they are already thinking about this marriage with this son.

Anu glanced at the group of girls, saying that he had expected this scene to come: "Childe, you have harmed another group of girls." "Anu is actually still puzzled, since his family went out of the capital and entered the southeast, it has changed the norm, not to mention the stop-and-go, and also provokes the lovesickness of other girls everywhere, this is not another group, and it is hooked.

Seeing that Gongzi smiled at the girls, he turned his face and knocked Anu on the head with a fan: "When your sister sees other girls, do you want my son to go to harm?" ”

Anu is injured, okay, he shouldn't talk to his son with an elm head, and it's hard for him, and he still doesn't understand his weakness after following his son for three years: "Anu doesn't talk to his son anymore." ”

"Anu. If you knew this was the case, why bother? The boy smiled again.

When the girls saw that the boy was gone again, they hurried back to inquire, I don't know when such a noble son of the turbid world came to Hangzhou, and they just hoped to have a chance encounter with him and write a good relationship together.

The boy didn't know at all that the mind of this Hangzhou girl was still dangling by the West Lake. Everyone only knew that he was enjoying the scenery, but they didn't know that he was nostalgic.

In the past, he was still a child, and his two brothers had come to the West Lake, which was almost the same as the current West Lake, but it was a pity that 'the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze', six or seven years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I don't know if his two brothers still miss him, nor whether his friends who can't recognize each other are living as well as he thinks. But none of this mattered, he could inquire for himself, because he had returned, and he had finally returned after five years away from the southeast.

That's right, this personable noble son is Chunge, thirteen-year-old Chunge, Chunge who left the capital and returned to the southeast. In the past five years, Chunge has learned all the things that other people may not understand in their lifetimes, so he can come back. He said goodbye to the capital, the place that gave him wisdom, no one ever knew that there was a child named Chunge in the capital who had studied hard, because he never knew that the Buddhas in the capital knew that he was working hard. But when he reached the southeast realm, the situation was different, and he had to let people know that his flight was in the southeast, which was also a way for him to hide his relationship with the man in the capital.

"This boy doesn't look like a native of Hangzhou." Xu is God knew that Chun Ge was thinking too much at this time, so he immediately sent someone to disturb him.

Chun Ge turned his attention to the person who interrupted his fond memories, and wanted to say something unusual, but who knew that the words would become: "It seems that the southeast is really a place to raise people." ”

The person who spoke to Chun Ge was also a man, with a green shirt and white face, tied hair and a crown, no more than six feet long, and about twenty years old, but he was more sunny than Chun Ge. Such a person can't help but be fascinated by Chunge's eyes, and it is also for Chunge, a southerner who has been accustomed to seeing northerners for a long time, it is simply a fantasy to find a person who is similar to himself, after all, among northerners, he looks like Lin Xun, Youjun, this kind of beautiful man is really rare.

"What do you mean?" After listening to Chunge's praise, this benevolent brother felt that it was in the clouds.

"It's not interesting, may I ask what the brother is doing?" Chunge thought that this man was not as good as his own in other external conditions except that he was older than himself, so after boasting, it was over.

The man obviously felt Chunge's strangeness, maybe it was informal, and when he saw Chunge exposed, he also revealed: "I saw that Brother Tai was young and had an extraordinary bearing, not like the people of this city, so I took the liberty to disturb and wanted to make friends with my son." ”

"Brother Tai is hospitable, so the son is not welcome." There is a guy who is willing to take him, a person who has returned to his hometown, for a walk, why not Chunge.

"Then Brother Tai, please, in the night of Murong Xia, I don't know Brother Tai?" That Murong Ye saw that Chunge was willing to play with him, and immediately reported his name.

"Murong Ye, Mr. Chaoyang, I have admired the name for a long time, and I am singing in Xiaguan Chunge." Chun Ge never thought that this benevolent brother turned out to be a famous genius in the southeast, Murong Ye.

Speaking of Murong Ye, there can only be a big name to describe, this is the biggest talent in the southeast after Guan Peng (of course, the southeast people don't know that there is Chunge, otherwise it will not be so easy for this Murong Ye to occupy the name of the first talent in the southeast), he has been different since he was a child, what three-year-old literacy, seven-year-old poetry These indiscriminate calls on him are outdated, people's genius is to help the people of Hangzhou solve problems, solve what century-old chess game, worship famous teachers and the like, Anyway, his reputation as the number one talent is iron-clad.

"I don't dare to take it, I think it's a crazy name that has spread to other places, it's really funny." This Murong Ye was kind and modest to Chun Ge's long-admired name.

"That's a crazy name, Mr. Chaoyang's talent is known to the world, and Chun Ge is very admirable." In fact, Murong Ye was right, Chun Ge knew that this person was really not because of his knowledge, and Chun Ge didn't know how could he know how talented this person was, but he chatted with Youjun again, and learned that there was a prodigy in the southeast who actually threw his face at the examiner in the autumn and was expelled from the field, and this person happened to be Murong Ye. Only then did I know that there was such a madman.

Anu on Chunge's side worked hard to act as a wooden man, but the wooden man couldn't prevent him from muttering Chunge in his heart, "Childe, when will you look down on other people's talents, you will pretend." How could his son-in-law Guan Chunge look up to a person for a long time, but the sincerity on that face really didn't look like a fake, otherwise how could Anu throw himself to the ground with Chunge's superficial kung fu admiration.

"See a smile and laugh, brother Tai can call in the twilight." Chunge insisted on his opinion, Murong Ye was really embarrassed.

"Okay, then don't call me brother Tai, just call me Chunge." If someone gave a thin line, then Chun Ge had to change someone else's thick stick, so when Murong Ye was still polite, Chun Ge had already pretended to be very familiar with others.

"It's okay, but Chunge's surname is an official, I don't know if it's my official family in Hangzhou." Chunge's good attitude Murong Ye was very useful, so he didn't ask about others.

"It's a little bit more relevant to say it's related, but it's really okay to say it's okay." Chun Ge said a tongue twister yes and answered, and successfully brought Murong Dacai to the pit.

"Huh?"

ps I saw a new comment today, and Xiao Chen still has a little excitement in his heart, thank you so much.