"Hero?" Master Shenan asked curiously, "When did the prince become a hero?"

Bu An hurriedly said: "It's my boy who admits his mistake." ”

Su Su wanted to defend herself, but she was glared back by Bu An with a glance when she was full of words.

Song Manqiu had already changed into women's clothes at this time, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand and stepping on clogs, because the stone path was slippery and her steps were small.

The young Confucian walked ahead of her, following her dejectedly, as if he had just suffered a setback.

The two came to the water pavilion, and Song Manqiu bowed slightly and said, "Let the master and the son wait for a long time, ...... tonight."

She had just said the word "tonight", and before she could say the following, Bu An suddenly said loudly: "Slow!

Song Manqiu was stunned when she heard this, she didn't understand what was wrong with Bu Gongzi, that sword didn't look like a precious sword, and she was afraid that she would not be able to swallow it privately?

Not only did she not understand, but the Master of Difficulty, the keyboard warrior Confucian and Su Su were also confused by Bu'an.

Fortunately, Song Manqiu did bring his sword, put away the umbrella and stepped under the eaves, untied the long sword at his waist and handed it back to him.

Bu An took the long sword, walked to the red lacquered wooden pillar on the side of the corridor, drew the long sword in a rather chic posture, and wrote a row of words on the wooden pillar from top to bottom with the tip of the sword, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Don't read it!" Then he walked to the pillar on the other side, and carved the four pillars in turn before returning the sword into the sheath.

Four beaches of vermilion lacquer sawdust were left on the ground, and there was an additional seven-word quatrain with missing words on the wooden pillar:

"The light is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and strange. ”

"If you want to compare Xihu to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wipe the Yan makeup. ”

Song Manqiu watched him finish writing, and said softly: "There is a lot of water ...... missing"

Bu An laughed, pointed to the West Lake and said, "It's leaking into the West Lake water." ”

He said it funny, but Song Manqiu knew that this was not an intentional show, Bu Gongzi deliberately wrote this residual poem, which was to leave the opportunity to replenish the water to attract aura.

Master Shenan looked at Bu'an and then at Song Manqiu, shook his head and sighed: "Three steps into a poem, I can see it with my own eyes today." ”

Song Manqiu was glanced at by the master like this, and her face turned slightly red - Bu Gongzi saw her, so he suddenly wrote this poem, this sentence "Light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate", which is really intriguing.

Bu'an looked at the West Lake from afar and said with emotion: "The beauty of the world is just like this, what is the regret of being drunk to the shore of the West Lake." ”

Su Su blinked his eyes, and said in his heart What is wrong with Childe today, how can he seem to be a different person, could it be that after drinking a few glasses of wine, he is really drunk.

At this time, the young Confucian who was standing beside Song Manqiu suddenly sneered: "Xiangchu is rebelling against thieves, foreign soldiers are everywhere, and when the country is in danger, if you don't kill the enemy to serve the country, you still have the face to say that you are drunk and dreaming of death......

Song Manqiu frowned slightly when she heard this, and was just about to persuade her, but she only heard Bu An say angrily: "How do you kill the enemy and how do you serve the country?"

The young Confucian retorted with a swollen face: "I am in Hangzhou, and my ambitions are in all directions! I am no better than those sour scholars who are nostalgic for beautiful scenery and do not listen to the sufferings of the world. ”

Bu'an's face was extremely ugly, and he snorted coldly, snatched an umbrella from Song Manqiu's hand, and pulled Su Su out of the water pavilion, until he walked into the rain, he could not hold the umbrella open.

Song Manqiu looked at the step-boy who had already soaked half of his clothes, and stomped his feet and said, "Brother!"

"Where did I say it wrong, how is this man different from the sourdough in the front yard?"

"You...... Do you know who this person is?" Song Manqiu said.

"Of course I know. ”

During the dispute between the two, the monk shook his head with a smile: "The old monk is also leaving......" said and picked up an oil-paper umbrella from the ground.

Song Manqiu hurriedly said: "Master don't go, ...... tonight"

The old monk didn't hear it, opened his umbrella and walked out.

Song Manqiu really had no choice but to take her cousin, so she chased her out with an umbrella.

Master She's going to leave, she knows that she can't keep it, but Bu Gongzi was angry with her cousin, and Song Manqiu pondered that as long as she persuaded her with good words, or simply made amends for her brother, she could always stay.

But it backfired, she couldn't walk fast in clogs, and when she came to the gate of the Guogong Mansion, she couldn't see Bu Gongzi, and there was no figure of their master and servant on Heqiu Alley outside the door.

......

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In the evening, Song Guogong and Kong Haoyan, the lord of the domain, returned to the Guogong Mansion on Heqiu Lane, but heard that Master Shenan and Bu Gongzi had all left.

Song Manqiu explained that Bu Gongzi was angry with his cousin Song Shiji, and left a poem in the lakeside water pavilion before leaving. After speaking, she accompanied Song Gong and Kong Haoyan to the Water Pavilion.

On the way from the front yard to the back yard, Song Gong asked about the scene at that time, and Song Manqiu told him everything one by one.

When he came to the Water Pavilion, Kong Haoyan saw the poems on the wooden pillar and said with a smile: "Duke Song ordered him to write poems, and sure enough, he still wrote them." ”

Song Gong shook his head and smiled: "Brother Haoyan thinks this poem was written for me?"

Song Manqiu was behind the two, and when she heard her grandfather say this, her face couldn't help but turn red - light makeup and red are always appropriate, and sure enough, even my grandfather can see it.

Kong Haoyan said with emotion: "I have been an official for 40 years, and I am a person of my generation, and it is rare to see such a scheming person. ”

Song Manqiu was shocked when she heard it, she had never heard her uncle praise a junior like this, and she couldn't help but re-examine the four lines of poetry on the wooden pillar, but there was no new discovery when she turned it upside down.

Song Gongdao: "What does Brother Haoyan think of his three plans?"

"On the way, I thought about it and felt that the first plan was really feasible; the third plan I looked at Li Yue's demeanor and seemed to appreciate the three things that won the hearts of the people. Kong Hao said.

Song Gong was silent for a long time before he said: "You avoid the second plan and don't talk about it, but you also think that the second plan is not simple." ”

Kong Haoyan sighed: "You and I asked him, and he even came up with questions to test you and me." ”

Song Gong sighed: "It's not just a temptation, it's just a slap in the face." ”

When Song Manqiu heard this, he was already confused, and asked softly, "Grandfather, will I invite him to the inn again......"

Kong Haoyan turned around and smiled: "Manqiu thinks, is that step boy still in the inn right now?"

Song Manqiu looked puzzled.

Song Gong shook his head and said, "You are smarter than your cousin, but you are far from that kid's opponent." He wrote this poem today on purpose to lead your cousin into a dispute, so that he could walk away. ”

Song Manqiu was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she thought back to the scene at the moment, only to find that her grandfather was right! Bu Gongzi didn't tell her a few times about the banquet in the house tonight, and after writing four lines of poetry, he deliberately said something "drunk and dreaming of death", didn't he just hit the fate of his cousin Song Shijin!

"But why is he bent on leaving?" Song Manqiu still didn't understand.

Song Guogong sighed: "Today, I and your Uncle Confucius showed our cowardice in front of the angels. Good birds choose trees to perch, and people don't look down on the branch of Qufu Academy that has been bent. ”