"I'm not a mother-in-law, a sad and sentimental person, and I don't have the heart of a bodhisattva to benefit all sentient beings. It's just that there are some things that have to be done. Actually, I think you should be very accustomed to this kind of thing, after all, the Northern Expedition is not a responsibility in the first place, but you want to do it, you have to do it, and that's it. So, I hope you can be considerate. ”

Xie Xiaoman looked directly into Huan Wen's eyes, and his voice was very calm.

"You're begging me?" Huan Wen raised his eyebrows, smiling rather than smiling, "Is this your attitude of begging for help?" ”

"Of course not." Xie Xiaoman laughed, and he was a little chic, "When have you seen me Xie Xiaoman begging for someone?" ”

Huan Wen laughed when he heard this, this time, it was his turn to sit down lazily and look at Xie Xiaoman playfully: "Then tell me, why did I inexplicably give you the dry shares of Lanyue Tower?" Do I owe you anything? ”

Even if Huan Wen was sitting, his power was still undiminished. Although he raised his head to look at Xie Xiaoman, Xie Xiaoman could still feel the majesty emanating from him.

"I heard that the general walked into the mourning hall of his father's enemy at the age of sixteen and beheaded the other party's three sons. Huan Wen, the general of the expedition to the west, this name is indeed not a simple name. Xie Xiaoman smiled slightly.

"Sycophants? What's the difference between this and asking for someone? Huan Wen sneered.

"It's just a word of admiration, you like to listen to it as a sycophant, that's your right." Xie Xiaoman said with his hand, "Actually, I have thought a lot about Lanyue Tower, and I have guessed many times which powerful person in Beijing will be the owner behind the scenes." But after thinking about it, I didn't guess it would be you. You're the owner. It seems that I rarely go to Lanyue Tower, and it is indeed well hidden. Is it to give face to Princess Nankang? ”

Huan Wen didn't speak, but his eyes revealed four words - what do they have to do with you?

"It's really not about me. It's just fun. Xie Xiaoman spread his hands, "You don't have to blame Sister An Zi, I grinded her all night, you know, there are really not many people in this world who have a way to take me." ”

Huan Wen heard the slightly ambiguous sentences in his words, and couldn't help but squint his eyes, remembering An Zi's rather charming figure.

"Hey. Your breathing is heavier and your pupils are dilated, and while these are basic physiological reactions, I can warn you. You have a wife and a concubine at home, and then rush outside to mess with flowers and grass, be careful that I castrate you. Xie Xiaoman smiled and said the end. There was a hint of ruthlessness in his tone.

Huan Wen smiled. Laughing playfully, "Oh? Do you still know how to castrate men? ”

"I know a lot." Xie Xiaoman bent down and looked at him with a smile, "Don't treat me as an ordinary person, because I can't help but know a lot, and I can do and dare to do a lot of things." You'd better not mess with me. ”

"You broke into my room in the middle of the night, threatened me, intimidated me, and wanted a share of my business? Xie Xiaoman, you are a person. Sure enough, it's arrogant. Huan Wen squinted slightly.

Xie Xiaoman smiled: "I'm not arrogant, I just have something in my hand." I put things out. Let's see if it's worth half of your dry shares in Lanyuelou. I don't want it long, thirty or fifty years is enough. ”

After that, Xie Xiaoman found a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, turned around and sat down, and didn't say much, just sharpened the ink and wrote poems without adding points.

Huan Wen frowned, not knowing what trick she was playing, after all, she couldn't help but stand up, and looked curiously, only to see that one text after another was written by her one after another, and she never stopped.

After all, Huan Wen is also from the scholar family, and he is the owner of Lanyue Tower, and he naturally knows the news of Miss Shilan's great scenery in the rest of the month.

At this time, he lowered his head and took his hands, looking at what Xie Xiaoman wrote, and couldn't help but move his eyes.

Xie Xiaoman has something in his heart, he doesn't hide it privately at this time, he writes which one he thinks of, and there are not too many rules.

From "Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off" to "ancient sages are lonely", from "hill overlapping golden light extinguished" to "frost leaves red in February flowers", one after another fluttering pen, chic paper exchange, one breath.

It wasn't until the ink had been used up and the pen showed a few flying white lines with no special intentions, that he stopped for a moment and turned his hand to grind the ink.

"I'll come." Huan Wen's deep voice sounded, and at this time it was a little more solemn and serious.

Xie Xiaoman raised his head, looked at the faces that were close but did not have those banter and scrutiny, nodded, and said "Thank you".

The red sleeves add fragrance to read at night, and now what is in front of him is the general grinding ink and copying poems at night.

The oil flower popped out with a sound, which made Xie Xiaoman, who was slightly distracted, stunned for a moment, came back to his senses, and rubbed his right hand again, which was already faintly painful.

Stained with ink, Xie Xiaoman did not delay and continued to write down one by one.

It's just that when I put it down, somehow, I thought of the song "Liuzhou Song Head" by He Zhu, so I wrote:

Young chivalrous, befriending Wuduxiong. Liver and gallbladder holes, hair shrugging. In the conversation, life and death are the same, and a promise is heavy!

When I wrote this, I felt that it was really not the right number of roads in Lanyue Tower, so I had to laugh at myself, shook my head, and wanted to throw away this paper.

The hand holding the paper was raised halfway, but Huan Wen stretched out his hand to block it, only to see his eyes as deep as the night, and asked, "Why didn't you write it?" ”

Xie Xiaoman could feel the roughness and heat of Huan Wen's palm, his heart beat slightly, but his face was not obvious, he shook his head and smiled: "It's wrong at first glance, "Will Enter the Wine" can still let Lanyuelou sell more wine, what is the main thing to sell?" Human life? ”

"I like it, write it down." Huan Wen's voice was extremely majestic, and it didn't give anyone any room for bargaining.

With a slight force in his hand, he pressed Xie Xiaoman's hand holding the paper back onto the bookcase.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the "Song Head of Liuzhou" on the paper, thought of the bleakness of the second half of the que, and thought of Huan Wen's fate in history, and shook his head: "The back is unlucky." ”

Huan Wen stopped talking, took the pen in Xie Xiaoman's hand, dipped it in ink, and stuffed it back into her hand. Although there are no words, the meaning is self-explanatory.

Xie Xiaoman lowered his eyes, his heart was slightly confused, and he continued to write after all:

Push and be brave, bold and longitudinal, light cover and embrace, Lianfei Gong, Doucheng East.

Booming drinking, spring floating cold urn. Suck the sea and weep.

Idle eagle and dog, white feather picking eagle bow, cunning Russian space, happy in a hurry.

Like a yellow sorghum dream, quit Danfeng; The bright moon is altogether, and the lonely tent is ......

Huan Wen looked at the words written one after another, and every time he read a sentence, his heart was agitated, and he always felt that this rash and heroic was clearly his past. Those days of flying eagles and lackeys and calling friends are vividly vivid.

It's just that when he arrived at this sentence "like a yellow dream", Huan Wen suddenly realized something, and at the same time, he also felt a little uneasy, as Xie Xiaoman said, there was an ominous meaning.

Xie Xiaoman's writing slowed down, and he finally stopped writing.

"Write it down." Huan Wen's voice was low and powerful, "You yourself said that people have joys and sorrows, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

Xie Xiaoman was silent for a moment, she didn't know why she had to stop, she wanted to stop everything here for some reason, happy and hurried, although it was simple, it was already the best destination, wasn't it?

Why do you have to go down?

Huan Wen Huan Wen, after all, you are a generation of heroes, if you are just like you were a teenager, forever absorbing the sea and running into the wind, isn't it? Isn't it good to be an ordinary person?

Why do you have to set your eyes on the vast land in the north, why do you have to embark on a road of no return, why do you have to say the words that even if the husband is not famous for a hundred years, he will be stinking for ten thousand years.

Others say that sentence is the villain's long-term relatives and shamelessness, but to my ears, it is a gentleman's frank and tragic integrity.

Huan Wen Huan Wen, why do you have to continue.

Huan Wen no longer spoke to persuade her, but standing behind her, it was like a mountain, and the momentum alone was enough to make people breathless.

Xie Xiaoman looked at the pen and ink in his hand, his heart was in turmoil, but he finally calmed down and continued to write:

The official is redundant, the arms are handsome, the dust cage, and the thin books.

The bird is like a cloud, for rough use, and it is a miracle.

Agitation, Yuyang lane, thinking of sorrow.

Don't ask for long tassels, tie the pride of the sky, and the sword roars the west wind.

Hate mountaineering and water, hand send seven-string tong, and see the return to Hong.

Xie Xiaoman finished writing, and Huan Wen was speechless for a long time.

She herself was immersed in the tragic and majestic aftertaste, and it took a while to remember something, and she hurriedly put the paper with this "Liuzhou Song Head" aside and rewrote other poems.

Xie Xiaoman shook his head, waved out the things that "broke the halberd and sank the sand and the iron has not been sold", and finally picked a song "I'm afraid Lang guessed, slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles" to drive away the endless emotions in his mind.

The ink in his hand continued, and the poems were like snow, but for some reason, Huan Wen no longer regained his frivolous appearance, but remained silent, standing behind him.

Xie Xiaoman didn't dare to look back, so he had to put all his energy into the poems in his head, one after another, and when he finished writing, the sky was already white.

The oil lamp burned out, a lonely smoke slowly emerged, and the last poem was written "The Desert Lonely Smoke Straight".

Speechless for a while, Xie Xiaoman put the pen into the pen wash, lowered his head, looked at his reddish right hand, and rubbed it for a while.

The sound of breathing behind her was soft, but she could feel it. Huan Wen had been standing behind him.

"People are all red sleeves to add fragrance, and you don't fill the oil when the oil lamps are out, and you don't do it at all." Xie Xiaoman stroked the broken hair next to his ear, chuckled and spoke, without looking back.

"How many dry shares do you want?" Huan Wen suddenly spoke, looking down at him.

"Is this a promise?" Xie Xiao's heart was full of joy, and when he turned his head, the tip of his nose almost hit Huan Wen's chest.

"Hmm."

This voice was so light that Xie Xiaoman almost thought that she had heard it wrong, but she still put forward her own conditions.

"I want fifty percent of the dry shares, at least fifty years, you can use these poems as you like, and all the intellectual property rights have been transferred to you. Of course," Xie Xiaoman snapped his fingers, and a small flame danced silently in her fingertips, reflecting her right cheek, "If you don't agree, I'll have to burn these things to the ground, and then find another place that can afford a high price." (To be continued......)