Wen Sheng followed the prestige, and at a glance, he saw a familiar figure appear in the attic opposite.

Wen Sheng is good at painting, and her observation and memory are very amazing, not to mention that the person opposite had viciously harassed her a year ago, and in order to get rid of this person's entanglement, she had to trek hundreds of miles on foot, and finally fell ill.

If it weren't for Qi Qin and Yun Lu, I don't know what would have happened.

With such an opponent, how could she forget about it?

On the attic a few zhang away, a fierce-looking big man strode up to the person who greeted him, stretched out his hand and grabbed the other party's arm affectionately, and said with a smile: "Mr. He is calling, how dare Feng not come?" ”

This person is Feng Songchuan.

Behind Feng Songchuan, a slender figure lowered his eyebrows, holding a yaoqin in his hand and following him. It seemed that if the wind in the attic had been a little stronger, it might have blown her away.

This woman who follows Feng Songchuan like a shadow is Meng Zhen who once painted with Wen Sheng on the banquet in Minghe County.

Wen Sheng couldn't help but pause at his feet, and quietly called Li Cao, so that his eyes told him to pay attention to the upstairs over there.

The banquet for Feng Songchuan was a middle-aged scribe, wearing a straight robe of blue silk and satin, with a jasper belt around his waist, and a sense of nobility all over his body, showing that he had an excellent family background.

Li Cao obviously recognized Feng Songchuan as well, his lips pursed slightly, and he didn't make a sound.

Soon Feng Songchuan entered the attic, and Wen Sheng and the others followed the waiter to the adjacent Yanxing Pavilion in the east, and they almost staggered by.

At this time, there was a sudden burst of loud laughter and cheers from the middle hall, which was mixed with the sound of "dong dong" drums.

Guyunfang is known as the land of elegance. It is rare that there is such a noisy time, Du Yuan Puqi asked: "Who is this banquet?" ”

The waiter smiled wryly: "It's Cheng Guogong." ”

Du Yuanpu nodded and did not speak. The face is clear.

Cheng Guogong Li Chengyun's mother is the eldest daughter of the first emperor, Princess Rongjia, very much loved by the first emperor, she treats several younger brothers equally, are very loving, although Emperor Jianzhao and she are not born to a mother, but she has been taken care of a lot since childhood, so after ascending the throne, she is also different from the brothers and sisters next to her.

Lee is the only son of Princess Rongjia. Since childhood, he has been a master who can enjoy, and now he is not confused, and he still plays in a different way every day.

The wine banquet in the Yanxing Pavilion is in full swing. The banquet for Fu Liangji was Zhongyong Bolian Yuhe.

The guards of the two Fu Lian families were guarding the door, looking bored.

Du Yuanpu came to the door every now and then, the Fu family knew him, and the guard saw him bring people over. Hurriedly got up and greeted. Tell the three of them to wait and go into the house to report it.

Fu Liangji and Lian Yuhe were already half drunk, and Zhong Yongbo was sitting barefoot on the mat at a young age, beating drums and singing, and Fu Liangji's two precious grandsons were drumming and harmonizing with each other.

Fu Liangji shook his head, hummed a small tune and was complacent, and heard that the next person reported that Du Yuanpu brought people over. He stood up and stumbled a little, and smiled, "Haha." Yuan Pu is here, call him in, Yuan Pu is good at drinking, Lao Lian, don't be crazy about drinking, I'll introduce you to someone who really understands wine. ”

Lian Yuhe turned a deaf ear, shook his head and finished singing the words in his mouth, Fang Jiang knocked on the gavel, pointed to Fu Yong Fu Ming and laughed: "You two can't do it, it's not in tune, and my old man sang it wrong several times." After laughing, he remembered Fu Liangji's words, and glared: "Who are you talking about, who is coming?" ”

At this time, Du Yuanpu had already come first, followed by Li Cao and Wen Sheng.

Because of Ji Nantang's relationship, Li and Du have great respect for Fu Liangji, and they also respect the loyal and brave uncle who is good friends with him, and they have to pay a big salute when they enter the door.

Fu Liangji stretched out his hand to stop: "Hurry up, you two are here, you two are here, you came out today to have fun, it's boring to be too serious." As he spoke, he looked at Wen Sheng behind him and asked, "......Who is this?"

Du Yuanpu reported to him Wensheng's name and origin, focusing on mentioning that Ti Wensheng deceived Chen Mu with a painting in Lishui and found out Dongyi's conspiracy.

As soon as he said Fu Liangji, he knew that Gu Wensheng in front of him was the girl who wrote poems and scolded Feng Songchuan that day.

"Don't stand, find your own place to sit." Fu Liangji also woke up at this time, knowing that Li Du and the others would not come here with a girl's house to find him if they were not in a hurry, twisting his beard with his hand, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wen Sheng still holding a paper scroll in his hand, and asked with a pleasant face: "What are you painting again?" ”

"Please take a look, sir." Wen Sheng opened the painting and put it on the table, and before he could speak, Uncle Zhong Yong on the side said "Huh", stretched his neck to look at it, and praised: "Good painting." It's really well drawn, it's ...... This man is somewhat familiar. ”

Wen Sheng took two steps back and moved out of the way, Fu Liangji's eyes were not very good, he was very close, stared at the painting for a while, and frowned: "This painting is not much ink, the action is expressive, and the demeanor is like life, it can be regarded as a superior work, the only pity is that there are a few places where the pen is a little too hasty, and the person who paints seems to be in a hurry, and his heart is not quiet." ”

He only commented on the paintings, but did not mention the people in them.

Wen Sheng was secretly anxious, she didn't touch this Fu Liangji's temper, so she didn't want to speak rashly, so she had to set her eyes on Du Yuanpu, who came up with an idea.

Du Yuanpu smiled, went to take the wine cup of the two people on the seat, patted the mud seal of the jar of wine he brought, poured the wine full, first took a cup and handed it to Fu Liangji with both hands: "Two adults, taste the jar of wine I brought." ”

As soon as he diverted the conversation, Wen Sheng understood that Du Yuanpu meant that this was not a good time to talk about this matter, so he told her to wait, and after a while, the wine was high, and the atmosphere was warm.

It's just that the three of them can wait, Fu Liangji can wait, and even Yuhe sits down to drink, but there are others in this room who can't wait.

Fu Yong jumped over, "wow", pointed to the painting and shouted, "Isn't this painting the precious golden grandson of Old Master Tan?" ”

And they all looked at him.

After so many glances, Fu Yong felt quite uncomfortable, scratched his head, and said, "What I said is not right?" I've seen that Tan Yaohua once, and this looks like it. Second brother, come and see, it's just like you're going to walk down from a painting. ”

Du Yuanpu smiled slightly, and then his words: "That's right, it's him." Miss Gu was in a hurry to find him, but she didn't know where to find him. ”

Fu Yong laughed, and glanced at Wen Sheng quickly, looking like he wanted to watch a good show.

The kid was obviously thinking of somewhere else.

Fu Ming also came over to look at the painting next to his brother, and said, "Tan Yaohua is not in Beijing at this time, I heard from the Tan family two days ago that he is afraid that he will not be able to come back until the beginning of next month." ”

At the beginning of next month, I came back specifically to watch the selection of Xuanyin Pavilion's apprentices.

It's only late November, and there are still more than ten days left.

Wen Sheng frowned involuntarily, doing nothing and waiting has never been her way of doing things, it seems that she can't pin all her hopes on Tan Yaohua, and she needs to find a way to start from elsewhere.

At this moment, the guards left outside by Uncle Zhongyong's family reported at the door, saying that Lord Feng Songchuan Feng had come to Guyunfang for a banquet, and I heard that the two elders were also there, so they brought their concubines to pay a visit.

Everyone was stunned when they heard Feng Songchuan's name, and then looked at Wen Sheng.

Only then did Wen Sheng know that it turned out that the two compartments were separated by a few zhang away, upstairs and downstairs, and Feng Songchuan still found himself.

This is clearly a killing to ask for the guilt.

Wen Sheng sneered slightly, not to provoke that guy, it was because she was in a hurry to save the master and Qi Qin, and she didn't want to make more trouble at this juncture, it didn't mean that she was afraid of him, and she needed to go around when she met.

She didn't want Feng Songchuan to know that she was looking for Yao Hua, so she reached out and picked up the painting from the table, rolled it into a paper roll and put it away, at this time, Feng Songchuan had arrived at the door without waiting for a greeting.

"Haha, Lian Shibo, Master Fu!"

His tall body stepped in.

Feng Songchuan had guarded Tan Lao Guoshi in his early years, and he was valued by Emperor Jianzhao, and the ministers of civil and military affairs knew that this person had a bad temper, and he would repay him, if it was not necessary, no one wanted to provoke him, even Zhongyong Bo Lian Yuhe was already drunk at this time, and when he saw him come in, he still got up very politely and said hello.

Fu Liangji smiled: "Songchuan is here." In an instant, it seemed to have become a kind old man, and he saw the younger generation he liked.

Feng Songchuan arched his hand, sat down with the golden knife of Malaysia, and the two young men of the Fu family came to salute.

Feng Songchuan's rank is far higher than that of Li Cao and Du Yuanpu, both of whom are smart people, although they are dissatisfied with Feng Songchuan in their hearts, they are unwilling to tell the truth, and they also make a bow to Shangguan.

Feng Songchuan waved his hand at Li Du and the others in a nonsensical manner, turned his head and spoke politely to Fu Yong and Fu Ming, telling them not to be polite.

Wen Sheng looked at the door, although Meng Hao followed, but did not enter the door, the rules and regulations stood outside, and the piano did not brought.

During this year, it seems that she had a hard time with Feng Songchuan, she was thin into a handful of bones, and the color of the clothes on her body was plain and light, and she looked even more haggard.

As if feeling Wen Sheng's gaze, Meng Hao immediately looked up, her eyes touched Wen Sheng, and a trace of hatred flashed on her face.

Wen Sheng was a little stunned, but she didn't have time to pay attention to a concubine's resentment against her at this time, probably because she followed Feng Songchuan, so she empathized with her sarcasm about him in public.

Feng Songchuan didn't see her salute for a long time, but stared at Meng Hao, which reminded him of the scene of Minghe that day, and he couldn't help but take the lead: "Hey, who should I be, isn't this the Gu girl who wants to enter the Xuanyin Pavilion, but refuses to even help Mr. Shouyang?" ”

Wen Sheng turned his head and arched his hand towards Feng Songchuan: "Lord Feng, Minghe is goodbye, I haven't seen you for nearly a year, I don't know if it's always good?" ”

Just this one sentence almost turned Feng Songchuan upside down, has it always been good? Grandma's, what a fart.

As the little slut's poem "Frequently singing and dancing at banquets is drunk, asking prostitutes can be fussed by the qin" became more and more widespread, many colleagues saw him with strange eyes, and he brought back Meng Hao also became a laughing stock, and even when he saw Meng Hao, he remembered what happened that day, and he couldn't be interested in her.

This time, Gu Wensheng, a little slut, entered Beijing, and she didn't need him to find it, she sent it to the door by herself, if she couldn't clean her up, he would write the phoenix character upside down. (To be continued......)