As soon as he entered Layue, Yunlu returned to Fengjing and brought back a young man of seventeen or eighteen from Jiangbei.

This young man's name is Fang Shan, he claims to be Wang Thirteen's cronies, as soon as he opens his mouth, the "Thirteenth Brother" is long, and the "Thirteenth Brother" is short, "The Thirteenth Brother sees that Yun Daxia is running errands to deliver letters, and he doesn't want to go, so he specially sent me over, we have a secret channel for sending letters, which is fast and safe." ”

What else can Wen Sheng say?

She asked Fang Shan to stay at the horse farm for one night.

It would be great to avoid Yunlu from running around, and let him do the rest.

Fang Shan brought Wang Thirteen's reply.

It was still the miserable broken words, but Wen Sheng found that this time there were obviously fewer typos, especially those pointed out by her last time.

With obvious traces of imitation.

For example, the word "Yuan Kai", Yuan has few strokes, and Kai has many strokes, according to Wang Shisan's habits, it should be that the Yuan character is small, the Kai character is large, and it is messy and messy.

All the Kai characters on the letter are one size smaller than Yuan, although they are still not good-looking, they are much stronger than the last time.

This is probably because she corrected those typos at the time and used a fly's head in small letters.

But looking at the content of the letter, it is not so comfortable.

may be because Wen Sheng's reply to avoid the important and light, but Wang Shisan immediately returned the color.

The content looks like a lot, like what spent a lot of money to owe a lot of people to dredge up the relationship, understand the situation of the detained musicians, these words Wen Sheng swept at a glance, didn't believe half a word, and the rest was all homely.

Li Jianzhang lost a lot of weight, he looked like a fairy wind, as if he could be blown away by the wind, Kong An's temper was too big to offend people, and as a result, he ate soybeans for several days, his stomach was swollen, and he kept farting......

Wen Sheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and felt a strong sense of guilt for Yun Lu, and asked Brother Yun to run away, but fortunately, the person who delivered the letter was replaced by Fang Shan.

In the evening, Wen Sheng washed the dust for Yunlu and Fang Shan, and at the dinner table, she couldn't hold back her curiosity, and put Fang Shan's words: "How long have you been with Wang Thirteen?" ”

Fang Shan was quite proud: "It's been seven years." ”

This is similar to Wen Sheng's guess, if he didn't trust him very much, he wouldn't have been sent to Beijing at this time, let alone any secret delivery channel.

"Wang Thirteen is heavy on martial arts and light literature, haven't you read any books?"

These words came out of the mouth of such a young and beautiful girl as Wen Sheng, revealing a sense of contempt, and Fang Shan stopped doing it: "Who said that, our eldest brother has so many brothers, except for the second brother and the seventh brother, the thirteenth brother knows a lot of words. ”

Well, Wen Sheng figured out a little bit from this, Wang Guangji's group of cronies, only Wang Er, Wang Qi and Wang 13 knew a few words, and the others could be called blind.

Fang Shan saw that Wen Sheng was a little unimpressed, and when he rolled his eyes, he guessed that it was about Wang Thirteen who wrote the letter and couldn't see people, and said: "Thirteen brothers, when they were young, the master in the good hall only let them know their own names in order to let them concentrate on practicing martial arts. It wasn't until after learning martial arts and doing things that he could read and write, but at that time, his brothers were running around all day long, and they were so busy that they didn't have time to learn. ”

Wen Sheng's hand that went to get the wine jug paused, concentrating on martial arts?

Wang Guangji's father and son raised them and taught them martial arts, but they didn't want to let these children have their own ideas, they couldn't read, they couldn't read, they could only follow the crowd, and they believed in all the qiē taught in the good hall and defended them with their lives.

"Brother Thirteen has a long scar on his back, once I asked him how he came, he said that he was disobedient when he was a child, and he called for a catch, and he didn't dare to do it again." Fang Shan peeked at Wen Sheng's expression and added.

Until the evening when he replied, Wen Sheng was still thinking about it.

Wang Shisan's impression on her has always been like a cunning fox, a swimming fish that does not leave her hands, the roughness and cunning of the people in the rivers and lakes, often make Wen Shengjue unable to use his strength.

Even the exchange of hostages, which was supposed to be beneficial to both parties, inexplicably stopped in the middle of the process.

Now, she knew what she had to do.

Wen Sheng did not mention the musician or Jiangbei at all in the letter, but imitated the "willow style" in his previous life and wrote a "Thousand Character Essay".

If Wang Thirteen has the heart to learn, and has these thousand words, it is almost enough to cope with ordinary letters.

After "Thousand Character Essays", Wen Sheng deliberately added another paragraph, to the effect that he was persuaded to practice words well no matter how busy he was.

After writing this long letter, it was already close to his son, Wen Sheng was very sleepy, and he was already about to seal the letter, but suddenly remembered that Wang Thirteen had no foundation, covered his hand and yawned, and added two gestures to hold the pen correctly in the last space.

When Fang Shan got such a thick letter, the expression on his face became more strange.

Wen Sheng didn't see him, sent him away, and turned around and threw himself into the cycle of borrowing, copying, and returning books.

It wasn't until Tan Yaohua invited guests on the tenth day of the lunar month that Wen Sheng suspended his studies, packed up before noon, prepared gifts, and drove to the National Teacher's Mansion.

Tan Yaohua invited not many people, there were more than a dozen, all of them were musicians who usually had a good relationship in the Xuanyin Pavilion.

The other seven members of the autumn team battle are among them.

Therefore, when he arrived at the National Teacher's Mansion and was led into Tan Yaohua's small courtyard by the servants, Wen Sheng saw Zhong Tianzheng, Zhuo Xuan and Xiang Jiarong, and the most rare thing was that even Yang Xuan, the Marquis of Xiaoyao, came.

In the past two months, she has often lived in Lejuntang, but she hasn't seen Zhong Tianzheng for a few days.

About because it was almost the New Year, he wore a crow-blue coat, his cloud-like black hair was neatly combed, and when he saw Wen Sheng coming in, his eyes lit up like stars, and the whole person looked radiant.

Tan Yaohua arranged a separate seat for Wen Sheng, next to Bian Qingchuan, and the other side was empty, and no one had yet arrived.

He explained with a smile: "Stay for a while, Ling Hui come over, you can talk." ”

Tan Yaohua has participated in the banquet Wensheng many times, in addition to drinking and playing the piano, there are also many programs at the banquet, all of which are elegant things such as pitching pots and guessing riddles, unlike Li Chengyun's group of powerful people who are not taboo in meat and vegetarians, and no one makes trouble drinking during the banquet, and it is very comfortable to be a guest in such an environment.

Wen Sheng thought that today's banquet would be like this, it's almost the New Year, and after the New Year, good friends always have to get together together.

It's just that most of the banquet has passed, and the guests are invited to an open place to throw pots, but Tan Yaohua suddenly stopped her, and Wen Sheng realized that the other party's guest invited seemed to be a drunkard's intention not to drink.

Tan Yaohua took Wen Sheng to the piano room last time, and after the maid served tea, she sent everyone out, looked at Wen Sheng, and stopped talking. R1152