In late spring in May, it is a good time in the south of the Yangtze River.

Since the early morning, Lin'an Mansion, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, has been shrouded in smoke and rain, and the spring rain has been raining for almost the whole day. It's late afternoon, and the rain shows no sign of stopping. The spring rain lingered, although it was as thin as a needle-tip cow's hair, but it was dense and dense, and the entire Lin'an Mansion was shrouded in a wet net.

Located in the northeast corner of the city, the Sanyuan Fang in the Genshan Gate is a folk square where ordinary people gather in Lin'an City. At this moment, the narrow streets and alleys are already muddy. On the ground of the street that has fallen into disrepair, the bluestone slab floor is twisted and crooked, and there are annoying mechanisms hidden.

In the Xinghua Hutong on the south side of Sanyuanfang, two figures wearing robes and hats are walking on the muddy ground one after the other. The man in front stepped on a bluestone slab, and with a 'poof' sound, a stream of muddy water splattered out, staining the hem of his new blue satin robe.

"Oops, it's really unlucky, it's the third time, phew, it stinks. Can this hellish place also live in? Miss Qin, be careful, these bluestone slabs are not stable, don't get muddy water. The man in front bent down to quickly wipe the stains from the hem of his shirt as he turned his head to remind the man in the back.

"I'll be careful. Steward Li, teach you a way, don't walk on the bluestone road, only walk on the muddy ground, although it will stain your boots, you won't stain your clothes, let alone your face. ”

The man who followed behind was obviously a woman, and her voice was sweet and beautiful. Her head and face were hidden in the hat, and she couldn't see her face clearly; But listening to this pleasant voice makes people's hearts feel very comfortable.

"Miss Qin has summed up her experience. Miss Qin, the villain really can't understand, why do you have to come to visit that Fang Zi'an in person? An ordinary academy student, can you give him such a face? Even if he is punished for that incident, you don't have to apologize to him in person. If the villain or someone else comes to him, it's just a matter of giving him a few dozen taels of silver to compensate. The girl's golden body, why brazen to come to such a ghost place in the rain? What's more, he's of little use to us. The steward Li in front of him whispered with a hint of complaint in his tone.

"He was punished for me, and I was not happy to do so. Moreover...... That Fang Zi'an may not be an ordinary person. Miss Qin said in a deep voice: "You have checked him, you should know about him, don't you think he is different from ordinary people?" ”

"Unusual from the ordinary? Where does this begin? There are so many people like him, why did Miss Qin say that? Steward Li asked puzzled.

The woman surnamed Qin said softly: "Have you ever seen someone who has never read a book suddenly be able to pass the exam of Qixia Academy and enter the academy to study?" That Fang Zi'an was a market boy in the market three years ago, his parents died and he never entered a private school, and he didn't know a single big word, but he suddenly ran to the academy and was admitted. Isn't this a strange thing? ”

"This ...... It's a bit weird, too. However, the college is not difficult to pass the exam, and if he is gifted and intelligent, he devotes himself to studying for a few months, and adds some luck, he may not be unable to succeed. Besides, maybe he's gone. Steward Li smacked his lips.

Miss Qin shook the clothes on her body and said in a low voice: "It's really not a good thing to be admitted to the academy, and maybe she has gone the way." But when this person enters the academy, he can worship Zhou Jun as a disciple, so can he also go away? Who is Zhou Junzheng? Although his reputation is not good, everyone knows that he has first-class poetry and writings, and he is admired by everyone in the world. If this person hadn't been a little more tempered and offended people in the officialdom, I am afraid that he would have already been out of the picture. This man has a good temperament, and he never accepts protégés, and many people who want to worship him have been rejected. That Fang Zi'an entered the academy and became his only famous disciple, isn't this ability? Didn't you say that he took Zhou Junzheng's way? But didn't you also check his details? Before he was admitted to the academy, he had nothing to do with Zhou Junzheng, his parents died, his family was poor, where did he find other ways? ”

Steward Li nodded slowly, and suddenly said: "This is a fact, so this Fang Zi'an does have some doorways?" Was he appreciated by Zhou Junzheng with his real talent? ”

Miss Qin said softly: "Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Guanlan Bridgehead. The poem "Mid-Autumn Moon" that Fang Zi'an sold us is sophisticated and open-minded, although it cannot be regarded as a peerless good word, but this is not something that a young man in the market can write. There is some confusion about this man, which is by no means explained by the simple experience of his that we have found. Xiqing always felt that this person was very strange, very strange. But if you really want to ask me why I think I should come here, I can't tell. I just thought I should visit him, maybe it was an indescribable intuition. I really want to lift the fog on this Fang Zi'an. This person should not be a thing in the pool. ”

Steward Li shut up, when a woman boils all the reasons to intuition, you don't need to talk anymore. Because, a woman's intuition is the most wonderful thing in this world, and there is no reason to talk about it. What's more, it's the intuition of the woman in front of her.

"Does the girl think that this person can be used by the prince? Maybe something will be done in the future, so woo him in advance? Steward Li lowered his voice and said.

"Shut up!" Miss Qin's voice suddenly became cold. She suddenly stopped, looking back and forth. The alley was empty in front of and behind it, except for a cobweb-like drizzle falling from the eaves walls on either side of the alley, enveloping the heavens and the earth. There was no sound around, no one but the two of them.

"You are getting more and more confused, in such a place, you also mention the name of the prince and confidential matters. Also, is this the kind of thing you should ask? Miss Qin scolded in a low voice.

"The villain should be damned, the villain should be damned." Steward Li consciously lost his words and hurriedly apologized.

"I'll punish you again when I go back, and I'm not going to lead the way quickly. Is Fang Zi'an's house almost here? ”

"Yes, yes, right ahead, at the end of the alley, there." Steward Li said busily.

……

At the end of the alley, there is a small mansion. Half of the dilapidated gatehouse had collapsed, and the black tiles of the gatehouse were covered with green moss, and the walls of the small courtyard were covered with all kinds of green vines. But obviously, this is not deliberately planted, but fended for itself and grows wildly. This small mansion is obviously quite old.

A man and a woman stopped at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the dilapidated mansion in the drizzle, feeling as if it would be washed away and collapsed by the rain at any time. Such dilapidated mansions are rare in Lin'an Mansion, and the embarrassment of the lives of the people living in them can be seen, but if there are some financial resources, they must also be repaired.

Steward Li took off his hat and stepped forward to step up the stone steps in front of the door to call the door, when suddenly both of them heard a strange singing sound from the courtyard.

"The pond was full of water, and the rain stopped.

The mud on the edge of the field is full of loaches.

Every day I wait for you, waiting for you to catch loaches.

Big brother, let's catch loaches.

Maverick's brother took him to catch loaches.

Big brother, let's catch loaches. ”

Both of them were hunched in the doorway, with strange expressions on their faces. The Qin girl couldn't hold back her laughter for a while.

"This Fang Zi'an is really a heartless person, and he is still singing at home at this time. Anyway, this song is too weird, catch loaches? What's there to sing about? Steward Li rolled his eyes and said.

"Call the door." Miss Qin said.

Steward Li agreed, stretched out his hand and slapped a few times on the rusty door knocker, and shouted loudly: "Dare to ask if this is the home of Fang Zi An Fang's son?" Can Fang Gongzi be at home? ”

The strange singing in the courtyard stopped, and the footsteps of tapping and trampling in the muddy water came to the courtyard gate, and there was a bang, and the courtyard gate opened, and a young man appeared at the door, his face full of surprise.

The man was covered in mud and water, with his trousers hunched up, and his feet were barefoot, and his feet were covered with mud. He was wearing a long gown, but the hem of the gown was pulled up and tucked up at the waist, and it was wrinkled and wet and very ugly. The sleeves of his arms were also pulled, and he held a clay wooden lift in his hand. The bun on his head was wet, and there were a lot of mud spots on his face. Although this person looks good and has a good figure, the image in front of him is really not flattering.

"Who are you looking for?" The young man asked in surprise.

Steward Li looked the young man up and down, and said with a smile: "Why does Young Master Fang look like this?" Aren't you catching loaches in the yard? ”

The young man frowned and said, "You know me?" But I don't know you. Who are you? ”

Steward Li said: "Of course I know you, are you Fang Zi'an?" Fang Gongzi is a noble man who forgets things. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, Guanlan Qiaotou, you sold the words to me, and I gave you silver, do you remember? ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then a smile broke out on his face, revealing a mouthful of snow-white and neat teeth.

"Oh, you're ...... You are the Li ...... of Wanchun Garden Lee: What's coming from? ”

"Li Quanzhong!" Steward Li rolled his eyes and said.

"Yes, yes, Li Quanzhong, Li is in charge. Hahaha, I remembered. Why did you come to my house? Coming to me? The young man pointed to Li Quanzhong's face and laughed.

Li Quanzhong was a little angry, this guy didn't remember his name, and his demeanor was vulgar and rude, pointing at his face and smiling, this was rude. If you really don't change the habits of the teenagers in the market, it's rude. Miss Qin actually said that this guy is not a thing in the pool, and he really exalted this guy.

"Fang Zi'an, this is Miss Qin from Wanchun Garden, we have made a special trip to visit you." Li Quanzhong turned sideways and arched his hand to the woman at the bottom of the steps, biting the words 'Miss Qin' very hard in his mouth.

"Wanchun Garden? Miss Qin? The young man was surprised.

"Gongzi Fang, slave Qin Xiqing, Gongzi Fang is polite."

The woman at the bottom of the stairs reached out and removed the hat from her head, revealing her pretty face that could be blown and broken. The face has apricot eyes, pink cheeks, and cherry lips and a straight nose, but it is a beautiful and fairy-like face. The moment she removed her hat, it was like a light that illuminated the drizzle of darkness around her. It was as if the sky had suddenly cleared.

"Qin ...... Xiqing? ...... of Wanchun Garden Qin Xiqing? The young man muttered in a daze.

"Which other Qin Xiqing can there be?" Li Quanzhong frowned and said.