Yihong Building, Xianyin Pavilion.

The heavy rain outside the building hit the plantain, and the slender hand in the pavilion stroked the suqin, and what was talked about and sung was the hope of Fu Xiaoguan in the south of the Yangtze River.

The song faded away, and the aftermath lingered.

"Wonderful! Girl's piano skills are the best in the world, and her voice is comparable to that of heaven, and when I heard it today, it was really extraordinary! ”

There were only two people in the attic except for Fan Duoer, and it was a young man in brocade clothes on the right who spoke.

He was wearing a brocade silk shirt, and his tiger eyes were like torches under a pair of thick eyebrows, as if he had a mountain momentum.

His name is Yu Hongyi, Yu is the surname of the country, and he is the eldest son of Yu Anfu, the prince of the dynasty, at the age of eighteen.

On his left side was a handsome boy, with a handsome and white face, and he looked very energetic.

Fan Duoer finished singing, put down the piano in his hand, and poured wine for the two sons - this is not the wine of Yihong Mansion, but the fragrant wine brought by Yu Hongyi, the prince of the world.

This word...... Is that what Fu Xiaoguan did? The handsome boy asked softly.

"Exactly, a few days ago, the four talented men of Linjiang stayed here for Zhang Wenhan and Zhang Gongzi to say goodbye, and they said that this was done by the young master of the Fu family."

The delicate boy did not take the wine, but the tea.

"This word, but it is subtle, and of course, the girl plays and sings very well." Saying that, the boy turned his head to look at Yu Hongyi and asked, "Did you send the invitation?" ”

"It's been sent...... But I can't guarantee if he'll come. ”

"Why?" The delicate brows of the delicate boy furrowed slightly.

“…… You don't know, I heard that this guy rejected the invitation of the Poetry Club of Mid-Levels Academy, and also rejected the invitation of the remaining three talents in Linjiang...... Everyone thinks that this guy doesn't learn and can't do anything - in the past, this guy really didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and I wanted to beat him up for all the he did. This later thing is similar to what Dong Shangshu's daughter told you, but now Linjiang people think that his two poems were written by a certain great Confucian. ”

Yu Hongyi spread his hands, raised his eyebrows, and said: "I don't know if others believe it or not, anyway, I believe it." There is no genius in the world, this bastard has not even read the Four Books and Five Classics in their entirety, and now he says that he can write poetry, and he is still the fourth genius in Linjiang - isn't this just a joke. ”

The corners of the delicate boy's mouth curled, revealing a row of jade-like teeth.

"Let's go, I believe in Shulan."

Saying that, the delicate boy got up, Yu Hongyi drank the wine in the cup and stood up, Fan Duoer naturally got up to see him off, but he didn't expect the delicate boy to suddenly turn his head and ask Fan Duoer: "Miss Duoer, do you believe it?" ”

Fan Duo'er was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Duo'er only wants to have good words to sing in the world, so it doesn't matter if he is true or false." ”

The beautiful boy nodded and said, "On the night of the first day of June, when there is a party in Shanglinzhou, Miss Duo'er has the leisure to come and sing these two songs?" ”

Shanglinzhou is an island on the river, which is an industry under the name of Prince Xian's mansion living in the river. If it weren't for the invitation of the Prince's Mansion on a major festival, ordinary people would not be able to land on the island, so Fan Duoer agreed without hesitation.

The two left Yihong Mansion, and someone greeted them at the door, put up an oil-paper umbrella and boarded the carriage.

Yu Hongyi took a long breath, shook his head, and asked, "I said Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, you came to Linjiang for this matter?" ”

The delicate boy only revealed his true nature at this moment, she grinned and said: "Don't talk about Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, just call me the Ninth Sister, this is in Linjiang - don't you know, when I heard Shulan talk about this guy, Shulan's eyes were shining golden." ”

"Are you saying that Shulan fell in love with that kid?"

"Isn't it? She went to my mother's place on an errand and went to me, and told me many things about the young man—I can tell you, don't pass it on, I can see that Shulan at least has something to say about the young man, but she may not be aware of it. ”

Yu Hongyi slapped his head, what is this!

"What about Yan Xiwen? Even if that kid can write two poems, can he compare with Yan Xiwen? My Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, please go back and persuade Shulan, that guy is really not a good person, I have been in Linjiang, and I know that guy far more than Shulan...... She's in a demonic barrier. ”

"So I'm not here, I just want to see if it's as good as Shulan said."

"What did she say?"

She said...... Fu Xiaoguan is different, this person is extremely interesting. ”

"That's it?"

"Yes, look at these lanterns on the riverbank, Yu Fu Ji, Xiangquan Tianol, if you think about the teams that beat gongs and drums and held banners in the streets and alleys in the past two days, he seems to be really different."

Yu Hongyi suddenly became angry.

"It's all gossip, it's just grandstanding. What's the use of that, you say? The big deal is that Yu Fu Chi's wine can be sold a little more, and then what? He is just a showman, I heard that his father bought it for money, you think about it yourself, can his identity, vision and pattern be compared with Yan Xiwen? After all, he couldn't enter the temple, and in the end he was still a merchant, no matter how much money he had, he was just a merchant! ”

The ninth princess Yu Wenyun frowned, tilted her head and thought for a while, what Hongyi said...... It seems to make a lot of sense.

"Whatever, I'm just curious to see ...... anyway"

……

There is rain in the river, and the moon is bright in Jinling.

The lights in Dong's Mansion in Wuyi Alley are gradually fading, but the lights in a small building are still on.

This is Dong Shulan's boudoir, and at the moment she is at her desk, looking out the window at the dark night.

On the desk was a piece of paper, and on it was hard to read words.

It was the poem that Fu Xiaoguan wrote to her, and she didn't show it to anyone, even her best friend Ninth Princess Yu Wenyun, she didn't take it out.

It's been half a month since Linjiang was separated, I don't know what's wrong, I'm always a little distracted, Yu Wenyun said...... Do you like that person?

Isn't it?

Dong Shulan didn't know.

If not, why do you keep thinking of him?

If yes...... In the short days of acquaintance, did you really know him?

Besides, he is a merchant family, and he was only born in a show, and his father may be more enlightened, but his mother will never agree.

The mother likes Yan Xiwen.

For Yan Xiwen, I can't say that I don't feel anything, this person must be okay, but I think this person is quite boring - the scholarly atmosphere is too heavy, and the ambition is extremely ambitious, which in the eyes of my mother, it is a bright future for reading poetry and books, but this is not what I like.

The girl's mind was a little conflicted, and her eyes fell on the paper in front of her again.

What do you want to send after the farewell?

The first warbler is lovesick......

Mess with my heart!

She took a piece of paper, picked up a pen and wrote a line on the paper:

Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations.

"If you can do it...... That would be great. ”