I can't hear the sound of rain today, but the sun is very big, and it is really a bit dazzling.

Playing a little tired, Chen Yuanyuan begged for mercy again and again, drank a cup of tea to smooth his breath, today's new makeup, was also ruined by this girl, and shook the fan again and again, dissipating a little heat.

On the other hand, the bright woman who provoked the incident is now sitting in her place safely, holding the scroll again, frowning slightly, and looking at ease.

"Zhang Xiaoshan, this doesn't count, I haven't thought about that matter yet, I'll tell you after I think about it in the future!"

It turned out that this bright woman was not someone else, it was Zhang Xiaoshan, who fell behind in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the girl who loved lyrics, that Zhang Xiaoshan.

"Okay, whatever you want!" Zhang Xiaoshan raised his eyebrows and said casually.

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After two or three teas, the door was finally opened again, but the person changed, and Chen Yuanyuan personally opened the door, still covering his face with a fan, lowering his eyebrows slightly, and possessing a thoughtful courtesy.

"I've kept you waiting, so let's come in and sit down!"

The talented men outside the door, the noble sons looked straight one by one, after all, the fight in the previous room was very ambiguous, and it was difficult to explain the matter of the bed, but looking at the complexion of the two girls, it seems that it is difficult to imagine that the second daughter has such a habit, but think about it, they are all first-class wonderful people, ordinary sons, they may not look down on it.

When he took his seat, Chen Yuanyuan said again, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, you appreciate the light, and you won the little mountain girl, but on the night of the first year, that poetry meeting, please also help my little mountain girl, don't lose others!"

"That's, that's, the round girl spoke in person, and I naturally complied, but didn't the girl participate in the Shangyuan Poetry Club? It will be a grand event, and now that the round girl has won this head, wouldn't it be even better to take that Shangyuan poet in her arms!" A scholar in a blue robe said that it was a pity that he was originally a follower of Chen Yuanyuan, so he naturally didn't want the name of Shangyuan Shikui to fall.

"No, no, no! Wang Gongzi is really tormenting the slave family, if he has to be competitive in everything, wouldn't he miss the scenery of this world, in the end, I have to go to Chang'an to take a look, there is no seven or eight months of time, I can't rush back!" Chen Yuanyuan waved the fan in his hand and said with a smile.

Chang'an, the capital of the Northern Barbarians, is also very prosperous according to legend, but the people of Jinling are probably not looking down, Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, that is Chang'an, the country of ten thousand dynasties, the coast of the four seas, Chang'an, a place that makes everyone dream, everyone wants to go to Chang'an to take a walk, take a look, take a look at this greatest city.

But now, that era has gone far, now Chang'an is occupied by the northern barbarians, no longer prosperous, the new Song Dynasty occupies the north bank of the river, although it has been stable for more than ten years, but no one can say for sure, when it will go south, at that time, Chang'an will become a nightmare for Jinling.

"Why should the round girl be involved in such a dangerous situation? If you really want to see the scenery, you can go to the south and see it, where it is picturesque and bright every day!"

"The scenery of the water town is natural and pleasant, but there is no yearning for Chang'an, the slave family has made up its mind, so don't admonish your sons!" Chen Yuanyuan slowly got up and lowered his body slightly.

The people present are all people who understand, some people like to do what they don't like to do, like Chen Yuanyuan, although she is only a woman, but her stubbornness is no less than that of a man, she yearns for Chang'an, and she doesn't need to be persuaded.

It's only been seven or eight months, more than ten years have passed, and nothing should happen, but in three or five months, Qin Huai has lost a wonderful person, which can't help but make people feel lost.

"Alright then, please be careful, when the girl returns, please give us a letter in advance, so we can go and greet us!"

"Good!"

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Chen Yuanyuan's trip to Chang'an seems to have been settled, and when he comes back, it will be next spring, March and April, at that time, Jinling also has a good scene, and it is best to come back to enjoy the scenery.

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"What kind of book is the little mountain girl reading? Can you tell us about it? ”

Finally, someone couldn't help but make a sound, it had been in the house for a long time, Zhang Xiaoshan had been leaning against the window, looking at the booklet in his hand, and sometimes looking at the scene outside the window, without saying a word to everyone.

Zhang Xiaoshan tilted her head slightly, and for the first time on a very clean face, she had another look, only to see her slightly ruffle the tips of her hair that was blown by the wind, revealing a very disdainful expression, "It's not a book, it's just a booklet, you can't buy it on the market, written by Li Yu, printed by Roujia Bookstore, there are only dozens of lyrics!"

"Oh?" The man pondered, "Can the little mountain girl borrow us to take a look, the girl also knows that a thousand gold is hard to find, since it is printed by Roujia Bookstore, it must have flowed out of Chang'an, Li Yu's words, we also like to read!"

"Naturally, not!"

"Why?"

"Naturally, I'm afraid that you will damage my Xiaoshan's book, if you want to read it and buy the fake on the street, why do you want to borrow the authentic handiwork of my Xiaoshan?" Chen Yuanyuan joked on the side.

"We'll be careful!"

"Talk about it, I'm afraid it won't work!" Chen Yuanyuan answered again, and pointed to Zhang Xiaoshan by the window with the fan in his hand.

Following what was pointed out, everyone found that Zhang Xiaoshan seemed to be immersed in the book again, supporting his cheek with one hand, tilting his head slightly, looking at the scene outside the window from time to time, and then silently reciting a few words of the wonderful points in the book, sometimes losing his mind, blinking his eyes, like those cats lying on the wall, lazily basking in the sun.

"Xiaoshan girl loves this word, loves this word even more, the rumors are true, just see it, you can really understand, she is stupid!" A stumbling man came through the door.

Is he late? Everyone turned around to look at it, but they actually recognized that it was a famous talent in Jinling, and now he was a servant in the door of Little Grandpa An.

"It's late, it's late, forgive me!" The man bowed, obviously embarrassed to be so late.

"It's okay, wasn't Jin Dacai late a few days ago? Why didn't you come?" The rich boy on the side shook his fan and quipped.

Today, there are two kinds of people, one is those rich and noble sons, the other is the rich and famous talents, the two actually don't look down on each other, those rich sons think that those poor scholars are not worthy of entering and leaving such a land of flowers and snow, but they can chant two lines of poetry in their mouths, so they call themselves what Lao Shizi is talented, and he is very high, and he is extremely annoying, and those talented people think that these rich sons are all wine bags and rice bags, and they are decent by relying on the wealth of their families, but in fact, they will not do anything, and they will stain the eyes of this world.

"I have something to delay, the party will invite, how can I not come, unlike you, uninvited, spent a few stinky money, think I can be among the famous?" The belated genius is also a bad talker, so he immediately retorted.

At the meeting that day, the genius was invited, and he was the candidate for the selection of poetry collections, but there was a small accident that day and he couldn't arrive in time, so he was grabbed by those rich sons and held on.

"You poor scholar, you really use yourself as a dish, how many silver dollars can you cost?" The rich boy snapped the folding fan in his hand, buckled it on the table, stood up suddenly, and pointed at the scholar and was about to punch and kick.

Fortunately, a few people next to him saw that something was wrong, and quickly stretched out their hands to stop them, so they couldn't let the two fight.

"Insult Sven, insult Sven, you are a talent, you actually started to do it here, and you don't care about it!" The talented man surnamed Jin took a slight half step back and straightened his clothes.

"You poor sour pickled bastard, after a few days of reading, you naively think you are a saint? It's not like you're going to be someone else's dog, or to do some kind of work, but people look at you pitifully and reward you with a bowl of rice!" A few people didn't use any force to stop them, but the noble son actually broke free and punched down.

The sound of fists clashing sounded a little thick, and half of the teeth were knocked out, mixed with blood foam, and spat on the ground.

"Report to the official, report to the official, you must be sent to prison, you are so reckless!" Jin Qiming struggled to get up from the ground, covered half of his face, and shouted.

Another kick, this noble son doesn't seem to care so much, the fists and feet are added, and Jin Qiming can't stand up straight, Jin Qiming, a scholar, how can he see such a scene, and he doesn't see him back, so he only raises his arm vigorously, wanting to take two fewer punches.

After two punches and three kicks, everyone pulled the two apart again, and the rich boy who beat people stood in place and spat out, "Pickled and splashed, dog minion!"

After scolding, he left without looking back, this banquet, he didn't have to participate in it anymore, after all, he beat someone, and he still moved in front of everyone in Listening to Yulou.