Chen Xian was willing to deal with Li Youqian, a drunkard, he was in a hurry to go back and continue his work, so he waved his hand and said, "There is really something." ”

"Since Gongzi Chen is in a hurry, then why should Gongzi Li be strong, and let him be busy." A charming female voice suddenly came from upstairs, and everyone looked up, but it was Song Jinfeng, the bustard's mother in this ring of the building.

Li Youqian shook his head towards Feng Niang from afar: "Feng Niang, it's not difficult for me Li Youqian, it's really because I have been dismissed from my reputation, and I haven't been to the academy for a long time. ”

One of the people who had sat at the same table with Li Youqian before also stood up and echoed: "I'm afraid you don't know, our classmate has won the favor of Miss Xiaochai with his outstanding talent. ”

The other person laughed: "Aren't you afraid of today's actions?" ”

Chen Xian stared at Li Youqian with a strained face, and after a long time, he finally smiled helplessly: "Okay." ”

In the private room on the second floor, two men sat opposite each other, although it was a cold winter, the two of them opened the window and drank with the snow outside the window under the service of a beautiful maid.

A man on the east side has a short beard, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and a high nose bridge, although he is only wearing a light-colored cloth jacket, he can hardly hide the proud bearing on his body, which is Yan Jian, who has just met Chen Xian at the foot of Ziyang Mountain this morning.

On the west side sat a little old man in his fifties, wearing a bright blue satin jacket, and said with a smile on his face: "It's been more than three years since I was separated, if it weren't for this inquiry, I'm afraid my husband wouldn't have seen me, right?" Besides, if I hadn't been invited today, how could you and I have this opportunity to reconnect with fellow students? ”

"Brother Fan, you are now a professor in a mansion, acting as the school of Hangzhou Mansion, how busy you are with official business. I'm just an idler at home, and I have nothing to do with the court, how can I bother Brother Fan. Speaking of this, he glanced at the glamorous maid kneeling beside him, and said, "Besides, why do you need to come to this land of fireworks and willows?" It only costs more than Fair. ”

It turned out that this person was the master of Hangzhou Mansion and the professor of academic affairs of the General Administration of the People's Republic of China.

"This is a bad statement, who in the court doesn't know that you are deeply favored, and the revival of love is just a thought of the emperor......" Speaking of this, suddenly the noise downstairs came, interrupting Fan Xing's emotion, he frowned, and instructed the servant girl serving on the side: "Go and see, what's so noisy downstairs." ”

The maidservant girl went out when she heard this, and came back after a while, and whispered back: "There are a few talents, who seem to be preparing to compose lyrics to help the fun." ”

"Nonsense!" Fan Ying frowned, and ordered: "You go downstairs and tell me that I have distinguished guests here, and let them disperse quickly, and don't make a noise." ”

"Yes!" As soon as the maidservant girl lowered her head and was about to go out, she just arrived at the door, but Yan Jian smiled and said: "No need, Brother Fan has forgotten, I also drank and wrote poems when I was young, and a few young people are just the same as you and me twenty years ago, what's wrong with this?" ”

After saying that, he got up and walked to the cloister outside the door, and said, "Besides, drinking in the snow is a little boring, and it is a great pleasure to get a good word or two." ”

Fan Xing was stunned, hurriedly got up and followed, and echoed with a smile: "What you said is true!" ”

"Oh?" Yan Jian walked to the front of the fence and looked down, first stunned, but then laughed, and said to himself: "Xingzhi Xiaoyou, it seems that you and I are destined!" ”

"Miss, Miss!" Xiao Liang pushed open the door in a panic and ran to Lu Xiaochai, who was practicing the piano.

"What's wrong, little hedge?" Lu Xiaochai stopped what he was doing and asked gently.

Xiao Liang gasped, but still stumbled and said, "There are a few scholars who want to write lyrics for you, and they also said that they want you to choose the best song to sing." ”

"Don't sing." Lu Xiaochai pouted slightly: "Didn't you say that I was sick at home and closed my door!" ”

"But Chen Gongzi, he was also pulled over!"

"Chen Lang is back?" A burst of surprise flashed on Lu Xiaochai's face, Chen Xian had disappeared since he woke up this morning, although he said yesterday that he would go out to work all day today, but Chen Lang was recovering from a serious illness after all, and she was still a little worried in her heart.

"Wait." Lu Xiaochai was suddenly stunned for a moment, and said in amazement: "Does Chen Lang also want to write lyrics for me?" ”

She and Chen Xian have known each other for half a year, and Chen Xian naturally wrote some poems to him, but those words ...... It's okay to sing casually in the house, but now that they want to sing impromptu words, who are they singing?

If you choose Chen Lang's words, you will be teased and don't know whether it's a trivial matter, but if it spreads, Chen Lang will probably lose face. If he didn't choose Chen Lang's lyrics, he would definitely ......

She was a little nervous for a while, so she put on her cotton clothes and walked to the front hall with the small fence in a panic.

Xiao Er brought over a small table and placed it in the middle of the hall, and there was a running hall with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Li Youqian unceremoniously patted Chen Xian's shoulder, burped and said, "Ziguan, Muduan, Xingzhi, who will I wait for to come first?" ”

This Ziguan and Mu Duan are named Song Xi respectively, Song Ziguan, Qian Jin, and Qian Muduan are all Chen Xian's classmates in the county school, and they are all well-known talents. Because the two of them are poor at home, they often get mixed up with Li Youqian, who spends money and gives gifts and treats at every turn.

Song Xi smiled: "Writing words tonight is due to the accidental reunion with Xingzhi, so naturally he has to come first." ”

He knew in his heart that Li Youqian wanted Chen Xian to be embarrassed in public, where was he willing to leave time for Chen Xian at this moment, when he set the rules and said: "It snowed a few days ago, and there is still a lot of white on the side of the road and on the eaves, so how about we write a song with the current snow scene?" ”

Li Youqian glared, and immediately scolded the idiot, the poem in his belly was not suitable for the occasion, but he thought about it again - in terms of poetry, he was already much stronger than Chen Xian's wooden bump, although he couldn't rely on his own manuscript to make a splash this time, but it would be good if Chen Xian could make a mess!

Thinking of this verse, he was the first to say aloud: "This is how it should be! ”

When Qian Jin saw that Li Youqian said this, of course he had no opinion, and he also echoed: "Agreed!" ”

"Okay!" Chen Xian shrugged.

He walked to the small table, and then stretched out a rather stretched waist in front of everyone, and when he stretched his waist and looked up, he was surprised to find that Yan Jian, who had just met in the morning, was actually lying on the railing on the second floor to look at him, and at this moment the two eyes met, and the old man nodded and smiled at himself.

Why is Lao Yan here? Could it be that this guy is following me?

Wait a minute...... The fat old man next to him was not Fan Xing, a professor at Fuxue? Seemingly...... Lao Yan is also an official.

"Brother Chen, how long do you need us to wait? I've already thought of the words in my belly! Song Xi saw Chen Xian's tired appearance and thought that he was delaying time, so he opened his mouth to urge.

Chen Xian frowned, then retracted his mind, leaned over and lifted the brush in front of him, and secretly rejoiced in his heart - Chen Xingzhi in his memory, although he was not good at poetry, he wrote a good hand.