"Pingnan Hou Chen Yue?" Fang Mingxia was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

If Zhu Guobi is just a nobleman, Fang Mingxia is not afraid of him. After all, the nobles at the end of the Ming Dynasty were not as good as when the country was founded, and their power had shrunk significantly, and they basically fell into a situation of eating and waiting for death. Scholars are not even afraid of the emperor, how can they be afraid of a noble?

But Chen Yue is different after all, these days, Chen Yue's heroic deeds have been widely spread. Repeatedly defeated the Manchurians, rescued the king in the army of millions of thieves, escorted thousands of miles to the south, and defeated the rebels to turn the tide.

Coupled with the good military discipline of the Pingnan army after entering the city of Nanjing, it did not disturb the people and did not loot, so that Chen Yue's reputation soared, and he was faintly able to compare with Guan Yunchang of the Han Dynasty and Yue Pengju of the Song Dynasty. What's even more desperate is that unlike Yue Pengju, Chen Yue was trusted by the emperor, and even if he raided such a big move as Wei Guogong without authorization, he was not punished by the emperor.

Such a figure with great merits in the heart of the emperor, how could Fang Ming Xia Yijie scholar deal with it?

Thinking about Chen Yue's strong strength and background, Fang Mingxia fell into despair in his heart.

"Let's go!" Fang Mingxia stood up with a gloomy face and walked out. So far, where does he still have the face to fight for the right to comb the white door.

"Shall we leave it at that?" Hou Fatzi limped after him and asked softly.

"Where is there such a cheap thing!" Fang Mingxia touched his face, looking at the bloodstains on his hands, he had already hated Chen Yue to the bone.

"My name Xia will not take revenge, and I will not be a man!"

......

The two sides of the trouble were gone, the entire second floor was in a mess, and Kou Baimen's combing ceremony was a mess, leaving only the old bustard standing there crying without tears.

"Mom, since they are all gone, I am willing to give the girl from the White Gate four golden flowers, so give me her combing power!" At the beginning, the wealthy businessman who bid did not give up and tried to negotiate with the bustard.

"Hmph, think beautifully!" The old bustard flicked his sleeves and went upstairs, leaving only the stunned rich merchant there.

She would rather keep Kou Baimen in her hands than cheapen this unknown foreign merchant, giving Kou Baimen to him is not beneficial to enhance the reputation of Meixianglou, not to mention that maybe Zhu Guobi and they will find a backbalance!

"How do you say that?" The wealthy businessman surnamed Liu stood there stunned.

"Brother Liu, Miss Kou, don't think about it, she is not something you can get." The companion kindly persuaded.

"Why is that, I'm not out of money?" The rich businessman surnamed Liu is very dissatisfied, he is also a person with millions of family assets, and it is common for him to go in and out of the government when he is in Yangzhou, but he is despised by Qinglou here, which is unbearable!

"Do you know who those two people are who went out earlier?" The companion leaned into his ear and whispered, "One is Zhu Guobi, the Marquis of Funing, who is one of the few nobles left in this Nanjing city, and the other is even more amazing, Chen Yue, Marquis of Pingnan, that is a hero like Yue Wumu, and you dare to touch the woman he fancies?" ”

"Ahh It turned out to be him! The wealthy businessman surnamed Liu was taken aback, "Thank you brother for reminding me, otherwise I would have almost caused a big disaster." ”

After saying that, he thanked him, and then turned around and left Meixianglou, the muddy water here was too deep for him to wade.

......

A farce ended like this, and the people who participated in the fight left one after another, and even the people on the first floor who watched the excitement went to the empty building. On the third floor, Li Xiangjun and Kou Baimen looked at the situation downstairs in shock, completely unable to figure out what was going on.

It is normal for Fang Mingxia and the others to lose the battle and leave, why did the victor also leave in a hurry?

A maid hurriedly walked up and handed over a piece of white paper with handwriting on it.

"Mom asked me to send it over, saying that it was the ink treasure left behind by the beater."

Li Xiangjun snatched the white paper with his hand, and when he had time to take a closer look, he sneered, "The handwriting is like a dog, it's really ugly!" ”

Kou Baimen leaned over, looked closely, and saw four lines of handwriting written crookedly on the white paper, the penmanship was clumsy and tactful, and it was completely at the level of a beginner, even the naughty boy who had just gone to private school for two years wrote better than this.

Put aside the calligraphy, and look at it again, it seems that it is a poem, Kou Baimen lightly opened his lips and read it:

"After the war, the autumn wind laughs and laughs,

Savages prefer to offer yellow flowers.

I have seen the iron bones through the frost old,

Don't send the golden heart with the rain slanting. ”

Reading carefully, there seems to be a scene in front of me, in the sassy autumn wind, a white-robed young general with soldiers and horses to victory, with a victory smile on his face, on the side of the road, the people for the victorious soldiers to offer a large chrysanthemum, to the meritorious soldiers to praise, praise their achievements.

Although the soldiers are tired of fighting, they still have the iron backbone of arrogance, and they will inevitably protect their fathers and fellow villagers, from the ravages of wind and rain, and from the attack of strong enemies!

A small poem writes the majestic posture of a heroic man with iron bones and brave loyalty, which makes people can't help but feel angry and yearning for it when they read it. Kou Baimen couldn't help but get drunk.

Li Xiangjun's literary attainments are even higher than Kou Baimen, and naturally you can also see the deep meaning of the poem, this kind of generous verse is definitely not something that a literati like Fang Mingxia can do, and it is possible for Zhu Guobi, who has fought in the hereditary honor, but Zhu Guobi is also a hairpin for generations, although he doesn't read much, but he can't write such a dog-like handwriting, could it be that someone else wrote poetry?

"Who wrote this poem?" Li Xiangjun asked at the maid. The idea of the poem is lofty, but the calligraphy is clumsy, which makes people want to understand.

"Slave, slave doesn't know." The maid said timidly, "My mother asked me to send it." ”

"Why don't you go and ask?" Li Xiangjun commanded the order, and the maid went in a panic.

Kou Baimen never spoke, he sharpened the ink by himself, and then picked up the rabbit quill pen and wrote Juanxiu's words on the white paper, but he wrote the poem again.

"Sister, don't you think it's better?" Kou Baimen smiled at Li Xiangjun.

"Well, of course, it's much better than this dog's handwriting, but this poem is very bold, and it seems better to write it in wild cursive." Li Xiangjun commented.

Kou Baimen pursed his lips and smiled, took out another piece of white paper, and actually wrote it in cursive.

"Two girls, inquire clearly, the one who wrote the poem was the one who beat people, he, he is Pingnan Hou Chen Yue!" The maid hurriedly ran in and said breathlessly.

Pingnan Hou Chen Yue! Li Xiangjun and Kou Baimen were startled at the same time, Kou Baimen's writing hand suddenly stopped, hung in the air, and a cloud of ink fell from the rabbit and landed on the rice paper, becoming a ball.

"Pingnan Hou Chen Yue, why did he come to our Meixiang Building? Still competing for the right to comb your sister? Li Xiangjun said in surprise. Hou Fangyu once mentioned Chen Yue to her, and also mentioned the current situation in Nanjing. Now that even Hou Fangyu is busy behind Qian Qianyi, Chen Yue actually has the leisure to come to this kind of place!