Seeing Sima Yun, Xin Zhen's whole person became silent as if he had done something wrong.

Or, should we change the method, change Sima Yun's attitude towards himself, and turn Sima Yun into a friend?!

No! Absolutely not!

Xin Zhen thought of the fact that his heart would beat faster when he saw this man, and without saying a word, he directly ruled out the idea of becoming friends with Sima Yun.

Lao Tzu didn't come back to do it!

Between the thoughts, there was constant joy during the banquet.

Liu Yong, as the nominal chairman of the banquet, naturally has to take care of everyone, not only fighting with the girls, but even Hu Yantong, an obviously vulgar martial artist, he can also talk about it.

After a while, Liu Yong looked at Xin Xi and said with a smile: "Eleven Lang, it's been brewing for a quarter of an hour, but what are the new words?" ”

"Ah, the word? I don't know how to write. Suddenly awakened, Xin Xi told the truth.

However, no one believed this truth.

Liu Yong smiled and said: "Why should Eleven Lang be humble, how can he not write words if he can make a 'only fragrant as before' Xiyuan Xin Eleven?" ”

As soon as Liu Yong's voice fell, on the side, Sima Yun of Si Swenwen spoke: "That's it, Eleven Lang, one person can match fifty-one pairs that day, and today's words should be no problem!" ”

After Sima Yun finished speaking, he also stretched out his hand and poked Hu Yantong.

Hu Yantong next to him raised his head in confusion, quickly understood, swallowed a mouthful of food like a date, and shouted loudly: "That's it, according to the Sprinkle family, Eleven Lang is also good at pretending, manly man, why don't you be happy?!" Lyrics should also be like drinking and beating people, hearty, the little daughter is in a posture, a certain family doesn't like it! ”

Xin Xi couldn't cry or laugh for a while, but he got up and said: "Then, I have to be ugly, but what's the topic?!" ”

Liu Yong chuckled: "Since you are filling in the words here, you should be more delicate, with the theme of love and parting!" ”

Amour?!

"Eleven Lang, why don't you send a poem to Ouyang Gong and send me a poem, how about it?!"

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, it was Sima Yun who spoke!

Xin Xi had a pain in the egg, Xiyuan offended this guy, and sending a word at this time would naturally be able to remedy the relationship between the two parties, but he always felt that something was wrong, especially Sima Yun's eyes that seemed to be burning, which made Xin Xi feel like a chrysanthemum tightened.

Hu Yantong was a straight intestine, and said directly: "Very good, Eleven Lang beat Shu in Xiyuan the day before yesterday...... Sima Yun, make amends with words, it should become a good story! ”

Hearing this, Liu Yong's face was full of surprise: "Eleven Lang, have you beaten Sima Yun?!" ”

Xin Xi smiled bitterly, and could only nod frankly and admit his guilt.

"Then don't you apologize?!" Liu Yong's face changed, his face was full of anger, and he was so angry that his voice became sharp like this.

"Yes, yes, so-and-so will apologize with words!" Xin Xi smiled bitterly and got up, it seems that Hu Yantong and Liu Yong both know Sima Yun's identity, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

Pacing slowly, Xin Xi's heart was extremely entangled, if he wanted to say tactful and delicate words, he didn't need an encyclopedia system, he still remembered a lot, what Nalan was virtuous, Cangyang Gyatso's, a bunch of them, they couldn't be used up at all.

But the problem is, this poem is for Sima Yun! Take those words that you and I don and give them to a man?!

By the way, why do you have to look for the poems of the Tatar Manchu Qing or the Ming Dynasty after the Mongols ravaged it?

The poems of the Ming and Qing dynasties, in the final analysis, actually don't have that very Chinese feeling, most of them are just moaning without illness.

If you want to have that kind of Chinese-flavored poetry, you still have to find it in the Tang and Song dynasties, but unfortunately, Xin Xi's era is a bit embarrassing, more than two hundred years have passed in the Tang Dynasty, and the Northern Song Dynasty, which has produced many literary heroes, is about to end, so only the poems of the Southern Song Dynasty can be copied for him.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of writers in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Thinking silently, a poem by the Southern Song Dynasty female lyricist Li Qingzhao suddenly appeared in Xin Zhen's mind, and his whole person gradually fell into decline in the process of recalling this poem.

Walking slowly, walking to the window, the evening breeze is blowing, and it is a little lonely.

Looking at the lights of Bianliang City from afar, I can no longer see the high-rise buildings and neon lights that I once knew so much that I didn't care......

"The wind and dust are gone, and the flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night."

Xin Yan's low voice sounded slowly, Sima Yun was stunned, Liu Yong was silent, and the eight girls were also quiet, only Hu Yantong was still unaware of eating meat and drinking wine......

"Things are people, and everything is resting, and tears flow first if you want to speak."

Liu Yong bowed his head abruptly, his face was full of sorrow, he grabbed the wine jug in one hand and poured it down.

Sima Yun's eyes flashed slightly, a little moist, the girls suddenly fell silent, looking directly at Xin Yan's back, Hu Yantong also stopped eating and drinking, only to feel that the atmosphere in the banquet was a little weird, which made him panic.

"I heard that Sungai Spring is still good, and I also plan to go on a light boat."

Hearing this, Liu Yong raised his head, and his mind seemed to gradually melt.

Sima Yun also exhaled a long breath, and finally got rid of the kind of grievances about things and people, and began to follow this poem to imagine a light boat.

The girls also began to relax a lot, Hu Yantong was stunned, didn't understand, but grabbed a chicken leg with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Xin's voice suddenly became infinitely complaining.

"I'm only afraid of the Sungai boat, and I can't carry it...... A lot of sorrow! ”

The last sentence fell, and the sudden turn was similar to the sadness after the hope was dashed, and the whole room suddenly fell silent, and the needle drop could be heard!

Sima Yun's eyes were red, tears were slowly dripping, and seven or eight girls also bowed their heads and wept.

Liu Yong sighed, got up and left the table, and sat on the ground again, holding the wine jug, as if his heart was dead.

Hu Yantong was stunned for a moment, looked left and right, carefully pulled out the chicken leg in his mouth, and put it back in the bowl......

Xin Xi is immersed in the world thousands of years later, immersed in countless past events, compared with him, who can be more qualified to say that things are people and not everything?

"Eleven Lang!" Liu Yong called softly: "Come and drink with me!" ”

Xin Xi smiled bitterly, from what Qing'er said before that Liu Yong faked his death, he guessed that Liu Yong estimated that there was any emotional injury, and now it seems that this is really the case.

I'm sorry, Liu Dada, I really didn't expect a poem to almost make you sad and die of heart.

stepped forward, also sitting on the ground, Xin Xi picked up the wine jug and drank it in one gulp.

"Eleven Lang, what's the name of this Wuling Chun? Send it to the slave, okay? A calm voice came.

Xin Zhen turned around, but it was the painter.

"Sister Hua'er, I said it early in the morning, and the word Eleven Lang was given to me!" Sima Yun spoke quickly.

Hua'er smiled faintly and said, "It's Nu Menglang." ”

Sima Yun laughed: "Don't blame Sister Hua'er, it's really too good for Eleven Lang!" ”

Liu Yong chuckled, grabbed the flask and poured it.

"Famous Spring Festival Gala!" Xin Xi's mind became active, and he said to the painting: "Girl painting, I'll send you another poem, how about you recommend a small thing to the people who come and go?!" ”

"Oh, I wonder what Eleven is going to recommend?!" The painting was a little confused.

As he spoke, Xin Xi took out a box that was placed aside and opened it: "This is soap, ten times better than bath beans!" This is what I would recommend! ”

Better than bath beans?!

Many girls' eyes suddenly lit up, but they were still a little suspicious.

"If you don't believe me, try now!" Xin Zhen smiled and handed the soap to the painting.

Hua'er looked curiously at the yellow, orange, and orange soap in her hand, walked to the side of the basin, and began to wash her hands according to the method Xin Xi said.

Delicate and smooth, white as snow foam, the painting was stunned for a moment.

After washing off the foam on his hands with water, the painting was full of incredulity: "It's really better than bath beans, there is no dry feeling at all, and, it seems, the slave's hands are whiter and smoother!" ”

Hearing Hua'er's words, the eyes of the people in the room, except for the half-dead Liu Yong and the foodie Hu Yantong, changed.

Seven or eight girls crowded over, trying to wash their hands with soap one by one, and even Sima Yun washed his face shyly.

"Really, it's really better than bath beans!"

"My hands have really turned a lot whiter!"

"Indeed, it's smoother!"

After a period of chatter, the painting looked at Xin Xi: "Eleven Lang, I don't know how much this thing is worth?" The slave family wants to buy one! ”

"Slaves too!"

Seven or eight girls rushed over, and even Sima Yun looked at Xin Xi with burning eyes: "I want it too!" ”

This is conquered?! Don't need poetry?!

Xin Zhen was dumbfounded.

Liu Yong, who was lifeless on the side, couldn't help laughing, and the sadness seemed to have been alleviated a lot.

After some thought, Xin Xi still set the same price as bath beans, three hundred wen each, so that night, eight soaps were exchanged for two taels or four dollars of silver.

Among them, Sima Yun pulled Hu Yantong together and bought two, so there were still two girls on the spot who didn't buy them, and they shouted one by one that Shiyi Lang would send a few more tomorrow.

Two quarters of an hour have passed since the drum of the first watch, Xin Xi saw that Liu Yong was also active again, so he said goodbye to everyone and left, of course, before leaving, but he told you to help him promote soap!

After Xin Xi left, Sima Yun laughed: "Eleven Lang's word is really good!" ”

Hu Yantong nibbled on the chicken leg and said vaguely: "Well, it's really good!" ”

Liu Yong smiled, but looked at Sima Yun with a meaningful gaze: "He beat you, you don't get angry and don't retaliate?!" ”

"It was indeed me who was wrong that day." Sima Yun made a grimace, his big eyes rolled slightly, and he no longer had the stiffness he had before, but became very lively: "What's more, didn't he apologize with words today?!" ”

Liu Yong was speechless, causing him to worry in vain, at first he knew that Xin Xi had beaten the one in front of him, especially the one in front of him who had brought the hob meat of the Huyan family, and he was really worried that the one in front of him would let Hu Yantong slaughter Xin Zhen......

"Okay, Liu Qi, think about it yourself, anyway, it's not too much for you, it's a lot less for you, and besides, I'm also disgusted with that kind of thing, you can do it yourself!" Sima Yun said.

Liu Yong frowned, and finally said: "Three days later, I will be the same as a hundred officials as a Tuntian Lang!" ”

"It's boring!" Sima Yun pursed his lips, and suddenly asked with a worried face: "After Eleven Lang, won't you become like you, right?!" ”

Liu Yong laughed at himself, Eleven Lang's performance today does have the demeanor of thirty years ago......

"No!" Liu Yong is categorical.

"Why?!" Sima Yun was curious.

"Because, Xin Shiyi knows what he wants to do, and I, in fact, never know what I want to do......"