After lunch, Xu Xian said goodbye with interest, and Liao Jin did not stay.

However, when saying goodbye, Liao Jin said in the tone of his predecessor's admonishment: "Bianjing is the capital after all, and it is mixed and involves deep and wide. When you come to Bianjing, you have to concentrate on studying, and you can only be regarded as a character if you become a jinshi. ”

Xu Xian's heart was awe-inspiring, knowing what Liao Jin was referring to, and said solemnly: "Boy, remember." ”

"Of course, don't be afraid if you really encounter something, if you have any difficulties, just find the old man." Liao Jin said again, his tone was sincere, not a scene.

Xu Xian bowed his hand and said, "Thank you, Lord Liao." ”

At the end, Liao Jin called a steward to send Xu Xian out of Liao's mansion.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard a few steps, he thought that the pretty maid came up and saluted Xu Xian: "Master Xu, the third lady of my family is invited." ”

Xu Xian was slightly stunned, and immediately said, "Labor is tired of leading." ”

He guessed that the third lady was Liao Xueyan who he had seen before lunch, if it was just Liao Xueyan, he would ask the reason and then consider whether to be invited, but thinking that there was Tang Wanrong with Liao Xueyan, he immediately agreed.

Under the guidance of the maid, Xu Xian entered a small courtyard called Liuxueyuan.

The small courtyard is not large, and the main building is a small three-story attic with a courtyard in front.

When I entered Liuxue Courtyard, I saw the dignified and noble Tang Wanrong.

Of course, the first person to talk to Xu Xian was Liao Xueyan, and Tang Wanrong sat there, pretending not to know.

After Xu Xian and Liao Xueyan finished saluting each other, Liao Xueyan introduced Xu Xian: "Young Master Xu, I will introduce you to a celestial figure, the county lord of Fengle." I don't care if the current emperor calls him my uncle. ”

Liao Xueyan's tone is a bit northern bold, not quite like a woman made of Jiangnan water.

"Xu Xian visits the county lord of Fengle." Xu Xian shouted at Tang Wanrong.

Tang Wanrong had already stood up, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Xu Gongzi doesn't need to be polite. ”

"County Lord Xie." Xu Xiandao stood up straight, and his eyes fell on Tang Wanrong's beautiful face.

Tang Wanrong and Xu Xian looked at each other, and turned away a little unnaturally, Xu Xian also knew that there were outsiders and couldn't be too rude, so he also looked away.

"Let's sit down and talk." Tang Wanrong said.

So, the three of them sat down around a stone table in the courtyard.

Of course, the stool is not a stone bench, but a brocade soft pier.

The maid immediately counted the tea, snacks and fruits.

Liao Xueyan said to Xu Xian: "Xu Gongzi ......"

"Third Miss, you can call Xu Xian directly." Xu Xian interrupted.

"Okay." Liao Xueyan didn't refuse, and said with a smile, "Xu Xian, the county lord of Fengle and I admire your talent, so I take the liberty to ask you to come over and ask for some poems, I hope you don't mind." ”

"It's a great honor to be appreciated by the county lord of Fengle and the third lady, how can you be angry." Xu Xian replied with a smile.

"Hee-hee, I know you won't be stingy." Liao Xueyan smiled, "Let's get straight to the point." Xu Xian, you are talented, listen to my father, your poetry is extremely agile, and you are a good poem casually. You see that the weather is so good today, can you make two poems and send them to the county lord of Fengle and me respectively? ”

"There is no limit to the subject matter."

Without waiting for Xu Xian to answer, Tang Wanrong had already interjected: "Xueyan, good poems are occasional, how can they be made casually?" ”

"Xu Xian, don't listen to her random requests." Then, she said to Xu Xian, "Let's talk about poetry, we don't have to write poetry." ”

Xu Xian smiled and said, "Thank you, county lord." However, since the third lady said that there is no limit to the subject matter, she happened to be inspired a few days ago and happened to write two poems. No one knows these two poems yet, so it is better to give them to the county lord and the third lady today, I hope you will not dislike them. ”

"Don't dislike, don't dislike." Liao Xueyan immediately shouted, her beautiful eyes were bright, and she felt that this kind of poem was applauded, and I was afraid that there would be flaws in the temporary production.

Tang Wanrong also smiled and said, "If you can't ask for it, how can you dislike it." Xu Xian, you write to Xue Yan first. ”

"You are the county lord, of course I will write to you first." Liao Xueyan said.

Tang Wanrong shook her head slightly, and said undoubtedly: "No, I'll write to you first." ”

"Hee-hee, you're welcome." Liao Xueyan smiled, then turned around and shouted to the two or three maids, "Don't hurry up and send the four treasures of the study!" ”

The three maids immediately went into the attic to fetch the four treasures of the study.

Liao Xueyan looked expectant.

At this time, in Liao Jin's study, the housekeeper came in and reported: "Master, just now the third lady invited Xu Xian to Liuxue Courtyard. ”

"Nonsense!" Liao Jin was immediately a little angry.

At lunch just now, he had clearly disagreed with Liao Xueyan's request to eat together, but he didn't expect to dare to take Xu Xian to her courtyard without permission in a blink of an eye. If Xu Xian hadn't gotten married, he would be happy to see it, but Xu Xian had already gotten married.

Seeing this, the housekeeper hurriedly finished the rest of the words and said, "The county lord of Fengle is still staying in the snow courtyard. ”

When Liao Jin heard this, his anger subsided slightly, with the county lord of Fengle here, there should be nothing wrong, it is estimated that it is talking about poetry and the like.

……

"Leaning on the dangerous building with a fine wind, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, gloomy and ...... sky"

Liao Xueyan picked up the rice paper that had not yet dried and read the words Xu Xian had just written, and when she read the last sentence "The clothes and belts are gradually widened and I will not regret it, and I will make people haggard for Yi", the whole person fell silent.

After a while, she raised her head, looked at Xu Xian and asked, "Xu Xian, are you sure that this poem was given to me?" ”

"Of course." Xu Xian smiled.

This poem is Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Leaning on the Dangerous Building". Girls like the wind and snow, sensitive and affectionate, and they are worried about the new words, and they have the least resistance to Liu Yong's poems.

"Thank you, thank you." Liao Xueyan said excitedly, "This is the best word I have ever seen in my life." ”

Xu Xian smiled indifferently: "You're welcome." ”

This is, he suddenly felt a little sense, turned his face to look at Tang Wanrong, and saw that Tang Wanrong seemed to look at him with some reproach.

"Ahem, the next poem is for the county lord." He faked coughing twice and said.

The maid who was waiting next to her immediately stepped forward and laid out a piece of cold gold Luowen rice paper to facilitate Xu Xian to write poems.

Xu Xian glanced at Tang Wanrong, and then lowered his head to write poems.

After a while, the poem was written, and Xu Xian presented the rice paper with the poem in front of Tang Wanrong, and said in a low voice: "County Lord, this is the poem I gave you." ”

Tang Wanrong took the poem with some anticipation, thinking that the poem given to her this time could be the Qixi poem sent to her at Muyang Academy last time, okay?

She took the rice paper, and read in a clear and soft voice: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. ”

After Tang Wanrong finished reading, the whole person was silent, and looked at Xu Xian in a daze.

"Please don't blame the county lord, there is only half a poem in this poem." At this moment, Xu Xian didn't dare to look at Tang Wanrong.

He has a weak heart, he is not afraid of Tang Wanrong's identity as a county lord, but he has already married Bai Suzhen, and he can't give Tang Wanrong any promises.

After a while, Tang Wanrong asked in a choked voice, "Is it really only half a song?" ”

"Yes." Xu Xian replied.

The second half of this poem uses two historical allusions, and his poems are not enough to change perfectly, but "if life is only as it was first seen" is what he wants to say to Tang Wanrong.

And this song "If life is only as first seen" is like him and her, there is only a beginning, no end.

Tang Wanrong couldn't hold back the tears rolling in her eyes any longer, and finally stood up suddenly, and fled into the attic with her jade hands tightly covering her small mouth.