Fang Yun, who is not doing his job, fell in love with Gewu, although His Royal Highness the Prince of the World after amnesia was a little abnormal, but he originally liked strange things, and he didn't do much cockfighting and dog walking, although he often got some things for Gewu in the yard, but no one came to disturb him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not good to be too low-key sometimes, there are always some bad rumors outside the palace, although His Royal Highness the Prince doesn't go to visit the Qinglou, but Hangzhou City has recently lost a lot of daughters who have not left the cabinet, and Fang Yun still has a criminal record, and many people agree that His Royal Highness the Prince did it.

But the power of Yan Wangfu is enough to crush anyone in Hangzhou, even Wang Anshi does not dare to talk about the affairs of Yan Wangfu openly, so everyone who really lost his daughter does not dare to come here to ask, after all, there is no evidence, if he really blames His Royal Highness the prince, it will be troublesome, even if he really asked his subordinates to do it, there is nothing to be done.

"You don't let people take care of the rumors outside, really." Qiao'er sat under the plane tree angrily, eating cherries fiercely, even if she was angry, she didn't stop her mouth.

Fang Yun, who had just finished Taijiquan, shook his head helplessly: "I can't manage this matter, can I still send troops to stop their mouths?" ”

"If you really want to do that, it's still fishy, I've already sent someone to investigate, and I guess there will be clues soon." Fang Yun didn't want to be a scapegoat, although he didn't care about this reputation, but he wanted me to carry the black cauldron, it was impossible.

In the rivers and lakes, there are some chivalrous, and there must be some crooked ways, and there are still flower thieves in Jianyin women.

Although Jiangnan is prosperous, but there are more three religions and nine streams, and the public security is not very good, but no one has done too bad things, after all, if the government is in a hurry, it is not a matter of catching fast, but the government soldiers have intervened, there are not many government soldiers in Hangzhou City, even if the government soldiers are not strong, but there are nearly 10,000 people, you really want to surround those martial arts masters, and ensure that you can't run.

At the beginning of April, the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is getting better, someone on the side of the canal opened a poetry meeting, a post was sent out, many people are proud to receive the invitation to the poetry meeting, Yan Wangfu will naturally not fall, whether there is anyone to go, but it should not be forgotten, not only respect it, the principal also wants to get closer to Yan Wangfu.

"Yuhang Poetry Club, with spring as the theme, Qiao'er, do you say I'll go." Fang Yun took the invitation card that had just arrived, the palace had received a lot of this thing, and naturally this thing could not enter the hands of the prince, so he often gave it to Fang Yun, but he usually threw it away.

But this time there are some great Confucians, officials, and even a talented man who has passed the top exam, in short, Fang Yun, who has not participated in the ancient poetry meeting, has some interest, and the reason why he did not participate some time ago is that his body is too weak, and he is better these days, and he has some intentions about this.

"Your Highness wants to go, otherwise how would you see this today."

"Sharp teeth, you little girl knows a lot."

"Doesn't Your Highness like me with my sharp mouth?"

"Hehe, all the teeth are used for eating." Fang Yun is very worried about this snack goods, isn't he afraid of being fat.

"Hmph, I'll go play with Sister Qing'er." Qiao'er picked up a plate of cherries, like a proud little peacock, and walked away gracefully, as for why it was elegant, she was naturally afraid that the cherries on the plate would fall out, these were all cherries from the sea in the south, and they were transported quickly, so they naturally couldn't be wasted.

Fang Yun looked at the three cherries in his hand, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of helplessness, His Royal Highness hasn't eaten a few yet, and he let you take them away.

The afternoon is sunny, the scenery is pleasant, Hangzhou is suitable for the elderly regardless of climate or environment, Fang Yun's body is gradually getting better, Yan Wang Fang Yi's face is also a lot better, Fang Yi, who has a dark disease, is not for himself, but more for Fang Yun's body to go south.

Since he was a child, he didn't have a mother, Fang Yi was young at that time, and he was still leading troops to fight everywhere, Fang Yun played with the two little maids every day, or it was the nurse who took him, Mr. was also quite helpless for His Royal Highness the Prince, in Yanyun, everywhere His Royal Highness the Prince passed, there were chickens flying and dogs jumping, and others had to laugh with them, Fang Yi, who knew this, could not do anything except helplessness.

The son is not the fault of the father, although Fang Yi likes to lead troops to fight, but as a prince, he is usually very elegant, although he is not very good at poetry, but the Four Books and Five Classics are not read through, and he knows a lot.

After coming to Hangzhou, although Fang Yun had amnesia, his body gradually improved, and some doctors were still amazed, saying that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World's physique should be suitable for the south, mainly they couldn't understand why Fang Yun's physique improved so quickly.

Even martial arts training can't be so exaggerated.

I heard that my son, who had been obedient for a long time, was going to participate in the poetry meeting, and my father also asked if I needed to buy a few poems to show my face, but His Royal Highness the Prince of the World also said that I didn't need to, I had read a lot of books recently, and I wanted to be able to make up a few famous poems.

Fang Yi looked embarrassed, what kind of poems did you make before, there was a large white goose on the ground, one two, three or four...... If you say this, won't it make people laugh out of their big teeth?

As a result, Fang Yun looked righteous and said, "Today's poetry will be my protagonist, you just wait." ”

Fang Yun didn't take a carriage, he rode the tall heavenly clouds and went out of the palace with Song Changdao, there were not a few people in Yuhang at night, and I heard that there was a poetry club, many readers also surrounded them, the closer to the bank of the canal, the more people, even if they couldn't climb up, it was good to look at it from a distance.

After all, there is more than one boat in the river, and there are some big boats next to it to join in the fun, if possible, get on these boats, and when the poetry meeting is over, you can also show off with others, after all, they are also the first to know, they are talking about how good the poetry of who is who, or how many top girls in Qinglou have been seen, that posture, that face, ouch, it's really amazing........

The poetry will be on a painting boat, the bow and stern are engraved with lifelike peacocks, in the place of boarding, there are many people and messy, Song Changdao is also very careful, although there is no need to worry too much, after all, His Royal Highness has a bright guard and a secret guard, and there are murderous people, often can't go in front of him, but Song Changdao is a guard with professional ethics.

Fang Yun's handsomeness is well-known in Yanyun, I don't know how many Qinglou girls heard that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World went south, but she cried and her eyes were red, His Highness is so handsome, except for being a little thin, he is good in other aspects, and his kidneys are not weak, he is very strong, and every time he stays overnight, at least hundreds of taels of silver are smashed down, there is really no such a good Highness.

Fang Yun, who got off the horse, walked in the crowd, definitely standing out from the crowd, and many poor scholars who were watching couldn't help but discuss, is it possible for such a handsome man to be a woman dressed as a man, but there are also people who observe carefully, and there is no prominent Adam's apple at all, so this man is really excessive, is it possible that he wants to kill all the girls in the poetry club?

The poetry meeting started immediately, some low-ranking scholars had already boarded the ship, and when Fang Yun was about to board the ship, some Confucian officials in horse-drawn carriages came one after another, and Fang Yun followed closely behind, lining up to enter, but a sour Confucian couldn't see it.

"At such a young age, he is so big, is his seniority higher than that of the old man?" Liu Xiyao is notoriously mean Confucianism in West Lake, but some people say that he abides by etiquette, although he has some bad reputation, but people do have talent and learning, and the name of Confucianism has been for many years.

Some old men glanced back at Fang Yun, and there was some surprise in their eyes, this person was handsome, but a little bewitching, handsome like a woman, and because of Liu Xiyao's words, he didn't have a good impression at all.

For the envy, jealousy and hatred of these people, Fang Yun didn't have good eyes, even if that Liu Xiyao had a loud voice, but Fang Yun didn't pay attention to him, and without waiting for Fang Yun's apology, Liu Xiyao had a cold face, snorted lightly and walked onto the painting boat.

Some high-level figures came, and the servants at the door would shout their names, why did these Confucian officials come so late, naturally for the feeling of all the attention, Liu Xiyao's name was shouted, and some talents came forward one after another, although Liu Xiyao was a little annoyed, but this kind of fame still made him very comfortable, and from time to time he said some poetry questions about talents, which made these unknown talents very excited, and the Confucians remembered their names, and poems, how happy it was.

Liu Xiyao is so coincidental and has a very good memory, especially for personal names, it is this kind of small means that makes these scholars respect him very much, and it also makes him slowly become a so-called Confucian.

As a big man walked in, Fang Yun walked in slowly, and the people at the door were stunned when they saw the invitation of Yan Wangfu, and then the whole person became nervous, who is coming, not the prince, is it possible that His Royal Highness the prince, this little person is not sure, so he plans to call the name of Yan Wangfu.

Just as he was about to roar, Fang Yun patted him on the shoulder: "Don't shout, low-key, low-key, don't reveal my identity, understand?" ”

Although the person blinked and didn't understand why, he still nodded, and the person was immediately stunned by the big ingot, and he didn't even look at the person walking over, patronizing and biting the silver.

"(28K) sterling silver!"

Liu Xiyao saw Fang Yun come in, and he didn't hear any shouting, so he was naturally more confident, although Fang Yun's clothes looked a little rich, but maybe he was a rich businessman's child, so he deliberately glanced back at Fang Yun and snorted coldly in front of many talented people.

The people who can come to the painting boat are all human spirits, they all looked at Fang Yun, and their first impression was that this man was handsome and handsome, but you, a person who didn't even have a reputation, actually provoked a contemporary Confucian, wouldn't you be looking for death.

Fang Yun saw some people, including a few scholars he met during the spring outing, a few people surrounded Liu Xiyao, squinting at him, and a few gathered aside, including Liu Yunhe, one of the four great talents in Hangzhou, and Xu Zhiyuan, the son of Taishou.

These people's expressions were a little surprised, I don't know why this person provoked the great Confucian Liu Xiyao, but I always know that this person will not have a good time at today's poetry meeting.

Fang Yun, who found a corner, sat down and said hello to a few people beside him, but unfortunately they were all human spirits, and they didn't pay attention to our Royal Highness, but they didn't fall into the well, and just watched coldly.

Fang Yun didn't feel uncomfortable, he drank tea quietly, listening to the songs, the small songs sung by the Qingwan in the ancient Qinglou were also average, the voice was monotonous, the songs were still slow and leisurely, it was so tiring to listen to, although there were some good songs, but they were only a few.

Before the start of the Yuhang Poetry Meeting, Taishou Xu Chenggong also said a word to celebrate, after all, the early spring poetry meeting is like this every year, and it has gradually become a habit, but Taishou can't stay here all the time, so he went back early.

But every time there will be a few people in the poetry meeting, after all, poetry still needs these people to evaluate, the most shocking thing is the former Guanwen Temple University scholar Wang Anshi, of course he sits in the main seat, and there are often two main seats, Liu Xiyao sat up with great enthusiasm, and Wang Anshi just smiled.

Liu Xiyao provoked no one dared to provoke this guy who dared to openly change the law, and there were some results, although he abdicated at this time, but he couldn't mess with it, although they can all be called Confucians, but they are just good, the real Confucianism that can be passed down through the ages, who doesn't have something to do?

Well, Liu Xiyao knows that he has no works to pass on, and he is a great Confucian, but he is shameless, but fortunately, he has some talents, and it is very easy to deal with those young talents.

The poetry club became lively little by little, such as who made a good poem, or which genius meditated and became a poem in seven steps.

This thing just listened, Fang Yun didn't take it seriously, when will this poem start, these talents have already known, I don't know how much brains they have used for this day, just wait for this moment, the sedan chair is carried by everyone, and no one is going to demolish him, after all, you don't know if he made it on the spot, so let's support each other.

However, Fang Yun paid attention to Wang Anshi sitting on the main seat, this guy is very famous, what are the deeds of "Wang Anshi's Change", and the poems of "Hurt Zhongyong" have been passed down for centuries, and they are all used to change the situation in the Northern Song Dynasty in history.

At this time, it has become a change in the internal situation of Qianyang, but unfortunately it is a small effect, and the effect is not great, but fortunately, the border areas are divided and ruled, and the soldiers with good commanders are much stronger than the soldiers in the Central Plains.

Wang Anshi, who was not very successful in changing the law, was not too worried, after all, the country was not his, no matter how hard he worked, a group of corrupt officials and corrupt officials were at the grassroots level, and orders were issued one after another, I don't know how many layers of meaning will be changed, and I don't know how much silver is left.

After all, he still couldn't bear the blow like rain, so he said goodbye to the old man and returned to his hometown, trying to be quiet, Wang Anshi, who had lived in Jiangning for a long time, didn't know that he had received the breeze and came to Hangzhou to settle down.

Although Wang Anshi has abdicated a long time ago, he has brought many people with him, all of whom are officials in the court, and there are many disciples who have great power.

Xu Chenggong is naturally not small as a taishou power, so naturally he doesn't have to grovel, as long as he has respect on his face.

With the passage of time, the Qingwan also walked out, and the scene was extremely lively, among them was that Chu Fei'er, since he saw Fang Yun, he was a little angry, he invited him over that day with his own reputation, and he didn't come, just heard that this person provoked Liu Xiyao, let him laugh when he thought about it, a rich kid, I don't know what he relied on, this invitation is also a business friend of the Su family.

The Su family in Hangzhou is a famous cloth merchant, and also operates some private salt, the three generations of the Su family are all businessmen, and there is a side line to take the Jinshi, and enter the upper class of Hangzhou in one fell swoop, at this time the Su family can be regarded as a behemoth in Hangzhou, not only rich, but also famous, which is amazing.

The Su family is good, but most of the Su family's friends are still businessmen, businessmen, with the smell of copper, thinking that this handsome boy is nothing more than that, Chu Fei'er always looked at Fang Yun, and the graceful woman beside her was a little curious, so she asked.

Chu Fei'er glanced at Liu Xiyao, thought about the rejection of the spring outing that day, and then talked about it with a smile.

The more the poetry will be more and more wonderful in the end, the early stage is often some unfamous readers to write poems, and the later stage is naturally the time to be wonderful, one of the four great talents Liu Yunhe has become a Wing Chun, the grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple Dou Fangfei.....

"Good poems, good words, Yunhe has been reading sage books lately, and I'm afraid your poem is going to be in the limelight tonight." Liu Xiyao couldn't help but praise a few words, although Liu Xiyao's character was not very good, but a Confucian praised a back like this, Liu Yunhe couldn't help but be moved, and made a slight move.

This poem can be regarded as a work of pressing the box, some famous gentlemen, officials have discussed, good poetry, not to mention others, it is still possible to be famous for a hundred years.

Even Wang Anshi, who was as steady as Mount Tai on the side, smiled slightly and nodded secretly.

Xu Zhiyuan, as his friend, was naturally happy for him, and some of the top brands in Qinglou couldn't help but look at Liu Yunhe, with smiling eyes, it is conceivable that he doesn't have to go home today, as for who to live with at night, or with a few people, there is no need to say much, this is a wonderful thing, just think about it.

Chu Fei'er smiled and wanted to sing a little song to Liu Yunhe first, these Confucian officials are all from the past, talented and beautiful, Qianyang is good at this time.

However, Liu Xiyao glanced at Wang Anshi, nodded when he saw that he didn't care, and signaled him to continue, so he coughed lightly, and the painting boat quieted down, knowing that this great Confucian wanted to speak.

"The young man sitting in the corner, yes, that's you, stand up." Liu Xiyao pointed at Fang Lin.

Fang Yun, who sighed, was thinking about whether I should stand up or sit, but after thinking about it, he still stood up and respected the elderly.

"I wonder what Mr. has to say?"

"Hehe, I don't dare to teach you, I just want to ask you why you came to the poetry meeting so late, not to mention that you came later than me, but later than all the adults, I think you are conceited of your talent, but no one knows you, and you think you should be uninhibited?" Everyone has heard of Liu Xiyao's meanness, but when these words came out, it was also terrifying, this is to force people to death, obviously you are angry, and you brought a bunch of people, these officials heard these words, naturally they had to stand up to Liu Xiyao, they didn't care who this young man was, after all, a group of them in Hangzhou was enough to settle most of the problems.

And Wang Anshi seemed to have seen through everything, and watched Liu Xiyao show his might expressionlessly, without the slightest intention of helping, after all, who knew that you were the son of King Yan?

The pins in the painting boat could be heard at this time, and the talented and beautiful women looked at this handsome man one after another, some of them felt a little pity, but they dared to speak there, Yan Shihan next to Chu Fei'er frowned slightly, although she heard Chu Fei'er say something just now, she could feel that she was a little disgusted with this person, although the meaning was not strong, but she could also see it.

As for Liu Xiyao's words, he blocked anyone who wanted to help, even if Xu Zhiyuan and Liu Yunhe felt that something was wrong, they didn't dare to speak at this time, but the two glanced at each other, and swallowed a little saliva, the guards all rode first-class horses, this is not something that money can do, this is definitely right.

At this moment, the enemy of the whole world is not counted, Fang Yun has confidence, not only the thousands of poems in his belly, not to mention that he is also His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, so he still has no scruples, and his momentum is not weak, but this old guy is really excessive, just because he came late, he wants to kill someone, think about it, if he wants to be an ordinary scholar to be treated like this, how can Hangzhou City have a foothold for this person, it is not good to jump into the river and commit suicide directly.

It is very interesting to argue with reason, Fang Yun doesn't like to carry the banner everywhere, and being a low-key talent is king, so he asked: "When did the poetry meeting start?" ”

Liu Xiyao frowned, but still said, "Before the time." ”

"Then I want to ask, am I late?"

Fang Yun was naturally not late, but someone else was early, but this provoked public anger, Liu Xiyao stood up angrily: "Yellow-haired child, you are still quibbling at this time, who doesn't know that the poetry club will naturally come early, seeing that you are full of copper smell, you will know that you will also have some strong words." ”

"That's it, Liu Gong said that you just listened, and I don't know if you are a showman or a jinshi."

"A merchant who turns into the eyes of money all day long knows the silver, and he comes to make a lot of fun."

At this time, even the people next to Fang Yun were telling him jokes, giving him a look, and moving the chair away from him, there was no doubt that no one thought that someone would stand up for him, everyone looked at the jokes, these people didn't care about Fang Yun's feelings, they just wanted to see it as a joke, and they were naturally happy.

People in the world are like this, there are very few people who send charcoal in the snow, but there are quite a lot of people who put icing on the cake, but unfortunately Fang Yun doesn't need others to join in this excitement, the palace has everything, it's okay to give Lao Tzu 10,000 taels of silver, maybe he can be happy for a few days.

Wang Anshi felt a little interesting at this time, this kind of thing has not been seen before, the arrogant poor scholar has provoked a big man, and there are many people who have been forced to die in a few words, of course, this is not poor in front of him, but Liu Xiyao was directly forced to a dead end, but he still looked relaxed, which is very curious.

"Hehe, talent, poetry? I just thought of a poem, do you want to read it? Fang Yun didn't pay attention to Wang Anshi's gaze, no matter how sarcastic everyone was, they were all immovable, as safe as Mount Tai.

"Hmph, get him a pen!" Liu Xiyao looked at him with a sneer, not believing that this person could write any good poems.

Not only him, but everyone didn't feel hopeful, maybe this person was a little talented, but Liu Yunhe's Wing Chun just now was really amazing, and the jackpot of today's poetry meeting was naturally won by him.

Wang Anshi didn't think he could make any good poems on the spot, he felt that it was not interesting, he shook his head slightly, and many talented people saw Wang Anshi shaking his head slightly, so they were even more coaxed, everyone is a cultural person, and no one is spitting dirty words.

This nameless young man, no one believes that he can write any good poems, even if it is very good, but without Liu Yunhe's Wing Chun, he will be degraded to nothing.

In everyone's hearts, this little white face is a small boat in the rushing river, which will sink at any time.

Fang Yun lifted the pen, sharpened the ink, and practiced Wang Xizhi's calligraphy in his previous life, and he was not bad, at least it was the level of calligraphy, although he did not enter the realm of the grandmaster, that is, the realm of the next pen into the wood, but it was not bad.

Coincidentally, there has never been Wang Xizhi in this world, and the calligraphy that has been the first in China for 5,000 years.

The poem is called "Spring Travel on the Qiantang River", not to mention others, these five words are like a blade, the pen is like a dragon and snake, and some of the talents behind him are surprised, so it attracts more people to watch.

Qiantang Lake is another name for West Lake, because in ancient times Hangzhou was called Qiantang, everyone heard the name of the poem and knew that the West Lake was written at this time, Liu Yunhe and Xu Zhiyuan glanced at each other, some time ago the spring tour of West Lake, just met this person.

Fang Yun wrote word by word, and naturally someone read: "In the north of Gushan Temple, in the west of Jia Ting, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low." ”

In just two sentences, Liu Xiyao frowned, as for the ensuing "A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallows peck the spring mud." "It also brings the artistic conception of spring to every paragraph, what is called Wing Chun, at this time, the spring is strong.

Liu Yunhe saw that his temperament in writing poetry was extraordinary, and although he had never seen that handwriting, he sighed slightly in his heart: "I am not as good as this handwriting." ”

The poem is not finished, "The flowers are gradually charming eyes, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoe." ”

At this time when this poem was read, Wang Anshi, who was drinking tea with his eyes closed, also looked at this handsome young man with some surprise, if this poem has a good ending, it should be of the highest quality.

Some talented and beautiful people remembered the scene when they went to the West Lake a few days ago, the green grass was like a blanket, wasn't it just that there was no horseshoe, and each poem simply described the picture of the West Lake vividly.

"I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade!" Writing, writing and ink.

Fang Yun wrote faster and faster, and when he read the poet according to the artistic conception at this time, he found that everyone was shocked!

These talents closed their eyes slightly, and slowly read that the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in spring was completely depicted by him, do they need to be added? No, this poem is enough to be passed down through the ages, what is a talent, and those who can write this kind of poetry are not counted, so what are they?

Wang Anshi involuntarily frowned and recited a new poem, opened his bright eyes, and found that the young man in front of him was not simple, how could this be a poem that ordinary talents could make?

Because of his outstanding handwriting, more people came forward, and when they saw Fang Yun's font, they found that it was a font they were not familiar with, but the beauty of this character was like seeing Luo Shen everywhere.

"Fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, and fluttering like the snow of the wind. ”

A calligrapher walked forward, couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but use a sentence from Luo Shenfu to describe the charm of this word.

Liu Xiyao was a little stunned, when he saw this word and this poem, he knew that this person was a great talent!

"Good words, good poems!"

…………………

Fang Yun wiped his sweat slightly, his spirit and spirit were condensed when he wrote, otherwise he would not be able to write good words, looking at the stunned crowd, Fang Yun put down his pen and ink, smiled casually and turned his head away.

His departure, no one dared to stop him at this time, although there was a lot of disrespect, but talented men should be like this, although a little arrogant, but some women like such people, at this time I don't know how many women's eyes are attracted, such a handsome and literary man is rare.

Although Fang Yun left, there were more people who were worried about the ink treasure on the table, and some of them were stained, this font was really unusual.

Wang Anshi looked at the font carefully, and became more and more curious about who this person was, who was this young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, so good, why he hadn't even heard of the name, although he only left the word, but the word 'Wenmo' really rarely appeared, after all, a person's words, often have to be worthy of this person.

However, this person's "words are literary ink," and seeing him write poems and words, this person is worthy of his name.

Liu Xiyao looked at the words on the table, still thinking about those poems in his head, and his eyes were dark for a while, and he was so angry that he fainted.

Someone hurriedly took him to Langzhong, but more people studied who belonged to this painting, Wang Anshi left, and they didn't want this painting, and they quarreled.

Fang Yun had already left on his horse at this time, Song Changdao didn't know what was going on inside, but His Royal Highness the Prince of the World was smiling, and he knew that he was very happy inside.

Su Wenbin looked helpless at this time, he didn't want to give this character to anyone, but these old men were all cattle, and he didn't dare to provoke him, he asked the person just now, and told him that this son was from Yanwangfu.

Who can come to the poetry meeting in Yanwangfu? So young is definitely not King Yan, as for whether it is His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, this is not easy to say, after all, the name of Yan Yun Xiaobawang has been heard of a long time ago, anyway, all the bad things have been done, and the Qinglou has been shopping, but I haven't heard that he has any literary talents, it shouldn't be, as for whether it is a subordinate of King Yan or a young strategist, it is also possible.

Chu Fei'er felt like she was in a dream, she originally thought that person was a merchant's child, but as a result, she didn't mention it, but the resentment in her eyes slowly emerged, as if she had lost a lot of face.

Yan Shihan, who was sitting in the carriage, was going back, as the head card of the Spring Pavilion, she naturally wanted to go back at night, otherwise her mother would have said her again, although her mother never worried about which man she followed casually, it was because she was high-spirited and looked down on ordinary people, but the young man in white was really curious.