The bustle of Yuhang, where people come and go, the noise of the restaurant, and the chuckle on the painting boat, all show the vitality or decay of the city, Fang Yun strolls on the drizzly streets, listening to the people on the street talking about yesterday's events. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What is a big deal, naturally there is a great talent who made a poem that resounded in Yuhang, and stunned Liu Xiyao, a great Confucian, and I heard that the great talent looks like a jade tree in the wind, chic and dignified, the handwriting is as beautiful as a shock, and the pen is like a god, this is not a genius, so who is?

The spring trip to the Qiantang River was praised by everyone for a while, but who is Wenmo? This pen is confusing, this young genius is amazing in poetry, but the two words 'Wenmo' are clearly his 'words', and he has never even left his name.

Although some people say that he is arrogant, but praise this person is more, just a poem although it is amazing, but the handwriting is shocking, I heard that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man wrote such a handwriting, the font is unheard of, but the word, is really 'floating like a cloud, like a dragon'.

It's that this person's 'words' are written and ink, which really sets off his handwriting.

Song Changdao silently followed behind, listening to the rumors on the street, and wanted to ask His Royal Highness the Prince who was strolling leisurely, isn't this text and ink your words, but this poem, this handwriting, will not be yours, Song Changdao thought about His Royal Highness the previous Prince, and quickly shook his head, it shouldn't be, although His Royal Highness used to be smart and had a good memory, he read or something, although he was not serious, he could often memorize it after reading it a few times, but after a long time, he still forgot it completely.

He didn't believe that after His Royal Highness lost his memory, he was so powerful in just a few days, but it was not impossible, some characters in history were also smashed in the head and enlightened.

But His Highness's brain may have been in the water, and it has never been smashed!

Hu Biao opened a bloody path in the crowd with a strong and fierce physique, there happened to be an entertainer here, and his martial arts looked very powerful, Fang Yun approached to see if this river and lake were as chivalrous as in the novel, and there were chivalrous women everywhere.

"Hah!"

The fluffy man pressed the tip of the gun with his neck, his dantian was angry, his face was red, and he moved forward step by step, only looking at the gun made of iron, it was bent a little bit, he walked to the wall step by step, the gun was already bent, and the heavy iron gun was thrown on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Okay, the man is amazing."

"Is this gun iron?"

"That's a real master."

"It must be fake." A scholar suddenly questioned.

The strong man was honest and didn't know how to speak, he just shook his head, but there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child beside him, although his little face was immature, he was very handsome, and he stared at the little face and said angrily: "You can just know if you try, my father didn't deceive people, everyone who has money holds a money field, and those who don't have money also throw a few copper plates." ”

The questioning scholar frowned and stepped forward, intending to pick up the iron gun to expose their scheme, only to find that it was extremely heavy, and he couldn't pick it up, and retreated back to the crowd with an embarrassed face, but he still shouted unwillingly: "A group of fake tricks, you Jianghu people know that you break the law and break the taboo, and you will come out to cheat people out of money if you learn some martial arts." ”

As soon as the scholar spoke, everyone was like watching a lively scene, and they didn't want to give money, because this sentence came out, and those who didn't want to give money left their words indignantly and withdrew one after another.

The young man pursed his lips and took a deep breath, but the tears in his eyes were about to come out, but the strong man glanced at him, and the young man wiped his tears, didn't cry, and began to clean up the guys on the ground.

He didn't understand, his father was performing so hard, just for the sake of money, why the scholar couldn't look past it like this, the scholar was really damned.

"How to say it, often the reader who has learned a little knowledge is the worst, because he doesn't learn well, but he also knows a little bit of the market, and he always thinks that he is right, so well, the worst people are often high and low readers." Fang Yun thinks so, because their knowledge has not yet reached a high depth, they have received setbacks, and they still do not admit defeat, it is very likely to go astray, the scholar just now, a clear-eyed person knows that he is not used to looking at people in the rivers and lakes, and it is very likely that he has been bullied by this kind of person, so he wants to find trouble.

The two of them, who were cleaning up their affairs, saw a rich boy walking in front of them with a guard, the little boy was a little cautious, and the strong man was the same, but the rich boy just took out ten silver ingots from the guard's hand, each of which was ten taels, and handed them into the little boy's hand, and then left with the guard.

"Dad, here, this is silver, a hundred taels." The little boy looked at the silver in his hand, his eyes widened, but he also hurriedly put it into his father's arms, after all, he was so young and his martial arts were not high, and it was possible for someone to steal it.

"Hanchen, why didn't you thank him, do you know how many days we can eat this hundred taels of silver, and do you know why they divided it into ten pieces of silver for us?" Zhuang Chinese was not good, and the little boy, who was still a little happy, pouted and did not dare to speak.

The strong man shook his head helplessly, picked up his bags and turned to leave, and the little boy easily picked up the bent iron gun and hurriedly followed.

The voice came from afar, "That boy is afraid that we will use the entire one hundred taels of silver to buy things, and be remembered, and I know that it is not easy for us Jianghu people, you ....."

The breeze and light rain had already stopped, after all, he couldn't even get his clothes wet, and he wasn't afraid of the wind and cold, when he was about to arrive at the palace, Fang Yun turned around and asked, "What is the realm of that strong man?" ”

"It's also a first-class master, it's enough to enter the room." Song Changdao thought about it.

"Superb ..."

"His Royal Highness has been much more generous in rewarding these artists in the past, and there are a lot of times for a thousand taels of silver." Song Changdao smiled and said, "But after His Highness lost his memory, he was not so generous." ”

Fang Yun sneered: "The one thousand taels of silver I rewarded before, how long can they spend it, if they don't have any real skills, they will be borrowed before they leave the city." ”

Song Changdao looked embarrassed, but it was true, and he had heard about it.

"Do you say that the people in the rivers and lakes are so miserable, and the first-class masters actually come out to perform." Fang Yun had some doubts.

"Naturally not, a master like this, if he really has no money, he will often go to rob the house, the landlord and the old wealth, naturally it is their main target, but His Royal Highness rewarded them because they had this martial art, but they didn't go out to do bad things?"

Fang Yun was silent, when he came to this world, he naturally wanted to walk around and take a look, but the rivers and lakes in the book are often different from what he imagined, maybe not so chivalrous and tender, nor so colorful, just stepping into the eyeballs of the small rivers and lakes are full of bitterness.

Speaking of which, everyone's rivers and lakes are different, some people's rivers and lakes are big bowls of drinking, eating meat in large pieces, and some people's rivers and lakes are full of swords and swords, but more people's rivers and lakes should be intrigues, poor, and even sold as coolies, Fang Yun feels that there should be many fledgling hot-blooded young people, who have been pitted out with big teeth.

Fang Yun, who walked into the palace, immediately ushered in two little maids, they read the poems at yesterday's poetry meeting, one of which was written by Wenmo, and the two looked at him in disbelief, could it really be written by His Royal Highness the Prince of the World?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, tell me quickly, whether you wrote it or not." Qiao'er held his arm, and the two high mountains on his chest rubbed together, making Fang Yun really unbearable.

"Of course it's me, this son is so handsome and chic, extremely smart, just one or two poems." Fang Yun was not ashamed of stealing poems, and felt that if he didn't write it, it would be a waste.

"Your Highness, why don't you write me a poem too." Qing'er blinked, smiling and holding Fang Yun's right arm.

"Okay, I'll be inspired."

"Really? When is there inspiration. ”

"Around the end of the winter."

"Your Highness!!"

"Your Highness, you bully people."