Chapter Seventy-Five: Good Wine and Good News

Wine and beauty, accompanied by music, friends talking, so happy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The time was fast, and it was already afternoon, and the group began to descend the mountain and return to the city.

"Little sister, I'll enter the city in a while, how about sending you back first?" In the carriage back to the city, Ouyang Wenfeng said to Ouyang Shimeng.

"But where are you going to play?" Ouyang Shimeng definitely wanted to go back, but he also knew that his brother and Zhu Zhenguo were going to spend a lot of time.

"I haven't seen Zhenguo for a few months, so I should drink a few times." Ouyang Wenfeng didn't care about his sister's opinion.

"Brother, you went to Miss Song's place to drink, but you took Zhenguo as your companion." Although Ouyang Shimeng's words have no special meaning, there is some taste in his heart, probably unhappy Zhu Zhenguo always lingers in this place of painting.

Ouyang Shimeng's words made Song Meixian, who was sitting in the carriage on the side, feel embarrassed.

"Little sister has a crush on Zhenguo?" Ouyang Wenfeng also knew that there was no one left and right, and Song Meixian was also his own person, so he asked bluntly.

"Phew, brother, what are you talking nonsense?" Ouyang Shimeng is different from ordinary women, although she was told something by her brother, she didn't blush, but looked angry. It's really different from most women in this era.

"Huh. . . My brother doesn't talk nonsense, and when he gets to raise someone in the autumn of this year, my brother will let this Zhu Zhenguo come to the door to propose his relatives. I think my father is also willing. Ouyang Wenfeng seemed to be talking to himself.

Hearing this, Ouyang Shimeng quieted down and didn't speak, but her expression was extremely sad. It's not that Ouyang Shimeng doesn't have a good impression of this Zhu Zhenguo.

It's just that I'm not ready to marry a woman in my heart, and I've never thought about this question, and I suddenly said who I want to marry in the future, which is really not a surprise, but a little frightened. Ouyang Wenfeng's words seemed to knock over a five-flavor bottle in Ouyang Shimeng's heart, but Ouyang Shimeng's heart was not at peace at this time.

sent Ouyang Shimeng home, and the two carriages went straight to East Lake.

At this time, it was still a little early, and it was just evening, and the group went straight into the painting boat. Song Meixian was also thoughtful, and ordered the little maid to go down and hang a sign on the dock that did not welcome guests, and instructed the back kitchen to tidy up a table of meals.

Not long after Zhu Zhenguo and the others sat down, the old mother also came in to greet him, Zhu Zhenguo didn't have a good impression of this old bustard who saw money, but Ouyang Wenfeng had been warmly entertained by the bustard for the past two years, but he became close.

"Yo, I wish Gongzi a great visit today, it's really brilliant, the painting boat is shabby and the hospitality is not good, I hope you will forgive me." The old mother is good at human feelings, and she smiles when she sees people.

"Mom is polite, I'm sorry to accompany Wen Feng today." Zhu Zhenguo also knows that politeness is also needed, which is also Ouyang Wenfeng's face.

"Where do you say Zhu Gongzi, the old body is looking forward to the stars and the moon every day, and I hope that Zhu Gongzi can come." Lao Bustard is telling the truth, since this Song Meixian and Ouyang Wenfeng have a close relationship, this income has increased more than ten times, and it is also the blessing of Zhu Zhenguo's plagiarized Nalan Rongruo's poems.

"Mommy, is there anything else? Wen Feng and I have some personal things to say. "Zhu Zhenguo is finished, and he also wants to drive people away.

The old bustard didn't know what it meant, so he said a blessing and withdrew with a smile on his face. When I went out of the room, I told the little maid outside the door to be thoughtful.

"What do you have to talk about in Zhenguo?" Ouyang Wenfeng asked.

"This time I want to talk to Wen Feng about the last few things, but recently I Zhujiazhuang and the lake bandits in Fushui Lake have been fighting。。。。。 Zhu Zhenguo briefly talked about the recent incidents, of course, he skipped the top secrets such as robbing the Tiger Head Gang.

"Zhenguo is really dangerous when he says this, but this Tiger Head Gang is lawless, but it can't cure them. When you go back, you must report it to your father. Ouyang Wenfeng said angrily.

"I have reported to the master, but it is not easy to solve this matter, and the master has his own arrangements." Zhu Zhenguo is also afraid that Ouyang Zheng has too many things and has forgotten about his own affairs for a long time, and it is also beneficial to have Ouyang Wenfeng by his side to remind him.

Zhu Zhenguo is very anxious about this matter, and if he can't solve it for a day, he won't sleep well for a day.

It's getting dark, and the East Lake Wharf is still full of people coming and going, but many people passing by Miss Song's painting boat are a little puzzled when they see the sign of closing the door. Many of the regular customers also started talking to each other.

"Why is this Miss Song closed today?" A scholar who often comes here asked.

"I'm afraid that Miss Song is in poor health today." Another young man dressed as a young master guessed.

"Where is the physical condition, the two of you don't know, today Miss Song came to the painting boat with a nobleman." The man who spoke had apparently asked about something before.

"Where did the noble person come from can let Miss Song receive her alone behind closed doors, it's really a big show." The scholar also said that the eyes of scholars have always been above the top.

"Hey, hey... I want to say my name, you don't talk like that, this sandbank East Lake painting boat, as long as this person comes, which one will be closed to thank the guests, it is Zhongjing Jie, everyone is here, and you have to invite the invitation. But the one who spoke was a showman.

"You have such a big breath, if it weren't for the county magistrate, how could the magistrate come to East Lake to listen to the music." This scholar is right, if Lord Junfu wants to listen to the tune, send a subordinate to recruit, which painting boat Qingqi people do not rush to provide door-to-door service services.

"Don't believe it, this Qingshan Zhu Zhenguo is in Miss Song's painting boat today, do you still say that I have a big mouth?" When the speaker finishes selling, the answer will be revealed.

"This... If you want to say that it is Qingshan Zhu Zhenguo, where can I still do so much with you. After saying this, the scholar walked away in a huff.

The son, who said that Miss Song was in poor health before, also looked at the painting boat with a yearning look when he heard this, and walked to the side after a while.

But the man who was selling had a smile on his face, and felt that he had succeeded in his trick, as if he had gained some benefit. But he didn't leave, as if he was going to go to the next person who doubted to say a few more words.

The wine and food are all on the table, and the cups are being changed, and Song Meixian is tuning and making music on the side, which is really enjoyable. It is no wonder that people in the world say that reading is good, but reading is high, but it is true that the life of a reader is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Full of wine and food, the spirit was also comfortable, and it was time for the banquet to disperse, Zhu Zhenguo and Ouyang Wenfeng also left East Lake together. Only Miss Song was left on the boat gang and sent the two away with her eyes.

Zhu Zhenguo was still worried along the way, everything that should have been done had been done, but the process of waiting for the result was teaching people not to be so comfortable.

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