"It's really a talent from the country, I didn't expect that you not only have the best literary skills in Zhongzhou, but also have such a wonderful rejuvenation technique." Uncle Ling looked at Mo Fei with praise.

In fact, Zhang Sheng's injuries this time are not big, but not small, because they are all skin injuries, so excessive blood loss leads to dizziness, as long as the bleeding can be stopped, there will be no danger to life. But several of the wounds went into the bones, causing the bleeding to stop. Ordinary hemostasis powder can't stop bleeding at all, Dong Lao has seen Mo Fei's stitch method before, so he recommended Mo Fei to Zhu Po.

For Mo Fei, the stitches were just a minor operation, so it didn't take long for the operation to be completed.

Zhu Po, who watched it, was stunned. He really couldn't imagine that the wound that killed people on the battlefield was an inconspicuous minor operation under Mo Fei's hands. As the general of the Han Kingdom, Zhu Po is particularly aware of the harm caused by this kind of knife wounds and sword wounds, and if this medical skill in his hand is applied to the battlefield, it will greatly reduce the casualty rate of soldiers.

But...... Could it be that he is from the Tang Dynasty, how could he pass on this medical skill to others, Zhu Po regretted in his heart.

However, no matter how powerful the medical Tao is, it is more enviable than not being amazing. In amazement, Father You Zai was puzzled: "It's getting late now, what's the matter with you coming?"

After the palace banquet just now, because of the end of the lamentation of the literary meeting, and the departure for China tomorrow, Uncle Tai ordered to go to Nanyuan to pay homage to Uncle Ram and Mrs. An. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in Nanyuan, I heard that Mo Fei had come to the Sifang Pavilion.

In the previous Tianxia meeting, Mo Fei's poems and songs covered a variety of styles. Among them, landscape idylls such as "Words of Return" are particularly liked by Uncle Tai. And the ram uncle was greatly impressed by the poems such as "Question Xilinbi", and Mrs. An recited melancholy and lamenting poems such as "Dream Order" in the morning and evening.

In general, for Mo Fei, the top of the Tianxia Society, several Confucians liked it tightly.

Due to the large number of talented people at the Tianxia Society and the palace banquet, it was inconvenient for them to contact Mo Fei alone, and now that they heard that Mo Fei had arrived at the Sifang Pavilion, they naturally flocked to it.

Time was pressing, and they didn't come to talk about the scriptures and recite poems.

Among the several great Confucians, only Mrs. An was a woman, and she did not pretend to be awkward, and said bluntly: "Master Mo, if you have time in the future, please come to the Zhiwei Academy of the Qin State to talk about it." At that time, you can also give a lecture on poetry to our girls' academy. ”

Hearing Mrs. An say this, a smile also appeared on the rigid face of the ram: "Exactly, our Boundless Academy will also wait for the master." ”

Uncle Ling pretended to be annoyed and said, "Hey, I brought you here, but you patronized the invitation." Anyway, you should go to our Han Kingdom first. Although our Mengshan Academy ranks last among the four major academies in Zhongzhou, the scenery of the academy is definitely second to none. If you don't believe it, you ask Zhu Po, this kid, he also went out of Mengshan Academy back then. ”

The people who dare to call Zhu Po this kid, the entire Zhongzhou, probably only these old men.

In the face of everyone's warm invitation, it is not easy to refuse. What's more, sooner or later, he will leave the Tang Dynasty and go to Qin and Han, so he will not shirk and say: "Thank you for your kindness, if he has the opportunity in the future, he will definitely go to pay a visit to you." ”

"Yes, good. We are waiting for you to come. After receiving Mo Fei's answer, everyone was happy in their hearts and said hello in unison.

Father You Zai's red face smiled, waved his hand and said, "Okay, we will leave Chang'an tomorrow, let's go back and rest early, so as not to delay the trip." Mo Gongzi healed Deputy General Zhang today, and he lost a lot of energy, and the old man is here to thank him. Such kindness, our Han Kingdom must be remembered. ”

Mo Fei said modestly: "You Lao is serious. ”

But Mo Fei knew in his heart that if he could get the promise of You Zai's father, this trip would be a bargain.

So, everyone said goodbye to Mo Fei one after another, and Yun Yao and Yan Xinchen behind Mrs. An who saw it were incredible, these great Confucians in the world usually looked like an old god when they saw the emperor, but in the face of Mo Fei, they were so kind and kind words.

Mo Fei said goodbye one by one, everyone walked out of the door, and Yan Xinchen, who was following behind, suddenly turned around and said to Mo Fei: "Master Mo, meet again if you have a fate." ”

"Take care all the way."

Mo Fei was just about to speak, and the maid next to him replied first. Yan Xinchen saw that it was Yaya who spoke, and suddenly remembered the previous embarrassment, lowered his head shyly, and hurriedly lifted his skirt and went out.

You Shijing, who was sitting on the chair on the side, looked at Yan Xinchen in the distance, and contemplated with his eyebrows.

Immediately, Mo Fei and Yaya walked out.

Uncle Ling looked at You Shijing and said continuously: "Jing'er, Jing'er, the tea is poured." ”

"Boom!"

"Hey, Jing'er, where are you going? Brother You, your Nizi...... Hi! Is this so? ”

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The corner of the quadrangular building.

Yaya and Mo Fei were strolling down the street, and after a while, Yaya took out the order key from her arms and handed it to Mo Fei: "Na! You Shijing gave it, the key to the Han Kingdom Youjia. ”

Mo Fei looked at Ling Key and was stunned, and did not take Ling Key, but shook his head with a smile and said, "If it weren't for the fact that she is a woman, I really suspect that the two of you have an adulterous relationship." ”

Yaya rolled her eyes at him and said seriously: "Zhongzhou is about to have an accident!" Did you already guess this? ”

Under the moonlight, Mo Fei's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then he regained his composure and said, "I'm afraid that many people have guessed it." Let's go...... Let's go back, Zhongzhou is not chaotic, what's important. The important thing is that I didn't eat enough at the palace banquet, and I want to go back and eat egg scones. ”

Yaya watched Mo Fei walk forward, suddenly smiled, and hurriedly followed.

In the corner behind them, You Shijing walked out and muttered, "You really told him everything." ”

……

In the south garden of the Sifang Pavilion, the small garden incense path.

In a boudoir somewhere in the courtyard, Yun Yao was lying on the bed, with big characters without any image, with a fat hand and a thick thumb in her mouth, sucking in a cute manner.

The indoor lights have been extinguished, but Yan Xinchen is wearing clothes and sitting in front of the window. The moonlight shining through the window lattice was shining on the yellowed booklet on the table.

In the dead of night, if you sit and change to someone else, you will definitely be thought to get up in the middle of the night and peek at the little yellow book that steals incense and jade.

The booklet on the table was the booklet that Yaya had stuffed into her arms, and it was ...... Yaya also pinched her soft ...... Chest.

When Yan Xinchen thought of this, his face turned red. After a long time, I opened the booklet and was pleased to find that the first page had four big characters written on Mo Fei's poetry collection. Yan Xinchen's eyes lit up, it turned out that what Yaya gave her was a collection of Mo Fei's poems.

Yan Xinchen looked at it carefully, and when she saw Mo Fei's handwriting before, she sighed as a celestial. The words on the poems are very different now, presumably this poem was not written by his own hand. Probably copied by Yaya.

However, why did Yaya give her the book of poems? Yan Xinchen had this curiosity and looked at the poems in the booklet. She found out that these poems were poems she had never seen before, and they were not far behind those poems that Mo Fei had written before. There are more than 100 of these rare good poems. "A Cut of Plums", "Drunken Flower Yin", "Plugged Song", "Ascending", "Yonghuai Monuments" and so on, once these poems circulate, they are bound to cause an uproar in the poetry world.

Yan Xinchen's heart was pounding, and it took a long time before he calmed down the excitement in his heart. Seriously chanting poems, through these poems, Yan Xinchen seemed to be standing in front of him, and this Mo Fei was sometimes wild and free, sometimes chic and indifferent, sometimes worried about the country and the people, and sometimes full of melancholy. Everything about him is rich and varied, eclectic. It's confusing.

Yan Xinchen looked at these poems, like a hundred claws scratching her heart, itching, she desperately hoped to have a long talk with Mo Fei. However, thinking that he was going to leave Chang'an tomorrow, suddenly, Yan Xinchen sighed again.

This time I said goodbye, I don't know what year and month we will be able to meet, not to mention, this time I will return to the Qin State, and I will have to face the forced marriage at home.

What the hell is she going to do? Do you want to give in? But she was really unwilling in her heart, this time Datang and her trip, she knew that what made her nostalgic was not only the strange poems, but also a fairy in the world.

Yan Xinchen was depressed in his heart, and casually flipped back: "...... My heart is outside the world, and I love this outside the world. ……”

“…… The old apricot altar is barren, and the desolation is empty. The heart is more washed. ……”

Yan Xinchen looked at these two poems, suddenly smiled, and then "giggled". Although she knew that Xinchen here did not refer to her, there was still an inexplicable throbbing in her heart. This kind of throbbing turned into a hundred turns and thousands of turns, which made her suddenly remember what Mo Fei wrote in the poem: "No one says anything about the dream." ”

Yan Xinchen looked at the night sky and muttered, "Sure enough, no one said it." ”