After a farewell, the two places hung on each other, only saying that it was March and April, and who knows five or six years. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The lyre is played without intention, the eight-line book is not transmitted, the nine rings are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion wants to be pierced.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to resent.

I can't finish a thousand words, and I am bored and rely on the column.

Chongjiu ascends to see the lonely goose, and the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

In July, half burned incense and asked the sky, and in June, everyone shook my fan, and I was cold.

In May, the pomegranate red is better than the fire, and it encounters gusts of cold rain to water the flowers; In April, the loquat is not yellow, and I want to be upset in the mirror.

In a hurry, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water; Drifting, the kite string broke in February.

Hate and hate, resentment and resentment, hatred and resentment are intertwined.

I wish I could, in the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man.

The two guys took the work written by Yue Feng as an unfolding.

"Good poems, first from one to ten thousand, tell the woman's thoughts about her lover, and then use ten thousand to one, describing the pain in the woman's heart, and finally explain why he always resents him, in fact, he still can't bear to miss in his heart, a sentence you are a woman and I am a man, but also to the sadness of being a woman, as well as the ruthlessness of men, good poetry; It's just that who wrote this charming font, the old man has never seen it, and there is no name left on the rice paper, who wrote it. An old man with a lot of knowledge, stroking the white beard on his chin, exclaimed.

"Such talent, such ingenuity, no wonder it was directly selected by the Purple Lotus girl when the incense was not burned yet, it is really admirable, but I seem to have seen the handwriting somewhere, why can't I remember it!" A scholar in a green shirt scratched his head in annoyance, desperately remembering where he had seen it, but then, someone gave the answer.

"At this time, the handwriting of Young Master Yao Xuan Lou Yue, he is the only one in the entire capital who can write such a thin and bone-like handwriting, like a pine and cypress, and only he will have such an admirable talent."

Then the crowd began to discuss Yue Feng non-stop, and Yue Feng's previous deeds were also kept talking, but as the discussion intensified, the crowd divided into two factions and began to argue; One faction is that Yue Feng is talented, unparalleled in the world, and should be the number one talent in the capital, and the evidence is the poetry meeting of Qing Xianzhai, as well as the popularity of the story of Liaozhai, coupled with the amazing appearance of the thin gold body, every point proves that Yue Feng's talent is extraordinary.

But on the other hand, they resolutely have a negative attitude, although they also admire Yue Feng's talent, but they despise his character, a person who can be a lawyer for killing his wife and children, and a person who can face the red court with his own eldest brother, how can he bear the title of the first talent in the capital.

The two factions were constantly debating with their talents and character, and at this moment, suddenly a strong voice sounded.

"Mother Yun, can this pen and ink be sold to Zaixia, and Zai Xia is willing to pay a thousand taels of silver!"

Speaking is a wealthy businessman, he is not interested in the arguments between these readers, what he cares about is this unique charming handwriting and exquisite poetry, and if he can get in touch with Yue Feng through this pen and ink, he will not make a profit, Yue Feng's previous heroic actions, he can still remember it deeply.

Of course, the smart people present were not the only one who was rich businessman, and many people reported that they had increased their prices, not to mention befriending Yue Feng, just this unique handwriting, shocking pen and ink are worth spending a lot of money to buy.

After just a few breaths, Yue Feng's brush and ink was fried to 10,000 taels, and while people were amazed, Yue Feng's name became more and more widely spread and louder.

"Distinguished guests, I'm sorry, Miss Zilian said that this pen and ink will not be sold, if you like it, you can go and visit your son-in-law."

Yun Shao bowed apologetically, and in the disappointment of everyone, he carefully rolled up the rice paper, and sent it to the boudoir of the purple lotus girl carefully, and during this period, Yun Shao kept sighing that the world was changing too fast, or that he was really old, and it was too unbelievable that a pair of handwriting could be sold for 10,000 taels or even higher.

Everyone got up one after another, ready to visit Yue Feng's private room immediately, but at this time, Yue Feng, Du Chun, and Xiao Jasmine had already gotten up and walked to Zilian's boudoir under the leadership of their buddy, and of course he wouldn't know that one of his works would cause such a big sensation, let alone that what he did had already had bad consequences and harm.

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Before he stepped through the door, a quiet fragrance like a lotus flower had already arrived, which made people feel a shock when they heard it; Walk into the door, the furnishings in the house are very simple, just a few pots of flowers, a few ornaments, but inexplicably give people a comfortable feeling, lift the hanging purple curtain, slowly walk in, a beauty dressed in purple is in the moonlight, sitting in front of the table, like a fairy in the sky, can rise in the dust anytime and anywhere.

No wonder this purple lotus will be sought after by 10,000 people, this beautiful face, quiet temperament, in this dusty land is like the bright moon in the dark night, the lotus flower in the mud, which is unforgettable.

"In Xia Yue Feng, I've seen the Purple Lotus girl!" Yue Feng clasped his fists and saluted.

"Gongzi is polite, Gongzi is talented, it is my honor to have the honor to see Zilian, please sit down." Zilian's beautiful eyes lit up when she saw Yue Feng's appearance, and she stood up with a light smile and welcomed Yue Feng to the upper seat.

Yue Feng exchanged polite views with him, and finally sat down on the upper seat, with Little Jasmine in his left hand, Fat Man in his right hand, and Zilian facing him.

"I don't know who this is?" Zilian asked Du Chun softly, Xiao Jasmine she knew, but she didn't know who this person who was as fat as a pig.

Without waiting for Yue Feng to introduce, Du Chun had a pig-like face from the moment he entered the door, like a blooming chrysanthemum, with a greasy tone, and hurriedly introduced himself: "Hello Miss Zilian, my name is Du Chun, I have no marriage match so far, I like poetry and songs, and I also have a little study of musical instruments, my father is the dynasty..." It's already slowly cooling.

"Ah, what are you doing, I haven't finished introducing Miss Purple Lotus yet!"

Du Chun broke free of Yue Feng's hands with all his might, and glared at Yue Feng angrily, he thought that the other party was a good thing to be bad for himself, from the moment he entered the door, he was impressed by Zilian's quiet temperament and outstanding appearance, and the strong desire in his heart told him that this woman was what he had always wanted, and he wanted to completely possess the other party, so he panicked and talked nonsense.

"No need Du Gongzi, please wait outside for a while, I have something I want to say to my son-in-law alone!" Zilian waved her hand and said coldly, and the two maids invited the reluctant Du Chun to the outer room.