picked up all the withering, only to find that the years had passed without a whisper.

After a few days, when Mo Fei walked on Chang'an Avenue again, he found that this place was already so familiar.

"After a while, Chang'an will hold some poetry meetings one after another, are you interested in taking a look?"

Mo Fei shook his head and said with a smile: "Why don't you go and take a look, maybe you can meet one or two wishful husbands." ”

After saying this sentence jokingly, Li Yan glanced at Mo Fei and laughed: "Whoever wants those scum and muddy mud, when they see it, they feel that they are turbid and smelly." ”

This was what Li Yanqi saw in Mo Fei's poems, and took it out to make a joke.

"Presumptuous." Before Mo Fei could speak, someone behind him opened his mouth.

The sun was shining, the river breeze in Chang'an was blowing warmly, and the half-edge was soft and hard early in the morning to pull Mo Fei out, followed by Yaya and Li Yanqi.

Li Yanqi spoke frankly and bluntly. But this person's presumptuous sentence is really annoying, and the hearts of the four people (情qíng) are as disgusting as eating flies in a meal.

Looking back, I found that there was a man standing under the restaurant not far away, the man was holding a fan in his hand, in the season when it was not hot (hot rè), there was still a breeze hanging, the fan in his hand was whirring and fanning, the weather was not (hot rè), and I don't know what he was fanning, which made people feel sour and rancid.

This person's name is Hong Xiaolian, the son of the deputy envoy of the imperial court, who has made some talents in Chang'an over the years, lingering in the courtyard of the ((prostitute jì) jì, making poems with some self-proclaimed talents, drinking wine, and occasionally talking about politics. It's just that it's really pedantic, and arrogant, so that I don't have much insight, but the poetry does have some doorways, although I haven't participated in the literary meeting, and there is no popular poetry outflow, but there are some nicknames.

I just finished participating in the poetry meeting today, Hong Xiaolianxin (情qíng) is very happy, and a large group of talented people are full of praise for the poems he made, which makes him a little fluttering and I don't know why, I don't want to go out of the restaurant, and there are people who listen to such presumptuous words by the riverside. I wanted to be a seven-foot man, but I was described as dirty, and I couldn't help but be annoyed, so I scolded him.

It's just that when he saw the woman under the willow tree by the river, he couldn't help but regret it. The woman's eyebrows are like a clear moon**, her eyes are like (春chūn) Shui Rou (情qíng), a anger and anger, a soul-stirring, a smile, shocking. He didn't (forbidden jìn) looked at it a few more times, his eyes were dull, and he couldn't extricate himself, but the man next to the woman frowned, coughed and signaled, and he came back to his senses.

Thinking of the reprimanding of the girl just now, I was a little embarrassed, and then I tidied up my sleeves and made a gesture from afar. Only then did he think he was graceful and waved away the paper fan and slowly walked towards this side.

Li Yanqi frowned with some disgust, saw that Banyuan was a little resentful, lowered his head and whispered, and then signaled to Mo Fei and the others, and the four of them silently turned around and walked away.

"Stop!" Hong Xiaolian, the man in the green shirt behind him, shouted angrily, his voice was a little sharp, very abrupt, causing a few heads to stick out of the tavern, pedestrians, vendors, runners, and chess players, all stopped what they were doing, and looked at this side with interest. Even the old dog lying under the willow tree broke away from his cloudy eyes, glanced around, and was not interested, and was disturbed by the sweet dream, and barked a few times, and then went to sleep indifferently.

It's just that in this way, Hong Xiaolian's face was a little unbearable, and he was ignored when he broke his knots. What annoyed me was even more annoyed was the man next to him!!

Could it be that he is not a talented man, in Chang'an, due to his later departure from Yanyun, it seems that people are about to forget his original name. Therefore, Hong Xiaolian inevitably had some contempt.

"The young master of the deputy envoy of the Xia Nai Tong Political Envoy Department, just now he abruptly abrupt the beauty, and he sincerely apologized at this time, and he dared to ask the girl's name?" Hong Xiaolian said a few words, seemed to feel a little dry (hot), waved the fan, fanned in the direction of the direction, unaware of the sour and rancid smell, and was extremely complacent, staring at Li Yanqi and the others.

Li Yanqi glanced at him coldly, but Banyuan on the side intended to tease Hong Xiaolian, giggled, and pointed to Mo Fei next to him: "Do you know who he is?" ”

Hong Xiaolian glanced at Mo Fei with disdain, and Banyuan pretended not to see Mo Fei's glare, and said proudly: "He is the top of the list of the Heavenly Society." ”

"The rebellious ministers and thieves who killed the king of Hanyang?"

This Hong Xiaolian was straightforward, screamed, and blurted out, only then did he find that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and he was full of regret in his heart. I didn't want Li Yanqi to raise his foot and kick out, "poof", Hong Caizi, who was full of scenery just now, sat on the ground, causing a commotion among onlookers.

"I really think you're disgusting, I really think I'm a thing, read two lines of poetry, take a fan, you're a genius!? What a dog (fart pì) genius! I don't know if the weather is cold or warm, that broken fan will make you stupid! Rebellious thieves? That's what you dare to say? ”

The riverside was silent, the streets were silent, all the people were silent.

It wasn't until Mo Fei, Li Yanqi and the others disappeared into the crowd that noisy sounds erupted in the surrounding taverns, under the willow trees, and on the streets, stirring (swing dàng) dàng. Only Hong Xiaolian sat there, pointing at the backs of Mo Fei and the others in shame, and scolded a few words angrily to relieve the resentment in his heart. But I didn't want the old dog under the willow tree to go crazy, and kept barking at him, throwing down the fan and running forward in horror, and was chased for three streets before getting rid of it, embarrassed like a lost dog.

"Still angry?"

Along the way, Banyuan was silent, Yaya was always quiet, Li Yan was angry, but after thinking about it, he could only open this chatterbox first.

"Humph! It's just that I can't get used to it, and I'm not angry for a long time, and it's not worth it. "She was very angry, very angry.

After Li Yanqi finished speaking, he thought that this seemed to be a bit similar to his previous self, and suddenly fell silent.

It's not a weak person, but a little cruel, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a great name in Yanyun. It's just that when it comes to what he just did, he doesn't think there's any need to do it.

It's just that in this way, everyone's interest in parading the street is not high, and the four of them stroll around casually.

Now, the Qin envoy is about to arrive in Chang'an, and Mo Fei has been estimating the time when the imperial court will summon the order. In the first battle of Yanyun, Mo Fei returned to Chang'an alive as the main general, but the court kept him aside, did not let him report on his work, and indirectly showed the attitude of the court to others.

Some officials in the imperial court figured out the holy will, and they impeached Mo Fei openly and secretly, and even went out with some rumors, so that there were officials like Hong Xiaolian who spoke wildly.

It's just that the Qin envoy came to Chang'an, and the one in the palace, how should he deal with it? Is it to have the dignity of his emperor or the face of a great power?