The night is as cold as water, the sky is distant and clear, shrouded in an incomparably endless black curtain, the silver brilliance overflows the shining jade plate, the world is sprinkled with clear light, the zither strings are fluttering, the song and dance are rising, and the flying color sleeves are weak and boneless white wrists, it is really a beauty like a flower across the clouds, dancing in the moonlight, graceful posture, gently swinging, as soft as the clouds, as elegant as the wind, like a fairy above the heavenly palace.

"At the beginning of the month, Xinlin Jinhuashu. The lover's play is in the spring moon, and the slender Luo is swaying. The gentle voice like a warbler flowed out of the hall, and the moonlight was as transparent and clear as water, pouring in, and everyone quietly enjoyed and listened to the beautiful song and dance, slowly, as if drunk.

It was already midnight, surprisingly, Han Rui didn't feel the slightest sleepiness, but after a few drinks, he felt a little hazy, as if floating in the clouds, very comfortable and comfortable, closed his eyes in a daze, learned the posture of the Confucian next to him, half-lying and half-sitting on the seat, listening to the melodious singing in his ears, as if he was drunk but not drunk, as if he was awake but not awake.

After feeling that it had been a long time, the fragrance on the first floor was fragrant, Han Rui opened his eyes, the delicate and delicate chin curtain came into his eyes, blinked his eyes, reacted, Han Rui quickly got up and sat up, and said apologetically: "Miss Jiangzhen, it's really rude." ”

Kneeling next to him, faintly revealing the fragrance of her elegant skin, Jiang Zhenying shook her head with a smile, suddenly bowed, and said softly: "Han Langjun, thank you......"

Knowing what she meant, Han Rui waved his hand and whispered: "It's just a matter of being entrusted by people and being loyal, but it also causes you to not return at night, I hope Mrs. Zheng won't blame you." ”

Jiang Zhen smiled, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, competing for beauty, stroking his sleeves lightly, and whispered: "Shicai has already sent the maid back to explain, Eminem learned about this, it is too late to be happy and thankful, how can he blame Langjun." ”

Indeed, after the banquet in Xiao Yuan, all the celebrities in Yangzhou scattered and returned, but I heard that some great Confucian celebrities held a party at the post station, and I don't know how much I want to participate, but unfortunately my identity and status are not enough, so I have to sigh.

"Han boy, wake up, come over quickly, ...... How about giving it to the old man. ”

A drunken voice came, Han Rui didn't understand, looked sideways, but saw that in the center of the hall, a group of Confucian scholars gathered on the table, you pulled me and pressed, as if they were fighting for something.

"It's Yu Gong's ink treasure." Jiang Zhen reminded quietly.

Yu Shinan's true work! In another thousand or hundreds of years, but it is a priceless, rare treasure in the world, it seems that it is meant to be given to himself, Han Rui's spirit was lifted, and he quickly stood up and walked quickly.

Not only thousands of years later, is now, Yu Shinan's handwritten calligraphy, is also a rare ink treasure, because he is also a person who cherishes feathers, he knows that his reputation is long, but he rarely shoots the book, although he lives in Chang'an, I don't know how many dignitaries come to the door to ask for words, want to moisten the pen with a thousand gold, but also can't ask for it, so calligraphy is less in the market, more and more precious.

"Brother Han, how about this copybook."

"I won't let you suffer, the old man is willing to exchange the long-cherished Erwang calligraphy."

"Don't listen to him, the two kings may be fakes, does the little brother like Yin Shang bronze vessels......"

"The authentic handiwork of Zhang Zhi in the Han Dynasty!"

"The Seven Sons of Jian'an...... Manuscript fragments. ”

In an instant, before Han Rui could figure out what was going on, everyone surrounded him in turn, gossiping, shouting and making trouble, and the things that came out of his mouth were also rare treasures in the world.

When a Confucian scholar saw that others had promised a lot of profits, one piece was more precious than the other, and he was immediately anxious, and he didn't think about it, and shouted: "...... There is a true handiwork of Yu Gong's court meeting. ”

Everyone was stunned, and immediately couldn't cry or laugh, and even Yu Shinan shook his head with a wry smile.

Knowing that there was something wrong, the man's face turned red, and he still said stiffly: "It is the same as Yu Gong's true work, the value should be similar, and it should be exchanged equally, and Brother Han will definitely not suffer." ”

The others laughed for a while, ignored it, and continued to pester Han Rui.

Feeling that his head was as big as a fight, Han Rui hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "Everyone, let me think about it for a moment before making a decision." ”

It's easy to talk about it, and it took a lot of effort to calm everyone down, and Han Rui was at peace, squeezed into the bookcase, and his eyes immediately lit up.

But see the bookcase, neatly spread the best paper, on it is Yu Shinan personally written the teacher said the article, in italics, calligraphy with the pen handsome and round, the glyph is slightly narrow and especially beautiful, horizontal and vertical, the gesture stretches, a piece of peace and elegance, the weather is thousands, can be called everyone.

The inscription, the inscription, the bright red official seal, a few crosses, illustrate the process of the formation of the article, mention the celebrities and Confucians present, and specially explain that it was given to Han Rui, and the blank space between the lines is also attached to several commonly used private seals of Yu Shinan, which is particularly precious.

"Gong Yu......" Han Rui saluted respectfully, his face full of excitement.

"Give it to you, and receive it." Yu Shinan smiled approvingly: "You must also remember that the poems and articles are exquisite, but the Six Arts Sutra must not be slack. ”

Han Rui hurriedly agreed, carefully packed up the book, that look, it goes without saying, the Confucian scholars next to him shook their heads and sighed lightly, knowing that Han Rui was unwilling to cut his love.

There were also a few who didn't give up, and stepped forward and whispered: "It's to be careful and treasured, but you can also consider my proposal again." ”

"Otherwise, the old man will keep it for you for a few days."

Someone said with good intentions, which provoked everyone to heckle and unanimously despise his harboring evil intentions.

Han Rui did the same, and chuckled: "Don't bother Mr. Meng. "Roll up the book, handle it carefully, and decide not to let it out of my sight until I get home.

"Ugh."

Everyone shook their heads and dispersed with regret.

Joy from the heart, the corners of his mouth naturally couldn't hide his bright smile, Han Rui walked briskly, returned to his seat, and was greeted by Jiang Zhen's gentle voice.

"Congratulations to Han Langjun." The beauty is smiling, the beautiful little face is gorgeous and moving, the skin is like jade, and under the background of the moonlight, it looks crystal clear and transparent, and there is an indescribable meticulousness.

A pun, Han Rui only understood one of them, smiled proudly, raised the calligraphy in his hand, and whispered: "After I frame it, I will borrow you to watch it for a few days." ”

"Thank you." Jiang Zhen smiled, her eyes were brighter, and they seemed to be clearer than the bright moon in the sky.

"The bright moon shines on the high-rise building, and the streamer is wandering......" This is the poem of Cao Zhi's resentful song, but I know what the mood of those Confucian scholars is, he roared a few words of debauchery, patted the bookcase, and shouted loudly: "Little girl, don't always whisper with Xiao Langjun, come and sing and dance for the old man to comfort the sad feelings." ”

"Disrespecting the old ......" Jiangzhen's beautiful little face blushed, whispered and disgusted, stepped on the lotus foot, rolled up the fragrant wind, and floated away.

Suddenly, the melodious music sounded again, when the melody continued, the graceful posture of the rouge little girl flickered, as quiet as the moon, as soft as sand, the soft lips were slightly opened, and the crisp and pleasant voice was long, wandering, singing, the three blended, everyone was immersed in it, and I don't know who handed the mellow wine, Han Rui took it and drank it, and naturally he was drunk

Thank you for the rewards of 'Rebirth Against the World', 'Autumn Wind Under the Moon', and 'Rebellion'.

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