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"Huang Yinjian, what do you mean? Deliberately let me be embarrassed in front of them, right? ”

Cao Peixian grabbed the sleeve of his shirt with his left hand, raised it high above his head, and then pulled it away. The wide sleeves of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info were like a small square rain cloth, torn open on the top of his head. The cold rain in the Qingming season extinguished his fire by two or three points, leaving only a lonely back with frustrated self-esteem after being defeated, and walked forward in the fog and drizzle.

He grew up in praise and praise since he was a child, and naturally he couldn't stand the other party's harsh ridicule. But what is even more jealous and hateful is Chen Zhongqing's eighteen stacks of pipa strings that are close to the demon. Although he hadn't heard the song Huaiyin Pingchu ambush on all sides, but the sound of the piano was stacked on top of each other, and the heavy snow embraced the side of the Sehuma and did not spend the Yin Mountain, just like the Xuanzhi technique of spring thunder, it was no longer the Dacheng realm of immortals guiding the way, but the land immortals who were lonely and cold.

A string is like a celestial phenomenon.

Thinking of that unwavering face, he felt a chill in his bones.

Huang Yinjian sneered, as if mocking Cao Peixian for not being able to see the current situation clearly, he turned his head to look at the defeated and angry "Great Power Hand" behind him, and asked expressionlessly, "Brother Peixian, can't you see who the other party is?" Do you think that an ordinary scholar knows about the collusion between Tobe Langzhong and the imperial merchant Cao family? An ordinary reader would know the secret of the preparation for promotion of the Liangzhejiang Jingluo Pacification Division? Do you know the between your family and the left Cao Shilang of the household? Can a reader without a background pop up this kind of shock of a big hand? Are you blind and don't see who the other party is? ”

Every question of Huang Tingjian is deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

"Besides, you're not the only one kneeling."

Cao Peixian stepped on the waterhole, the mud was stained with his boots, his footsteps stopped, he looked at Huang Yinjian's mocking face, opened his mouth to say something, but finally choked back.

Connecting his words with everything that happened in between, Cao Peixian, who calmed down, felt a chill on his back, and the rain in the Qingming season wet his clothes and cold his heart.

Huang Yinjian continued to explain, his eyes swept over everyone present, the rain wet his hair, and he didn't care about the green silk spread on his forehead, "He knows the inside story of everyone present, and he still penetrates everyone's secrets as a condescending person." He knows everything about us, but we don't know anything about him, and you should never act rashly until you don't know who your opponent is. The most terrible opponent is that you can't see through the other party's bottom line. ”

Huang Yinjian, who has never been afraid of anyone in Yangzhou and Hangzhou, is unprecedentedly worried.

He was afraid that this was the son of a certain Kyoto official from Bianliang, and although he did not have the glamorous appearance of a freshly clothed and angry horse, the words that came out of his mouth were more shocking than any vulgar and extravagant means.

"What should we do? Do you want to go back and please each other in a low voice? ”

Qin Shaoyou wiped the rain from his face, he was also afraid of his flying and domineering style. If they really offend the officials of Kyoto because of this incident, not to mention that their imperial merchants continue to do it, they may directly destroy their family.

Only Su Zizhan stood aside and did not speak. He has no interest in officialdom and secular style, and the gentleman cultivates virtue to cultivate his character, and he has always been reluctant to get involved in certain topics of intrigue.

"I'll send someone to find out who that guy is. Until then, whether you want to take revenge, or whatever, do not act rashly. When the time comes, there will be three long and two short, and everyone will be unlucky. And he will be here, maybe it has something to do with the coup d'état in the imperial court, he shouldn't want to cause more trouble, and we don't have to worry too much about it for the time being. ”

The atmosphere fell silent.

Huang Yinjian still didn't say a word, the old man who set up a fortune teller in Huxin Pavilion had met him in his family, and even his father, who was the prefect of Yangzhou, had to ask in a low voice. The big man is not qualified to ask about the matter for the time being, although he doesn't know what his identity is, but Huang Yinjian has always kept an eye on it.

Under a broken robe, it is the image of a great Confucian who behaves like a deep mountain and a high mountain.

A horse-drawn carriage was coming towards them, and the splash of water brought a tawny curtain of water out of the muddy path. The carriage that Qin Shaoyou had arranged before was now finally coming in handy.

Even Su Zizhan, who never cared about the development of the situation, gradually felt that there seemed to be some undercurrents surging in Hangzhou. He looked back and saw only a misty, but he could no longer see the lonely figure of the Huxin Pavilion.

"Brother Zizhan, don't look at it, let's go."

Cao Peixian sighed, stepped on the carriage with half a boot, and turned around and shouted to Su Zizhan who was walking last.

Su Zizhan replied, "Okay." ”

The momentum of Huxin Pavilion gradually dissipated, leaving only Chen Zhongqing, Song Wanwan, and the fortune teller who refused to leave because of his death.

The fortune teller stared at their backs and smiled, "Housheng, it's okay, I often set up stalls here, and they don't dare to do anything." Hangzhou City is not a place where a few rich children say it is, the Li family, the Su family, the Zhang family, the Huang family, and few of them are fuel-efficient lamps. ”

Looking at the fortune teller's smile, he would always think of the old servant Jia San, and from time to time he would show a deep smile that was completely different from his identity.

Putting aside the inexplicable absurd idea that Lao Jia is a master, Chen Zhongqing looked deeply at the fortune teller, "I just heard the old gentleman say the words of the eighteen stacks of strings on the pipa, and he must not be an ordinary fortune teller." ”

This sentence is a temptation, but also a respect from the bottom of the heart. The dragon lurks in the abyss, and just a scaly claw emerges, which is enough to make people marvel.

The fortune teller was open-minded by nature and smiled at Chen Zhongqing's temptation.

"Hahaha, the old body has a rotten bone, what great things can be done, even if I have fifty years of ambition and hegemony when I am young, it is just a ghost on a rainy night. But, your fart is the antelope hanging horns that don't fall into place. A junior who is a young man has performed well. Those who are virtuous are glorious, and those who are thin are humble. Su Zizhan, who ranked among the top five in Hangzhou's poetry, I thought he was a gentleman who was as gentle as jade, but now it seems that he should be ashamed of himself. ”

The fortune teller stretched out his palm outside the pavilion, held a handful of rootless water that had fallen for nine days, and said with a smile, "Yo, the rain is light." It's time for the old man to go. Young people, there will be a period later. ”

Song Wanwan, who has always been silent, also opened her mouth, "The old gentleman is so windy and rainy, I'm afraid that I will get caught in the rain and get cold, why don't you leave after the rain stops?" ”

The fortune teller behaved with a smile, and he said with a smile, "No matter how heavy the rain is, it can't be more than a cloud and a scoop of water, so what if it's wet?" Hey, even if people don't get dirty, the dust stains themselves. ”

Chen Zhongqing's retained movements paused, and he had already drifted away.

The back of the fortune teller who did not leave his name looked extraordinarily fairy, as if he didn't care about the misty rain in the Qingming season in the south of the Yangtze River.

The heart is like a mirror, why not be afraid of dust?

A man with a story.

"Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid, a cloud of smoke and rain will be lifed."

Chen Zhongqing stood in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and subconsciously blurted out the song "Dingfeng Slope".

The fortune teller paused in his long journey, raised his hand and waved at Chen Zhongqing, and continued to walk forward without looking back. The flag that said Guigu as a teacher and a friend swayed in the wind and rain, as if opening a world and rivers and lakes.

Chen Zhongqing couldn't see the smile on the corner of the fortune teller's mouth before he left.

There are only two people left in the Lake Center Pavilion.

An oil-paper umbrella was stretched out in front of Chen Zhongqing, and Song Wanwan had already wrapped the pipa in cotton cloth, straddled it diagonally on her shoulder, holding an umbrella in her left hand and a cane in her right hand.

Like a graceful little lady next door.

"This rain will not stop for a while and a half, if the son does not dislike the slave family, the umbrella villain is light."

Chen Zhongqing took the umbrella from her hand and said with a smile, "Miss Song, please." ”

Song Wanwan also said softly, "Childe, please." ”

His expression was as calm as ever.

One tall and one short, holding an umbrella together, was involved in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.