Teacher Cha Cang, who is bright and beautiful, pure and unattached, has never seen a man, and his eyes are surprised and even panicked by her arrival. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info she only deals with cooking tea, stir-frying tea, and boiling tea on weekdays, and she was also taken aback by Fang Zhongyong's expression.

After taking a breath, Teacher Cha Cang came to his senses, looked at Fang Zhongyong with more sincere eyes, and walked forward step by step, smiling as he walked: "Mr. Fang, the third prince of Wang is invited." ”

Fang Zhongyong, as a pure little transparent, was afraid that he would be robbed of the initial warmth by Teacher Cang in his previous life, such a wild and unruly woman, but now seeing Teacher Chacang moving forward step by step, he retreated step by step, retreated, and hit the wall with a "bang".

The whole shoulder blade and back hurt so hard that he couldn't help but let out an "oops".

Dust and floating ash on the walls are also splashed high. Even the friends over there sent concerned greetings to this side.

Leaning against the wall, Fang Zhongyong squinted at it, Teacher Cha. Comrade Cang, still dignified and steady, stood there with his usual complexion. There was no inclination to knock him on the wall, or any kind of inclination, which made his heart indescribably reassured, and there was an indescribable trace of insect-biting loss.

Facing the warm breath of the candle flame, Fang Zhongyong met the Wang Anshi brothers again.

Of course, unexpectedly, among them, there was also a big official dressed in a white robe, with a gold thread rolling over the sleeves, slightly worn out, but full of luxury.

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Chai Lin and Wang Ziyue walked through two whole streets, and during this period, everything they should have.

And Miss Wang Ziyue, in the spirit of everyone's young lady, it is difficult to come out to visit the market with fresh energy, which is also the rhythm of buying everything you can and buying everything.

In the East and West Bazaar, after walking through the two long streets, the inkstone and ink fragrance behind him were already panting, and one person was holding a stack of old and high "trophies".

The rose Kong Ming lantern in front of him only fell smoothly according to the angle of "fluid mechanics" as Fang Zhongyong said, and it was falling on the riverbank in front of him, Chai Lin stepped over first, stretched out his hand to help Wang Ziyue, came to the river, took a fallen rose Kong Ming lantern, and handed it to Wang Ziyue to see.

When Wang Ziyue looked at it, it was really mixed with gold dust with the "rose" petals that Chai Lin said, and Wang Ziyue's Tibetan famous poems were written.

"Rest and lie on the hundred-foot building, and the eyes are high and dawning, ancient and modern. If you don't have the eight pillars of the sky, and learn from Fan Fuzi, you will return to the five lakes boat.

A corner of the moon and sky in the thousands of miles, riding the wind and riding the wind, and also doing leisure travel. Mo Daoyuguan is old, and his voice is strong, and he is still not shocked. ”

Wang Ziyue looked at Chai Lin, and then looked at the poems on the Kong Ming lantern, and had mixed feelings in her heart.

She thought that Chai Lin must not know the grandeur and resentment of this poetic conception, and dissolved the boudoir name [Ziyue] of Wang Ziyue, and the table word [Ling Qiu] in it, and made it with Qixi rhyme, which means intoxication, which makes people's lips and teeth fragrant.

"This is also Fang Zhongyong's handiwork? You asked him to write for you, what you mean in your heart, right? Wang Ziyue leaned low on the railing of the riverside, the moonlight shone on the water, and the jade people in the water stood side by side, which was very beautiful.

Chai Lin didn't say much, just nodded, and then removed the lampshade of the Kong Ming lantern, only used the saved oil lamp to light it again, and lit the rose platform in the center from the lotus seat.

"Thank you, Chai Gongzi," Wang Ziyue looked at the lotus boat that was drifting away, and said softly:

"Today's fifteenth, Shangyuan Lantern Festival, is a time when the moon is reunited, my brothers treat me very well, and they also invite me to have fun together,... It's just that I still think of my mother...... That's the day, when the moon was so big and so bright, and it left me......

It's hard for you to still think about me, you have been with me for so long, spent so much time, put so much thought, made me happy, and done so much, I really don't know how to thank you. ”

Wang Ziyue's eyes, reflecting the clear waves on the riverside, and the afterglow of the moon, bursts of autumn waves, like a high-point attack wave, Chai Lin was numb, and his IQ was close to zero in an instant, and the prototype was revealed, and he said very sincerely: "It's okay, I didn't go around for long, just like a dog, for a while." ”

Wang Ziyue's face was a little gloomy for a moment.

Chai Lin suddenly stretched out his hands and circled around Wang Ziyue, "Wang-Wang-Wang-Wang-"

Well, the IQ is impressive, and this reaction speed gives full marks.

Chai Lin saw that Wang Ziyue was a little stunned, and in order to make her happy, he took out Fang Zhongyong's "Journey to the West" from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Wang Ziyue was slightly stunned, took the book, and faced the faint moonlight on the riverbank, only to see a line of light and dark handwriting:

"Once, a sincere love was placed in front of me, I didn't cherish it, and I regretted it when I lost it, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this. Cut my throat with your sword! Look no further!

If God could give me a chance to do it again, I would say three words to that girl: I love you. If I had to put a deadline on this love, I would like it to be...... 10,000 years ......"

Touching this, Wang Ziyue's hand, as if it had encountered a charcoal fire, suddenly flicked it, and the small flame in his heart lit up. Such a bold, so fiery, such a sultry thing, isn't it the legendary "evil book"?

Look at the reflection of the river for a day, it is the moon in pairs, the thin shadow is reflecting the autumn water, I pity me, I pity Qing.

Chai Lin took it, and the book that was suddenly thrown out by Wang Ziyue was still smuggy, and he said with a big grin: "This is the 'Yue Wenzhai' printed by me and Zhongyong's 'Yue Wenzhai', if this book is not good, we have other types, I am sure you have what you like." ”

Wang Ziyue didn't answer, just stared at the roses and candles floating farther and farther away in the river, and the looming shadow in his heart came to his mind again: What is he doing now?

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Answer: He's fooling around.

After introducing Ouyang Xiu and Fang Zhongyong, Comrade Wang Anshi, the Wang family Sanlang, tonight is a great poem and a great wine.

Ouyang Xiu, the word Yongshu, the drunkard, also known as the 61 layman, Jiangnan Xidao, at this time, because of the abolition incident that just happened last year, adhering to the consistent spirit of the Yushitai and the Zhiyuan, he opened his mouth to spray all kinds of emperor's wrongs, and the hypocritical forces of Zaizhi, and then was demoted from the capital and served in Yueyang.

Historical data shows that in the Great Song Dynasty, the annual paid vacation time of officials ranged from 77 days to 130 days.

Fang Zhongyong accompanied everyone to indulge in the last days of the ********, and on the other hand, he felt the shadows of the upcoming flood disaster and the Songxia War in his heart. The people around him, even though they are all pillars of talent, are not prophets after all, and they can't expect the upcoming natural and man-made disasters.

However, Fang Zhongyong, as a traverser, is properly aware of the historical context, perhaps, this heaviness shows his rather different aura.

At this moment, in a room, between a room, the clothes are fluttering, and the sound of ringing dingdong is endless.

Five or six girls, all of whom are well-born maids in various houses, chirping, melon seeds and nuts, flying all over the sky, clothes and belts fade, wine cups full of fragrance, literati and ink writers, in the meantime, how can they not be poetic.

In the end, there is only one sentence in a thousand words, cool.

After three rounds of drinking, Fang Zhongyong's various liquor orders and drinking methods from his descendants will be exhausted, and Comrade Ouyang Xiu is worthy of being a drunkard, the city will play: what red, white, and yellow each printed a cup of "Three Cups Plenum"; What is a sip at the bottom, with a light on the top, "a hundred birds and a phoenix", what "a thousand miles of dreams in the south of the Yangtze River", "a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren", in short, how bold people are, how much wine.

What's more, the methods of making fun that the descendants did not have were taught to Fang Zhongyong by the drunkard Great Immortal one by one.