The society will be held tomorrow, Su Yuan is a private manor, the three of them wandered around the ink lake for a while, just saw an old man leisurely fishing, no rain, but the old man also wore a green hat, only a green coat, can respond to the green hat and green clothes slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return.

Li Fengwu is quite interested in fishing, in the memory of that life, when he was a child, his hometown was adjacent to a big river, and he almost grew up in the river.

Seeing this, he stepped forward, looked at the fish pocket placed by the old man in the shallow water, and said with a smile: "Old man, the fishing situation is good." ”

The old man is already in his old age, with old age spots and wrinkles on his face, full of silver hair, he glanced back at the three of them when he heard the words, nodded his head, his voice was extremely vicissitudes, and he felt like a candle flame in the wind, as if he could dissipate at any time: "The next life is here to participate in the Su Yuan Society?" That's a bit more positive, and the society will be held tomorrow. ”

Li Fengwu said with a smile: "Thank you for the reminder, I will know, but I have nothing to do today, so I will come out to play." ”

The title changed from an old man to an old gentleman.

The person who knows about this society will probably not be Bai Ding, this old man is dignified, although he wears an ordinary luxurious robe, and is not accompanied by a slave, but he has a noble atmosphere, and he is obviously a scholar.

The old man's eyes swept over the white goose feathers floating on the emerald green water, and when he saw that there was no movement, he turned around and said softly: "The master of Su Yuan is very hospitable, there are many talented people who have arrived, if you don't dislike it, you can also come to visit, and communicate and study with that Hui Zimu, and Zi Yi will entertain you." ”

Is there any need to ask......

Yang Mai and Li Fengwu were moved when they heard this.

Li Fengwu had no impression of the Southern Song Dynasty Mu to be asked, but since he opened his mind, even in Jiankang, he has more or less heard of the name of Mu to be asked, without him, this person is precocious, extremely famous in Jiangnan Shilin, known as a great talent, can have the style of Su Xian, is the champion of the imperial examination in the second year of Longxing.

I just never thought that this time the Su Yuan Society, even he came from afar, but it made the society a lot more bright.

There is the landscape master Mi Mi Youren, the Shanyin Lu family Lu You who has 10,000 poems in the past 60 years, the popular wood to be asked about the great talent, and Su Ziyi of the Tongan Su family, which makes people have a trace of expectation for the Su Yuan Society.

Li Fengwu smiled slightly, bowed and saluted, "Thank you for the kindness of the old man, I don't have the talent of Hui Zimu to ask, I'm embarrassed to bother, and I'll find it by myself after playing." ”

The old man laughed, but he was horrified and remembered that he would alarm the underwater fish to eat and fish, so he panicked and chuckled: "This is the little official, doesn't this mean that the master of Su Garden treats people with talent, if it is known by Su Ziyi, I am afraid that he will have a dispute with you." ”

Li Fengwu also felt speechless, and smiled apologetically: "It's a late birth faux pas." ”

The old man nodded slightly, this little official is not bad, not like an ordinary scholar, if he says the wrong thing, he will probably cover it up with words, and even quibble, but he can know the small mistakes and change them, quite a big demeanor.

At the right time, it was almost noon, and a black-clothed little guy hurriedly rushed out of Su Garden, came over and saw Li Fengwu and the three of them, was a little surprised, bowed to the old man and said, "Mi Gong, lunch has been served." ”

The old man nodded, and the little man in black stepped forward in a panic to help him clean up the fishing gear.

Yang Mai and Li Fengwu glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes, damn it, after talking for so long, the short and somewhat rickety old man in front of him turned out to be Mi Gong.

In today's Zhenjiang, who is qualified to be called Mi Gong except Xiaomi Mi Youren.

The two bowed at the same time, "I don't know it's Mi Gong, it's rude." ”

Mi Youren packed up the fishing gear with the help of the little guy, lifted the fish pocket, and the crucian carp with five or six tails the size of the palm made a crackling sound in the fish pocket, very satisfied with today's harvest, smiled at the two of them, waved his hand to show that the two of them didn't mind, and then took the little guy into the Su Garden.

Words and deeds are full of wind and candles.

If it weren't for hearing the name of the black-clothed little guy and killing Li Fengwu, he wouldn't believe it, the old man in front of him who was nearly eighty years old and about to die was the generation of grandmaster Mi Youren who founded a school with his father.

The literary world of the Northern Song Dynasty is brilliant, and the Southern Song Dynasty also has great enchantment.

It's only been a year, and I met Zhou Bida, the leader of the literary league, worshiped Lu You as a teacher, and there is a Yang Mai who is not famous in later generations but will eventually become a great Confucian......

Back at the inn, Yelu Maitreya and Zhu Zhao'er had already returned.

Yang Mai took the scholar back to the room, Li Fengwu sat down with a golden knife, tasted a sip of tea made by Zhu Zhao'er, looked at her silently, and didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Yelu Maitreya found out that something was wrong, stuck out his tongue, and ran away quietly without the same moral discipline, leaving Zhu Zhao'er to bear Li Fengwu's thunderous anger.

Zhu Zhao'er lowered her head, she was panicked by Li Fengwu, she snorted but didn't know what to say, she was worried in her heart, what was wrong, how she looked like she was going to eat herself alive.

After a long time, Li Fengwu said slowly: "We met on the Qinhuai River, at that time you were still a female player in the drunken music workshop, with the name of White Lotus, but after all, you were just a female player, although Zong Ping has power, but he can't take out that much money to redeem you, if I want to be good, before your deed of sale expires, then Hong Fen will inevitably end the game, so that you can't do without the drunken music fang for the rest of your life, if there is no me, maybe you will be on the Qinhuai River for the rest of your life, and you will eventually become a man's crotch plaything, and end up depressed, I don't need you to repay the favor, After all, when I first bought you back to the Li Mansion, it was just a momentary mood, but now, you ask yourself, how will I treat you in the past six months when I have been in the Li Mansion? ”

Zhu Zhao'er was stunned, and didn't understand why Li Fengwu suddenly said this.

Li Fengwu held the teacup with four fingers, and his index finger tapped lightly on the lid of the teacup, making a very rhythmic tinkling sound, which made the quiet and dead room more and more depressing, and the atmosphere was enough, Li Fengwu continued: "I know that you and Zong Ping are childhood sweethearts, but Zhao'er, I will not give you away because he is the great-grandson of Zong Zhong Jiangong, these half a year and night get along, let me make a clear decision, even if your deed of sale expires, even if you are reluctant, I will use means to keep you in the Li Mansion for the rest of your life, Even if you hate me for the rest of your life, this world is so unfair. ”

Zhu Zhao'er looked up at Li Fengwu suddenly, her face was pale, and there were tears in her eyes.

Li Fengwu ignored Zhu Zhao'er Chu Chu pitiful, still with a cold face, "From the moment you sat at the main table of the Li Mansion on Chinese New Year's Eve, this is destined to be something that cannot be changed. ”

was paused, "You keep saying that I am a gentleman, in fact, in this matter, I want to be a bully, this is not just talking, Zong Ping is now in the army, you know, Zhang Jun is my uncle of the Li family, I have many means, but he will never return to Jiankang, you weigh it yourself, whether to choose your freedom, or choose Zong Ping's life." ”

Zhu Zhao'er almost collapsed, and suddenly lost her strength on the ground, with only endless panic in her eyes.

Li Fengwu got up, came to Zhu Zhao'er's side, stretched out his hand to hook Zhu Zhao'er's chin, and gently scraped his pink face with his other hand: "So...... If you go to Jingyan Mountain again in the future, I hope you will do it as an admirer, not because of the love of childhood sweethearts. ”

It is reasonable to admire the high wind and bright festival of Zongzhong Jiangong and go to sweep the tomb and worship; Because he is Zongping's great-ancestor, he has affection. Li Fengwu has no opinion on going to sweep the tomb for the reason of the former, but if he goes for the reason of the latter, Li Fengwu can't bear it, after all, you Zhu Zhao'er is my maid, and sooner or later it will be my concubine, and some bottom lines must not be crossed, "Put me on the bully, Zhao'er, accept your fate, how can I let you leave me, you are mine...... In this life. ”

The tears in Zhu Zhao'er's eyes finally sprouted, turning into big dripping tears, Li Fengwu couldn't help sighing, gently lowered his head and kissed the curtain of his eyes, and said softly: "Without my childhood sweetheart, I, Li Fengwu, will also make you happy forever, this is a promise." ”

The tears were really salty.

Zhu Zhao'er was suddenly petrified, and her heart turned into a mess, and she didn't know where she was.

You kissed me?!!!!!!!

What tenderness......

Brother Zongping, what should I do, I can't even hate it, have I become bad, I still have a little joy in my heart and is ruthless and domineering......

I'm sorry......

Under the window outside the room, Yelu Maitreya, who was eavesdropping on all this, smiled and began to cry......

Tears fell silently.

PS: There are two theories about Mi Youren's birth and death, one is 1074-1053 and the other is 1086-1065, and the latter is used in this book.

Regarding the imperial examination in the second year of Longxing, in fact, this imperial examination should be the first year of Longxing, but there was a mistake in the time when I set the protagonist at the beginning, so I can only continue to make mistakes, and change the time of the imperial examination to the second year of Longxing, this change is really helpless.

PS again: This chapter is swollen and feels a bit female......