The woman's thoughts were guessed by Lin Xifeng, and seeing that the author was still reluctant to come forward, she thought carefully again, deliberately provoked, wanting to lead him to argue with her, after saying this, she kept paying attention to everyone's expressions, and at this time, everyone showed a look of consternation, and she naturally couldn't see the reason. $(). (23) (w) (x).)

"No, no...... I thought that Miss's words were inappropriate...... The scholars were silent for a while, and Xue Weiqian suddenly retorted: "The poet naturally understands that 'words' can be used for 'words', and he still chooses to use 'pen', so he has his wonderful use. Idiotic words' echo, this will not have the poet's hidden charm in the poem, in the bottom I feel that the reason why this poem is called a good work, there are also poets who deliberately use obscure words, so that others can understand deeply, so that everyone can bother to analyze the poem, it is not as plain as boiled water, can be called a good poem. ”

When the woman heard this, she twisted her moon eyebrows slightly and looked at Xue Weiqian suspiciously: "Is this poem written by Gongzi?" She saw that Xue Weiqian liked to "be in the limelight" the most at this time, so she thought of this stubble.

Xue Weiqian hurriedly smiled and waved his hand: "I know that my poetry attainments are limited, so I naturally can't write such a masterpiece, Miss don't talk about it, and Miss is so entangled in the words of this poem, I don't think it was my intention, it should be that Miss is very fond of this poem, so she loves Wu and Wu, and I also want to make friends with the author of this poem......"

The woman lowered her head slightly, and did not speak again, apparently acquiescing.

Seeing this, Xue Weiqian continued: "Since ancient times, it has been a common thing for beautiful women to admire talents, but I advise Miss to go back!" Judging from the situation at this time, this person should not come forward, if he intends to become famous, he will bring this poem to the poetry meeting earlier, instead of throwing it into the West Lake, which may not be cared about, such a person who is not bound by fame and fortune is really very rare. ”

"I know that this work can make him famous all over the world, but he still refuses to show his face, is there really a person in the world who looks down on fame and fortune so much......" The woman sighed faintly, not knowing whether she was asking others or talking to herself.

"I didn't feel that there was such a person in the next place, but now, in the next has been respected, asking myself to throw such a masterpiece in the West Lake, so open-minded, but in the next is not to do, it is not hidden, if it is in the next for this poet author, and see such a good Miss love this poem, in the next will reveal the identity, and Miss to make friends, maybe in the future, but also with Miss to get married, and at this moment compared to this character, in the heart is also ashamed......"

Although Lin Xifeng was as usual on his face, he was already happy in his heart, someone praised him so much in front of him, but he didn't know that it was him who praised him, this kind of scene had never been seen before.

"Miss, don't worry, if Miss and this person are really fateful, they will meet somewhere in the world in the future, just look at the creation of God...... Okay, it's time to go back to Hangzhou City, so let's keep playing! Xue Weiqian relieved the woman, and then sighed, thinking that he couldn't find the person who wrote the poem, he was also quite regretful, turned around and hugged everyone, and finally nodded to Lin Xifeng with a smile, and wanted to turn around and leave.

Although he recognized Lin Xifeng, the two had not spoken before, so they greeted him with a nod and left.

"Childe, wait a minute." The woman took a salute from her waist and said softly.

"What else is the matter, Miss?" Xue Weiqian turned around and asked.

"I think Childe also likes this poem, so it's better for Childe to write the name on the back page of the manuscript!" As she spoke, the woman slowly unfolded the square paper in her hand, of course, with the back page facing up.

"What do you mean, Miss?" Xue Weiqian asked suspiciously.

"The little woman is afraid that someone will copy this manuscript in the future, after all, you all know the full text of this poem, if someone rewrites this poem, and then at the end of the poem random inscription on a line of words, then he said that he is the original manuscript, and the end of the original manuscript no one knows, then no one can prove that it is false, the only little woman is really difficult to convince the public, at that time, may be all over the city is the original manuscript of this poem, therefore, the little woman wants to let the scholars sign their names on the back page, so that this manuscript is the only one in the world, even if someone imitates, I can't make your signatures. ”

When Lin Xifeng heard this, he couldn't help but nod lightly, he didn't expect this woman to be so thoughtful, and she had already expected that someone would copy the original manuscript in the future.

Xue Weiqian also smiled suddenly, then took the brush from the side and solemnly signed his name on the back page.

"Mr. Zhong, you should also sign your name!" Xue Weiqian handed the brush to Zhong Kang and smiled respectfully, after all, this person's name is not small, and it is better to have his signature on the original manuscript.

Zhong Kang hurriedly took the pen, and a slightly excited smile appeared on his old face, not everyone has the opportunity to sign the original manuscript of this poem.

"Childe, you can sign your name too!" After Zhong Kang put away the pen, the woman's eyes looked at Lin Xifeng.

"Uh...... Forget it in the next place, it's better to let the lady sign it! Lin Xifeng smiled and looked at Liu Lian'er.

"Xianggong, curtain...... The curtain is not very literate...... The handwriting is also ugly......"

"It's okay, it's just a sign anyway." Lin Xifeng said, then took the pen in Zhong Kang's hand, clasped it in Liu Lian'er's hand, and then held her little hand, and wrote the three words "Liu Lian'er" on the paper with jerky fonts, and she smiled happily.

Next, Zhong Kang called a dozen more scholars, one by one to sign their names on the back page, and after doing this, the woman folded the manuscript again and put it away.

"Please don't keep the manuscript properly, this is the only way to find the author." Zhong Kang twisted his beard and laughed loudly.

"The little girl will remember what her husband said, and she will regard the manuscript as precious as life."

"So...... Then he took his leave. Xue Weiqian hugged his fist again, turned around and left.

After Xue Weiqian left, the woman raised her star-like eyes and swept all the scholars, seeing that there was still no one who had the intention of receiving the poem, she hesitated for a while before she whispered: "That's it, I'm afraid I won't sleep tonight......"

After sighing, she also turned and walked towards the maid, and at this time she forgot to say goodbye to the gentlemen, and the maid hurriedly ran over, took the woman's arm and stood still in the lamplight, as if whispering something in her ear.

Lin Xifeng also walked towards the willow curtain, his eyes kept flashing on the woman's back, looking at the woman's lonely back, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, especially the woman's sentence "I'm afraid I won't sleep tonight", so he didn't know what to do for a while.

With Lin Xifeng's modern thinking, it is naturally difficult to understand that ancient women would be crazy about the poetry of scholars to such an extent, no wonder many women only admired a certain scholar to learn, so they paid for it, and it is no wonder that Xu Wei has the heart to sell his reputation and reputation, as long as there are heirloom poems, and then a little rhetoric, women are really not a thing.

Walking to Liu Lian'er's side, looking at the slightly lonely and lonely back of the woman who was only a few meters away from him, Lin Xifeng lowered his head and thought for a while, and made some decisions in his heart, and then took Liu Lian'er's hand and walked towards the woman's side, and when he passed by the woman, Lin Xifeng suddenly groaned softly: "I swung my sword and turned around, and the blood was like red lips." Pushing physics must be fun, why use the floating name to accompany this life. ”

After chanting this, Lin Xifeng's pace also sped up a little, and after a few breaths, he and Liu Lian'er disappeared at the corner of the bluestone slab.