Zhao Xian smiled and nodded, sniffed lightly on the peach blossom, paced a few steps slowly, and faced everyone: "Legend has it that once upon a time, there was a young scholar named Cui Hu who went to Beijing to take the exam, and it was the Qingming Festival, so he went to Fanchuan for a spring outing. I was thirsty all the way and came to a farmhouse and knocked on the door to borrow water. The door opened, and out of the house came a girl, she brought tea, leaning on the peach blossoms with her back, her cheeks were crimson, and she was more like a peach blossom. The two fell in love at first sight, but they couldn't confess to each other. After Cui Hu drank the tea, he had to thank him again and again and walked away. Since then, the image of this girl has always haunted his mind. ”

No matter where the love story is, it is extremely lethal to women, not to mention the delicate ladies like An Birou and Ye Sha, who have scholarly dreams, can't help but be curious when they hear this.

Ye Sha saw Zhao Xian holding the peach blossom and raised his eyes in contemplation, and couldn't help but step forward and hurriedly said, "Zhao Xian, then?" ”

An Birou also looked at Zhao Xian a little embarrassed, and said softly: "Then? The scholar didn't go to the girl. ”

Zhao Xian saw that the atmosphere was brewing enough, so he continued: "In the Qingming Festival of the second year, Cui Hu went to look for it again, but saw that the peach blossoms in the farmhouse courtyard were still brilliant, and the chai door was locked and there was no one. Disappointed, Cui Hu inscribed a poem on the chaimen:

Last year in this door today,

The peach blossoms on the human face are red;

The face of man does not know where to go,

The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

The scene was slightly quiet, and countless women's hearts were entangled, and even a few readers who were originally disdainful were attracted by this poem, and slowly leaned around to listen.

An Birou's heart tightened slightly, and she couldn't help but speak: "When that girl sees this poem, she should understand the scholar's mind, right?" Did they get married? ”

Zhao Xian sighed lightly, his face showed a little sadness, and he continued to shake his head and said: "A few days later, Cui Hu went to look for him again, and at this time, an old man came out of the chaimen. After asking the ins and outs of the matter, the old man fell to his feet and cried bitterly, "Since Qingming last year, my daughter has been in a trance and has lost something. This year's Qingming Festival, I went out with her to visit relatives, and when I came home, I read the poem on the door, and she didn't eat water, she was bedridden, and she choked early this morning. Could it be that you are the scholar who harmed her? ’”

"Huh?!" The onlookers were discolored, some were sorry, some were sad, a few glass-hearted girls even cried with a sour nose, and even a few bigwigs who came here at some point were also embarrassed.

An Birou was also slightly shocked, tears swirled in her eyes, she turned her head strongly, not letting others see it, and whispered softly: "Really, is this really the case?" It's too... It's ......"

For a while, everyone looked at Zhao Xian worriedly, looking forward to his return.

Zhao Xian looked at the peach blossoms in his hand and said with a smile: "When Cui Hu heard these words, he only felt that it was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and everything was burned. He begged the old man to let him see the girl again. He went to the girl's bed and called out repeatedly, crying bitterly. An unexpected miracle happened, and the girl gradually opened her eyes and came back to life. So, the couple finally became married. ”

"Hmm..." everyone breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there was a lover who eventually became a family, otherwise this spring would have stepped out of the taste of mourning.

Xu Ziqing didn't expect this little peach blossom to have such a poignant origin, but he laughed at himself for giving Miss An flowers, but he couldn't even say why, but it made Zhao Xian tell such an attractive story to be in the limelight, his face was red and white, and it was extremely ugly.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red, and the human face did not know where to go, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze." An Birou was stunned when she heard this, and her eyes were misty: "It turns out that this peach blossom has such a beautiful story, Zhao Xiangongzi, thank you for your teaching, is there really such an emotion of life and death in the world?" ”

"Overlapping tears, life is only love and hard to die, emotion is the foundation of people, old and strong love, there are countless in the world, Miss An doesn't even have a husband, why bother to think about these things that have not yet come in advance." Zhao Xian smiled slightly, and as he spoke, he flicked the flower branch in his hand and slowly handed it to An Birou.

Yijun, who was in the distance, looked extremely unhappy, sat in the carriage and threw the fruit shell, and said angrily: "Tell me a story, but there is no Father-in-law Liu below, and he is so careful to tell stories to others, I am angry..."

"Overlapping tears and words, life is only love and hard to die." An Birou whispered, her face was red and cloudy, her little hands trembled slightly, and she had the heart to take the flower branch, but she was inexplicably hesitant.

Xu Ziqing was in a hurry, why didn't I think of it, this is both a flower and a poem, which woman can not be moved? He was secretly annoyed, although he had always despised Zhao Xian's behavior, but after seeing Zhao Xian's performance today, even if he considered himself suave and chic, known as the world's first talent, he had to admit that when it came to coaxing girls, he was not at the same level as Zhao Xian.

"Zhao Xian Gongzi..."An Birou's face turned red, she bit her cherry lips lightly, her snow-white little hands opened and closed, closed and opened, and her thoughts were surging like a sea tide: "This peach blossom, you, do you really want to give it to me?" ”

"Oh..."Why did I get into the play like this, so that Yijun could not strangle me yet, Zhao Xian hurriedly sobered up, and said with a smile: "Originally, it didn't hurt to give you this peach blossom, but this story is inappropriate, so as to avoid misunderstanding, I will take it back." ”

Zhao Xian hurriedly flicked the brilliant peach blossom from An Birou's slightly open little hand, and actually took it back, and threw it to Shen Yu's little maid who was watching the play.

Xu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, this Zhao Xian was just showing off, and he didn't seem to have much thought about Miss An, he hurriedly said: "Exactly, exactly, he is just a guard, and if he has nothing to do, he will ruin the reputation of other people's young ladies." ”

An Biru stretched out her hand in the air, opened and closed it slightly, and then slowly put it down, her face showed that she continued to decline, she lowered her head, not letting others see it, and said softly: "Gongzi Xie told me the story of this peach blossom, Birou remembered it." ”

She bowed slightly, her gaze fell on the flower branch in someone else's hand, and it was gloomy again.

Xu Ziqing hurriedly sent the peach blossoms in his hand to Miss An, and was happy: "Miss An, Zhao Xian is not right, you don't pay attention to him." That beautiful story, I am also very moved, you see, my peach blossoms here are all picked for you, do you like it? ”

Miss An looked at the bright peach blossoms in her eyes, breathed lightly, felt uncomfortable in her heart, heard him shout a few words, and then came back to her senses, and a trace of apology flashed on her face: "Young Master Xu, what did you say?" ”

Xu Ziqing pretended not to care on his face, and smiled chicly: "These beautiful peach blossoms are all specially picked by Xiaosheng for Miss You, I don't know if Miss likes it or not?" ”

An Birou hummed softly, her eyes secretly glanced at Zhao Xian, her face was red, and she was a little gloomy, and said lightly: "Gongzi Xie is kind, this peach blossom is very beautiful, but the flowers and branches are like people, and there is always only one one that I like the most." ”

What this means... Xu Ziqing was angry in his heart, he failed to send flowers twice, his face was red and white, and he couldn't help but spread his anger on Zhao Xian, who was chatting with Ye Sha, and was angry: "Zhao Xian, you are just a left commander of the Imperial Forest Army, and you dare to make a big statement in front of Miss An and the princess if you don't go outside to inspect?" Get out of here! ”

Zhao Xian smiled, patted the cloak on his shoulder, and said lightly: "No matter how low a hero is, a person like Brother Xu who can only hit my knees when he stands on the shoulders of giants, doesn't it feel ashamed to say that I am presumptuous?" ”

"Hahaha!" Several people around were also amused by this sentence, and the old emperor standing behind stroked his beard and said to the scared old prime minister Xu Ming: "These two young people are very interesting." ”

"The old minister has no way to teach his son, and I ask Your Majesty to forgive me." Xu Ming is about sixty years old, he looks quite serious, he is proud of this son in his life, but he didn't expect Xu Ziqing to be forced into such virtue by a kid today, and he can't help but be annoyed.

"It's okay, young man, how to polish the water chestnut without a little water?" Doctor Xie Mole smiled and looked at Zhao Xian with appreciation.

And the old man An, who was behind the tiger, looked at Zhao Xian's high-spirited appearance stupidly, the sturdy armor and fiery red cloak, and the familiar and unfamiliar face, which made his old face float with a touch of grief, and raised his hand countless times to shout, but he was afraid that the only hope would be shattered like a bubble, and the veteran who was invincible in the past could no longer raise a trace of courage at this time, even if it was just a question.

"You..." At the same time, Xu Ziqing's face turned black with a flush, knowing that Zhao Xian mentioned the matter of the last fight couplet again, he couldn't help but be annoyed in his heart.

"Bang Bang!" When the fat prince saw this meeting, he immediately clapped his hands without saying a word, and said happily: "Since the two of you are not convinced by each other, and they are both famous talents in Kyoto, then I will preside over a time, let you fight a fight, whoever loses will consciously retreat, and I will reward him with a painting of Old Master Lin, how about it?" ”

Seeing this, everyone also gathered around, half of the spring flower appreciation is to enjoy the flowers, and the purpose is not to appreciate the talented women and talented women, how can they not be happy if someone sets up a ring here.

"The birthday of a hundred flowers is a good day, and it is not half of the spring of flowers; Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are draped in splendor, and Shang Lao is embellished with the god of flowers. ”

Just when everyone was waiting, a giggle came, Shen Yu walked to the side of the prince, bowed lightly and said: "It coincides with the Festival of the Gods of Flowers, and the competition between the two sons will naturally add a little fun to today, but both of you are talents who are in the limelight in Beijing, as the saying goes, 'there is no first in literature, no second in martial arts', if it is difficult to distinguish which is stronger and which is weak, it is better for you to fight martial arts." ”

"Fighting martial arts..."

Everyone was slightly quiet, and glanced at Zhao Xian, who was wrapped in armor all over his body, half a head taller than Xu Ziqing, and his big arms were enough for Shen Yu's beautiful eyebrows and waist, and then looked at Xu Ziqing, who was dressed in a literary robe, holding a folding fan, his skin was white and red, and the pink and tender Xu Ziqing swallowed saliva in unison.