The cold weather did not disturb the order in the city, the pedestrians on the street continued, a few Lifu, loading and unloading goods on the street river, the nostrils sprayed a whole white mist, and the rough hands were frozen and cracked, but the supervisor sat in front of the tea shop on the street, and kept warm by the leisurely fire.

A group of scholars wearing robes and holding folding fans wandered on the stone bridge on the side of the street, talking and laughing at the snowy scenery of the city, and from time to time pulled out a few sentences of 'good poems', which attracted everyone to chase after them.

Occasionally, there is a young lady holding a paper umbrella, accompanied by a maid, slowly walking on the slippery bluestone road, enjoying the snow scene on the street left and right, but the delicate big eyes are sneaking around on the bridge, as if choosing someone who is pleasing to the eye.

Whenever this happens, those 'merry talents' will not squint, make a tall and upright appearance, and when the young lady walks by, she immediately shows a hungry wolf-like expression, and looks back at the round buttocks under the cui skirt.

"Phew!"

In front of the grocery store not far from the stone bridge, a tall young man, carrying a cloth bag in his hand, walked out of it, spat on the bluestone slab ground, and his rude actions caused the young lady to frown for a while, but after seeing the person's face clearly, he showed a frightened expression on his face, and ran away with small steps with his skirt.

This man is Zhao Xian, nicknamed 'Chengnan Little Overlord', the boss of the gangsters in Osmanthus Lane, and the younger brother of Mr. Huayu, who is a high-flying and domineering child, but this is just the appearance of his disguise.

Zhao Xian's heart is actually a shrewd and capable software engineer, because of an accident, he inexplicably ran to this place without a computer, became a little child, and was rescued by a girl named Huayu, and more than ten years have passed awkwardly.

For those self-proclaimed 'talents' on the bridge, Zhao Xian can only evaluate them with that spit, because his current profession is a small blacksmith in the south of the city, and it also belongs to an industry that is despised by scholars, but Zhao Xian never thinks that he can only write a few bad articles, and he can't eat enough and pretends to be a poor sour show who is high and noble.

Those 'talents' on the bridge, seeing that Zhao Xian scared the young ladies away, couldn't help but show a disappointing look on their faces, and came out to play, the purpose was naturally not for the snow scene in the city, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was dead, and the young ladies who had water and spirit were good-looking, and they were painting in this poem, not just to attract the attention of the young ladies.

Among the 'talents', a thin monkey-like man in a green robe frowned slightly when he saw Zhao Xian walking by, and said disdainfully: "The reckless man in the mountains and fields is insulting to Sven, and walking with this kind of person simply stains my identity Li Ya, don't you say, Brother Wang?" ”

Zhao Xian's footsteps paused slightly, looked back at the few people, threw down the cloth bag in his hand, and walked towards a few talented people with his fists.

The white and chubby brother Wang, who could recognize Zhao Xian, saw that the situation was not good, and immediately said: "Brother Li, why do you have to be like this kind of rough person, let's go over there." After speaking, he pulled Li Ya's sleeve and prepared to leave.

Li Ya snorted lightly, spread out the folding fan and looked directly at Zhao Xian, and sneered: "I, Li Ya, am arrogant, how can I be afraid of this rude person, Brother Wang, you are really disappointing." After speaking, the folding fan shook gently, and the action was very chic, but after all, it was winter, and when it was blown by the cold wind, his neck couldn't help shrinking, and he took the fan stupidly.

Brother Wang's fat face stiffened, he glanced at Li Ya with a brain-dead gaze, gritted his teeth and said: "What Brother Li said is extremely true, but those who know the times are Junjie, and we are other scholars, and we are definitely inferior to him when it comes to fists and feet, so let's go first." ”

Zhao Xian rolled up his sleeves and walked onto the stone bridge with a smile on his face, his eyes swept over Li Ya, as if he wanted to unload his arms or legs first......

The overseer, Lifu and pedestrians next to him all stopped what they were doing when they saw this, and turned their eyes over, Zhao Xian's name of 'Little Overlord in the south of the city' is not just a casual talk, it is estimated that there is only Huang Tianba, the boss of Wumeng Lane, who dares to provoke him in the south of the city, and now that someone is dead, of course they are willing to watch the play. And the other young people who came with Li Ya, their faces were as black as the bottom of the pot, and they silently pushed away.

"What do you want to do?" Li Ya's words have come out, of course he can't retreat, he raised his hand vigilantly, and said: "I, Li Ya, am a scholar, how can I do it with a rough man like you." ”

Zhao Xian is tall, and the rough place is indeed very thick, but he is not an unreasonable person, since Li Ya put on an appearance that he can't fight back, and insists that he is a barbarian who can only move roughly, Zhao Xian is too lazy to do it, he looked left and right, and thought of this other way to teach Li Ya a lesson.

'Talents' come out to play, indispensable pen, ink, paper and inkstone, at this time on the bridge, then put a table on the rice paper, there is an unfinished painting on it, the scene is a literati, in the bamboo pavilion to write, the artistic conception is good, but this law really does not dare to compliment, there is a wind scratch below the payment 'Changzhou Li Ya'.

Zhao Xian's eyes lit up slightly, he made a surprised look, and said with admiration: "Brother Tai is not Li Ya, a great talent who is famous in the south of the Yangtze River?" I looked up for a long time, I didn't expect Zhao to be able to appreciate Brother Li's masterpieces here, I was really lucky, it happened that Zhao occasionally got two small poems, and Brother Li's masterpieces were very appropriate, so I wanted to ask Brother Li for a few words, I don't know if it was possible? ”

Hearing the poems composed by the 'Nancheng Little Overlord', the masses were immediately in an uproar, and they all didn't believe it, Zhao Xian's body and mixed name are not like a scholar, if he doesn't fight in a down-to-earth manner, and talk about poetry and books with a showman, isn't it asking for hardship?

Li Ya also looked surprised, but he didn't expect Zhao Xian not only not to do it, but also to look at the poems, since it was Douwen, he was not afraid of a reckless man.

Li Ya showed a hint of arrogance, glanced at the onlookers a few times with contempt, shook the folding fan in his hand, and chuckled: "It's this son, you can humbly ask for advice, and you can be a little conscious, what kind of verses, let this son listen." ”

Said that you are fat and you are really gasping for breath, Zhao Xian took the pen and paper, wrote two lines of small characters on the rice paper, picked it up and shook it, and handed it to Li Ya with a smile.

Li Ya pinched her orchid finger and took it with disgust, as if the note had been touched by Zhao Xian, and it insulted his identity as a 'scholar', and glanced at it casually, and was immediately attracted by the content on the note, frowning and studying it carefully.

"What's written?" Everyone couldn't see the words on the note, and they all stretched their necks and asked, wanting to see what kind of 'masterpiece' Nancheng Xiaobawang could write.

Li Ya was urged by everyone, his face was full of impatience, he coughed lightly to brew emotions, and then read aloud in a low voice: "'Sleeping in a grass house and performing words behind closed doors, lying on the wooden couch and playing flute and calligraphy', it is quite appropriate for the occasion and worthy of the ...... of this son."

"Poof! Hahaha..."Before Li Ya's words fell, the audience burst into bursts of laughter, some even covered their stomachs, and they couldn't stand on their feet when they laughed, and they all gave Zhao Xian a thumbs up, and the admiration in their eyes was self-evident. The young man who was traveling behind Li Ya was also flushed, but because of Li Ya's affection, he couldn't laugh.

Li Ya looked inexplicable, and he didn't understand what he was wrong, he said strangely: "What are you laughing at, I didn't read the wrong word." ”

"Who's going to fuck my ass... Eye... Child... Hahaha! A bold Lifu, patting his chest and laughing, pointed at the innocent Li Ya, and said loudly: "You still 'I'll make him comfortable', dare to read it, laugh at me to death!" Hahaha..."

Brother Li's cheeks were blue at the vulgar words, but he reacted immediately, and when he looked at the note carefully, he found that these two sentences without the slightest problem had such a vulgar homonym.

Li Ya's hand shook violently, and her face was pale with anger, and her muscles were bursting up.

Li Ya angrily threw away the note, pointed at Zhao Xian, who was watching the play with his arms crossed, and gritted his teeth and said, "You... You... Sven scum, you wait for me, I'm not done with you! After saying that, he didn't have the face to stay, threw up his sleeves, and left angrily.

"Hahaha!" The laughter in the field was even louder, even the snow on the old trees on the side of the road was shaken, and several women in the crowd were red-faced and hot, and glanced at Zhao Xian with disgust, and a few young maids who watched the excitement asked her master what he meant, which made a group of young women who understood in their hearts, but could only pretend to be confused, and left the place in a hurry, the scene was very joyful.

Zhao Xian pursed his lips and showed a playful smile, this kind of guy who feels superior to others is just not cleaned up, what's wrong with the blacksmith? What happened to the rough man? Self-reliant craftsmen, what's so bad.

"Indecent!"

When Zhao Xian looked at the joke, a reprimanding voice suddenly came from a distance, and when he looked up, it was a woman standing on the side of the street with an unhappy face.