The celebration banquet of the governor's yamen was very boring, and officials at all levels in Fengyang gathered together to toast the victory of defeating the army of thieves. Originally, Zhu Ping'an was not qualified to participate, but he was the leading figure in this victory, so he became the second protagonist after Governor Lu Zhenfei.

Although it seems that Lu Zhenfei is quite disliked, after all, he is in officialdom, and many conventions are not exempt. In addition to the delicious food and wine, there were also opera troupes raised by officials' families who came to sing and circus troupes to help the fun, in short, they were happy.

Zhu Ping'an knew that he had traveled to the current era because of drinking, so since he took over the post of 100 households, he rarely drank alcohol, which can be regarded as a wake-up call for himself. But today it is not possible, Fengyang's civil and military officials because of Zhu Ping'an's words at the city gate, his impression is naturally very good, whether it is a civil official or a military general, some of the ranks, have come to drink with him, Rao is Ming Dynasty's alcohol is not high, but after drinking it like this, Zhu Ping'an soon couldn't resist.

In less than an hour, Zhu Ping'an had already fallen asleep soundly on his desk.

After the banquet, Duan Xinian's personal soldiers sent him back to his residence.

This good sleep turned out to be a sleep until the time of the palm lamp. Zhu Ping'an opened his eyes, his stomach was still uncomfortable, and the breath he exhaled couldn't even stand it, so he barely sat up, sweating for a while, it seemed that the wine thing really couldn't be touched anymore.

Suddenly, there was a familiar smell in my nose, sour and fragrant, like a decanting soup.

In an instant, Zhu Ping'an's various senses seemed to recover all at once, and when he turned his head, he saw that a bowl of decanting soup with residual temperature was placed on the table next to him. The soup is as white as milk and topped with tofu, greens and shredded bamboo shoots.

In the morning, I ate at the city gate, and drank so much wine at noon, and the water and rice were for the teeth, although the stomach was uncomfortable at this time, but seeing such a large bowl of decanting soup with good color and fragrance, Zhu Ping'an's appetite was hooked up at once.

Immediately brought the bowl, and after a short time, he ate the essence. Sweating out, the smell of alcohol was almost eliminated, and the spirit was much better.

The house also prepared water for washing, Zhu Ping'an washed his face, and immediately felt refreshed. Although he was a little surprised, Zhu Ping'an thought that Cao Wuxian had prepared it, but it was strange when Cao Wuxian still had such good cooking skills.

Looking at the house, it seems that the few Minzhuang family members who Duan Xinian found as subordinates are very good, and they are very tidy inside and out. Originally, this courtyard was Zhu Ping'an and Cao Wuxian, Cao Wuxian followed Yao Shaoqin's old monster, but the young one was raunchy, and Zhu Ping'an didn't clean this concept at all. Now it seems that the room is cleaner, which is really good.

Zhu Ping'an walked out of the bedroom, the courtyard was quiet, but the surrounding residents were extremely noisy, and the rest of their lives after the catastrophe seemed to be a celebratory atmosphere in Fengyang City today!

Seeing the candlelight shining on the window of the main house at a glance, Zhu Ping'an was drunk, and completely forgot about his new residents here, so he came to see what was going on.

The door was not closed, and on the night of early autumn, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard. Zhu Ping'an stood at the door, leaned over and looked inside.

In the candlelight, a slender figure in a light-colored skirt turned his back to the door, his head bowed, and seemed to be writing a letter on the table. There was an occasional pause, as if in deep thought.

Zhu Ping'an's chest seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he hurriedly rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not dreaming. Familiar dresses, familiar postures, who else but her!

"Yuling, you, when did you come back?" Zhu Ping'an was a little choked up for a while.

The figure slowly turned around, revealing a beautiful face, and her cherry lips opened slightly, as if she was startled by Zhu Ping'an's abrupt voice. That face is clearly not the person Zhu Ping'an thinks about day and night, but Chen Yuanyuan, who lives here temporarily.

Zhu Ping'an woke up from a surprise dream. It's too similar, when Yuling was in Fengyang, she stood at the table like this, or wrote or painted, and she always liked to scare her from behind. Over time, Yuling could tell whether it was Zhu Ping'an just from the sound of footsteps, but in order to satisfy Zhu Ping'an's naughty sense of mischief, she always cooperated and pretended to be taken aback, laughing lightly while being disgusted.

Zhu Ping'an slapped his head violently, "How did you forget about this matter!" What followed was a strong sense of loss, and the person in the dream still left his side.

Zhu Ping'an arched his hand apologetically, "Please forgive me for being abrupt, don't blame the girl." ”

Chen Yuanyuan hurriedly returned the salute, "It's the little woman who occupies the adult's hall and disturbs the adult, it's really the little woman's fault!" ”

"That bowl of decanting soup, is it ......?" Zhu Ping'an didn't enter the door, but took a step back, stood at the door and asked.

Chen Yuanyuan smiled, "The little woman hasn't cooked for a long time, and her cooking skills have been wasted a lot, but she still gets into the mouth of adults?" ”

Zhu Ping'an smiled a little embarrassedly, "There is Miss Lao, it is really too much to drink, so the girl laughs!" ”

Chen Yuanyuan's smile did not decrease, looking at Zhu Ping'an's courtesy, his heart felt more down-to-earth and warm.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew into the main room, blowing up the white paper on the table, and fluttering towards the door, Chen Yuanyuan grabbed it twice and didn't catch it, and his footsteps couldn't help but move forward, but Zhu Ping'an was standing in front of the door, Chen Yuanyuan had to stop chasing again, and watched the paper swaying and falling into Zhu Ping'an's hands.

Zhu Ping'an caught the paper with both hands and glanced at it curiously, but he was taken aback, "This poem, this poem, you wrote it?" ”

Chen Yuanyuan covered his lips and chuckled: "My lord is joking, don't you even remember your poems at noon?" ”

As he spoke, Chen Yuanyuan recited to himself: "I don't hesitate to buy a treasure knife, and I can exchange mink for wine." A warm blood is cherished, and sprinkling it can still turn the blue waves. ”

Zhu Ping'an's head buzzed, and Venus appeared in front of him. How did you say this, how did Qiu Jin's poems become written by herself, when did this happen, why didn't you have any impression at all!

Chen Yuanyuan bowed down to Zhu Ping'an Yingying, "Please read this poem, the loyalty and pride of the adults are fully revealed, and Yuanyuan admires!" ”

Zhu Ping'an turned his hands white like rattles, "No, no, something must have happened, where can I write poetry, I'm just a hundred!" ”

Chen Yuanyuan smiled, turned around and picked up a stack of manuscripts on the table, "The adult is really modest, although he is drunk, he can make such a majestic poem, what about this one, this is found on the desk when the little woman tidied up the room, don't the adults refuse to admit that they did it?" ”

As he spoke, Chen Yuanyuan read it softly: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

After reading it, Chen Yuanyuan's heart suddenly felt a little more inexplicable, "It seems that there is an unforgettable woman in the heart of the adult, who actually told the pain of parting in such a resentful tone." If life is only as it first sees, it is really a word that breaks people's hearts! It's just that I don't know where that woman is now, what kind of fairy character can make such a young man who is both civil and military so infatuated? ”

Zhu Ping'an naturally had no way of knowing Chen Yuanyuan's thoughts, but he didn't expect that a poem he brought to Miss Mu that day would have such a big reaction.

But when she thought of her expression and reaction when she read this poem that day, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but soften her bowels.

"Brother Ping'an, don't hint at anything with this poem, okay? Father is father, even if he opposes you and me again, it is doomed. Didn't you also say that if life is only as it first sees, who made me meet you in the first place! ”

The words are still in the ears.

However, I really can't stand the unborn Nalan talent and Jianhu Woman!

Zhu Ping'an hurriedly hid the poem manuscript in his arms, "A little pastime, not in the eyes of the girl." ”

Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Zhu Ping'an then asked, "Can you please tell the girl what is going on?" ”

The corners of Chen Yuanyuan's mouth were picky, and only then did he tell the cause and effect of what he heard from the soldiers who sent Zhu Ping'an back.

The Ming Dynasty, noble and martial, is no exception anywhere. The same is true for the celebration at noon.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little drunk, and Fengyang Mansion Xue Zheng mentioned yì drinking as a gift. This is also a kind of civil official's favorite link. Of course, there is also ulterior motives in it, Zhu Ping'an is a martial artist after all, although he has earned enough face for Fengyang's civil and military affairs, but the natural rejection between civil officials and military generals still makes Fengyang's civil officials maintain a disdainful attitude towards him, and they also take this opportunity to win back a game and earn face for civil officials, so everyone agreed.

Military attachés like Duan Xinian naturally left the table for various reasons such as urinating, so as not to lose face when they got it.

And Zhu Ping'an had just finished the toast of the officials at this time, he was still drunk, and he was already swaying a little left and right in his seat. Lu Zhenfei sympathized with him, and also thought that although he was enlightened, he might not be able to deal with the difficulties of a well-educated person, so he wanted to order someone to send him back first.

But how could the civil official give up, he soon found Zhu Ping'an, and made it clear that those who couldn't write poems would be punished with three full glasses of wine.

At this time, as soon as Zhu Ping'an heard about this punishment, he jumped up, put on a posture, and thought for a moment, and then impassionedly recited this masterpiece of Jianhu Woman - "To Wine".

As a result, the whole hall was shocked, and even Lu Zhenfei grew his mouth and didn't notice that the wine was spilled.

Although the battle of this poem is not very regular, the pride and loyalty contained in it are indescribable. In particular, this is still the work of a hundred households who have only been enlightened, and what a hundred households are, is a rude and unknown martial artist. But it was this martial artist who made such impassioned words, so that the civil and official feelings of reading poetry and books were embarrassed.