Bypassing a corner in front of him, taking advantage of the remoteness, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms, which was used by Abbot Shen Xu for him to make up when he went out.

In less than a moment, Gu Ren's face turned black at the bottom of the pot, and then he wrapped a white cotton belt around his left leg, bent his knees, and tried to imitate the cripple and walked a few steps.

"Alas, for the sake of the five hundred taels of sesame oil money, just barely once."

Gu Ren smiled, walked out of the corner, looked from afar, and saw a mansion.

The gate of the mansion was still open, and the carriage that Sanqi was riding did not enter, and he still stayed at the door and looked at Gu Ren from afar, until he saw Gu Ren limping from a distance, and his appearance had also become black, and then he walked in with a smile.

Gu Ren looked over, and the word "Confucian Mansion" was written in the center of the courtyard.

It seems to be Kong Yishang's home.

I feel that although this Confucian Mansion has a mansion character, the actual scale is not very large, and it is similar to the ordinary courtyard houses of later generations.

Not yet ten years old Zhang lives in the courtyard of Tianji Temple, high-end atmosphere, and is classy.

I thought about it...... This Qujiang is only a small county town in Lingnan, and it is good to have such a room.

"Hey, what are they doing?"

Gu Ren found that there was a long queue at the side gate not far from the Confucian Mansion, and the queue was almost on the other side of the road, most of these people were men, straddle their bags, and they were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. ,…,

At the door, two women dressed like maids and servants were loudly telling the men.

"Apply? Hey, Sister Chrysanthemum also crossed over? ”

Gu Ren's eyes lit up, and he suddenly found that one of them looked very much like the queen of the future generations, Sister Chrysanthemum.

He was just about to walk past when there was a rush of carriage behind him.

"Dead beggar, get out of here!"

A splash of dust splashed, and Gu Ren hurriedly flashed to the side. The carriage passed by him and nearly crashed into him.

Gu Ren stopped, frowned, and stared at the carriage rushing to the front.

The carriage rushed to the gate of the Confucian Mansion and stopped.

The coachman nodded and walked to the door, opened the curtain, the owner was a white-faced scholar, got out of the carriage slowly, and looked back indifferently in the direction of Gu Ren.

Gu Ren looked at it briefly.

This white-faced scholar wears a light blue soft-winged scarf, with a white complexion, two sword eyebrows, a pair of handsome eyes, a high nose bridge, a square mouth, a full heavenly court, a round corner, and a light blue sea blue.

"Good looking, human-like dog."

"Phew! Pauper! Look at your frustration! ”

The white-faced scholar spat in the direction of Gu Ren.

"Huh?" ,…,

Gu Ren frowned. His eyes were suddenly sharp.

The white-faced scholar felt a chill coming to his face, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Grass, beggars are like that!"

muttered something in his mouth, and quickly turned his head.

"Young Master Hong, you're here, Miss has just returned home."

A fat man with a bloated figure at the door, with a flattering smile on his face, stepped forward.

"It's good to be back? Take someone (me) to the backyard. ”

The white-faced scholar took a deep breath, returned to his noble and cold demeanor, and said coldly, and the carriage on the side hurriedly took out a white silver ingot from his arms and stuffed it into the fat family's hand.

"Fare."

"Thank you, uncle, for the tip."

The fat family took the silver, and it was even more flattering, and the title became uncle.

"Well, I love to hear this. Don't lead the way yet. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of the white-faced scholar's mouth.

"Uh...... Aunt Hong, Miss has instructed me not to take you to the backyard, or you can wait in the front yard first. ”

The fat family said with some embarrassment.

"Shenma? The gate is the front yard, and a few steps to Nima have to bring the road fee? When Lao Tzu is wronged! ”

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, and suddenly changed his face. …,

"Ahem...... Son. Pay attention to temperament, temperament! ”,…,

The little brother of the coachman on the side hurriedly pulled down the corner of the white-faced scholar's clothes and said in a low voice.

"Oh...... Ahem, uh-huh. Right. ”

The white-faced scholar straightened his hair and clothes, and returned to his cold expression.

"Wang Ba calf, if you dare to fool the master again, I won't kill you next time. I wasted a tael of silver from the master, enough for the master to go to the night to listen to Ruhua sing a little song......"

A master and a servant entered the gate one after another, and the conversation between the two could be faintly heard.

The white-faced scholar: "Shabi, you can find out clearly, what if Yishang sees that a certain person is indifferent, not enthusiastic enough, and even more dislikes a certain person......

The little brother of the coachman: "Childe, there will be no mistake, Master Kong and Mrs. Kong said, Miss Kong is fine." is cold and cold, only when you have temperament is called pretending. Master Kong said that he would find the monk over later. As the saying goes, if you don't know the goods, you are afraid of comparing the goods...... What do you want, what can you compare to a monk? ”

White-faced scholar: "How do you speak, is Lao Tzu a thing?" ”

Coachman: "No, of course not......

White-faced scholar: "Well, that's right. And have you ever seen that monk? can make Yishang forget Cousin Lu, shouldn't he be an ordinary person? How does he look, can he be as handsome and chic as this son? ”,…,

Coachman's brother: "How is it possible?" Childe rest assured, I heard that the monk is black and ugly, still a lame, frustrated can not be frustrated, it is estimated that it is similar to the beggar just now, how can it be compared to the son of Shang so majestic and graceful. ”

White-faced scholar: "Well, Shabi is too good for what you said, after following the master, the cultural literacy has improved quite quickly, and he can use idioms." Then again. Lao Tzu doesn't believe that in this Qujiang City, apart from Lao Tzu, who else can match Kong Yishang......"

Coachman: "Ahem, you can't swear, temperament!" Temperament! ”

White-faced scholar: "Oh, I forgot it by accident." ”

The two entered the courtyard one after another.

……

Gu Ren retracted his gaze and had already guessed the identity of the white-faced scholar, who must have been the only son of County Lieutenant Hong.

There are two masters and servants, one is called Hong Qiu (Hun Qiu) and the other is Shabi (Shabi), a pair of strange pairs.

Thinking back to what happened just now, I was a little annoyed.

It just so happened that a tender willow leaf fell in front of him for some reason, and he stretched out his hand and took the willow leaf in his hand.

The willow leaves are fresh and tender, containing a strong spring scent, but the roots seem to have been bitten off by some insect, otherwise they would not fall off the tree.

Suddenly, I recalled the willow tree described in the Tang poem, and I felt some inexplicable emotion in my heart. Talk to oneself. ,…,

"I didn't expect that what could only be seen in history books is now alive in front of me. I thought of a sentence, if you come, you will be safe, why not take the opportunity to take a look at this prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty? ”

I blew lightly, blew off the dust on it, half bit it in my mouth, and walked slowly to the door, and there were still two or three feet.

"Where did you come from, wild beggar, get away! Confucius is not the place where you came? ”

The fat man at the door shouted.

"Phew, your sister Sun!"

Gu Ren spat the willow leaves in his mouth, and stepped forward to beat this fat man's family, so that his parents couldn't help it.

Although his face was blackened, his clothes were clean and neat, except for the little dust that had just rolled on the ground. Not a little tattered. This Nima treats him as a beggar, is it a dog who looks down on people, or is this beggar in the Tang Dynasty all well-off, and the standard of living has reached this level?

"Huh...... What are you doing...... Other...... Don't come here, come here again, I'll call someone! ”

Seeing that Gu Ren's legs were no longer lame, his waist was straight, he walked straight over, a little scared, and retreated again and again. …,

Two family members just came out of the gate, and when they saw the fat man's shout, they rushed out in a few steps and stood behind the fat family. ,…,

"Oh, buddy, you're out, this beggar is very spicy, spicy. Hit him! Luckily? ”

The fat man stopped, rolled up his sleeves, and a smug sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth...... Stared at Gu Ren with a smirk.

"Hey, hey, okay!"

The two family members who came out from the back also looked at Gu Ren with bad intentions.

The two sides were only two steps apart.

"You're going to beat me? Hehe......"

Gu Ren looked at the fat house. Habitually rubbed his hands and moved his fingers.

"Yo, I'm really not afraid of death, on!"

Before the words in the fat man's mouth could be spoken, Gu Ren's hand stretched out like lightning.

As soon as the two families in the back reacted, they saw an afterimage flashing in front of them, and with a bang, the fat family in front of them was gone. When I reflected it, I saw that the fat family was lying on the ground like a pig, his eyes were white, his whole body was convulsed, and he was foaming at the mouth. Gu Ren's knees pressed against his stomach and he stood up slowly.

Gu Ren: "Oh, I forgot about you two." ”

"Brother beggar, you are too professional in beating people......

The two housekeepers swallowed their saliva, their whole bodies were cold, they just blinked, and their little friend was beaten and crawled to the ground. Is this the speed of people?;

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