On the morning of the third day, Fang Xin came to Chenliang County, where there are many waterways, like cobwebs, seeing this, Fang Xin found a boatman, this boat is not big, it can accommodate three or five people, and asked: "Boat family, go to Feili Garden, one person and one horse, how much?" ”

When the boatman saw the green shirt, he was very respectful: "This minister, go to Feili Garden, you can arrive at dusk, a total of 100 wen." ”

One hundred wen is expensive, but you still have to count the horse, Fang Xin thought about it and said, "Okay, just take your boat." ”

So the boatman set up a plank, let the horse pass first, and then invited Fang Xin to come on board, and began to rock, and the boat sailed through the river at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

Fang Xin's eyes fell on both banks, at this time the sun was shining, the white clouds in the sky were reflected in the water, the water surface was sparkling, on the left was a small forest, and on the right bank, the land was open and flat, the fields were staggered, and the farmers were seen from time to time.

After Fang Xin became a Xiucai, he was able to read some geographical knowledge, and knew that Chenliang County was located in the southwest of the empire, and the great river irrigated the fertile plains, and developed a large number of fertile fields, which was one of the famous granary producing areas.

Standing on the high place of the ship, you can see the fields one by one, and there are farmers from time to time, forming a beautiful pattern, which can not help but feel relaxed and happy, and it is a scene of peace and prosperity.

From time to time, some ducks and geese were seen, and the ploughing cattle near the river made a low cry from time to time, so Fang Xin took out a book and looked at it silently to increase his knowledge.

At noon, the boatman caught a fresh fish, cooked it, and served it with some coarse rice. Fang Xin also used a little, and in the afternoon, he continued to sail, but he had nothing to say.

Until a river, the river is narrow, and the edge is full of bamboo forests, and the boatman said, "Xianggong." It's here. This is Feili Garden, and you can go up to it. ”

Fang Xin took one hundred and ten cents casually, gave it, and led the horse to the shore.

On this side, there are bamboo forests, and at this time the sunset hangs on the treetops, and the sunset reflects a piece of red, when the golden sunlight passes through the bamboo forest. The occasional birdsong only brought a deeper sense of tranquility, Fang Xin walked through the bamboo path, feeling surrounded by a piece of emerald green beauty, the bamboo leaves trembled slightly under the wind, making a "rustling" sound.

This is really a good place, just out of the bamboo forest, I met a person. This person first picked up the bamboo stick, and when he saw Fang Xin, who was wearing a green shirt and leading a horse, he became suspicious in his heart, and stepped forward and said, "Why did this minister come out of here." This is Master He's field bamboo forest, and idlers are not allowed to come in. ”

"I'm just looking for Master He, this is Feili Garden, yes, it's not wrong, you lead the way." Fang Xin said.

This man will be skeptical. Come with the way. It didn't take long for me to arrive at a side door. Fang Xin reported his name and asked this person to go in and spread the news.

After a while, the voice came, but a middle-aged man also came out wearing a green shirt, and the person did not come, so he said with a smile: "Early this morning, there was a magpie falling branches, I don't know what it is, but it turned out to be the son of an old friend, my nephew, you come in quickly, let me see." ”

Fang Xin glanced at it, and felt that this person was bold and elegant, and his smile was not false, so he had a good impression at the moment, and went straight forward and bowed to the ground: "Little nephew, please see uncle." ”

"Hurry up, let me have a good look!" He Juren hurriedly held on, and looked at it, only to see fifteen young men, handsome and chic, with a calm demeanor, and a rich and elegant demeanor, this green shirt, it was difficult to cover up the kind of dusty assets, and he was suddenly overjoyed, and said: "There is really the style of your father back then." ”

As he spoke, he walked in, Fang Xin was not used to this kind of hand-in-hand, but at this time, this was an intimate move, and it was only accepted, and when he entered the door, it was a garden, covering a large area, and there was a sense of cave.

The group arrived at a small hall, sat down from the sandalwood small few or so, the next person naturally offered several kinds of fruit points, and on the new tea, its color was green, Fang Xin took a sip, it was a move, thinking, this kind of tea art, is really good, this empire is at its peak, presumably the tea ceremony is also prosperous, when to follow the master to learn some, even if you can't get points when you go back, you can also have more elegant arts.

He Juren took a sip of tea, and saw that his expression was respectful and not humble, sitting there, there was naturally a kind of demeanor that was difficult for others to simulate, this kind of demeanor seemed to be free, uninhibited, and calm, in fact, the young man's appearance was only slightly handsome, but this kind of deep into the bone marrow, but there was a few heavenly postures. I already like it a little, but although it is a show talent, I don't know how to learn it, think about it, and try him, so I said some articles and stories with him, Fang Xin didn't understand other aspects, but to say that the scriptures are quoted, but there is almost no one in the world who is better than him, and he answered casually at the moment, but the words are concise and deep, and the answer is like a stream.

Of course, through the conversation, Fang Xin also knew that this Uncle He, Mingxiang, was originally a scholarly family in the county, at the age of nineteen he was a showman, at the age of twenty-two he was a lifter, and the following year at the age of twenty-three he was admitted to the Jinshi, but he was not successful, he was a bold and free person, and when he returned to his hometown, he would not take the test again, and the county order had intended to let him out, but he was also resigned.

In the past ten years, I have studied in the garden to cultivate my temperament, not only the family business is getting bigger, but also the knowledge is getting better.

After half an hour, the more He Xiang looked at it, the more he liked it, and in the name of cleaning his hands (going to the toilet), he ordered to go down, hold a banquet in the evening, use the best specifications, and open it in the inner courtyard, and ordered his two daughters to attend.

After coming back, when it came to poetry, he asked: "I know that the virtuous nephew is talented in learning articles, no wonder he has a talent in the fifteenth year, even if he is in the middle of the game now, it is also available, but have you usually written some poems?" ”

Fang Xin thought for a while, but said: "Now it's not the Han and Tang Dynasties, the Taizu of this dynasty is Dingding Dachu, and the article is precious, but the little nephew usually doesn't chant much, after winning the show, he realized that poetry is still where the literati are in the style, so I figured it out." ”

"Okay, do you have a good work?"

"Don't dare to make a masterpiece, only on the road, under inspiration, you have to get a word of poetry!" Fang Xin said modestly.

"Get the pen and ink!" He Xiang hurriedly ordered.

If you ask about others, these are all learnable and feasible, only the poems show their talent and pen power, so Fang Xin is naturally plagiarized, although he knows that there is no Song in this world, this Tang is not that Tang, naturally there is no Song Dynasty, and there are often poetry exchanges between readers, and I have not seen any works, but considering the existence of the traverser, I am afraid of crashing into the car, so I specially chose a poem that is not too popular to write.

On the white rice paper, contemplation between the grinding ink, the ink is formed, the pen is like a god, the solemnity is elegant, and the rules are seen between the indulgences, but it is written without thinking.

"Wear the curtain on a cold day, Chengjiang relies on the threshold, and the light floats in the afterglow. The lilywood is reed, and the yellow leaves are lined with solitary flowers. The sails outside the sky are faint, the remnants of the clouds are together, and the flowing water is endless. At the landing place, the branches are rippling, and the hood is drunk and oblique.

Harvest year, good season, jade fragrance field, full of wine fishermen. Count the floating world as a laborer, and lose him in everything. From now on, he will be drunk, and Hugh will ask more questions, and the snow will be white. It is also necessary to fight, the magic hand of the gods, and pass it to the picture and praise. ”

He Xiang was overjoyed when he saw the last volume, and when he read the back, he patted his knees in surprise and said, "What a masterpiece!" It's really my nephew, this kind of literary talent, don't say that you lift people, even if you are a jinshi. ”

immediately passed the banquet and invited the lady and the lady to the banquet, but I didn't know that Fang Xin heard it and thought secretly: "This author, although not as famous as the Tang and Song Dynasty eight families, is also the twenty-four-year-old champion, and later went straight to the Zhilong Pavilion to enter the cattle to be controlled, of course he has the talent of Jinshi." ”

This Great Chu Empire, the atmosphere is only slightly more rigorous than the original Earth Tang Dynasty, but it is also limited, at the moment, Mrs. brought two young ladies in, at a glance, they are two fifteen or sixteen-year-old young ladies, both of them are bright eyes and bright teeth, clear and beautiful, just meet each other, as soon as they speak, Fang Xin understands.

Sister He Yao was born with charming bones and has her own beauty, but she has been nurtured since she was a child, but she is delicate but not demonic, charming but not, and the little pear vortex on both sides of her sister He Rong is still naïve and unchiseled, when she laughs before she speaks, they are all hairpin ring skirts, and the same makeup of the two of them is jingling.

But no matter what, this is a beautiful woman's womb, Fang Xin was thinking, how could he not have seen it on the original earth, but when he arrived in this world, he really saw a little more.

After seeing the ceremony, it is a banquet, this banquet is delicious and delicious, the people are beautiful like jade, and then look down, but see the grass and flowers outside the corridor, the stone monster stream is quiet, the confidence is very refreshing, I don't know where I am for a while, I talk and laugh with everyone, and talk about some article allusions, the essence of poetry.

In this ancient time, the degree of wine was not high, so Fang Xin didn't care, so he drank it in large quantities and became a little drunk.

In fact, when it comes to women, these two young ladies are slightly inferior to the fox spirit family, but they are of different races, although Fang Xin does not discriminate against different races, and he also knows that in this world, making friends with them will have a lot more relationships, not to mention having fun, but these two young ladies are different, so they took advantage of the wine, and looked at the two young ladies for a while, and the more they looked at them, the more cute they felt.

When the two young ladies were called, they knew that Fang Xin had a marriage contract when he was young, although it was vague, he did not specify which one of them, and there was no document to come and go, but there was always this relationship, just now, and there was some expectation and fear, after coming, at a glance, he felt that Fang Xin was not vulgar, and his heart was settled, and he talked with him for a few words, and he saw the demeanor, and felt gentle and calm, and his plump posture was like a god, when he surpassed the imagination of his deep boudoir, and peeked at him from time to time, and then saw Fang Xin's somewhat presumptuous eyes, and the two young ladies were cheeks red, Keep your head down.