"What a beautiful ancient poem." The woman blinked, and a string of broken beads rolled down her face. "If a gentleman with good character recites this poem to the woman he likes, it can easily lead to a good marriage. If a cunning fox salivates the poem to a woman who doesn't know that the other person is a fox, it can easily lead to a sad story. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Xuan Po was puzzled, "Why is it that a gentleman is a fox for a while?" ”

"I'll tell you a story, do you want to hear it?" The woman's eyes twinkled, and she asked.

Xuan Po said that at that time, he muttered in his heart, why do Taoist priests and this woman like to tell stories to people?

"What's the story?" Xuan Po didn't know what else was hidden behind this ancient poem, and he didn't have any interest in listening to miscellaneous stories. He only wanted the woman to make a long story short and tell him directly why that ancient poem could arouse her interest, and he only wanted to know why the Taoist priest used this ancient poem to attract the attention of female "lust" ghosts.

"Don't you want to hear it?" The woman's tone deliberately "revealed" exaggerated disappointment, and then deliberately let out a long sigh, and the anger blew on the face of the woman, itchy.

Xuan Po couldn't help but scratch her face and said, "You can talk about it." I'll just listen to it. That being said, his attention was still focused on the dust particles in the sun. But as the woman spoke, the woman's attention involuntarily shifted to her story. Because the woman's story is too similar to that of the Rosewood priest, if one of them is made up by the other, then the person who made it up is too powerful, and he actually stole the main plot of the original story, and did it very well, and he didn't know it.

The eyes of the Chancellor are focused on the dust particles, and the head wanders away from the woman's story. The woman is also focused on the jumping dust, but her mind is immersed in unbearable memories.

That memory, like a book that has not been opened for a long time, has been carefully covered with a thin layer of dust in the oblivion of time, hidden in the depths of a woman's mind. There are many things that people deliberately forget, with a new life, a new landscape, and a new environment. But many years later, a chance touch will pull out all the memories that I thought I had forgotten. At that time, the pain was like a scar that had just healed suddenly being uncovered stiffly, and the pain was shivering.

The woman just uses trembling lips and an extremely suppressed voice to tell her story to the men around her. Xuan Po looked at the jumping dust, looked at it, and unconsciously tears also fell, falling on the horizontal arm, cold and fluttering.

Afterwards, Xuan Po told me this sad story, this hurt love story, with the same mood as a woman at that time. I listened to two twins with very different feelings. After listening to this, I had to admire the shrewdness of the Noble Taoist, who was even more shrewd than a fox.

The story is still the story told when the Taoist priest first appeared in the eyes of everyone, the love story of a young lady and a poor lady who fell in love at first sight. But it wasn't the poor Xiucai who borrowed money that he sneaked into Miss's bed that night.

"Who's that? Who is so bold? I asked.

"A fox." Xuan Po said, gritting her teeth.

"A fox?" I was even more surprised. How could the fox get into Miss's quilt? How could the young lady let an animal that smelled of a fox sleep with her? "How could Miss Rashiki sleep with a fox? Can't she even tell the difference between a human and a fox? ”

Xuan Po smiled bitterly: "She really didn't tell the difference that night. ”

I watched the contorted smile of the princess and knew he wasn't going to be teasing me.

Of course, this fox did not enter the young lady's room in the form of a fox, but disguised himself as a poor talent. Miss Rashiki was about to go to bed that night when she heard an impatient knock at the door. When she opened the door, she saw the poor Xiucai with a fine sweat on his face, so she didn't raise her vigilance. ”

The rest of the story is simple. Lang has a concubine, and everything is logical.

The next morning, the young lady woke up, and the lover next to her left at some point, but found a few fox "hairs" on the sheets! Luo Shi vaguely remembered that when he opened the door last night, he smelled a little bit of an aroma that was not easy to arouse alarm, similar to the aroma of cooked meat. At that time, she didn't pay much attention, just thought that the delicious chef in the kitchen had opened a small stove for him again. The cook is often like this, but the young lady's maid often talks about it, but she doesn't bother to care about these trivial things. What's more, when I saw Poor Xiucai visiting in the middle of the night, I was flustered, and I was not in the mood to pay attention to these little things.

But the thing is in this vague fragrance. Although the young lady is not familiar with the Four Books and the Five Classics, she is also very strict with her family education, and she still knows a little about the principles of life, and knows that she can't sleep with a man if she is married without a bright media.

As soon as the aroma entered her nose, she forgot all about these rituals.

After the passion, Miss Luo Shi suddenly came to her senses, she looked at the fox "Mao" on the bed, and knew that this matter was not just as simple as losing her body and being embarrassed. In a panic, she hurriedly called Yahuan to discuss. But what can the little girl ring who has no status in this family help her? When Yahuan heard about it, she turned around and told her wife, who immediately told her master.

The master is an expert in the business field, has seen the world, and knows that this matter is extraordinary. He guessed that it was the fox spirit who did it, but why didn't the fox spirit change into someone else's shape, but instead became the appearance of a poor showman?

It turns out that this is the way it happened. Just like the story told by Daoist Gui before, Poor Xiucai came to Luo Fu's house to borrow silver taels that day, but he unexpectedly bumped into Luo Fu when he entered the account room with the housekeeper. Xiucai stood in place in a daze, looking at Luo Fu with a crimson face, and his fugue was too empty.

In fact, when it comes to this, there is a loophole in the Rosewood priest, but often some details are ignored by everyone. When the Taoist priest spoke, he said that Xiucai and the girl collided with each other, and the broken silver was scattered all over the ground. But how could Xiucai have any money in his hand before he entered the account room? When a liar pays attention to what others believe in his story, he is often stretched thin in the details and "exposed" his feet. It's a pity that at that time, people were frightened by the sudden appearance of the Rose Taoist and his strange dress, and did not pay attention to these small loopholes.

Luo Fu was very shy when he was seen by Poor Xiucai like this. At that time, Luo Fu was still a little girl who was ignorant of the world, and she was not so coquettish and "debauched" as she is now. The man who saw the new face was inevitably shy. But Yahuan, who was used to rough work, didn't care about the thoughts of these little women, and shouted loudly to poor Xiucai: "Go in and get your money!" ”

Xiucai is also shy, but his shyness is different from Luo Fu's shyness. Luo Fu's shyness is the shyness of the beginning of love, but the shyness of poor Xiucai is the shyness of economy and status, and the shyness of a toad who wants to eat swan meat. For a moment, Poor Xiu remembered the simple ancient society, the era when men and women expressed love for each other with weeds, prey, and stones. In today's society, men and women marry with white horses, sedan chairs, gold, silver and jewelry. So, Poor Xiucai remembered the "Summoning Nan Ye You" in the Book of Poetry, and unconsciously recited this ancient poem softly.

Luo Shi didn't care about this shabby poor talent on the surface, but remembered his appearance in his heart. At the same time, I also remember this song "Summoning Nan Ye You Dead Moose".

After the poor Xiucai borrowed the silver, he was very depressed and sat at home sullen. In the evening, a friend came to visit. This friend has known Xiucai for two or three years. Poor Xiucai often discussed poetry and books with this friend, and they had a good relationship. But Poor Xiucai didn't know where he came from, and occasionally asked a few times, but the friend always passed perfunctorily.

Poor Xiucai was originally alone, and he rarely socialized on weekdays, and it was rare to have someone to talk to, and he could talk about poetry and books, which was the best, so he didn't want to ask this friend to be embarrassed.

On this lonely night, this friend brought a gourd of white soju to drink with Poor Xiucai. Poor Xiu just happened to use wine to kill his sorrows, and he got drunk all of a sudden. As soon as Xiucai got drunk, he began to cry. The friend asked Xiucai what was wrong.

Xiucai cried and said his thoughts. He fell in love with Miss Luo Shi at first sight, but he was suffering from the fact that he had no silver, no fame, no status, and he was unattainable.

After the poor Xiucai finished speaking, he fell asleep, and the next day he read and wrote as usual.

But his friend took Xiucai's words to heart. He took off the coat on poor Xiucai, put him to sleep, and then put on Xiucai's wrinkled clothes himself. Taking advantage of the night, Xiucai's friend climbed into Luo Shi's house and knocked on Luo Shi's boudoir door. The moment Luo Shi opened the door, he gently and quietly shook off a special aphrodisiac 'medicine' powder, and a strange aroma wafted through the room. Luo Shi smelled the aroma, and suddenly became "confused" and "confused".