"I was fortunate enough to participate in the Yalan Club once, and the sixth mother of the Qi family is really beautiful." Another scribe sighed as he shook his folding fan.

The white-clothed scribe retracted his eyes and asked, "Is it Qi Liuniang, the first beauty in Suzhou?" ”

As soon as the words of the first beauty came out, several scribes immediately got together, and the words were nothing more than praise for her appearance, and two of them wrote poems, and the crowd applauded, so they found Xiao Er and took a pen and paper, and planned to write it down and send it to the Yalan meeting being held upstairs, maybe they would be lucky enough to be invited over!

Ran Yan's level of appreciation of poetry is really limited, and the total number of Tang and Song poems that he still remembers does not exceed 20, including "hoeing the day of the afternoon" and the like. Therefore, compared with this kind of literary atmosphere, Ran Yan was more interested in the black plum drink in front of him.

In spring, there are Fufang drink, cinnamon drink, peach blossom drink, summer cheese drink, black plum drink, the drink of the Sui and Tang dynasties pays attention to color, fragrance and taste, and drinks different varieties according to the season, but also pure natural green pollution-free.

People in the Chang'an area prefer buttermilk, but most southerners don't like the strange taste of buttermilk, and relatively prefer drinks such as black plum drinks.

Ran Yan took a sip, the sweet and sour black plum syrup was in the mouth, and the tongue was full of relish, this black plum syrup did not know how to make and preserve, it was a little cool and silky, and it was the most suitable to drink in summer.

The dishes are on one after another, the dishes in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are light and tasteless, salty with a hint of sweetness, Ran Yan doesn't like it, and the appetite is not good in summer, Ran Yan only ate very little.

Xu is Yalansheduo is a gathering of literati, so even in the lobby downstairs, there is no noise, at most just talking about current affairs and chanting the wind and elegance.

"Which masterpiece is Fang Cai's "Beauty Preface"? Ladies please. A clear voice rang out on the stairs.

The voice suddenly stopped in the hall, and everyone looked at the woman standing on the edge of the stairs, wearing a light green chest-length flower skirt, holding a double bun, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a good appearance, although it was a dress of a maid, but her bearing was extraordinary, at a glance, she knew that it was from a famous family, everyone looked at each other, and was invited by Yalan, what a big face!

"It's a clumsy job." The white-clothed scribe sitting next to Ran Yan got up and arched his hand, with a faint smile on his face, his demeanor was biased, and he had the demeanor of a talented person, completely without the coveted description when he admired the beauty.

With a faint smile on her face, the maid bowed slightly at him, "Lang Jun, please come with the slave." ”

Ran Yan's eyebrows raised slightly, she didn't understand poetry, but she often said that the text was like her person, looking at the appearance of the white-clothed scribe, she could also imagine that the poems he made were either flamboyant or slapping horses in every possible way, and at such a level she could still be looked at by the nobles of the Yalan Society, which shows the appreciation level of these nobles......

The Tang Dynasty was an era when the poetry world was in full bloom, and perhaps it was because poetry had just begun to rise during the Zhenguan period? Ran Yan thought to himself.

"Brother Wen Jing is really lucky!" The man who sat with the white-clothed scribe sighed.

Everyone sighed, or was bitter or envious.

Ran Yan also ate almost enough, so he called Xiao Er to settle the bill and leave.

At this time, the people in the hall were unable to participate in the Yalan meeting, so their attention was on Ran Yan, who happened to come out of the room, especially the evening green without a power lily, a pair of red phoenix eyes, Qiong nose and plump lips, born very well, which aroused the interest of many people for a while.

Those Chiguoguo's gazes made the evening green rush upward, but she was also measured, this was not Ranfu Zhuangzi, so she couldn't help but be wild, so she had to swallow a sullen stomach and walk out with Ran Yan.

Evening Green was a little distracted for a while, and when she got to the door, she didn't bump into anyone.

Syllable!

"Are you blind?" Without waiting for Evening Green to apologize, the man slapped Evening Green in the face.

The loud sound not only blinded the evening green, but also blinded a group of scribes in the hall for a moment.

The Aransée was a favorite gathering place for the scribes, and those who did not know how to be elegant felt too lazy to come here, and the poor could not afford to come here, so the atmosphere in the shop was always harmonious, and at first hearing the vulgar language, everyone was not used to it.

"The slave and maid don't check for a while, please forgive Lang Jun!" Wan Lu secretly scolded himself for not having long eyes, and hurriedly knelt down to make amends to the angry son.

There are many powerful people in the city, and they can shoot three or five with a slap, even if Wan Lu has the courage to do so, he doesn't dare to cause trouble for Ran Yan.

Ran Yan walked ahead, and when he turned around in surprise, he saw a young man in a blue wide-sleeved straight-lined brocade robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, that is, angry and unreasonable, and he had to admit that he was a rare beautiful man, but Ran Yan had never appreciated beautiful men.

Looking at the high and swollen cheeks on the side of the evening green, two words popped out coldly between Ran Yan's lips, "Scum!" ”

A man who beats a woman without saying anything is not a scumbag, but not even a brute.

"What did you say!" The brocade-robed man was furious, grabbed Ran Yan's shirt with one hand, and dragged her to him.

Wan Lu was in a hurry, and jumped up from the ground to pull the man's hand, "If you have any anger, just come at me, don't touch my lady!" ”

Evening Green's strength, where can he beat a man, the hand with green muscles burst out, clutching Ran Yan's clothes, not moving at all.

The people in the hall also felt that the man was too much, but they all recognized this person as Qin Shangzuo's sister-in-law, Qin Musheng. In the morning, it was rumored that someone was killed in the Colorful Embroidery Pavilion, and he appeared swaggering at noon, which shows that his backer is tough, so no one dares to be the second Han Langjun. There was silence in the hall.

Ran Yan snorted coldly, and said word by word, "I gave birth to a pair of skins, and I only know how to sprinkle them on women when I am angry, what is it that is not scum?" Whoever offends you, who makes you angry, does not dare to retaliate, will only spread fire on the side, not what is scum! ”

The sentences are sonorous and loud, which is more embarrassing than a loud slap.

Qin Musheng felt that he had been particularly unlucky recently, and his family said that he was dying of a sick man, and he just beat the Han family boy in the morning, who knew that the life was thin, and he was actually dead, although he later found out that it was poisoned to death, but he was very depressed in his heart, so he came out to have a drink and go to sulk, and was scolded by a little lady again.

"Which lady are you?" Qin Mu was extremely angry, but suppressed his angry emotions and asked in a cold voice.

This sentence abruptly reminded Evening Green that the Ran family is one of the best families in Suzhou City, and even the history of Suzhou Thorn must be respected, even if Ran Yan is not favored, she is also a dignified concubine, so she said, "We are the Ran Mansion in the east of the city, you let go of your hand!" ”

"Chengdong Ran Mansion?"

Before Qin Musheng could speak, a voice on the second floor raised his voice and asked.

Ran Yan sighed in her heart, it is really a narrow road, who is this voice an octave higher than normal people is not Ran Meiyu?

"Let go of me." Ran Yan's voice was faint, but it made people feel a sense of oppression.

Qin Musheng finally felt that he was losing his demeanor in carrying a woman's clothes like this, so he let go of his hand in cooperation.

On the second floor, there were more than ten women in gorgeous clothes, all of whom slowly came down from the upper floor.

One of the girls in a red full-breasted skirt walked up to Qin Musheng and Ran Yan, caught a glimpse of Wan Lu, was slightly stunned, and then turned to Ran Yan, wondering in her heart, people who were half-dead a few days ago can run around today?

Thinking of that day, Ran Meiyu had a knot in her chest, as well as her pair of butterfly hairpins, which were actually taken by Ran Yan, and after being discovered by other nobles, they laughed at her fiercely, saying that her life had been difficult to live as jewelry, and today is a great opportunity, if she doesn't get back a game, she is not Ran Meiyu!

"It turned out to be Seventeen Niang! You and Qin Shilang are really fateful, just said kiss, and you met. "Ran Meiyu is sincerely determined to fight and fight Ran Yan.

Qin Shilang is a gentleman, sleeping flowers and willows all day long, known throughout the city, and it is definitely not a good destination for women.

As soon as Ran Meiyu said this, Qin Musheng and Ran Yan were stunned at the same time, and couldn't help but look at each other.