"Mountains and rivers meet, and the wine in the full moon cup. ”

The night market in Yangzhou City is particularly lively, with deep trees growing in the twilight and small buildings under the slanting sun.

Chen Yuzhi wandered alone on the street paved with bluestone slabs, although the road was wide, but it seemed that it could not accommodate a teenager, and occasionally a family of three walked together, which was really melancholy......

The crowd in front was crowded, many young wanderers and middle-aged magnates were among them, and occasionally the sound of scolding came, as if to say slow squeezing, and the waist was about to break.

A white scholar was at a loss outside the crowd, he seemed to want to squeeze forward to have a look, but he was burdened by the courtesy, righteousness and shame that the scholar should have, so he was in a dilemma.

"Wang Xianzhi?" the young man shouted.

Chen Yuzhi is quite familiar with this Baijing scholar, and he drank wine together in Xijing that day, if it weren't for his one-handed finishing touch, he would not have gotten the talisman from the young master of the Xue family. At this time, I was quite relieved to meet the deceased Chen Yuzhi.

Wang Xianzhi was stunned for a moment, and then looked carefully at the young man in the green shirt wearing a hat, he was about to shout the other party's name, but he was covered by a hand......

Chen Yuzhi didn't want to be found out that he was still alive in the world, although he was not afraid of things, but he didn't want to kill in vain. But the boy didn't know that the wanted warrant in the Hidden Yuan Society had not been revoked.

The Baijing scholar was pulled aside, and Chen Yuzhi gestured with his fingers to boo, and asked, "Wang Xianzhi, why are you here?"

Wang Xianzhi looked at the plaque above the three feet, and the three words of Julu Pavilion were particularly conspicuous. He had learned the ways of the sages since he was a child, and he really shouldn't stay in such a place of fireworks for a long time.

"I ......" Bai Jing scholar was a little difficult to say.

Chen Yuzhi put his arm on the other party's shoulder and smiled: "Can you bring enough silver taels?"

The scholar nodded, and then took out a heavy money bag.

Chen Yuzhi pulled the other party and walked towards the Julu Pavilion, and the crowded people in front of him were all pushed aside by him with his strength.

In this way, the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes and the scholars of Baijing walked into the most luxurious fireworks place in Yangzhou.

Chen Yu knew that he was an old man, and the two of them went to the private room when they entered the pavilion, the Julu private room was not as exquisite as the Panyang Lianxiang Pavilion, but it was also exquisite and elegant, the autumn flowers and plants were placed all over the window edge, and even the bed had pieces of roses sprinkled on it, which made people want to be in the wrong.

The two sat at the jade-inlaid mahogany round table to reminisce about the past, a pot of Qionghua jade dew was fragrant, it was rumored that the magnates of Yangzhou loved this wine, Chen Yuzhi hurriedly tasted a glass, the entrance was soft and slightly floral, and a line flowed into the abdomen between the throats, which was really a good wine.

"Brother Chen, I heard the bad news about you a few days ago, and I still had some difficulty accepting it, but now it's great to see that you are safe and sound!"

The boy sighed and did not answer.

"Brother Chen, you have been in the Xifu Army for just half a year, and you have completely defeated Mobei and Wuhu, you are really a young hero!"

Chen Yuzhi said with a smile: "Don't flatter, I was indeed in a desperate situation that day, if someone didn't save me, I was afraid that I would really die." Don't mention the past again, but you kid, haven't you been thinking about spring recently, and you came to this Julu Pavilion to see An Ruochu?"

Wang Xianzhi was white, and he couldn't hide his shame under his blushing, he said: "My father and I recently traveled in Yangzhou, and yesterday I met a woman in the West Lake, and fell in love with her at first sight, and after some inquiry, I learned that the other party was Oiran An Ruochu......"

Chen Yuzhi propped his head and sighed: "With your shy appearance, how can you please a woman......

"Brother Chen, how can I please a woman?"

This young man in a green shirt looks like he has experienced strong winds and waves, but if he really wants to teach by word and deed, he is a little powerless.

Chen Yuzhi patted the table, and then called the old bustard in.

The old bustard of the Julu Pavilion is a little bit beautiful, and she must be a pretty woman when she is young, she said coquettishly: "Two sons, I don't know which girl in the pavilion I fell in love with?"

"An Ruochu!"

"Childe, there are too many people who want to see the beauty of the Oiran recently, I'm afraid it's a little difficult......"

The young man in the green shirt took out some gold ingots from Wang Xianzhi's money bag and said, "Is it enough?"

The old bustard showed a sad face and sighed: "Childe, I can't hide it, Miss An has her own rules, she likes calligraphy and danqing, and if you want to see her, you must write and paint here, if she sees it, she will come to visit her......"

Chen Yuzhi smiled: "I thought it was a difficult thing, pen and ink waiting!"

The young man and Wang Xianzhi nodded, his eyes were full of gratitude, if nothing else, he might not be able to, but together with the calligraphy Danqing, among the young generation in the Central Plains, there are very few people who can beat him!

The next person prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Chen Yuzhi knew that the giant deer pavilion still had some heritage when he saw the silkworm cocoon paper, you must know that ordinary people use hemp paper and Zuo Bo paper to write, this silkworm cocoon paper is rarely used by the royal family.

The golden toad ancient inkstone with the purple tong round is quite exquisite, and the glamorous old bustard and the subordinate did not withdraw from the private room, obviously wanting to see what skills this white scholar has.

You must know that An Ruochu's vision is very tricky, and I don't know how many young talents have been rejected these days, and the old bustard doesn't think that this white scholar can have any amazing moves.

Wang Xianzhi took out a wolf pen from his arms, which looked a little simple, far less expensive than the purple tong, and everyone was a little disdainful.

But they didn't know that what the book saint Wang Lan held in his hands today was just an ordinary wolf howl......

Wang Xian's pen walked the dragon and snake, in one go, the force through the back of the paper, the old bustard and the next people were dumbfounded, although they did not know how to write together, but they could also see that it was extraordinary, this white scholar is much more powerful than those who claim to be talented in the past.

In the private room, only Chen Yuzhi discovered the true meaning emanating from the lines, and he had only seen such a true meaning in one place, that is, the book plaque at the gate of Yangming Academy.

"Soaring like a frightening flood, graceful like a dragon. Rongyao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine ......"

Wang Xianzhi used a song of Luo Shen Fu, laughing all over the world! The words are full of heartfelt expressions, both of which are among the classics in the world!

The old bustard and his subordinates were stunned on the spot, and Chen Yu said, "Don't submit it soon!"

With trembling hands, several people took out the cocoon paper out of the private room.

Wang Xianzhi was sweating profusely, and the young man said: "Brother Wang, your method of writing is comparable to everyone in the literary world, which is really admirable!"

The scholar took a sip of Qionghua Yulu and said: "This line of writing is the same as practice, it requires a state of mind and understanding, and that state is the best in my life, but no one can say whether I can achieve this state of mind again in the future......

"Wang Xianzhi, what is your relationship with the book saint Wang Lanzhi?"

The scholar did not conceal it, and said with a smile: "It is my father, but he is very harsh, if he sees my work, he will definitely point out many problems......"

Chen Yuzhi said with a smile: "The book sword is a one, can you take me to see the style of the book saint?"

"What's so difficult about this, although my father is harsh on me, he is kind and humble, and he praised you a few days ago!"

While chatting, the old bustard walked in, and she smiled: "Miss An can't put down her son's masterpieces, and invite the two of you to take a boat trip to the West Lake tomorrow night!"

Bai Jing Scholar said: "Tomorrow will come as promised, thank you!"

The old bustard walked to Chen Yuzhi's side with a smile, and then leaned over and drank a cup with the young man, the autumn waves rippled between her eyebrows, and she said again: "The slave family still has a reluctant ......."

Chen Yuzhi took two steps back, and said, "Let's hear it." ”

"The slave family wants to frame this Luo Shen's endowment and hang it in the front hall of the giant deer, so that those who claim to be romantic can be discouraged, and I can also try to be clean, I don't know what the son wants?"

Since then, Luo Shen has been named in the Central Plains, and countless literati want to see the demeanor of the white scholar Wang Xianzhi.

The two did not stay in Julu Pavilion, and when they left, this place was still full of people, and Chen Yuzhi was also curious about what was so special about An Ruochu, this battle was even more lively than when Shan Er and Shuang'er moved Panyang.

Guangling County, Yangzhou, Liu Xu, the son of the King of Guangling, was rushing towards Yangzhou City with his men and horses, and he sent a letter to An Ruochu a few days ago, hoping that she could go to the Guangling Palace, but he never wanted to be ruthlessly refused.

Who is he, Liu Xu? The son of Liu Yan, the king of Guangling! In this huge Yangzhou, no one can disobey himself!

Liu Xu, who was on horseback, sneered: "Since you don't want to be a guest, then I will make you a prisoner!"