This shabby-dressed young man is not Qin Feng, Qin Feng is still hiding in the corner to watch the excitement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The tone is a little weak, it seems a little lacking in confidence, and the clothes are shabby, and the first impression of the onlookers is that the poor can't afford to live in an inn, so they want to try their luck. Most of the onlookers did not have a good face, some muttered about embarrassment, self-esteem and so on, and some sneered, already watching him make a fool of himself, including many people who were also poorly dressed. Only a few people admire this young man's courage, but they are not optimistic, Qin Feng is one of these few people, he admires this guy's courage very much, but he is really not optimistic, it is not Qin Feng who looks at people on the outside, but this benevolent brother is trembling and unconfident, it is really hard to believe that he can make any amazing poems.

The young man went limp, and before he could lift the pen, he fell to the ground, as if he had fainted on the ground.

"I've seen for a long time, this guy is a straw bale!" The crowd, who sneered at the beginning, did not sympathize with it, but flaunted their prophet.

Those who have admiration are silent, and no one comes forward to help him, if he is in the company of such people, he will definitely lose face.

Xiao Er was also a little confused.

Qin Feng pushed away the crowd and helped the young man up in everyone's surprised eyes.

"The face is yellow and thin, and it turns out that I am hungry and faint. Qin Feng probed his nose and said to Xiao Er: "Little Second Brother, please cook a bowl of porridge, this scholar is so hungry that he faints." ”

"What kind of hunger and dizziness, I think he has no talent to learn, so he shows his ugliness!" A richly dressed boy sneered: "Little guy, you are less of a good person, it's better to go back and forth from where!"

"Xiao Anzi, pen and ink are waiting, this young master wants to compose a poem!" The rich boy first expressed his disdain for the loser, and then confidently told his scholar that he had a good calculation, as long as he made a poem, he already seemed to be successful, after all, there was a fainting guy at the bottom.

"Here comes the young master!" the little scholar stepped forward and sharpened the ink for his son-in-law.

Xiao Er also came back to his senses, first glanced at Qin Feng in embarrassment, and stepped forward and said: "Little brother, you see that I have no choice, our inn only provides meals for the guests staying at the hotel, I am just a junior second, I~"

The people who watched the excitement talked a lot, pointing and pointing, but Qin Feng turned a deaf ear.

Qin Feng didn't have the time to pay attention to what this junior said, seeing that this scholar's face was getting paler and paler, he knew that this guy was about to die.

Qin Feng is not a good person, but the teachings of his parents in his previous life and the actions of his grandmother in this life have made Qin Feng unable to see death without help.

"Get out of the way!" Qin Feng picked up the scholar's fluttering body, pushed away the little two who blocked the way, and went straight to the third floor, the three of them have big people, and the big people will always have hot water to drink and eat, with these two things, they can naturally save this guy's life.

"Hey, no!" Xiao Er was pushed aside by Qin Feng, and saw Qin Feng rushing towards the third floor, his face was even whiter than that of the hungry scholar, but Su Gongzi upstairs, if he collided with him, let alone himself, even the entire inn would have to be finished.

"Childe, do you want to?" all this was clearly seen by the two people upstairs.

Su Gongzi smiled: "You don't have to stop him, let him come up, this person is young and warm-hearted, but it is also rare." ”

Su Gongzi was old-fashioned, but he didn't notice the strange expression of the girl in the colorful skirt on the side, Su Gongzi, you seem to be very young.

The girl in the colorful skirt helped Qin Feng send away Xiao Er, who had caught up, and looked at Qin Feng expressionlessly: "This person's snort is weak, even if you feed him, I'm afraid it won't help." ”

When Qin Feng heard this, he hurriedly said, "Please also ask the girl to help." ”

"Come with me. The beautiful girl in the colorful skirt took Qin Feng into a room, the room was neat and spacious, it must be one of the ten upper rooms, but Qin Feng looked left and right, and didn't see that Su Gongzi.

"Feed him, there's tea here. The girl in the colorful skirt handed Qin Feng a pill, and Qin Feng subconsciously thought of the Hundred Flowers Pill.

"This is my master's secret medicine, Wucai Pill, you can feed him and take it. ”

Qin Feng hurriedly did so, and sure enough, this scholar's face immediately became much more normal.

"You come with me, my son-in-law wants to see you, this scholar, you leave him here, and I will naturally let people take care of it." Qin Feng put the scholar on the bed and obediently followed the girl out of the room.

People are there, Qin Feng doesn't dare to mess with them.

"Let's go inside. The girl in the colorful skirt stood at the door and gently pushed the door open, Qin Feng obediently went in, and the girl in the colorful skirt closed the door again, but did not follow up.

"You may be seated. ”

Qin Feng looked at the owner of the voice, white-clothed and gold-edged, young, but his bearing was even more refined than the senior brother Qin Feng had seen, his face was handsome and scary, he didn't look very old, Qin Feng estimated that he was two or three years older than himself.

Qin Feng calmed down, unsheathed his sword, put down the book basket, neatly put it aside, and then sat down in front of this Su Gongzi.

The unhurried performance made this Su Gongzi's eyes light up, looking at Qin Feng's appearance, but the son of a poor family, seeing that he could be so calm, maybe he was really a handsome talent.

"In Xia Su Luo, I don't know the name of the son?" Su Luo smiled, and did not have a domineering attitude, which made Qin Feng feel a little good.

"Qin Feng, just refer to the scholar, what kind of son. Qin Feng shook his head and smiled, and he didn't have the politeness that the second generation of officials should have.

A son of a poor family, a noble son, met for the first time, but there was no conflict.

"Brother Qin can have words?" Su Luo asked again.

"I am thirteen years old, and I have not yet written a word. ”

Su Luo was a little surprised, he thought that Qin Feng was about fifteen or sixteen, but he didn't expect that he was only thirteen, which strengthened Qin Feng's mind and gave him a little more expectation in his heart.

"In the next sixteenth, how old are you and I, how about you and I are not as good as brothers?" Su Luo smiled again.

"Brother Su is polite. Qin Feng knew the way the reader was polite, and he didn't pretend to be high, and called out Brother Su.

"Okay, Brother Qin Xian, come, let's take a look at the poems sent by Caidie. Su Luo watched Caidie push the door in, and was not surprised, took the white paper in her hand, put it on the table, and invited Qin Feng to watch it together, Caidie silently left the room again.

"Traveling to Pengcheng, the heart has a spiritual mind, and the desire ~ vulgar things! The artistic conception is shallow, and it is difficult to enter the elegant hall. Su Luo made no secret of his dislike for the broken poem.

Qin Feng has Tang and Song poems in his mind, and he is used to seeing good sentences that have been inherited through the ages, and his taste is naturally high, so he shook his head after looking at it twice.

"Brother Qin Xian might as well write a poem, how about it?" Su Luo looked at Qin Feng, his eyes lit up, and he was quite looking forward to it, how talented a person is, it can be reflected a lot in poetry.

Are you going to plagiarize? Qin Feng sighed slightly in his heart, he knew that he would have to go to the road of Wen Copying Gong sooner or later, he didn't expect it to be so fast, but Qin Feng didn't have any resistance, let alone a pure saint, he knew that getting acquainted with this kind of noble son would help him a lot in his future plans.

"I feel like I climbed this tall building today, so please borrow a pen and paper from Brother Su. Qin Feng simply stood up and prepared to write a poem.