"Official!"

Wang Lun, who was still intoxicated with the joy of upgrading, suddenly heard this delicate voice.

"What's the matter with the little lady?"

Wang Lun walked quickly to the side of the donkey cart car where Yan Poxi's family of three was riding, and asked softly.

The curtain of the car was gently opened, and Yan Po Xi poked out the face of the country and the people, and asked playfully: "Please also ask the officials to have mercy, the old father of the slave family has not healed, this road has been snowy, bumpy for a day, I am afraid that the body will be unbearable, can I find an inn to rest for one night, drink the decoction, and set off again tomorrow?" ”

Wang Lun listened to the heart-rending cough and wheezing sound of Yan Laohan in the car, nodded and turned back to Zhu Gui and asked, "Brother Xian, is there a restaurant near here?" ”

Wang Lun saluted and said respectfully: "Back to my brother, not far ahead is the territory of Qingzhou, if the younger brother remembers well, there will be a hotel on the road seven or eight miles ahead." ”

Wang Lun nodded: "Then let's stop at the hotel tonight for the time being, and set off tomorrow morning." ”

"Yes."

Zhu Gui received the order and immediately sped up to the front to investigate the situation.

"The slave family has thanked the officials here."

A trace of blush flashed on Yan Poxi's pretty face, and she lowered her head and smiled, she had a thousand styles, and Wang Lun's heart was hot, and she quickly left the car and walked at the front of the team.

Then after walking for about half an hour, Zhu Gui hurriedly came back.

"Brother, the hotel is not far ahead, about two or three miles."

。。。。。。

At the foot of the mountain, on the side of the road, a restaurant slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone. The hotel is surrounded by a half-height bamboo fence and a courtyard of about 1,000 square meters, in which three two-story wooden houses are located.

"Guest officer, please."

Outside the hotel gate, a man in his twenties greeted Wang Lun with a smile.

"Little Er, settle the donkey cart and feed me! Prepare two upper rooms, four middle rooms, two tables of wine and food, and good wine and meat will come up. ”

Zhu Gui gave an order to Xiao Er, leading Wang Lun towards the lobby of the restaurant.

It was the middle of winter, and there was a vast amount of snow everywhere, and there were few people on the road, and the hotel lobby was empty at this time.

"Great! The small one will be arranged for you immediately! Guest officer, please. ”

The shopkeeper smiled, there were really few merchants in the past at this season, and more than a dozen people came at once, eating and staying in the hotel, which can be regarded as a big business.

Yan Poxi took the lead in getting down from the car of the donkey cart, and together with her mother Zhao, she supported Yan Laohan, and walked directly to the upper room on the second floor under the guidance of the guys in the store.

Wang Lun took Zhu Gui and his six minions to find two tables and sit down.

"Two guest officers, I am the shopkeeper of this small shop, what do you want to order?"

A burly man in his thirties, with a beard on his face and a mighty look, walked straight to Wang Lun and Zhu Gui's table, smiling all over his face.

"A big hot pot per table, more meat dishes, if there is dog meat and mutton, it is the best, and the wine needs ten catties per table, all of which must be scalded!"

Eating hot pot in this cold and snowy place is the most comfortable, eating hot pot and drinking warm wine, and enjoying the snow scene, which is really a pleasing thing to the eye, so Wang Lun also took the initiative to order.

"Okay, come right away!"

The shopkeeper responded with a smile, turned around and went to the back kitchen.

On the second floor, Yan Poxi's family of three lives in the upper room.

Yan Poxi's mother, Zhao, instructed the men to cook the decoction, held Yan Poxi's hand and said, "My good daughter, why don't you go down and say thank you to the Wang officials?" ”

Yan Po cherished the face of the powder, but she was a little hesitant: "My daughter's family took the initiative to show up, for fear that she would be looked down upon by others." ”

Zhao couldn't help but be anxious when he looked at Yan Po's squirming and pinching: "Hey, my good daughter, when has this happened, do you still care about this." If it weren't for Wang Daguan, your father would have been afraid that his life would have been lost, and now he has returned to Tokyo with our family of three, how can he not thank him for such a great favor? Besides, we are not a big family, we have done everything on the street, and we still care about our face? If we can marry Wang Daguan as my brother-in-law this time, I am afraid that our family will have no worries about food and clothing from now on. ”

Yan Laohan, who was lying on the bed, also raised his hand with difficulty and said: "Your mother is reasonable, Wang Daguan is a good benefactor of my family, my daughter went down to thank her, and said that we don't know how to be grateful and don't know how to be polite." ”

Yan Poxi pondered for a long time, lowered her head and whispered, "Since this is the case, then I will go." ”

After speaking, Yan Poxi opened the door after adjusting her clothes and headdress in front of the mirror, holding the pipa in her hand, and walked down the stairs towards the lobby on the first floor.

"The slave family is grateful to the official."

Yan Poxi walked to Wang Lun's side, bowed, and then raised her head to look at Wang Lun, her face was powdered, her eyes were full of autumn waves, her tone was sad and moving, and she looked like she was very moving.

"The little lady doesn't have to be like this, I have instructed the store to send its own food, wine and meat to the room later, and ask the little lady to go back when the weather is cold."

Wang Lun was so heartbroken by this Yan Po that he planned to let her go back to the room as soon as possible, and after settling down in Tokyo as soon as possible, he went to pick up Lin Chong's wife Zhang Zhenniang and Liangshan, so as not to make a mistake sooner or later.

"The official is very gracious, and the slave family has nothing to repay, so he sings a song for the official and chats about helping the wine."

Wang Lun looked at Yan Po with a resolute face, and nodded: "Then there is a little lady Lao." ”

Yan Poxi gave another salute, found a stool to sit upright, flicked her slender jade fingers, and opened her fragrant red lips.

"Where is the old man and today, and the new voice has changed several times. The grievances sit on the old voice, and the vulgar ear only knows the complicated hands, and does not need to play.

Broken strings, ask who can know, seven-year-old Wen Ji is young. Try to teach the thunder of the roller, there should be the old man of Kaiyuan, tears are horizontal"

sang Su Shi's "Poppy Beauty. Pipa.

The voice was ethereal, mournful and moving, which made Yang Wanglun and Zhu Gui fascinated by it, and the six minions at the other table completely forgot to eat and drink at this time, and just looked at Yan Po in a daze. Even the shopkeeper of the restaurant, the guy forgot the work in his hand at this moment, and indulged in this moving music.

Outside the window, the snow is covered in snow, and the charcoal fire inside the house is blazing, warm as spring.

This moving music is like a spring breeze coming overnight, provoking the dead trees outside the window to seem to sprout new shoots in the next second.

"Good!"

Wang Lun couldn't help but applaud, and Zhu Gui and the others in the store also reacted, and the hall immediately applauded.

"The slave family is ugly."

Yan Poxi smiled slightly, stood up again and gave a salute, looking at Wang Lun's eyes full of tenderness like water.

"The little lady sings a good song!"

Wang Lun suddenly stood up on a whim, walked out of the window, looked at the cold plum in the snow outside the window and said: "Every year in the snow, plum blossoms are often drunk." There is no good intention to sweep the plum blossoms, and win the tears of the clothes. This year, Xiao Xiao has two temples. Look at the late wind, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms. ”

After reading Wang Lun's poem "Qingping Le, Nian Nian Xueli" by Li Qingzhao, Zhu Gui immediately exclaimed: "Brother's words are extremely sad, which makes people sad when they hear it, I don't know who made it?" ”

Yan Poxi was also amazed, she didn't expect Wang Lun to be able to pronounce such sad and graceful words, she was also impressed, and looking at Wang Lun's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little more eager.

"This word is called "Qingping Le, Nian Nian Xueli", which was written by an old friend of mine, and I also touched the scene and felt it."

Wang Lun naturally couldn't say the author's name, because at Li Qingzhao's current age, this poem had not yet been born.