Han Fu and Baili Mingsu left side by side, attracting everyone's eyes.

"Han Xiaoyou." Wen Qingjuan pondered for a moment and called, "Can you not go?" ”

Today's Wenhui suddenly changed, which can be described as disturbing Yaxing.

This is just the beginning, and it needs to be continued.

If Han Fu stays, he can also save a lot of interest.

A poem that amazes the world.

If we add to this the unique style of calligraphy, many literati will definitely discuss it enthusiastically.

In this way, it can not be regarded as anticlimactic.

If you don't leave, you will raise me... Han Fu turned around and smiled: "Forgive me, seniors, juniors are not strong enough to drink, so they need to go back to rest." ”

"Hmm." Wen Qingjuan nodded helplessly and no longer held back.

Glancing at Zhao Ziqian to the side, Wen Qingjuan's face suddenly sank, and he said lightly: "Zhao Wenhao, the old man doesn't want to see you again." ”

Zhao Ziqian was sincerely afraid, bowed down and said, "The junior is leaving." ”

"Hmph." Wen Qingjuan's face was displeased and did not hide it.

offended the elders of the Wen family, and was ruined. Zhao Ziqian felt bitter in his heart, got up and wanted to leave, and saw a wine jug coming to him.

"Smack..."

The wine jug was broken, Zhao Ziqian raised his head and fell down, repeating the mistakes of the past.

Chen Nanxing clapped his hands, looked comfortable, and sneered: "Wenhao? Heh..."

Then he walked away, leaving everyone stunned and puzzled.

"Who attacked the old man again?" Zhao Ziqian got up and roared angrily, blood flowed from the other cheek.

Today's defeat and humiliation made him depressed.

At this moment, Han Fu had left, but he was hit hard again, and Zhao Ziqian was furious, like crazy.

"It's Chen Nanxing." Someone responded, in a hesitant tone.

"Chen Nanxing? Who is Chen Nanxing? Zhao Ziqian's eyes were scarlet, and he gritted his teeth.

If you have no background, you will be ashamed before you leave Dingxing.

"The second son of the giant businessman Chen Rong, the grandson-in-law of Kui Guogong, is also a son-in-law."

Zhao Ziqian's anger disappeared for a while, but he was still indignant, and said, "What did he do when he beat the old man? ”

"I don't know."

Everyone looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

They were also very puzzled, Han Fu was excusable for beating Zhao Ziqian, what kind of excitement did Chen Nanxing make?

Zhao Ziqian's chest rose and fell, but he was helpless, and finally left the lotus garden like a lost dog.

The Lotus Garden Literary Association is still continuing, but due to the episode of stealing poems, the follow-up Literary Association has gone against its original intention.

.....

After getting out of the carriage, Lu Zhiyu looked at the door of his house, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly entered the house, with eager steps.

Lu Ziyuan walked out from the inside, and happened to meet Lu Zhiyu, he couldn't help but be surprised, and said: "Walking so fast, is it in a hurry?" The end of the meeting? ”

Lu Zhiyu passed by Lu Ziyuan and said, "I'm very angry now. ”

"What?" Lu Ziyuan was shocked, and hurriedly chased after him, constantly urging: "Quick, go back to the room." ”

"Squeak..."

Lu Zhiyu entered the room, turned around and closed the door.

Lu Ziyuan checked it, and then left quickly.

When he reappeared, Lu Ziyuan had an extra iron chain and copper lock in his hand, and after locking the door to death, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just in time." Lu Ziyuan wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his hands, and his heart palpitated.

"Bang... Bang..."

Someone kicked the door in the house, and Lu Zhiyu's voice sounded, extremely irritable.

"Lu Ziyuan, you dog, lock up the old lady again."

"Someone is using her, I really don't know whether she is alive or dead..."

"Where's the old lady's knife? See if the old lady doesn't cut him..."

"Let the old lady out."

"Bang bang..."

The sound of kicking the door is endless, and the wooden door is embarrassed, and the 'creak' and 'creak' fan.

"Come on, block the doors and windows, and don't let her out." Lu Ziyuan didn't dare to be careless, and called many subordinates.

For a time, the chickens and dogs jumped up and down the Lu Mansion, and there was no peace.

After another moment, the sound in the room gradually subsided, Lu Ziyuan leaned against the door, and said calmly: "Third sister, you are angry, and your anger hurts your body." ”

"Degassing? How do I degasrate? She was being used, and you told the old lady to be angry? A sneer came from inside the house, and then continued: "If you have a kind, you will keep blocking the door, don't let the old lady seize the opportunity." ”

"I'm your brother anyway, don't be so rude when you talk." Lu Ziyuan was helpless.

"Heh... Yes, the money she owes you will be written off from now on, and the old lady will talk to you in the future, and promise to be polite. ”

"I like your rudeness, can I go a little more way?"

"Dog stuff."

"Hey, here you are."

.......

Back in Zhou's house, it was still early.

The Lotus Garden Cultural Meeting was held in the afternoon, and the matter of Zhao Ziqian did not take much time.

At this moment, the sun hung obliquely in the sky, and there was still a section from the mountain.

"Do you need a break?" When walking side by side, the smell of wine was tangy, and Bai Thyme asked with side eyes.

Han Fu shook his head and said with a deep smile: "No, the wine has disappeared, I'll go to the bookstore later." ”

"In Dingxing City, Langui Bookstore is the most, and the husband might as well go there."

"Hmm." Han Fu nodded and walked towards the small courtyard that belonged to him.

Baili Mingsu stopped in front of the hospital, staring at Han Fu's back, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his eyes were smiling.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look... I love it, thank you. She muttered softly, and turned to go to the hospital.

Zhou Xinyi and Zhou Yuanshan are still in the palace (going to work) and have not returned home yet.

The matter of the Wenhui is quite big, and when the two of them come back, they need to be informed in detail.

The alcohol content is not high, and when he was in the Wenhui, Han Fu was quite drunk.

When I returned at this moment, most of them had disappeared, and there was no obstacle to action.

After sorting out the manuscripts of "Nie Xiaoqian" and "Painted Skin" and putting them in his arms, Han Fu left the small courtyard and left the Zhou Mansion.

There are many bookstores in Dingxing City, and Langui Bookstore is the most famous.

Its scale is unparalleled.

It took two moments to inquire all the way, and finally found Langui Bookstore.

Looking up, the building is four stories high, elegantly decorated, and bookish.

"Is this guest buying books? Lan Gui Bookstore has it all, and it's guaranteed that you won't be disappointed. The bookstore attendant caught a glimpse of Han Fu inside the door, and came out to greet him with a smile, full of enthusiasm.

"It's not about buying books." Han Fu walked and said with a smile and came to the first floor of the bookstore.

"It doesn't matter." The attendant was enthusiastic and said, "Everyone who comes is a guest, and the nobles can browse at will, and if necessary, summon the small ones." ”

Seeing this, Han Fu couldn't help but praise secretly.

It is not without reason to be the best of Dingxing Bookstore.

"I'm here to sell books." Han Fu pointed to the paper in his arms and said, "I wrote two stories and wanted to cooperate with Guidi." ”

"I see." The attendant was stunned, then turned to leave, and said, "Wait a minute, nobleman, I'll go and inform the shopkeeper." ”

Han Fu bowed his head and looked at himself on the spot.

A figure stepped into the bookstore, just walked a few steps, and suddenly saw Han Fu, turned around, came to Han Fu, and said with great joy: "Brother Han, haha... You and I are really destined. ”

Han Fu looked puzzled, and saw that the person who came was eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed luxuriously and gorgeously, with a handsome face and a smile on his face.

"Brother?" Han Fu hesitated, as if he was a little impressed, but he couldn't remember.

"In Xia Chen Nanxing, Shicai is also in the Lotus Garden Cultural Society." Chen Nanxing was excited and said, "Hahaha... Brother Han showed his might above the Wenhui, and the younger brother admired and envied him. Before leaving, he also learned from Brother Han's feat, and slapped a pot on Zhao Ziqian's face, which was really happy. ”