is in his twenties, and he is about the same age as Xu Hanliang, and the scarf tied high on his head represents his identity as a scholar.

But at the moment, it is a cold winter day, this kid is dressed in a single clothes, and he is still holding a fan in his hand, showing his grace and grace, and he really has a bit of a demeanor and not a temperature.

Xu Hanliang was still stunned,

"The word is by brother."

The man walked straight up to him, arched his hand, and spoke.

"Brother You, this is a great condition? A few days ago, a certain person said that the word by the brother Ji people has their own natural appearance, and there will be a great disaster if they don't die, and there will be a blessing after death, which really makes me say. According to me, you don't have to worry so much about words, your body is your own. ”

"Although Uncle Xu is in prison, he is sitting up straight, Cai Jing's old man is immoral and incompetent, I believe that the official family will definitely see everything and give Uncle Xu justice."

After the young man finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Xu Hanliang.

The latter was stunned for a moment before he reacted, although his memory was quite vague, Xu Hanliang vaguely remembered that the young man in front of him seemed to be called Li Zhongwen, who was his classmate and friend, and the reason for the words in Li Zhongwen's mouth was his cousin.

The two were children of the same year, and they met for the imperial examination, but unfortunately both of them were obviously elm heads.

After many years of not being in school, Li Zhongwen, who is in his twenties, like Xu Hanliang, has become a talented scholar, but in fact, he has already drifted away from the imperial examination.

I thought that the stinky chess basket played chess and smelled the same, and they flew separately when the disaster came.

Unexpectedly, Lao Xu offended the minister of power, and he was a beast of the flood, but Li Zhongwen and other scholars did not alienate him because of this, but instead expressed concern, which can be regarded as a common tribulation.

Shaking his head, Xu Hanliang also gave his hand.

"Thank you Brother Zhongwen for your concern, I was infected with a cold a few days ago, which made Brother Zhongwen worried, but now his body is already well, but it is not in the way. But I don't know what happened to Brother Zhongwen coming to the door today? ”

Xu Hanliang was quite curious.

It stands to reason that he has just recovered from a serious illness, and he only knows that Li Zhongwen, who is eating and waiting for death, should be eating and drinking, and there is no reason to come to his small courtyard.

Hearing this, Li Zhongwen waved his hand and said with a smile.

"My own family, don't get in the way, you should."

"I came to you today for something important, I thought you couldn't participate in a serious illness, but I didn't expect that now that my body is getting better, I came to look for you. Didn't you forget the Changshu Poetry Club? ”

Li Zhongwen returned the salute with a smile, and then disappeared, and directly dragged Xu Hanliang out.

Hearing the sound, Xu Hanliang was stunned for a moment, but remembered it.

He is a soul piercing, a few days of hard work, enough for Xu Hanliang to understand the current situation, as for Li Zhongwen's mouth of the Changshu Poetry Club, he also knows two or three points, it is nothing more than a gathering organized by some readers in Changshu.

The Northern Song Dynasty was worried about internal and external troubles, and the Jin people almost hit the capital, but with today's official family unabated, this group of scholars who only know singing and dancing do not even have the slightest sense of tension.

It is said to be a poetry club, but in fact, there is no technical content.

are all a group of hopeless losers in the imperial examination

They gather together to let loose the wreckage, and then wait until they are full of wine and food to go crazy with the strength of wine, and by the way, diss the rolling princes who have done nothing.

Typical ostrich mentality.

As far as Xu Hanliang is concerned, although Lao Xu slapped the horse's leg on the horse's leg, few people know about it, and everyone thinks that Lao Xu was wrongfully imprisoned by the prime minister of the dynasty, so he is naturally the first choice of the object of complaint.

It's a pity that a serious illness almost cost Xu Hanliang half of his life, and now that he is in good health, he naturally has to come over to fight for it.

Changshu Poetry Club......

Xu Hanliang shook his head, he didn't have time to waste time with a group of scholars who only knew how to complain. But pinching his chin and thinking about it, Xu Hanliang still agreed.

"That's very good, Brother Zhongwen don't be impatient, I'll come when I go."

Xu Hanliang arched his hand, and then entered the small kitchen, and when he came out, two jars of seasoning had already been carried into his arms, and the two of them left the small courtyard and got into the carriage hired by Li Zhongwen.

If it is as usual, the little maid and the childish mother may not be able to bear the nonsense of her own husband.

When you are recovering from a serious illness, you should have raised it.

But the gathering of literati and, this is a big event, in the heart of the childish girl, it can be regarded as a thing that can be imagined to the highest level, so that the little maid opened her mouth several times and did not say the slightest rebuttal.

Carriages were hired.

Xu Hanliang is carrying huge debts, his sleeves are breezy, and Li Zhongwen is a talented man from a poorer family.

But literati have always been interested in face.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the top red mansion on the edge of the West Lake, here is the most famous green building red boat in this area, came a little later, at this time, there are already many scholars on the red boat that has been wrapped by the whole room.

"The origin of the word, is your body good?"

"Don't worry, our body is like a mustard, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai, Lord Xu is high-spirited, and there is no need to worry about the disaster of prison for a while. The official family is attentive to the people, and will definitely return justice to Lord Xu. ”

"Don't worry about words, but cherish them."

Following the guidance of the boatman, the two boarded the cruise ship, and many literati looked over and bowed their hands to Xu Hanliang, some of whom were more familiar, while others had only a few faces in Xu Hanliang's memory.

The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and they are very earnest.

"Thank you."

Xu Hanliang returned the salute, his face stiffened with a smile, but his eyes fell on the red boat.

With the typical exaggerated architectural style of the Song Dynasty, there are lights everywhere, and countless young ladies and sisters wearing light gauze may be the staff of the red boat, and from time to time there is a coquettish laughter.

In ancient times, no matter which modern man in the Qinglou is afraid that he will look at it twice, which is no less than the temptation of a certain island country Feitian Xindi to the Chinese people.

Xu Hanliang is no exception.

He followed Li Zhongwen's guidance to find his position, and looked at the charming women who shuttled by, and said in his heart, this time the Changshu Poetry Club may have attracted most of the red people here.

It's inevitable.

Although this world is plagued by internal and external troubles, and the strong enemy Jin Guo is eyeing the tiger, the literary style of the Northern Song Dynasty is sassy, which has not affected this group of scholars in the slightest, and only knows that the literati of the Northern Song Dynasty, who stood on the moral high ground and scolded Fang Xuan, commanded to point out the country with their mouths.

And the literati are inseparable, nature and romance are inseparable.

In order to fight for fame, the women of the Qinglou will inevitably fall in love with such a poetry gathering, even if it is a group of stinky chess basket gatherings. Xu Hanliang didn't think about it for a long time, but cared about tonight's dishes.

Stir-frying, this is something Xu Hanliang didn't expect.

As far as he knows, although stir-fried food arose in the Tang and Song dynasties, most of the food in the Song Dynasty was still steaming and roasting, and stir-fried vegetables were somewhat high-spirited.

"Time is gone, do you know when this poem will begin?"

waited and waited, until it was dark, Xu Hanliang couldn't help but say.

"It's not mine, I probably don't know the word, today's Changshu poetry will be slightly different from the past. Brother You, who was seriously ill a few days ago, may not be clear, this time we have a big man in Changshu who wants to appear, maybe we have to wait a little longer. ”

Li Zhongwen hurriedly explained.

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