After a stick of incense.

Ren Pingsheng put the little fox on the ground, put on his robe, stood up, and stretched his waist.

"Comfortable."

Not to mention, Rua was a little fox for a while, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

It's no wonder that when I was in school, there were several cat cafes in the nearby shopping street.

It's okay to pet the cat, and it really decompresses.

"Having said that, today's little fox is a little strange, his body has always been stiff, and he hasn't made a sound from beginning to end, unlike the coquettish one that used to be spoiled at every turn...... Is it homesickness? ”

Ren Pingsheng looked at the back of the little fox, didn't think much about it, and said casually: "Don't run around, go back to the house to sleep, and take you out of the city to play in a few days." ”

The little fox turned a deaf ear and faced the corner, leaving him with only a lonely back.

"You ......"

Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Xiao Nuxia's voice coming from outside the door.

"Who to take with you?"

Xiao Rongxue held the embroidered spring knife in her hand, leaned against the courtyard door, and asked lukewarmly.

"It."

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand and pointed at the little fox.

Xiao Rongxue turned her head to look, her face softened a little, and she said, "Compared with taking it to play, let's think more about how to deal with King Jin." ”

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng's heart sank and asked, "King Jin has not been punished?" ”

"Not really."

Xiao Rongxue said: "It's just that I wasn't severely punished...... The emperor's decree has not yet come down, but according to the news from the palace, the king of Jin was imprisoned in the imperial prison.

The family property of the Jin Wangfu, including the mansion, was all vested in the internal palace, and the guests were all dismissed, and all the wives entered the palace, nominally to facilitate the visit of the Jin King, but in fact it was no different from imprisonment. ”

Speaking of this, he sighed leisurely: "In fact, in the past hundred years, there has never been a prince who has been punished like this, but compared to his sins, it is still a little worse, I originally thought that he should at least be deprived of his title of prince and demoted to a concubine." ”

Ren Pingsheng frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds, and asked, "Do you know how long he will be imprisoned?" ”

"I don't know."

Xiao Rongxue shook her head and guessed: "It should be more than ten years, otherwise Xu Ruxian will not give up." ”

Ten years, you don't have to worry about it in a short time.

I'm afraid that he will be released after being locked up for a year and a half.

In that case, you really have to find a way to strike first.

Of course.

For now, King Jin is still alive is a hidden danger that needs to be eradicated, but it is not as urgent as before.

"Got it, I'll find a way to deal with him." Ren Pingsheng bowed slightly and said.

Xiao Rongxue snorted, turned around and prepared to go back to the house, but casually glanced at it, but saw that his forehead was full of cold sweat, and couldn't help but think of the last time he was afraid of troublesome himself and endured the pain, and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?" ”

Ren Pingsheng looked dazed: "What can I do?" ”

Xiao Rongxue's gaze looked at the location of his lower abdomen, where was the golden pill he had refined.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said: "If you are uncomfortable, come to me, don't endure it alone, sooner or later you will endure something, but I can still survive without rest for a night." ”

The voice fell.

The fox in the corner turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stared at Xiao Rongxue deadly.

She could see at a glance that this young man in a unicorn suit and holding an embroidered spring knife was a woman dressed as a man.

Not only did women disguise themselves as men, but they also used masks to hide their true faces.

"The prince of Zhenbei is Ren Pingsheng...... It's really a good means, no wonder he behaved in front of Chang An, it turned out to be Jinwu Zangjiao, and her acting skills were so realistic, she even deceived this seat. ”

The corners of the fox's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he looked at Xiao Rongxue, disdainful in his heart: "There is also this person, he is so blatant in seducing a married man, and he said that he can survive without resting all night, it is really shameless!" ”

I don't blame her for misunderstanding.

Xiao Nuxia's words, Ren Pingsheng felt a little strange when he heard it, if it weren't for her serious face, he would have thought she was driving.

Ren Pingsheng suppressed the urge to play the heroine, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and replied: "It's really fine, when you need it, you don't need to say it, I'll go to you myself." ”

"Good...... I went back to rest. ”

Xiao Rongxue didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her words, so she took the embroidered spring knife and went back to the bedroom.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng picked up the broken knife and walked back to the house in the same step.

Walked to the door, stopped, looked at the little fox sitting in the corner, raised his voice and asked, "You don't go back to the house to sleep?" ”

The little fox turned a deaf ear, curled up in a ball on its own, lay in the corner, and closed its eyes.

How did you run under the tree and fall asleep.

Reminiscing about life in the wild?

That's it.

As long as you don't run around, it's the same wherever you sleep.

Ren Pingsheng didn't think much about it and closed the door.

He casually put the broken knife on the table, took off his coat, went to bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Hazy.

When he noticed someone entering the house, he was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach for a knife.

At this time, I suddenly found that I couldn't lift up a little strength.

"What's going on?"

Ren Pingsheng was shocked, and he used all his strength to open his eyes, but he only opened them a little for a while.

Through the gap, I could vaguely see a graceful figure appearing in front of my eyes.

Looking up is a familiar veil, eyebrows and eyes painted with delicate light makeup, faintly red diamond lips, and a fair and slender swan neck exposed by looking up.

The gaze gradually descended.

What you see is the long hair hanging down the waist, the flat lower abdomen, and a pair of straight and even, soft and smooth calves.

"Yes...... Chang'an? ”

Ren Pingsheng's heart jumped, and his eyes became extraordinarily deep.

The figure trembled slightly, as if it was making some extremely important decision.

After struggling for a while, he finally made up his mind and slowly knelt on the chair according to the method recorded in the first chapter of the Yin and Yang Liangyi Heart Sutra.

Window.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the breeze blows, the leaves make a salsa sound, and the branches sway slightly.

A light rain poured down the tree trunks.

Over time.

Torrential winds and rains are coming.

The branches swayed violently in the wind, almost breaking.

The rain poured down and smashed on the dense branches, splashing foam.

The rain slid down the branches and dipped into the mud, making it wet.

…………

Outside of the dream, it's business as usual.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the breeze blows slightly.

Heavenly Sect Master Luo Qingmo was drowsy, and suddenly felt something, his furry ears instantly stood up, fluttering, and his eyes looked at the wooden door of the main room.

There, there's nothing.

Except for Ren Pingsheng's breathing was slightly short, there was nothing abnormal.

But at a certain moment just now, she did feel Chang An's breath.

"Strange thing."

Luo Qingmo muttered in his heart, lay back on his stomach, his small body curled up in a ball, and unconsciously fell asleep.

…………

Following.

When Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes, he only felt lightheaded and groggy.

It's also drowsy, but it's different from the candle night in the cave room.

After the candles in the cave room, I woke up in the morning and felt a faint ache all over my body.

But this time, I didn't feel anything except dizziness.

There is no doubt that what happened last night was just a dream.

But......

Is there really such a real dream in the world?

It was so real that he couldn't judge the truth or falsehood, and he was reluctant to use the Pure Heart Jade, for fear of interrupting the other party's rhythm...... Cough.

All in all, compared to the previous dream of Xiao Green Tea, this time the dream is much more real.

Not surprisingly, the strength of the dreamer's primordial spirit far exceeds his own.

Could it be Chang'an?

This is the most likely person.

But here's the problem...... What is she trying to do?

In the dream, he was unable to cultivate the Yin and Yang Liangyi Heart Sutra, which did not do him the slightest benefit to improving his cultivation.

Coming to such a scene, except for being able to enjoy the joy of more than half an hour in a dream, and waking up refreshed, there seems to be nothing else.

After a while of cranky thinking, I still don't have a clue.

Ren Pingsheng simply didn't bother about it.

Anyway, it's in a dream, and it has no effect on reality, so it's good to have fun in time.

With that in mind, he turned on the check-in system.

[Successful sign-in, strength +1]

A familiar cue sounds.

Ren Pingsheng got up and changed his clothes, took the broken knife, pushed open the door, and began to cultivate.

And so it was for the next two days.

Suddenly, he was still a little unaccustomed to being idle, and from time to time he teased the little fox twice.

It's just that, for some reason, the little fox seems to be very resistant to his own petting, and every time he touches it, his body is stiff, and occasionally he trembles, which is completely different from the previous soft and coquettish little fox.

If it hadn't been there, it hadn't left Ren's mansion.

Ren Pingsheng thought he had changed to a fox.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that since the last time I dreamed of Chang'an, I haven't dreamed again for three consecutive days.

To be honest, it's a bit of a pity.

After all, although it is just a dream, the sensory experience is all very real, almost indistinguishable from reality.

In short, the days go by day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the seventh month.

Qixi Festival, also known as the Qiqiao Festival, is the only festival dominated by women among the many festivals of the Great Zhou.

In Jingshi, whether it is a girl who has not left the pavilion or a young woman who has already married, they will worship the seventh sister on this day, but the purpose is different, one is to pray for marriage, and the other is to pray for blessings and wishes.

In July, the weather turned cooler.

Early morning.

The blue sky is clear and translucent, there are no clouds floating, less bright and dazzling, more leisurely and slow tranquility and calmness.

Ren Pingsheng got up to change his clothes, called a guard, and ordered him to bring a basin of warm water.

I added some hair-care herbs to it and came to the next door.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw the little green tea with her buttocks crossed, and she put a clever fruit on the far end of the stone table.

"Miss Chuyue." Ren Pingsheng called softly.

Jiang Chuyue turned her head to look at him, and saw that he was holding a basin in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he stood up straight, looking moved, and said in a trembling voice: "The prince is here to give people a hairbath, woo, so moved." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and wiped away his non-existent tears, his big watery eyes blinking.

Tanabata is a tradition in the Gyeonggi region, and it is said that it can make women young and beautiful, and let unmarried girls find Ruyi Langjun as soon as possible.

Ren Pingsheng came in with warm water, just to take advantage of this excuse to see Chang An and see if she was discouraged.

If you can, by the way, let's test whether the dream of the other day is related to her.

This question has been bothering him for a long time.

If it weren't for Chang An, who would be turning into Chang An in a dream and galloping wildly.

If it was Chang An, why did she reject herself that day? Is it shyness, or something else.

"Miss Chuyue misunderstood, I'm here to find Madame."

Ren Pingsheng calmly watched the little green tea performance, unmoved.

“……”

Jiang Chuyue didn't expect him to refuse so simply, his expression was slightly stagnant, and he looked aggrieved: "Okay, it's someone else's own passion......"

After a pause, he said, "Senior sister doesn't want to see the prince today, so the prince will come back in a few days." ”

Sure enough, again.

Ren Pingsheng was used to eating closed-door soup, so he only said "I know", and then turned around and walked back.

Jiang Chuyue looked at his back, pursed her lips, raised her voice, and said to herself: "Jiang Chuyue...... It's ridiculous that you're a little girl who no one cares about, and you always take yourself seriously. ”

The tone of self-deprecation is pitiful.

Those who don't know must be distressed when they hear it.

But Ren Pingsheng knew.

This is just one of the many ways that little green tea attracts itself.

“……”

Ren Pingsheng stopped, turned his head to look at Jiang Chuyue, and showed a touch of helplessness between his eyebrows: "Miss Chuyue, isn't it okay for us to be honest?" ”

Jiang Chuyue saw that he really stopped, her pretty little face showed a touch of joy, she blinked playfully, and her voice was soft: "That person is honest with the prince, will the prince give people what they want?" ”

Ren Pingsheng replied very decisively: "No." ”

Little Green Tea: "......"

Ren Pingsheng shrugged: "You have to tell me first, what do you really want?" ”

"What do you want......

Hearing this, Little Green Tea fell into thought, thinking about it, and a blush rose on her pretty face.

Ren Pingsheng: "......"

What kind of mess she was thinking about, Ren Pingsheng was too lazy to care, and he couldn't care about it.

Today, he has more important things to do, and he doesn't have time to accompany Little Green Tea to play a guess and guess game here.

"Miss Chuyue thought slowly, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany the girl."

Ren Pingsheng said casually, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

At this time, Jiang Chuyue called out to him: "People have already thought about it." ”

Ren Pingsheng stopped and looked at her.

Jiang Chuyue pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said, "People want the son of the world......"

Speaking of which, it came to an abrupt end.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng didn't react, he pouted and continued: "Give people a haircut." ”

"Mu Fa?"

Ren Pingsheng glanced at the window of the main room, and his face showed a look of hesitation.

When you bathe your hair, you may inevitably touch your cheeks, ears, or neck.

In this era when men and women do not kiss, there is no doubt that only those close to them can do it for women's hair.

If there is only one little green tea, it doesn't hurt, but Chang'an is still there, wouldn't it be inappropriate?

After struggling for a few seconds, he chose to refuse: "This basin of water was specially prepared by me for your senior sister, and many medicinal herbs have been added......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Green Tea: "But senior sister doesn't want it...... People will never grab what my sister wants, but what my sister doesn't want, people will take it and use it, so it's okay after all. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the window, and a bright smile appeared between his eyebrows: "Besides, Senior Sister is very generous, and she will definitely not mind if someone uses something that Senior Sister doesn't want." ”

The meaning of the words was meaningful, and Ren Pingsheng could naturally hear it.

He raised his eyes and looked at the window, hoping that Chang An would react, even if he didn't reprimand Xiao Green Tea and called her.

It's just that.

After a few breaths, the courtyard was still quiet.

Chang An acquiesced to Xiao Green Tea's words, which was something she didn't want.

Although he knew that Chang An had a mental illness, he was not good at expressing emotions.

Ren Pingsheng was still uncomfortable in his heart, looked at the little green tea, nodded slightly, and only said one word: "Okay." ”

Little Green Tea didn't notice anything abnormal, walked to the stone table happily, and blinked: "Shizi, it's here." ”

"Okay."

Ren Pingsheng put the wooden basin on the stone table, stretched out his hand and put it behind Xiao Green Tea's head, and said in a gentle tone: "Bow your head." ”

"Hmm."

Little Green Tea responded obediently, slowly bent down, and her slender waist was slightly arched.

The sound of rushing water sounded.

Fingertips run across the neck and cheeks.

Rising electricity runs all the way from the tail vertebrae.

Wet water marks ran down the long hair and suddenly fell into the collarbone, winding down, wetting the placket.

Little Green Tea's body trembled slightly involuntarily.

After a stick of incense.

Ren Pingsheng wiped her long hair with a handkerchief, and his movements were careful and gentle.

Little Green Tea's heart was pounding, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"Alright."

Ren Pingsheng felt that he had almost wiped it and reminded softly.

"The ...... of the Prince"

Jiang Chuyue turned around and almost fell.

Ren Pingsheng's strong and powerful arms hugged her in time, and the palms of his hands were clasped on her slender waist, stabilizing her unbalanced body.

Little Green Tea's pretty face and earlobes were flushed, and she reached out to climb his chest, her pink lips opened lightly, and her voice was soft and glutinous, as if she was intimate with the person she liked: "Woo...... Shizi, people are so cold. ”

As soon as the words fell.

Chang An's cold voice came from the room.

"The first moon."

Little Green Tea turned a deaf ear, tilted his head slightly, his wet eyes turned into autumn water and stared at his face, and his voice was soft: "It's really cold." ”

house.

Chang An raised his voice: "The first moon." ”

The voice was as cold as ever.

"It seems that Chang An is not as pure and desireless as he imagined, and he doesn't care."

The corners of Ren Pingsheng's mouth hooked up a smile, let go of his hands, and reminded softly: "Miss Chuyue, Madame called you." ”

Little Green Tea realized something, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, his pink lips opened slightly, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

After a few seconds, reason triumphs over emotion again.

At this moment, she finally realized that from beginning to end, she was just a tool used by Shizi to provoke her senior sister.

She let go of her slender little hand, lowered her eyes slightly, and whispered, "Shizi walks slowly." ”

This time it's really a little aggrieved.

Most of Ren Pingsheng's attention was on Chang An, and he didn't notice Xiao Green Tea's abnormal emotions, so he didn't say much, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

The breeze is gentle, the shallow coolness, caressing the early morning of the end of summer, rippling the sorrow of a place.

Jiang Chuyue stood in place, watching Ren Pingsheng's back get farther and farther away until he disappeared from his sight.

A hint of soft sadness crept in.

She didn't come to her senior sister like she had done twice before, and told her senior sister with a smile that she also wanted to practice the "Yin and Yang Liangyi Heart Sutra".

Or half-jokingly say something, if the senior sister doesn't mind, she is willing to share her worries.

She just pushed open the door very calmly, came to the senior sister, and said with a serious face: "Senior sister, it's boring to stay in Beijing, people want to go back to the north." ”

Chang An looked at her with cold eyes and didn't say a word.

A few seconds later.

Little Green Tea pursed her lips aggrievedly, and said angrily: "The prince is so annoying, he will come to the senior sister in the future, and the senior sister will deal with him herself!" People don't pay attention to him anymore! ”

Chang An knows his sister's temperament very well, which is very consistent with the girl's age, her emotions come and go quickly, and she is easy to get up, but if she is wronged, she will not take it too seriously.

Therefore, after thinking for a few seconds, she slowly spoke: "What should I do if I ignore him?" ”

“……”

Jiang Chuyue obviously didn't expect her senior sister to ask such a question, she was stunned at first, and then said in a firm tone: "Ignore him again, people are dogs!" ”

…………

The other side.

Ren Pingsheng left the mansion, turned over his horse, and went straight to the door of the Mu Mansion.

I stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a while, the door slowly opened.

A porter cautiously poked his head out, glanced at Ren Pingsheng vigilantly, and asked lukewarmly, "Who are you?" What's the matter? ”

Ren Pingsheng said: "Ren Pingsheng of Zhenbei Wangfu, make an appointment with Miss Murou, go to the banquet together today, and worry about it." ”

"Zhenbei Wangfu ......"

The porter was stunned for a moment, then realized something, and his eyes widened: "You are the prince of Zhenbei?" ”

"It's me." Ren Pingsheng bowed slightly.

"You wait, the little one will go to Tongyu right away."

Knowing Ren Pingsheng's identity, the porter instantly became enthusiastic: "Why don't you come and sit down first?" ”

With the help of those who have a heart.

Most of the people in Jingshi already knew that the prince was running around for the Mu Mansion, and finally prompted His Majesty to change his mind.

That's why.

The whole Mu Mansion regarded him as a lifesaver.

Ren Pingsheng didn't think so, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Just wait here." ”

"Okay, the little one will be right back."

The porter did not dare to slack off, and turned around and left in a hurry.

Hurriedly came to a certain courtyard and stood at the door: "Miss, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World has come down and is waiting for you at the door, saying that he has made an appointment with you to go to the banquet today, you see?" ”

In the yard.

Mu Rou was holding a copy of "Nie Xiaoqian" in her hand, watching it intently, and when she heard the voice of the porter, she was slightly stunned.

A few seconds later, she suddenly reacted, today is the Qixi Festival, and she promised to accompany the prince of Zhenbei to participate in the Qixi Festival.

"Hmm."

Mu Rou responded, turned her head to look at Qiu'er, and said softly, "Sister Qiu'er, I'm sorry for you." ”

"No trouble."

Qiu'er didn't know what to think of, her eyebrows were full of smiles, and she helped her young lady to stand up.

"Sister Qiu'er helped me to see Shizi."

"Good!"

After two sticks of incense.

With Qiu'er's support, Mu Rou walked out of the mansion and came to Ren Pingsheng's face, with no expression on her face, and her tone was as gentle as ever: "I've seen Ren Gongzi." ”

Ren Pingsheng glanced at her and smiled gently: "Miss Mu's complexion looks a little better than before." ”

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled lightly and she didn't speak.

My own body, I know best, saying that it is getting worse and worse, without the slightest exaggeration.

Every day when I open my eyes, I feel that my condition is a little worse than before.

I'm afraid that in less than a year, she won't even be able to stand up.

Ren Pingsheng observed his words and changed the topic: "The Qixi Festival will be held in Yirenju, and the famous young talents in Beijing will be present at that time, I heard that many of them are handsome and very talented, and Miss Mu can see them more at that time." ”

When Mu Rou heard this, her eyes showed a touch of confusion.

He asked himself to accompany him to the Qixi Festival, didn't he want to get closer to him and enhance friendship.

In that case, why allow yourself to look at others more?

I'm wondering.

A carriage came from a short distance away and came to a steady stop.

"The carriage has arrived, Miss Mu should get in the car."

Ren Pingsheng stood beside the carriage, lifted the curtain, and said softly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ren."

Mu Rou spoke softly, and with the support of the little maid, she laboriously got into the carriage.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng instructed the coachman: "Slow down on the road, if you encounter sundries, try to detour as much as possible, don't bump, understand?" ”

"The little one understands." The coachman nodded heavily.

Ren Pingsheng didn't say more, turned over his horse, and went straight to Yirenju.

Half an hour later.

At the entrance of Yirenju, it is quite lively.

Along the side of the road there is a carriage parked, all luxuriously decorated.

In comparison.

The carriage of Mufu is more shabby.

The coachman controlled the horses, gradually stopped, and reminded, "Miss, you have arrived at Yirenju." ”

As soon as the words fell.

A young man in Tsing Yi came over and asked, "Do you have an invitation?" ”

"This ......"

The driver looked embarrassed and turned his head to look at the curtain.

A few seconds later, Mu Rou's voice came from the car curtain: "No." ”

The little girl in Tsing Yi said: "Today's Qixi Festival, there is no invitation, no entry, and no carriage can stop!" ”

The coachman said, "We are here with the son." ”

In the name of dignitaries, he tried to infiltrate the Wenhui and climb the flames...... He has seen a lot of such people today.

Hearing this, he didn't think much about it, and said casually: "It's useless to talk to anyone, we Yirenju held the Qixi Festival, only invite talented and beautiful people with real talents, I advise you to go back early, and when there are more and more people, your carriage will be difficult to go out." ”

The voice fell.

A young man's voice came from behind him.

"They're my friends, and it's an invitation."

This sound sounds familiar.

The little girl in Tsing Yi was slightly stunned, turned his head to look, and saw a handsome face.

"The prince of Zhenbei?!"

He was shocked in his heart, and his voice trembled a little: "The little ones don't know that they are friends of His Royal Highness, and the little ones ......."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the handsome young man waving his hand, looking disapproving.

"It doesn't matter."

When the little guy in Tsing Yi heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren Pingsheng took back the invitation, walked to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and said softly: "Miss Mu, we are here." ”

"Hmm."

Mu Rou didn't seem to have the strength to talk more, so she answered softly, and with Qiu'er's support, she stepped out of the carriage.

When Ren Pingsheng saw this scene, he suddenly regretted it a little.

I knew that Xiao Tianshi's condition was getting worse and worse, so I shouldn't have taken her out to toss again.

If you don't see the right eye today, next time, I will first screen out a few talented people with good family backgrounds and handsome appearances, and send them to Xiao Tianshi for her draft.

A burst of cranky thoughts.

Ren Pingsheng walked beside Mu Rou, and together with Qiu'er, blocked a small area, and slowly walked towards Yirenju.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Soon, someone recognized Ren's identity and whispered about it.

"That is Ren Pingsheng, the prince of Zhenbei."

"The prince of Zhenbei...... Is that the genius who made it difficult to walk? ”

"Not only is it difficult to travel, but the forty-one Drunken Flower Pavilion farewells are also made by him."

"Forty-one Drunken Flower Pavilion farewell?"

A talented man looked dazed.

He is a native of Jiangdong, and he doesn't know much about what happened in Jingshi recently, and before that, he has never heard of any Drunken Flower Pavilion farewell.

Next to it, a talented man from Beijing explained: "Some time ago, the prince of Zhenbei bid farewell to the children of Wuxun who went south to fight in the Zuihua Pavilion, a total of forty-one people, and composed forty-one poems, each of which is a masterpiece, and several of them are even masterpieces.

Now in Jingshi, these forty-one poems have been recited one after another, and everyone collectively calls them the Drunken Flower Pavilion farewell. ”

Around.

When the scholars who came from other places to participate in the cultural meeting heard this, their expressions became a little strange.

He wrote forty-one poems in one breath, and all of them are masterpieces, and even a few of them are masterpieces...... Who believes?

They don't believe it anyway.

Although I didn't believe it, I didn't show it.

After all, the other party is the prince of Zhenbei, and if he offends him, I am afraid that there will be no good end.

As soon as he thought of this, the Jiangdong genius casually responded: "That's really powerful." ”

Then he changed the topic and talked about something else: "Then again, who are the two girls next to the prince of Zhenbei?" ”

"I don't know, I've never seen it before."

"If I'm not mistaken, the prince of Zhenbei has a wife, that is, the eldest princess of Chang'an, today's begging festival, he came to participate in the cultural meeting, and he didn't bring his own wife, but a strange woman, it's really strange."

The crowd whispered.

After a while, someone finally recognized Mu Rou and whispered, "That's Mu Rou, the little Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion." ”

The voice fell.

Everyone looked stunned: "The Heavenly Master's Mansion is located in the north, and it has an excellent relationship with the Zhenbei Palace, so it is not surprising that the two of them walked together." ”

In a whisper.

Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou walked into Yirenju.

As soon as he entered the door, the Jingshi Shizi who pursued him greeted him warmly: "I've seen Shikui!" ”

Poetry?

Where?

Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou both looked dazed, and turned their heads at the same time, their movements were the same, and they were very tacit.

“……”

When the Jingshi saw this scene, his expression froze, and he was speechless for a while.

This time.

A few more scholars stepped forward to greet him: "Ren Shikui, your poem is difficult, I engraved it on the desk, and I have to recite it every day before reading, it is really magnificent, and I still feel agitated when I read it, and I can't calm down for a long time." ”

"There is also the last of the forty-one songs of farewell in the drunken flower pavilion, lying in the night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier into a dream, heroic and tragic, awe-inspiring."

Looking at the enthusiastic scholars in front of him.

After being in a trance for a while, Ren Pingsheng reacted.

Good guy, it turns out that Shikui is actually myself.

Side.

Mu Rou was still at a loss.

Ren Pingsheng is a poet?

Why have I never heard of his poems for so many years?

These are said to be difficult to walk, and what does it mean to say goodbye to Drunken Flower Pavilion forty-one songs?

"My friend is frail and sick, so I have to send her to her seat to rest first, so I'm sorry that I can't talk to you in detail."

Ren Pingsheng didn't expect these scholars to be so enthusiastic about him, and he hurriedly raised his voice and interrupted them.

The voice fell.

There was a look of loss on the faces of the soldiers, but they quickly returned to normal and left one after another.

This time.

A handsome young woman walked over with a smile on her face: "Your Royal Highness, your place has been reserved for you, just at the front. ”

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction of her finger, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you change me to a secluded location?" ”

When the female shopkeeper heard this, she glanced at Mu Rou, immediately understood, and nodded with a smile: "That's natural, the slave family led the son over." ”

After a stick of incense.

The female shopkeeper led them to a secluded corner, where the sight was so good that she could see most of the guests clearly, but it was not noticeable.

"Look, how is this place?" The female shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Yes, that's it."

Ren Pingsheng nodded with satisfaction and looked at her: "Girl, is there a blanket here, the kind that can be covered on your legs and cushioned on the chair?" ”

"Yes, the slave family will go and get it."

The female shopkeeper answered, turned to leave, and after a while, she brought two delicately made blankets, one on the chair, and the other handed to Ren Pingsheng.

"If the prince commands, let him call the slave."

"Thank you."

After a few pleasantries, the female shopkeeper turned around and left.

Ren Pingsheng sent the chair behind Mu Rou and said softly, "Miss Mu, please take a seat." ”

It's the first time I've been taken care of so meticulously by a man of the same age.

A warm current surged through Mu Rou's heart, and she sat gently on the chair, and said gently: "Thank you Gongzi Ren." ”

Ren Pingsheng handed the blanket to Qiu'er, sat down not far from her, and teased with a smile: "Miss Mu can think about other names when she is free, I feel that it won't take long, thank you Ren Gongzi, I am tired of hearing this sentence." ”

Something else......

Mu Rou blinked, a rare playful time, and said with a smile: "Thank you Ren Shikui." ”

“……”

Ren Pingsheng choked on a sip of tea in his throat and almost choked.

Mu Rou felt interesting and asked curiously, "Why do they call Ren Gongzi Shikui?" There are also forty-one songs about the difficulty of walking and the farewell of the Drunken Flower Pavilion, what is it? ”

Little Heavenly Master is a literary girl.

If you talk about poetry on weekdays, you will definitely show flaws, and it is better to tell the truth.

As soon as he thought of this, Ren Pingsheng said: "When I was in the north, I met a master from outside the world, and I wrote many poems, many of which were excellent, and I memorized them all, and occasionally read one or two poems, and others thought that I did it."

I explained it at first, but no one believed it, and then I didn't bother to explain it, just thought I wrote it myself, and those people called me a poet because of these poems. ”

As he spoke, he recited a difficult journey and a few famous farewell poems.

"Good poems, good words."

After Mu Rou heard this, her eyes lit up slightly, and she looked at Ren Pingsheng's eyes even more curiously, blinked, and asked softly, "What is the name of the worldly master that Ren Gongzi said?" ”

Ren Pingsheng said with a serious face: "Tang Song." ”

Tang and Song ......

Is there really such a worldly master who doesn't care about reputation at all, but can make dozens of masterpieces?

Mu Rou was skeptical and didn't say much.

Right now.

A woman's voice rang out in the Curie.

"The theme of today's meeting is...... Tanabata! ”

(End of chapter)