This is the first time Fan Xiwen has seen the night of Luoyang, which is picturesque. The dark night is like a huge puzzle, attracting countless people to its unremitting pursuit and freehand. Fan Xiwen changed into a white Confucian robe again at this time, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyebrows were starry, and although he was a little younger, he showed a mature aura all the time, so that the ladies around him didn't dare to look at him, but secretly scanned it. Before entering Cai's mansion, Fan Xiwen was scanned by his subordinates at least dozens of times, including appreciation, shyness, extreme, and of course, hatred, that is, Wei Zhongdao, who was beaten by Fan Xiwen yesterday.

Wei Zhongdao looked at Fan Xiwen hatefully, and Fan Xiwen naturally saw him. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing a little cynicism, which can turn the beauty fans around him who are peeking at him into a daze, and his eyebrows are full of color. Ignoring their gazes, Fan Xiwen walked straight towards Wei Zhongdao.

"Oops! Isn't this Brother Wei? Brother Wei hasn't seen the brilliance for many days, and he is still so bright. Fan Xiwen walked to Wei Zhongdao's side, climbed Wei Zhongdao's shoulder and said affectionately, in the eyes of others, the two seem to have not seen each other for a long time, and now they are catching up!

Oh, yes! Wei Zhongdao is really still glorious. Dressed in a white Confucian robe with a humble son, coupled with a face that is definitely whiter than Fan Xiwen, he is simply dressed as a little white face. This dress may have a little sensational effect in normal times, but tonight's dress is definitely "amazing", the swollen old Gao on the left and right sides, and he is wearing such a coquettish, it is also very difficult not to "amaze the audience".

"Hehe, thanks to Brother Fan's care, Zhongdao is very good." Although he hated Fan Xiwen to death in his heart, Wei Zhongdao still had to pretend to be a humble gentleman and polite. Fan Xiwen's dress tonight is a fight with Wei Zhongdao, but it is really a sensation, and everywhere he goes is the focus of everyone, and now there are many people here who are looking at these two "good friends" who are reminiscing. Especially most of them are beautiful women, everyone is beautiful, and you must pay attention to your image.

"Yes, it's been quite bad for my brother lately, especially what happened last night really disappointed my brother." Fan Xiwen hit the snake with a stick, don't you Wei Zhongdao like to pretend to be a humble gentleman to speak Wen Zou Zou? Okay, since you call me "Brother Fan", it's not easy for me Fan Xiwen to refuse, so I simply recognized this cheap little brother.

"Hehe, I don't know if Brother Fan has something to worry about, if you say it, maybe the younger brother can solve your worries." For Fan Xiwen, Wei Zhongdao has a very strong fear in addition to the strong hatred in his heart, mainly because Wei Zhongdao, who slapped the fan last night, didn't know anything, and he was afraid in his heart.

Just when Fan Xiwen and Wei Zhongdao were talking "affectionately", two scholars were watching them in the distance, no, to be precise, watching Fan Xiwen's performance. These two scholars were different from the others, neither in the pile of beauties, nor in three or four together to chant poetry.

One of the gentlemen was pale, as if he had been suffering from a very severe typhoid fever, but he kept his hand on the wine gourd, and even when he looked at others, he kept pouring wine into his mouth. The gentleman was emaciated, almost skinny and bone-like. A wooden crown of hair coiled the soldier's black hair, and he wore a black robe, but his bright eyes gave people a bright look. And this scholar is not very old, about the same as Fan Xiwen.

There was also a scholar standing next to him, and this one was not as thin as the one before, but it was not much better. He wears a silver crown on his head, but he is wearing a cloth green shirt, which is a very strange combination, giving people a very incongruous feeling. Shizi was staring at Fan Xiwen tightly at this time, his eyes looked a little wooden, but occasionally a few flashes of essence were well covered up by Shizi.

"Okay, don't stare at others so much, everyone else has seen it." The drunken gentleman poured the wine from the wine gourd into his mouth fiercely, and then said to his companion beside him.

"Hehe, isn't that curious? The man seemed to be very funny. The scholar listened to his companion's words and turned his gaze away without a trace, and then walked around the beautiful woman for a while, and then reluctantly withdrew his gaze, watching his companion pour the wine in the wine gourd so hard, it was quite heartache in his heart. This is a fine wine bought from Qingfeng Building, and a tael of silver can buy a small sip of good things, but if you look at the spilled things, it is all money.

"Curious about what? Fan Xiwen was just crowned at the end of last year, and the Han Dynasty is second only to the legend of the final army, but it is also like that, sinister and cunning. Nothing to look at. The scholar said disdainfully, and then poured a sip of wine into his mouth again, only to suddenly find that there was no wine in the wine gourd, and shook it vigorously two or three times, and the scholar had to hang the wine gourd around his waist.

"But Fengxiao, don't you know that Le'an is most famous now for his superb brewing skills? If you have such a good wine with him, you can't just drink it! The strangely decorated gentleman was amused by his companion's disdain, and couldn't help but quip.

"Family year, I want to go to the Le'an Army, the Le'an Army broke 80,000 yellow scarves with 10,000 last year, and the combat effectiveness is still okay. It's just that Fan Xiwen has more than 10,000 people in a short period of time, and he is sharp, so he can't easily join in. The scholar called "Fengxiao" kindly reminded.

"Fengxiao, my generation should gallop on the battlefield, the years of the golden iron horse are my pursuit, otherwise I wouldn't have slipped out of the house, this time I must go to the Le'an army to see it anyway." In the face of the admonition of his friends, the scholar called "Family Year" did not waver in his mind at all, but became more determined.

Well, let's start with the names of these two scholars. The scholar with a wine gourd hanging on his waist is named Guo Jiazi Fengxiao, a person from Yingchuan. He studied at Yingchuan Academy, and was a top student of Yingchuan Academy, resourceful, and a leader in Yingchuan Academy. Now I am traveling outside to increase my knowledge.

And the person next to Guo Jia is called Wen Jia, the year of the character, and a person from Jingzhou. The family belongs to a big family in Jingzhou, and his uncle Wen Ping is a general in Jingzhou. However, Wen Jia did not like his environment, and he ran away from home last year and vowed to travel to the ends of the world. Not long ago, I met Guo Jia and a big man in the Sanfu area, and the three of them called each other brothers and sisters at first sight, and came to Beijing together. The purpose is to accompany Guo Jia to participate in this Luoyang poetry meeting, and at the same time see the customs of Luoyang.

(Young man, why don't you offer your guests?) Quack, the puppets laughed. ）