"Willow Heads on the Moon ......"

The young man looked up and saw that the moonlight was as cool as water, and through the cracks in the willow trees, the remaining mottled light and shadow seemed to hang on the branches, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of arc and couldn't help but murmur softly.

On both sides of the Qujiang River, there is a rich woman who has just arrived just opened the sedan curtain and enters the eyes is a very handsome face, the moonlight falls on the side of the face on a layer of shimmer, the woman is a little stunned, so the young man is rare to hear a few times in the world, called a beautiful son, the lips are lightly opened and whispered the poems that the young man just read out is even more brilliant in his eyes.

"Meet to go to the Qinglou. ”

"Angry at the crown railing, a pot of wine beside me. ”

Speaking of which, it is the first time to visit the kiln in such a bright light. ”

The young man didn't notice the gaze of the woman on the horse, just looked in the direction of Qi Fenglou and paused and chuckled, Linjiang Poetry Club, Qinglou is a talented woman with wine and beauty, calculate that it has been more than two months since he came to this world unconsciously, and he is either killing people or on the way to killing, and he has never had a moment of peace.

Now, although it is also a cup to push the sword, there is a sword shadow hidden in the exhibition,

But in the end, it can be regarded as a drunken and fast one.

"Let's go, go to the Qinglou!"

The young man untied the gourd on his waist and poured a sip of firewood wine,

With a light face, he waved his long sleeves and stepped on the bluestone slab.

Pale green wine stains drip from the corners of the mouth,

The young man turned around and grinned,

I don't know how many rich and noble women's hearts have been disturbed?

On Changting Street,

After entering the building, Fan everyone is still in a state of flux, the field is crowded, all the green buildings on Changting Street are full all day long, and the men who have some silver in their pockets but are not qualified to enter the poetry club are excellent even if they can't enter the atmosphere at close range, as for some of the seats were booked early, the dignitaries and nobles from all walks of life sat on the private room on the second floor of the critical and drank tea, but their eyes unconsciously fell in the direction of Qifeng Tower.

The Mingyue Tower directly opposite the Qifeng Tower is even more overcrowded,

Among them, there are many female dependents of major mansions,

His eyes are different from his parents, and he frequently falls on the man in green shirt at the door of Qifeng Tower,

Look at it carefully, the face is like a crown of jade, the waist is wearing Liangyu, and the style of a celebrity is full of laughter, and the woman in Lin'an City in the past just thinks that Nanyang Hou is no different from the ordinary boy who eats and drinks and waits for death in addition to a good skin.

But now he has indeed made such a feat, causing a storm all over the city, and his lonely courage is matched with this handsome skin and a freshly baked background that can sing and cry, which naturally attracts the favor of women.

"Sister Yanan. ”

"In the future, I'm afraid that the people who come to propose marriage will be able to break through the threshold of the Hou Mansion. ”

In the bamboo private room on the second floor of Qifeng Building,

The little girl in the pale yellow dress was lying on the wooden railing, her eyes were dripping, and after seeing the man in a green shirt underneath, she turned her head and said to Li Yanan beside her.

"In the past, those individuals often sneered at Brother Liangque who only knew the wind and snow, but now they know a truth that people can't look good, and the handsome men I have all the same belly furrows, which are much more atmospheric than those rough men. ”

A sly smile hung over the little girl's lips.

"As far as you know. ”

Li Yanan's finger was on the tip of the little girl's nose, although there was a joke between ordinary sisters in her movements, but when she looked closely, she was still worried in her beautiful eyes.

"Don't worry, Sister Yanan!"

"Brother Liangque will be fine, there are so many people staring at the post station, and those iron horses can't be brought out, although it is quite said that His Royal Highness Qianguo was born with three heads and six arms, but there are so many people on the street right now, and there are many good hands from various provinces, and there is no chaos in the future. ”

The little girl took the opportunity to touch Li Yanan's chest, felt the softness of her fingertips, sighed silently, and secretly felt sad.

"Okay, you little girl!"

A simple action diluted the haze in Li Yanan's heart, after all, they were all seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, although they were very worried, but looking at the current situation, they were also much relieved.

"Sister Yanan, spare your life!"

The little girl folded her clothes and curled up under the wooden fence with a pitiful appearance, but her eyes were full of girlish desire to refuse and welcome.

"Still making trouble?"

"Isn't this relieving Sister Yanan. ”

When the little girl heard this, she didn't pretend to lie on the railing and looked at the scene below.

"Little Nizi. ”

"What kind of person do you say His Highness Qianguo is?"

"Will this poetry meeting really be as expected?"

The girl is always sentimental, Li Yanan lay beside the little girl and said.

"Don't worry, Sister Yanan!"

"Do you think that a monster with three heads and six arms is more than a foot tall, and it is already a strange thing to be able to write with a pen, and if it can be exported into a poem, it is not a fantasy?"

The little girl said casually.

"Three heads and six arms?"

"Little Nizi, who did you listen to?"

Li Yanan was surprised.

"The people in the wells of Lin'an City in Qijing have spread it like this, even the old woman who washes clothes in the house also said so, and she specially gave me a peace blessing before going out, saying that it can prevent the filthy breath on those monsters from hitting the young lady. ”

The little girl made an exaggerated gesture, took out the peace blessing hanging on her waist and shook it like a treasure in front of Li Yanan's eyes, and then took it back very preciously.

"Fool, huh?"

"Three heads and six arms, and you are still tall?"

"What kind of war horse does it take to be able to hump it?"

Li Yanan patted the little girl's brain.

"Who knows?"

"Anyway, looking at those murderous generals, which one is not five big and three thick, even if it is not three heads and six arms, it is conceivable that he is fat and strong. ”

"Poof......

The little girl's little brain was crooked, and she laughed inexplicably.

"Little Nizi?"

"What are you stupid about?"

After a few jokes, the atmosphere was much livelier.

"It's funny to think of a big and fat man with a big face, his face turned red and he chanted limericks. ”

The little girl leaned forward and folded.

"Don't be happy, just wait and see what happens. ”

Li Yanan leaned against the wooden railing, dragging her chin with both hands.

The delicate little girl was lying on the side shaking the painting fan,

Eyes wandering in the crowd,

Looking away,

In a trance, he saw a young man in white walking on the long street, rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he was not mistaken, he couldn't show his surprise while covering his mouth.

"Sister Yanan, look, what a handsome son!"

The little girl pulled Li Yanan's sleeve beside her and exclaimed.

"Why is that man so familiar?"

A scribe next door looked stunned when he heard the sound and said,

"That person is Xu Xian!"

Recalling the scene at the city gate, the middle-aged scribe suddenly slapped his head and shouted, originally riding a high-headed horse and wearing a black and gold python robe, with a majestic bearing, but now it seems to be a different person, and he almost didn't recognize it.

"Xu Xian?"

"He's the barbarian butcher of the world?"

The little girl's eyes were full of astonishment.

"What about the three heads and six arms?"

"What's the matter......

I can't take my dark eyes off,

There were people in the rivers and lakes who laughed and said, if the hero is born handsome, it is the little woman Chu Chu pity period Ai Ai hid her face and said shyly that there is no way to repay it, only to make a promise, if the hero is born ordinary, it is the little woman crying and crying and sighing that there is nothing to repay in this life, so she has to be a cow and a horse in the next life, and she has to be a cow and a horse, and she has to tie the grass ring.

Although it is a joke,

But after all, there is still some truth in it,

"Why isn't it Qiren? ”

The little girl's eyes drooped, her eyelashes flickered,

It's that the tone is lowered.

"It's coming!"

"The dry man is coming!"

I don't know who shouted,

The whole long street exploded,

The voice of the middle-aged scribe was also muffled,

They knew only that the man was coming, but they did not know who it was.

Countless people on the second floor of the street poked their heads out to look for the figure of the person, but they had never seen the crowd of people looking at the bottom of them, all searching for the imaginary black and gold python robe, but they had not found it for a long time.

"Damn it, you really have the guts to come!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"It's okay to come, but it's just a shame. ”

There is a talented man in a long shirt who folds his fan and laughs.

"Let that barbarian know my Qi people's literary talents. ”

"There is Fan everyone in charge, and countless scribes and talents from all over the place gather at the poetry meeting, and see him walk out of the gate of Qifeng Tower with such a face!"

The huge Changting Street is bustling with discussions,

"His grandmother has a leg, and if that person makes two bullshit limericks, I will have to hang it in the thatched house to cure my old problem, maybe laugh and have fun, and pull it out. ”

On the periphery of the crowd was a rough man scolding.

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter,

"Oh?"

"Really?"

The young man's clear voice sounded in the man's ears,

"You are?"

Turning around,

The man pondered that he didn't recognize the man,

It's not easy to have a rash of popularity, but he frowned.

"Xu Xian. ”

The young man's lips opened lightly,

The crowd in front of the voice fell silent instantly,

The man looked fixedly,

There isn't too much coldness between the eyebrows,

The two swords at his waist have been replaced,

But just remembering the man's name, the man only felt his brain buzzing, and when the young man stepped forward, the rough man's calves and stomach twitched, and his body stepped back vigorously without paying attention to the fact that the one under his feet actually fell to the ground, and he wanted to get up but was weak.

Looking at the man's distant back,

Before I knew it, my whole back was soaked,

"The main hall has come to see the style of the land!"

The voice was very soft but clear into the ears of everyone present.

Young Lang,

Slow steps,

With every step forward,

The crowd stepped back a minute,

Looking down from the sky,

The second half of Changting Street is already overcrowded,

"Plop ......"

Someone was squeezed into the Qujiang River,

Float with the white-haired goose in the river,

"It's in the way. ”

The young man frowned,

The voice fell,

The crowd subconsciously separates a road,

"Nanyang Marquis Li Liangque greets His Highness!"

Li Liangque was wearing a light cyan robe and holding a poetry painting fan and bowed down at the door of Qifeng Tower, the indignant scribes and talented people around him all subconsciously retreated, leaving a vacant land within a radius of several zhang, and the empty passage that had just been given up was closed again, when the news of the cadres entering Changting Street came out, the situation that was already impassable was even more crowded, that is, the street next door was overcrowded, and countless people on both sides of the Qujiang River were looking forward to it, waiting to see Yang Wei, and the cadres were humiliated.

Looking up,

The young man has changed out of the black and gold python robe,

A strong wind blows,

Dressed in white fluttering, wearing beautiful jade on his waist, and carrying a gourd cross-body,

The black hair was raised, and I saw that the eyebrows were clear and the eyes were beautiful, and the lips were red and the teeth were white.

There is no weak body of literati to help the wind and swing the willows,

The surrounding bearing does not seem to come from the mortal dust,

It's like an immortal in the heavenly palace,

In the entire Changting Street, the famous sisters stood by the window on the second floor and were stunned, looking at the son-in-law in front of Qifeng Tower, who was born with a good skin, and the female dependents of the rich and noble families also covered their mouths and sighed softly.

"Your Highness, please enter the building. ”

Li Liangque suddenly remembered that he had heard the older generation talk about a secret story, although Xu Wu looked ordinary, but that person's mother was a peerless female sword fairy in the world.

Now that I see it, I still follow the appearance of his mother.

If it is a Qi person,

It's just this look, this bearing,

I don't know how many women I want to provoke.

......

Entering the building,

The young man in the white robe ignored the complicated gaze and the chaotic sound behind him, all eyes were attracted by an old man.

On the table near the river,

There is a table without melon fruit wine,

There is only a book of sages spread out,

An old man in cloth clothes is bowing his head silently holding a pen and writing between the lines in small letters, and a lot of handwriting has been left on a closer look, obviously it has been annotated for a long time, and it has not been affected by the chaos in the field at all.

"This hall is here. ”

Stand still next to the old man near the edge of the Qujiang River.

"Give way to work. ”

Looking at the scribe boy sitting here grinning,

The latter was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and got up.

The old man on the side was still silently annotating, frowning from time to time, looking at that look, he really didn't notice the person next to him, and it was said that the person who had been sitting alone for thirty years was so focused.

"Now that His Highness has arrived, the poetry meeting has begun. ”

Li Liangque staggered to the middle of the hall and said loudly, and when the words fell, there were Qing people walking through the field with wooden trays, and there were paper, pens and wine in the trays, and countless people outside Qifeng Tower were waiting for them.

"This Linjiang poetry meeting is themed on the border army. ”

Li Liangque's eyes wandered around the field, and after thinking for a while, he said, Originally, the topic of the party was above, but now Xu Xian is here, if it is still the topic of the party, no matter what the result is, it will be inexplicably weaker in terms of momentum, and it is reasonable that the battle is lost by the Qi people.

"I don't know if that boy has a masterpiece for everyone to appreciate?"

"It doesn't matter if it's written before or if it's an improvisational poem. ”

As soon as the words fell, Li Liangque's gaze did fall straight on Xu Xian.

"Those who come are guests, and this is the same place. ”

"Naturally, the guests come first. ”

"If only we had written a good work first. ”

"Doesn't it make the guests shameless?"

A middle-aged scribe stroked his beard and said,

There was contempt in the eyes that looked at the young man.

But he was born with a good skin,

There were a few more drops of ink in my chest.

"Brother Zhang said very much, the one who comes is a guest, and the master does not deceive the guest. ”

"If I have to do it first, I'm afraid I will ...... with Zhuyu in front of me"

There are scribes who want to speak and stop talking,

"It is also said that the entire dry land has not produced poetry for decades, and I think it is due to feng shui, the so-called poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and there are no talented literati. ”

The voice fell,

couldn't help but laugh in the field,

But he didn't laugh out loud,

is a generous look,

"At present, the dry envoy is a little worse in composing poetry, and he can understand it, after all, he can't complain about His Highness, and it is inevitable that he will have a lot of anger and not enough mood to kill all day long, which is normal. ”

All kinds of words with guns and sticks,

"Your Highness!"

Li Liangque looked up,

Indeed, the young man in white drank to himself,

The flask around his waist is untied,

The clear green Maochai wine is poured into the cup, and there are floating wine stains on it, which is not as good as the wine made from pure grain, but it can be strong enough, and the Maochai is a little spicy in the throat.

The young man hadn't drunk for a long time, and he was slightly drunk.

I don't care about the sarcastic words of others,

In the end, it's too naïve,

Ridiculous, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic......

"Your Highness!"

Li Liangque spoke up again.

"It's hard to resist hospitality. ”

"That's it,"

"But it's irreverent. ”

The corners of the young man's mouth were three points cold, seven points careless,

Slowly walked into the field,

Looking at the big red sandalwood carving case in the field, he pushed away all the melon and fruit wine jugs on it,

The flask at the waist is on the table,

With a wave of his sleeves,

Loud voice,

"Paper, ink, pen, inkstone!"

There are clear people in tulle walking,

Leaned over and sat under the wooden table, holding a pen and listening carefully.

"With the Border Cypriot Army as the theme?"

"The world knows that my Xu family has 300,000 iron horsemen. ”

"Then let all of you see the demeanor of my Liangzhou Iron Horse. ”

The young man's clear voice sounded in the hall,

Pour another sip of Maochai wine,

The drunkenness in his eyes grew stronger,

Without warning,

Nothing to brew,

is to blurt out,

The beacon fire shines on the north cool, and the heart is uneven,

Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city,

Snow carved flag painting, wind and drum sound,

Rather be a centurion, better than a scholar,

The young man Lang looked at Liangzhou in the north and smiled,

"It is better to be a centurion than to be a scholar. ”

The clear voice still echoed in the field,

The young man looked at many celebrities who were literati and their faces were like earth.

His mind fluctuated but he was speechless.

"Heh......"

With a light sound,

Take a step forward,

Everyone suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief,

But not yet ventilated,

When the moon is dry,

The Long March has not yet been returned.

But so that the North Liang Fei will be,

Don't teach the barbarians to ride the Jade Gate.

Another poem was completed,

Thinking of the tens of thousands of heads of the Northern Barbarian Golden Horde, the young man of Jingguan chuckled.

Glow-in-the-dark glass of wine wine,

If you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled,

How many people have returned to the ancient war?

A Liangzhou word came out, and the originally pale people were already stunned, and it was the Fan who was the first to be poor, and everyone was also holding a pen at the moment and looking at the young man in the field, even the ink dripping from the pen did not know.

Three poems fell,

Field Chinese indifferent,

The poems he wrote hide the path he walked,

A wave of battlefield killing is coming,

Rao is still dressed in a white robe and still dignified,

Whose boy is stabbing immediately?

Only I Liangzhou Xu Jiaerlang!

Is it enough?

No, it's not enough,

I have dreamed of a big dream for more than 20 years,

How?

Between the heads of the heads,

A gourd thatched firewood wine has been poured into the belly,

The young man's eyes were closed, and his thin lips were lightly opened.