"Barbarian?

"Butcher?"

"Only draw a knife and cut people?"

Li Liangque walked leisurely across the road with his hands behind his back, a stone's throw away from the Senran Iron Horse, and he could even see the indifferent eyes, the scratches on the black armor, and the cold glow on the iron halberd, but he was still not afraid.

"I can't see it. ”

When he turned around, his eyes were fixed on the black and gold python lines hanging from the sheath of the Liangzhou soldier on his waist, and he chuckled.

After a pause,

"It's even ridiculous!"

"There is no excuse for the sin you want to add!"

Clasped his hands together and shouted.

"In the end, His Highness can also shout. ”

"Those who have opened such glorious words of peace for all generations!"

"How can you be called a barbarian butcher?"

"I also save people from advocating martial arts, but it's not like that barbarian who can't write a few poems, right?"

"How can the people of the world slander like this?"

"Then, please also invite Your Highness to enter the Qifeng Tower!"

"Correct the name of Liangzhou, correct the name of Daqian!"

Li Liangque held the gilded invitation and bowed.

"I didn't expect there to be such an interesting person in Qi Realm. ”

The young man plucked out his ears and said with a smile.

Without the expected thunderous anger, let alone righteous indignation, the young man in the black and gold python robe didn't even look at the invitation in his hand, but looked at himself with interest.

"What's so interesting?"

was stunned, and a blank flash flashed in his eyes,

Li Liangque subconsciously said,

"Your eyes are fearful. ”

"But he still pretended to be fearless. ”

"There is still a hint of anticipation. ”

"I expect this hall to kill you in the street. ”

The young man's clear voice sounded in Li Liangque's ears,

"When I was in Qu City, those old soldiers drew their knives, their hearts were like death, and they could be called calmly dying, even the more than 50 people in the rivers and lakes could be regarded as calm and calm. ”

"But you're different, you're really afraid of death. ”

"The children of Gyeonggi can suppress their inner fears, and they think it is also for the so-called Qi people's bones. ”

The young man said softly.

"Can you really see so much in one person's eyes?"

Li Liangque laughed bitterly,

I didn't force the image without hesitation, and wiped the fine beads of sweat on my forehead with my cuffs.

"Naturally, I can't see it. ”

"I guessed it. ”

The young man said.

"As for what you just said. ”

"Butcher?"

"Barbarian?"

Xu Xian patted the spring breeze knife on his waist and muttered softly, looking at the moment when the man's hand was on the hilt, Li Liangque's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands subconsciously raised in front of him.

"I think the name of the butcher is quite good. ”

The young man did not draw the knife,

Looking closely, he was looking at himself with a smile in his eyes.

"This agitation has really fallen into place. ”

"Let His Highness see it. ”

Li Liangque smiled bitterly and arched his hand.

"Thank Your Highness in advance, don't kill the grace. ”

"However, the hatred of the country and the family is that every bird in my cage is remembered in my heart, not to mention that there are many people of insight in my Qi realm, and I hope that His Royal Highness will cherish the road ahead. ”

"I took my leave. ”

He bowed very seriously, turned around and walked towards the long street,

"Hoo ......"

The back is a little lonely,

I wanted to be a hero before I died,

I didn't expect others to even have the heart to draw a knife,

Ridiculous, ridiculous,

......

"Wait!"

Just three or five steps away,

The young man's clear voice sounded again,

"Your Highness still wants to kill me?"

When you turn around,

chuckling with a hint of calmness,

"People can go. ”

"The rest of the invitation. ”

The young man in the python robe said loudly.

"I have to let you all know my demeanor. ”

"Draw a knife to kill, you can't compare to me. ”

"Poetry and songs, Qi people are also inferior to me. ”

The young man Lang Ce immediately leaned forward and took the invitation from the stunned Li Liangque.

"Where's the station?"

"Chunfeng Street, less than five miles away from Qujiang. ”

Li Liangque pointed in the direction of the post station and said.

"After bathing in the main hall, I came to the appointment. ”

The young man clapped the gilded invitation in his hand,

"Your Highness really knows poetry?"

"No, it won't. ”

Hearing this, Li Liangque suddenly breathed a sigh of relief,

But inexplicably, I felt that something was wrong.

"But the main hall had a big dream. ”

"A dream for 20 years, vividly. ”

The young man in the black and gold python robe chuckled,

There is an indescribable freedom in the smile,

A horse's belly went to the post station,

Behind him the iron rider is like a dragon, and the smoke and dust are billowing down,

"I, Li Liangque, greet Your Highness outside Qifeng Tower!"

After the smoke and dust clear,

The people in the streets and alleys came out of the corners,

Looking at the one in the middle of the long street, dressed in brocade,

The Qi man with a jade belt on his waist had a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

"Are you really the Marquis of Nanyang?"

The window on the second floor facing the street was pushed open, and a woman covered her mouth in surprise.

"Nanyang Hou?"

"It's me, a real butcher, who feels panicked when I see those killers. ”

"The idle marquis of Yu Meng on the first ancestor has the courage to block the way of those gang of killers?"

A fat and strong butcher wiped the meat foam on the knife and said with a big grin.

"I just heard that when he reported his name, he really had the word Nanyang. ”

"Listen to the name, and look at the age just right. ”

"Could it really be that person?"

A woman looked at Li Liangque's back and muttered softly.

"Qujiang Poetry Club!"

"Qujiang Poetry Club!"

There were scribes in the field muttered, suddenly patted their heads, seemed to remember something and hurriedly left from the long street, a few days ago, the news of the Qujiang Poetry Club had spread all over the place, and there were many people who received invitations, but the organizer was indeed Nanyang Hou who did not have a good reputation, and there were many celebrities who sold him this face, but many literary giants in Qidi really didn't need to pay attention to his thin face.

I thought it was just a vertical pointing to the name of the poem,

I really didn't expect the back hand to be here,

Have such the courage to invite that kill to join the poetry club!

"Master Hou, Gao Yi!"

The crowd shouted for help.

Li Liangque smiled undeniably as he listened to the many words behind him, and did not answer, but walked silently in the direction of Qujiang, and was even more restless at the moment.

No matter what the person's reputation is in Qiandi, but after the battle of the party, in the eyes of the Qi people, His Royal Highness Qianguo is a monster who is tall and has more than three heads and six arms, and has nothing to do and catches three or five little dolls for wine and food, otherwise there is no such god-killing general under his hands, but I didn't expect that it is indeed like this now, and it is difficult to find such a young man in the world.

"A big dream?"

Li Liangque whispered to himself, and for some reason his right eye was beating non-stop.

......

Outside Lin'an City,

More than ten miles away,

There is a wooden house in the bamboo forest, there is a fence outside the wooden house to enclose a small courtyard, you can hear the rooster crowing, you can listen to the wind and rain hitting the banana leaves, there are fireworks in the world, but do not fall into the cliché, tired of the drunken gold fans in Lin'an City to find a secluded place on the outskirts of the city, idle to plant vegetables and pick chrysanthemums, facing the bright moon, facing the breeze, and reciting poems against this inch of bamboo is also a great blessing in life.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe in a white robe was sitting cross-legged under the eaves of a wooden roof, holding a book of poetry in his hand.

But now he doesn't have that interest, even his favorite poetry collection can't be read, the middle-aged scribe put down the poetry book in his hand and slowly got up, walked to the wooden fence and looked in the direction of Lin'an City, his eyes lowered and his figure was a little depressed.

"That's it, that's it, how can my generation of literati be greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

The middle-aged scribe let out a long sigh.

"Sir, do you really want to participate in the Qujiang Poetry Club?"

A scholar behind him spoke.

"Compared with poetry and articles, I Qi people are his ancestors!"

"The thief is not afraid to bring shame upon himself. ”

"Naturally, the old man had to go through it himself. ”

"Sir, what if the thief can't make poetry, and he becomes angry and kills people?"

There was a faint cry in the scholar's words.

"Annoyed?"

"Hahaha!"

"I'm so annoyed!"

"His mother!"

"If you can really force that barbarian to be angry and angry, he will kill people with his sword. ”

"Even if the old man's blood is splashed in five steps, it is also a great blessing in life!"

"Don't get in the way!"

The middle-aged scribe rarely burst into foul language, and quickly led the horses,

Rode in the direction of Lin'an City.

......

The matter of intervening in the poetry meeting,

Like a gust of wind spread throughout the whole city of Lin'an,

Qujiang Liang'an,

Crowded,

The figure is sufficient,

If the previous Linjiang Poetry Society was only the best way for literati to take a name, then now it is a matter of national hatred and family hatred, that is, the people in the city are also admired, that is, the carriages of all kinds of officials and nobles are parked outside the street, and from the top down, there are countless people in the entire Lin'an City who have come out of their homes to gather on both sides of the Qujiang River.

An old man in a cloth shirt on the corner of the street walked silently on the street with a basket of books on his back, without the slightest brilliance, like an ordinary poor old man.

Rubbing shoulders, some people sharpened their heads and squeezed inside, and some people turned around and wanted to find another way into Changting Street, but they were indeed stunned.

"Fan, everyone?"

"Look, is that person Fan everyone?"

The man rubbed his eyes and patted his companion, who was still pushing.

Hearing the sound, more and more people turned their heads,

"It's really Fan everyone!"

Some literati and inkmen pointed to the figure of Yi Lou and said, that is, their mouths were subconsciously trembling, perhaps because they felt that it was not polite enough to use their hands directly, or maybe they felt that they were not sober enough and slapped themselves suddenly.

When the literati's voice fell, the whole long street boiled!

Fan everyone is an honorific title, and his real name is Fan Alcohol,

When he was young, he was proficient in poetry and songs, and it can even be said that he has been leading the literary world for more than ten years, drinking and writing poems wantonly and frivolously, and he is full of talent in his chest, but when he reached the age of not being confused, he put down the poems and began to write articles, annotating and commenting on the scriptures for the sages and saints.

In the past 30 years, Emperor Qi has also repeatedly decreed that he should enter the court as an official, looking for a noble official position for him, but there has never been a time to respond, no matter how noble he is in the officialdom, it is still distracting to involve people in various turmoil, if he is at ease at home for the sages and sages to annotate the scriptures, he has no choice but to often send people to send sages and sages to write solitary books, all kinds of obscure ancient books for him to annotate at home.

Coarse tea and light rice, a pen, a table,

One sitting is more than 30 years.

I don't hear anything outside the window, and I only write for the sages!

In the past 30 years, there are more than 1,000 annotated books, although there are no longer poetry masterpieces in the world, but they have laid a solid foundation for the entire Qidi literary world, so they are also known as everyone in the literary world.

In addition to Meng Fuzi of the Jixia School Palace,

In the entire Daqi literary circle, Fan is the most respected person.

I didn't expect him to come,

Look intently,

The old man's figure was a little leaning, perhaps because the book on his back was too heavy, his hair was already white, perhaps because the annotations were too draining, his eyes were very cloudy, or maybe because he picked up the lamp and carried the pen too much at night.

After a commotion,

The original crowd of people rubbing shoulders was completely quiet,

The crowd silently parted to make way for a way,

Whether it is a scribe or a common person or a richly dressed dignitary, the eyes of the nobles have fallen on the old man, thirty years, it has been a full thirty years, staying in a small courtyard in the city just to send books to facilitate and be more stable, although in the prosperous Lin'an City, in addition to the festival to go out to worship the ancestors, there is no one, the so-called big hidden in the city is not more than this.

Thirty years have passed,

On both sides of the Qujiang River,

Listen to his poems and songs,

The sisters of the major green buildings have changed,

The entire Daqi literary world,

Drinking indiscriminately,

Countless old people have also mostly turned into a handful of loess,

I thought that

Lin'an City has forgotten the old man who silently stared at the scriptures,

But now I know,

He is in the hearts of the people of Lin'an,

Or what kind of status does it have in the Daqi literary world?

Meng Fuzi is in the mountain behind the school palace,

Daqi is admired by countless students like sages,

Fan everyone is in the courtyard of Lin'an Street and Lane,

Daqi is admired by no math students as a teacher!

Teacher, so preach and teach to solve doubts!

When reading, it is common to read small letters in the corners of the page, to solve doubts,

"Student Peng Ruchen, I've seen Master Fan!"

There was a Confucian in the crowd who silently tidied up his clothes,

Bow in the direction of Fan and salute.

"Student Wang Hejie, I've seen Fan Fuzi!"

"Student Gao Guge, I've seen Fan Fuzi!"

"Student Wen Guangliang, I have seen Fan Fuzi!"

Countless literati and ink writers bowed and saluted in the form of that person, and the old man looked up at the crowd in the field, with a hint of relief in his cloudy eyes, and smiled and walked in the direction of Qifeng Tower.

"Master Fan, it's already a rare year!"

Looking at the back of Yi Lou, who was dressed in cloth, a scribe muttered with red eyes.

......

On the bank of the Qujiang River,

A row of willow trees is planted, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky,

"In the end, it really has nothing to do with age. ”

The handsome young man at the bottom looked at the scene of Changting Street and was a little distracted.

"Let's go, go to the appointment. ”

"Your Highness......"

Bai Xiaosheng behind him wanted to speak and stopped,

"The Qiren platform has been set up, how can there be any reason not to go?"

"What's more, the main hall said that I had a big dream. ”

"A dream for more than 20 years is not a waste. ”

"I was lucky enough to hear the immortals chanting or singing, and there were countless poems and tunes. ”

The young man chuckled and looked at the crowded Changting Street and walked away, this time to the Qinglou Biwen, the black and gold python robe was naturally changed into a white robe, the sword was also turned into a wine gourd, and the gourd was naturally filled with the unique Maochai wine in Liangzhou.

If there is poetry, there must be wine,

The wine in the south is too soft, and the grass is strong enough,

On the long street,

The young man has a handsome face,

Dressed in white, the big sleeves are flying, and the wine jug at his waist is dangling.

Get on the horse, lift the knife to stabilize the country,

Dismounted, drunk and drunk wine poems.