Zhang Xuan walked out of the door of the restaurant and went straight back to the house, and after returning to the house, he locked himself in the room and kept reflecting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He knew 1,000 words at the age of three, read the Five Classics at the age of five, and became a famous talent in Hedong at the age of 12, but he has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and has never been famous. Now he was humiliated by a little-known white-faced boy, and he was really unconvinced, and he was stuffy in his chest, extremely depressed. This **** didn't have dinner, so he was depressed in the room, and fell asleep on the desk unconsciously.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xuan woke up from his sleep, lying on the table, sore all over, stretching his waist, moving his muscles and bones, at this time he was already hungry and cooing in his stomach, so he wiped his face casually and went to breakfast. In order to avoid the nagging of his parents, he hurriedly ate a few bites and left the house.

After yesterday's incident, Zhang Xuan's mood was still depressed, Ma Fang, Li Chong and others came to look for him to eat and drink, but he rejected him, so aimlessly wandering in the city, unconsciously out of Puzhou City, to the south of the city. Out of the city gate not far away, the left is Zhongtiao Mountain, the right is the Yellow River, Zhang Xuanwu went up to Zhongtiao Mountain from the left, when he was in a bad mood, he often climbed Zhongtiao Mountain to look down on the Yellow River, on Zhongtiao Mountain, you can see the north and south of the river extending to the edge of the sky, the feeling of looking at the mountains and rivers can always make people feel refreshed and happy.

Zhang Xuan, as in the past, climbed a bald low mountain, stood on the mountain and looked down, the scenery was in full view, this majestic scenery swept away the boredom in his heart, and suddenly the poem was full of enthusiasm, and he wanted to chant a poem, and suddenly came a woman's voice, the voice was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, tactful and melodious, and like an empty valley orchid, soft heart, Zhang Xuan was stunned when he heard it, and felt that this sound was very good, it was rare to hear it a few times in the world, the voice was silent for a while, and then chanted a poem, which read in the poem:

The river is fast and turbid, and the soup is not allowed.

It is difficult for the juniper to be an example, and the pine boat is victorious.

This poem is a poem "Crossing the Yellow River" by the former Southern Qi poet Fan Yun, in which only the first four sentences are recited, and the last six sentences are not read, and the first four sentences describe the momentum of the Yellow River and the rapid and turbid characteristics of the water flow, which is also in line with the current situation. Zhang Xuanfeng reads poetry books, and naturally knows the meaning of this poem.

After the woman finished chanting the poem, she stopped talking, and then a woman's voice came: "Sister, since we have come to Puzhou City, why don't we see anyone again?"

After a while, the woman who had spoken said:

"I originally wanted to ask him why he didn't keep the promise he had made back then, but ...... But if he's a scoundrel now, a street hooligan, then ...... How's that for good?"

Another woman said:

"We ran out with the old man on our backs, if we didn't go to see what was going on, wouldn't it be a trip in vain......

Zhang Xuan was listening to himself, and suddenly there was a strong wind, and the conversation between the two of them was not heard clearly, Zhang Xuan heard the sound and looked for it, turned around a big stone in front of him, and saw two women standing not far away, both of them were facing the bottom of the mountain, so Zhang Xuan could only see their backs, and could not see their faces at all.

I saw that among the two women, the girl on the right was wearing a pale yellow dress and a double ring hanging down her head, but she was a little maid. The little girl looked up at the girl next to her, the girl next to her was dressed in a purple and red silk shirt, tall and jade, graceful, with a fragrant bun on her head, and a small green hairpin inserted in the bun, and there was nothing else to do.

Zhang Xuan wanted to get closer and see it clearly, but the hurried footsteps startled the beautiful woman in front of him, and the little maid lost her voice and said:

"Who is it?"

The young lady in the purple and red silk shirt also heard the footsteps behind her, and was slightly startled, but heard Zhang Xuan say:

"In the next ......" Before the next words could be uttered, the little maid in pale yellow clothes said sharply:

"What a shameless thief, how can you peek at my young lady from behind. ”

Zhang Xuan was inexplicable, how did he become a thief, obviously he didn't do anything, so he opened his mouth to explain, but he heard the young lady say:

"Jean, let's go. As he spoke, he took Qin'er's hand, turned the bald stone in front of him, and disappeared in front of Zhang Xuan's eyes. Zhang Xuan wanted to step forward to explain clearly, and followed, just turned the bald stone, but saw a bright short sword stabbed from the other side of the bald stone, Zhang Xuan was startled, and hurriedly retracted his body, so as not to be stabbed in the face by the short sword, followed the little maid in light yellow clothes and walked out, Zhang Xuan saw that she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the immature air on her face had not yet been taken off, so he took the sword back and said:

"You whore, shameless, look at the sword. As he spoke, he stabbed Zhang Xuan in the eyes with his sword and said:

"Look at me stabbing you blindly, telling you how you can spy on my young lady. ”

Zhang Xuan couldn't prevent this little girl from having such a hot temper, and she drew her sword without saying a word, not to mention that she didn't say a word, and she was infamous as a "lewd thief" for no reason. He saw the little girl stabbing a sword, very ruthless, his left hand raised, the long sleeve blocked the sword behind the sleeve, the little mustache couldn't see where Zhang Xuan's eyes were, so he took the sword back, grabbed two stones from the ground, and waited for Zhang Xuan to put down the long sleeves, stretched out his hand to hit the stone at Zhang Xuan, Zhang Xuan was impatient, had to turn sideways to avoid the stone, get this gap, the little mustache ignored him, and ran behind her miss. Zhang Xuan looked at it from a distance, and saw that his young lady's back was full of grace and demeanor, and he couldn't help but look stupid. When the young lady disappeared into the mountains and forests, he was still in a daze, still intoxicated by the delicate back just now.

Zhang Xuan was in a daze on the mountain for a while, and then walked back with a smile, all the way back, all that came to his mind was the fragrance of the peerless beauty, and he was not as depressed as when he went up the mountain before. I don't know which lady this is, I must inquire carefully before I go back, Zhang Xuan thought that the one who could go up this mountain must be someone who lives nearby, I don't know which village or town, I was undecided along the way, and went down to Zhongtiao Mountain.

Along the way, Zhang Xuan was thinking about how to find this girl, and before he knew it, he returned to Puzhou City, and it was already afternoon when he entered the city, and he was hungry, so he found a place to eat something to fill his belly. While eating, he met Ma Fang, Li Chong, and Cheng Xuan who came to him and invited him to the bamboo forest in the east of the city to have a few drinks. There is a main pavilion in the middle of the bamboo forest in the east of the city, there is a stone table in the pavilion, there are exactly eight stone benches next to the stone table, it is because Zhang Xuan eight people take this east bamboo forest as the usual gathering place for the eight of them, drink wine, make a fuss, but also look chic and comfortable.

When Zhang Xuan met a beautiful woman, he was not in the same mood as in the morning, so he agreed and went to the bamboo forest in the east of the city with him. A few people from the south of the city through the square city, out of the east gate, but two miles of road, then saw a green bamboo forest, into the forest not far can see the bamboo pavilion, Ke Xiaolin, Zheng Heng, Shang Xiuqun, Zhou Wenqing four people have been waiting there for a long time, seeing Zhang Xuan came with interest, with a smile on his face, not as depressed as yesterday, everyone was very happy in their hearts, and they welcomed Zhang Xuan to the pavilion from afar.

Zhou Wenqing has always been subtle, he saw Zhang Xuan's face with joy, and guessed that he must have encountered something good today, so he asked with a smile:

"Look at Zijun's appearance, with a peach blossom on his face, I don't know which girl I met today, so that Zijun's eyebrows are dancing?"

Hearing Zhou Wenqing say this, Zhang Xuan immediately thought of the purple and peerless movie, and couldn't help but have a dull expression, looking like a nymphomaniac. Zhou Wenqing was originally nonsense, but when he saw him like this, he shook his head and scolded:

"Say you're fat and you're still panting, how can you say that you're guilty of peach blossoms, you look like a thief. The little mustache also called him a "lewd thief", and when he heard Zhou Wenqing call him that, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think of the girl again, and his expression was even more stupid.

Everyone was still strange, they all looked at him motionless with strange eyes, suddenly Zhang Xuan took a breath, stood up, raised his right hand to his chest, his index finger was slightly tilted, his eyes were slightly closed, he shook his head, and said:

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”