Chapter Seventy-Five: The Color of the City of Literature
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The game between Gu Feng and Youth is long to say, but it is only ten minutes.
After the game between the two ended, Gu Feng accompanied Ling to continue playing here for an hour, until nightfall, the two returned to the town and found an inn to settle in.
At this hour's time, Ling was still having a good time, his sweat had wet his hair bun, and he looked very charming, even the ancient style that had been staying by Ling Yi's side was a little dazed.
After instructing Xiao Er to deliver the wine and food to the room, he asked Xiao Er to bring hot water.
After dinner, Ling still wanted to take a bath, looking at Gu Feng and seemed a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?" Gu Feng didn't have any consciousness at all, and asked in a daze.
"I'm going to take a shower. Ling still said softly.
"Wash!" Gu Feng wondered, he knew that Ling still had to take a bath, why did he have to say it to himself again.
Ling still rolled his eyes, this Gu Feng was really a fool.
But after thinking about it, he and Gu Feng have become husband and wife, and the two parties have already met frankly, and they have nothing to be shy about.
With a soft snort, Ling still began to take off his clothes.
Although he had already seen Ling Yi's carcass, but this was the first time, Gu Feng couldn't help but breathe a little tightly, and his eyes began to straighten.
The fairy is mortal, and that's just it.
Ling still entered the bathtub, Gu Feng couldn't resist the temptation, and walked to Ling Yi's side step by step.
Gu Feng's movements were naturally discovered by Ling Yi, looking at Gu Feng's slightly reddened eyes, Ling was still a little flustered.
"What are you going to do?"
"Help Madame take a bath. Gu Feng smiled evilly, and a pair of big hands were placed on Ling Yi's fragrant shoulders.
"Badass. Ling was still shy, but he didn't stop Gu Feng's further actions.
A pair of big hands, slowly walking downstream.
Just as Gu Feng wanted to make further moves, a chaotic sound sounded outside.
"The stinky boy who won 5,000 taels in the afternoon, you come out for me. ā
Gu Feng frowned, and heard the voice of the young man in the afternoon.
"Hurry up and deal with it, if people come to the door, then your wife will be more light than others." Ling still smiled.
There was no panic at all, she trusted Gu Feng 100%.
Gu Feng was helpless, he had a headache, and at such a critical moment, someone came to disturb him, which made Gu Feng very angry.
"Madame, wash slowly, I'll be right back." Gu Feng said to Ling before going out.
Ling still rolled her eyes, then chuckled, she thought this kind of ancient style was very cute.
Gu Feng came out of the room and went directly to the young man in the afternoon.
Seeing Gu Feng come out, the young man sneered, followed by four or five big men, looking very burly, this is where he depends.
"Stink... Ahh
As soon as the young man was about to speak, he was kicked out by Gu Feng. Fainted directly.
This situation made everyone stunned, but Gu Feng would not give them time to be stunned, there were still beauties like Ling Yi in the room, Gu Feng didn't want to waste time here with them.
Although the big man brought by the young man looks powerful, he is actually just an empty shelf, and he is not the enemy of the ancient style at all. In a matter of moments, the young man and the big man he brought with him were all dealt with by the ancient style and thrown out of the inn.
After cleaning up these people, Gu Feng hurriedly returned to his room.
It only took Gu Feng a few minutes to clean up these people, and when he returned to the room, Ling was still humming a small tune, happily taking a bath.
What happened outside the song couldn't have a little impact on her at all, there was an ancient style, and she was fearless.
"I'm back. Ling still smiled.
"Yes. It's just a bunch of ruffians, and it's easy to solve. Gu Feng smiled evilly, walked to Ling Yi's side, and began to wander restlessly on Ling Yi's body.
Ling still snorted lightly, letting Gu Feng "do evil" on his body. ā
Young men and women, in love, naturally horny, this night turned clouds and rain, so unhappy.
In the early morning of the second day, Gu Feng and Ling were still on the road again and rushed to the next city, Wencheng.
The distance from Wind Town is not very far from Wencheng, only two or three days away.
This is a city full of pen and ink, and when you enter the city, you will see the most people who are reciting poems.
The smell of ink and its unique fragrance fill the entire castle, and entering it cannot help but make people feel calm.
"This is Wencheng, more poetic than I imagined. Ling still smiled. Whoever comes to such a city will be deeply fascinated by it.
"Yes, the founder of this city is Nalan Spring, which is known as the saint of literature. Gu Feng said with a smile, that is a saint in the literary world recognized by all humanities and artists.
Even Gu Feng respected him and admired this man's knowledge.
It's just that this person has long been feathered, and the very literati can only sigh that he was born at the wrong time, and he failed to meet Wen Sheng Nalan Spring.
After finding an inn to settle in, Gu Feng and Ling still came to the street.
The most sold here, the best thing in business is pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and the four treasures of the study.
"You see everyone here is holding a fan, shouldn't you take one too? Ling still smiled.
Most of the pedestrians on the streets here are dressed elegantly, holding a folding fan in their hands, and they look personable.
"Come on. Gu Feng smiled lightly. He is good at using knives, swords, and hidden weapons, and he can't do it with a fan on the street to appreciate the ancient style of the literati.
Although I also like this kind of classical literature, the ancient style doesn't like the sourness of the literati.
"Quick. . . Soon, the Moxuan Building is open. "Pedestrians on the street suddenly ran up and went in one direction.
Gu Feng and Ling were still curious, so they followed these people towards Moxuan Tower.
A six-story attic appeared in front of Gu Feng and Ling Yi's eyes.
This attic has a peculiar architecture, more of a tower than a building.
The whole building is conical in shape, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
On the way to the pavilion, the three gilded characters of Moxuan Pavilion were hung on it, and the person who paid for it turned out to be Wensheng Nalan Spring.
"Interesting. Gu Feng smiled, he had never heard of such an attic in Wencheng, and the plaque on the upper floor was still inscribed by Wensheng Nalan Spring.
With curiosity, Gu Feng and Ling still entered the Moxuan Building.
Entering it, Gu Feng found that everyone was gathered on the first floor, and did not go up, as if waiting for something.
Gu Feng and Ling still naturally didn't go up stupidly, waiting on the first floor with these people.
I found a seat at random, and the two of them sat down.
Sitting with them were two young men, who looked very elegant, a bit of a literati and a writer.
It's just that when they saw Ling Yan's appearance, they were stunned, and they couldn't help but have a bright light in their eyes.
Gu Feng frowned, but he didn't have a seizure, he was already somewhat immune.
Ling is still not going to take care of this kind of person, and he is wholeheartedly by Gu Feng's side...
The knot said: The guests from all directions gather in the text, and the literati on all sides are hidden in the building