I don't know why, the author's words will run into the text. Qin Fan's age was only thirteen years old, and in the face of the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the entire Huamanlou, he was a little like sitting on pins and needles, although he didn't sit still.

Although he was familiar with countless ancient Taoist books, he understood that those were all fragments of knowledge memorized by rote, and although he could also compose poems, it was absolutely impossible for him to make amazing poems, let alone poems that far surpassed those of the prince.

But at this moment, he didn't want to refuse, he didn't want to refuse the girl in front of him who was full of expectation and confidence. His brows furrowed slightly, but he instantly stretched out, and walked slowly to the window on the second floor a little casually, and said slowly in a young man's voice, albeit still a little immature: "Wash up." ”

The voice was slow and slightly trembling, although he tried his best to make it more stable and mature, but he didn't know whether it was too nervous or the eyes of the tens of thousands of people were too sharp, like a sharp sword that instantly cut all his brewing emotions, and the voice trembled more and more.

But the eyes of the woman in front of him were still firm and full of confidence and expectation, he didn't want to disappoint her, let alone admit defeat in the eyes of tens of thousands of doubts and ridicule. So he is still composing poems out loud: "Leaning on the river tower alone." ”

All the guests in the building heard the words and nodded slightly. Someone even whispered: "This should be the feeling of witnessing the woman outside the window after washing, and a person leaning on the pavilion alone and looking at the river." ”

"It's not a thousand sails!" Qin Fan continued to read, and everyone present instantly felt a heavy piece in their hearts, as if they saw a woman after washing, leaning on the pavilion on the river, carefully looking at the scene of thousands of sailboats on the river.

This scene is not uncommon in the great wilderness city of Kyoto, no one is willing to fall into the dust to be the evil prostitute flower girl, every woman has a pure dream in her heart, a dream of a good man who is willing to give everything for herself.

And as flower girls, they are naturally no exception, they are all waiting for a good man who is willing to redeem himself as a lover and does not dislike his past. Even if you pay everything for this, the stories of talented and beautiful women are always circulated, and they will endure for a long time, regardless of the sad or happy ending.

But there are also many negative people, deceiving the emotions of flower girls and prostitutes, and rolling them up to accumulate countless money earned by their bodies, pandering to sweet promises in their mouths, and never returning.

Therefore, every time there are many women in this moat who have finished washing, leaning on the riverside, looking up at the sails, hoping that the man will come to the boat, redeem their beloved for them, and continue their love dreams, although they know that the possibility is pitiful, but they still do not want to give up, day after day, year after year, the green silk turns gray hair, and the beautiful woman turns into an old woman.

As soon as these seven words came out, everyone froze in place, and these seven words were like the sharpest blades, stabbing into everyone's hearts and blood. It is like the heaviest stone in the world, suppressed in everyone's heart, but there is no trace of breath.

The image of the geisha's infatuation, looking at the sails in the river passing by one by one, but no one appeared, tears fell from her eyes, and the hope in her eyes turned into disappointment, and she cheered up from the disappointment and continued to watch the next sail sail by. From despair again and again, and from despair again and again, and struggle from despair again and again.

But he still hasn't returned?

"The slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken...... Bai Pingzhou" Qin Fan sighed faintly, as if he was also infected by the despair and loneliness. King An Le's heart jumped even more, and a woman looked at the sails of the river and lake in his mind, but there was no figure of the man, so she could only shed tears, her eyes were full of despair and sadness, but she was unwilling to give up, and continued to wait, waiting for the man to come to rescue herself with the golden light of hope that exuded her whole body with a promise, thinking about it, and there was a burst of hope in her eyes.

The man said that he liked to look at his eyes full of expectations, and never despaired.

In an instant, the whole flower building was like a death-like silence, everyone was infected by the emotions of this infatuated woman, unable to let go, and even the expressions on many people's faces froze in an instant, and many flower girls have unconsciously shed two lines of tears, it turns out that I don't know when I have been looking forward to it like that, but how long has the dream been broken?

How many times have I been crushed in anticipation and disappointment, and how many times have I struggled, before I became completely captured by despair with this debauched and depraved appearance?

"Wash up, it's not a thousand sails. The slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou. Someone chanted softly, and sighs rang out.

"Papapa......" bursts of applause first sparsely sounded, and then became neat and loud, far more powerful than the drums, tens of thousands of people applauded in unison, unprecedented, huge, and unparalleled for a while.

"Okay, good, good one, it's not a thousand sails!" King An Le called three good words in a row, sighed loudly, and finally said, "This poem can be said to have exhausted the hearts of those infatuated women!"

"Poetry is good poetry, but why don't you have the pleasure of good poetry, after listening to it, you feel that your heart is blocked. A middle-aged lifter sighed.

"It's not too heavy to go through a thousand sails, it's so heavy that you can't think of anything else. In a word, the Tao is full of sorrows. ”

"I believe that this poem will immediately sweep the entire Kyushu Flower House at a speed like the wind, but I am afraid that this young man will not know how many flower girls will be sad. ”

"It has great potential than poetry, and it should be the word of Fengming!" Finally, an old man commented on this poem, and no one objected to this comment as soon as it came out, and everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding, staring at the third floor of Anle Wang Ye to see how he reacted.

The King of Anle's eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, as if he was groaning and thinking. Finally, after a while, he spoke: "The poems of the Great Wilderness are based on ancient exotic beasts, and there are countless types of exotic beasts, but they can be divided into four categories. Scales refer to the aquarium, hair refers to animal feathers, refers to birds, and Kun refers to insects. And the beast is the emperor of the unicorn, the scale armor is headed by the dragon family, and the feather and feather birds are headed by the phoenix, so the good poetry is commensurate with the dragon and the phoenix, which is a great glory. After that, he sighed.

Everyone fell silent again, Qin Fan and Fu Ling had slowly stepped down from the second floor and disappeared into the Huamanlou, until the sound of the door closing suddenly sounded, everyone slowly came back to their senses, and King Anle suddenly seemed to remember something, slapped his head suddenly, and exclaimed: "I don't know where that young man lives!"

Everyone was stunned, and then remembered the character of King Anle who loved and cherished talents, and couldn't help laughing. Suddenly, the entire Huamanlou was in an uproar again, only the Gu Yao fairy stood on the white jade lotus platform and kept whispering the poems that Qin Fan had recited just now, with an inexplicable and complicated divine light flashing in her eyes.

......

The sun was setting in the west, and the long glow was shining on the blue-gray Xuanwu Street, and the whole street looked lazy, with shouting and shouting stopped, and there was no crowd of people, and the people who were in a hurry were ready to go home before the curfew.

"Don't you need to find an inn to stay?" Qin Fan still didn't hold back after all, and asked: "If it's a few more hours later, there will be a curfew, and staying on the long street will be punished." ”

Fu Ling smiled slightly, didn't answer, just grinned, looking at that familiar smile, Qin Fan choked, blinked, didn't say anything, just followed Fu Ling in a muffled voice.

The two of them ate something at random, and were about to get up, but suddenly heard a rush of footsteps on the stairs, and saw a big man in black with a cold face and a sweaty face, it was the previous guard of King Anle, but his whole body was already soaked, and it should have been a long time to look for them.

"Please go to Anle Wangfu!" The big man in black still had a cold face and a stiff tone, but he saw him look embarrassed, which made people feel a trace of disgust.

Qin Fan was stunned, a little at a loss, a dignified person at the level of a prince, actually wanted to invite him to the Anle Palace? He and His Majesty are the younger brothers of the same mother, and they also love Wenle, so a person who combines wealth and power would invite him to be a commoner?

Qin Fan was like falling into a dream, at a loss, and didn't know why. But she turned her head to look at Fu Ling, who was even more smiling, she seemed to have foreseen all this, and the image of the rich and handsome prince in her mind resurfaced, although she was confused in her heart, but seeing Fu Ling like this, her heart was also relaxed.

Without asking anything, Xiaoxiao made a gesture of please, and the two of them walked out of the restaurant first, followed by the guard. Out of the restaurant, an agarwood carriage was the first to come into view, a little hesitation, then raised his feet and stepped into it, the whole carriage was empty, only a square table, a stove of incense on the table is emitting wisps of cigarette smoke, smell it can not help but make people feel shocked, the mind is clear, it has the best effect of refreshing the mind.

At the same time, the front end of the carriage "creaked" and sank, and it should be that the guard came up to play the role of the coachman, and then the carriage ran over one neat stone slab after another, and went straight to the Anle Palace.

Pick up the car curtain at one end, and the wheels are on the wheels. Horses' hooves burst, looking at the scenery of the great wilderness city and the sun falling in the west, he understood something, from the beginning of Fu Ling to pull him into the green building and then to many juzi literary meetings, and finally couldn't bear to refuse Fu Ling's request, a poem in the previous life was naturally recited, but he didn't expect a big gain, did she already anticipate all this for herself?

As soon as he thought of this, he was both surprised and delighted, and secretly glanced at Fu Ling, who was smiling, and was about to thank him, but for some reason his face turned red and he couldn't speak. Thinking that Fu Ling was so good, but he looked hesitant when she pulled him into Huamanlou, and he suddenly felt full of remorse in his heart, blaming himself for wrongly blaming her, he really deserved it.

Once there is a mess of ideas in my mind, even if the scenery in front of me is prosperous, it is no longer interesting, cover the sedan curtain, and take the last scene of the ancient street in front of me into the eyes, but the original words of thanks have become "I'm sorry." ”

Fu Ling was stunned, but the car stopped at this time, and the big man's words were slow but still stiff: "Anle Wangfu has arrived, please get off the car and enter the mansion." ”