He suddenly wanted to tell a story, and Nie Xiaoli didn't know how to respond.
Jiang Fan, however, kept to himself and started talking: "A long time ago, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen..."
Mr. Jiang had no choice in telling a story, and the story had ups and downs. When he finished telling it, he realized that Nie Xiaoli had tears streaming down his face.
Mr. Jiang was just talking, but when he saw this scene he was a little panicked: "Little Oriole, it's just a story, why are you crying... We can't cry while listening to a story, worrying about the ancients..."
Nie Xiaoli wiped the corners of his eyes: "...Xiaoqian is so pitiful."
Jiang Fan smiled: "She is still very content. After all, there is still Ning Caichen in this world."
Nie Xiaoli was silent for a long time: "If there is such a Mr. Ning, Xiaoli will be satisfied."
"Yes, yes. Little Oriole is so beautiful and gentle, sooner or later the infatuated Mr. Ning will appear."
"can you?"
"Of course, I promise this..."
Go, I promise, how can you guarantee this kind of thing?
Mr. Jiang couldn't help but scratch his head in embarrassment.
On the contrary, it made Nie Xiaoli laugh.
This young master is really interesting, he can actually tell stories to his servants.
She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Sir, is Nie Xiaoqian's name modeled after Little Oriole?"
"Haha...what a coincidence."
Nie Xiaoli pursed her lips: "Are you deliberately causing a tragedy for Xiaoli?"
"Uh..." That's it, the woman is getting sick. I just accidentally thought of this story from her name.
"No, no, you didn't see that you said at the end that you were waiting for her to be reincarnated. This means you have to wait patiently. Lovers will eventually get married..."
Mr. Jiang had no choice but to force the situation.
Nie Xiaoli was obviously dissatisfied, his eyes were filled with mist, which made Mr. Jiang feel sad.
He quickly said: "Actually, this story also has a song, which is very nice. Let me sing it to you."
Nie Xiaoli was still feeling knotty at first, but suddenly he heard that his master wanted to sing a song for him. He was a little confused at that time. Wasn't it the slave's job to sing to his master?
But before she could say that she didn't dare or anything, Mr. Jiang started to hum.
"The road of life is like a long road with beautiful dreams, and the road is paved with wind and frost. There are many directions for beautiful dreams in the world of mortals. The road to find love in the dream center is as vast as the people..."
The minor tune is very weird, but inexplicably beautiful, and the lyrics are melodious and melodious. It vividly expresses the feeling of a young man pursuing his dream on the road in the world, and experiencing many hardships and hardships in the world, but there is always a trace of happiness lingering in it, which makes people feel Indulge in it unconsciously.
As Jiang Fan sang, it seemed as if many light and film clips slowly appeared in front of his eyes. Finally, the young man who was wandering in the middle of it turned into his own appearance...
This thing was fatal to the temptation of Nie Xiaoli, who loved singing. He laughed when he listened to it, and cried when he smiled.
Later, Mr. Jiang was in a hurry, and he finally managed to turn the situation around by talking about the technical aspects of the poem being suitable for music with guzheng and flute.
After comforting the sentimental girl, Mr. Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Go and clean up quickly, we should set off to visit that old Master Yan...
Thirty miles away from Moling City is Qucheng. It is a small town, but it is world-famous. Probably because this place is the hometown of Master Yan, it is known as the Holy City of Literary Music.
There is a low mountain in the center of Qucheng, known as Wenqiu in the world. The top of Wenqiu is broad and flat, and a huge mansion built on it is Wensheng Mansion.
It is the residence of the only contemporary literary saint, Master Yan.
Wenqiu is the Holy Land of Literature in the world. There is an endless stream of literati and poets all day long. Everyone here is very humble, just like a pilgrim.
But today, there was an exception.
A giant luxury carriage produced by the Nangong family arrived in an unusually ostentatious manner. It passed directly through the jade archway inscribed by Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty to represent the glory of the literary saint. It did not stop at all like other people, adjusted its clothes, and bowed three times before entering.
"Who is this person? He is so rude!"
Seeing this situation, some scholars looked sulky.
"Yes, this is the Wenshengfang built under the order of Emperor Taizu of Zhou Dynasty. There is no scholar in the world who doesn't respect him very much, but this man has no respect at all. It's annoying!"
"I'll go question it later..."
Just as he was talking, the carriage had already arrived in front of the Wen Sheng Mansion, and a beautiful woman in yellow clothes slowly got out of the car and handed a greeting card to the door.
"Qin, King Xiaoyao pays a visit to Old Master Yan."
Many of the scribes who had just gathered around stopped immediately.
It's actually this person?
This is really unstoppable.
Although this place is a sacred place in the literary world, he is the king of another country after all, so even if he is disrespectful, he can't say anything.
But King Xiaoyao came to Jin in the name of visiting worthy people, but he did not come to visit Master Yan immediately. Instead, he leaned on the red and green trees and lived happily for many days.
In any case, this kind of behavior is too contemptuous of literary saints and goes too far.
Now I saw that Shengfang didn't get out of the car or worship. It was obvious that he didn't care.
Naturally, it aroused the anger of many people, and after all, they felt that they were all humiliated.
Although you are the King of Xiaoyao, this is a matter in the literary world, so what can you do if you just show off?
For a while, many literati whispered and looked unhappy.
In Wen Sheng's Mansion, an old man holding a greeting card also looked sullen. He said to an old man with white hair and boyish face sitting cross-legged on the futon, "Master, this person is really unreasonable. He drank and had fun until he came to visit today. It is really disrespectful."
There are eighteen scribes sitting on both sides of the hall, who are the eighteen disciples of Master Yan. He was also very unhappy when he heard that King Xiaoyao was visiting.
"Master, it would have been fine if this person didn't say he was coming to visit you in the first place. But from the very beginning, he did so under the pretext of visiting a worthy person, but he has been having fun for many days before visiting you. This is really crazy."
"Yes, Master is a saint in the literary world, how can you be so disrespectful? It's okay if you don't see this person!"
The old man with white hair slowly put down the bamboo slip in his hand and said slowly: "The sage said, if people don't respect me, it's because I have no talent; if I don't tolerate others, it's because I am immeasurable. Why are you reading the books of sages and sages, and why are your hearts not smooth and your stomachs uneven?"
One of the disciples said: "Master, I am a great virtue, I am so impressed."
The eyes of the old man holding the name card also moved a few times, but he said: "There are many masters, but we in the literary world should respect the master of heaven and earth. This person is not only disrespectful to you, but also disrespectful to etiquette."
The white-haired old man smiled calmly: "Courtesy to people is like wine. What do you mean? The original meaning of the word is not to teach us to treat others with courtesy in order to educate others. Dear brother Congwen, please Mr. Jiang, come in."
That old man was none other than Yan Congwen, the younger brother of Master Yan.
After hearing this, I had no choice but to say: "I will follow the Master's teachings."
After a while, everyone saw a young man strolling up the steps and entering the palace in a carefree manner.
Although they were dissatisfied with his lack of etiquette, everyone could not help but secretly praise him, what a handsome young man.
The young man in front of him has beautiful features, fluttering white clothes, long hair, and a white hairband hanging on both shoulders. He is holding a bamboo object that is more than a foot long in his hand. He looks so free and easy.
This is the seventeen-year-old young king who is famous all over the world, and is called the Poet Immortal Saint, Jiang Fan, Jiang Yulang.
"Junior Jiang Fan, pay your respects to the old master."
The young man smiled and bowed his hands slightly.
Master Yan looked at the young man in front of him with a smile: "Young man is carefree, untainted by the vulgar world, and not tainted by the world. Mr. Jiang is indeed very charming."
Jiang Fan smiled: "Master, thank you for the reward. Jiang Fan doesn't know etiquette, please don't blame me."
Yan Fuzi brushed his beard and said: "Ritual is based on the heart and manifested in actions. There is no rigidity in the heart, and the actions are free and easy. There is no need to care too much."
Jiang Fan said: "Master Haidu, I have learned from you."
Master Yan said, "Young Master Jiang has come a long way. Please take a seat and rest. After I finish this lesson, how about we discuss it in detail with you?"
Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "It's a good thing for Jiang Fan to hear Master's teachings. Master invites you."
Master Yan's lesson was about how to govern a country. He talked for a full hour. Jiang Fan was not impatient at all, but listened attentively. He gained a lot of insights during the lecture, and he couldn't help but secretly praise this literary saint for being well-deserved.
It wasn't until the last person's question was answered that Master Yan made a final statement and ended the lecture.
The eighteen disciples thanked him one by one, but did not leave. It was probably because the master had said that the poets and poets should come to visit, and they should also be allowed to see his grace.
Of course the eighteen disciples were happy. Even if they were dissatisfied with Jiang Fan's actions, his literary talent was truly outstanding. Who doesn't have "The Collection of Mortals" in their hands? Who has not read "Three Kingdoms"?
Naturally, no one wanted to give up this rare opportunity.
