One person per table, drinking alone by the window, it is as beautiful as a still picture, which is pleasing to the eye.
But some people just want to burn the harp and boil the crane.
The scholar dressed in white, holding a wine bottle in his hand, sat down opposite Han Du.
Han Du raised his eyes and glanced at the person opposite him in surprise. He had long eyebrows like lying on silkworms and was slightly stiff. He had a slender nose and high bridge, red lips and white teeth. He looked about the same age as himself, and he was an attractive person.
The scholar in white saw Han Du's questioning eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, this seat is good. I always sit in this seat every time I come here. I didn't expect that my brother took it away today." First, I wonder if my brother would agree to share a table?"
Han Du took a closer look at the scholar. It seemed that he was also a person who was nostalgic or pursuing beauty, so he responded with a smile and nodded.
"Thank you, brother. I don't know your surname, how do you call me?" The scholar cupped his fists and saluted, and asked politely.
Han Du did not answer directly, but asked with a smile: "I wonder what I call this brother?"
The scholar didn't mind at all that Han Du didn't introduce himself but asked his name. He smiled and said directly: "Xiao Ru below."
Fang Xiaoru!
When Han Du heard this, a flash of shock suddenly flashed in his eyes. Is this Fang Xiaoru who was killed by Emperor Yongle and killed ten clans? The first and only person in history to have ten tribes exterminated? It was a bit surprising, I didn't expect Fang Xiaoru to be this age.
Fang Xiaoru saw the change in Han Du's expression, smiled unexpectedly, and said, "It seems that brother has heard of my name?"
Han Du suddenly came back to his senses, pondered for a moment, thought of an excuse, and said with a soft smile: "Brother Fang is a disciple of Song Gong, and I have heard of Ding Ding's famous name."
"Mentor..." Fang Xiaoru suddenly felt melancholy when Han Du mentioned his mentor. His mentor Song Lian, who was regarded as the crown prince and grand master, did not expect that he would be implicated in the Hu Weiyong case and end up being dismissed. If the prince hadn't desperately begged for mercy, he would have been beheaded on the spot. However, even though the prince tried his best to save his life, he was unable to save his mentor's life in the end. The mentor was too old and could not bear the hard work, and finally died of illness on the way to be dispatched.
After all, Fang Xiaoru and Zhu Biao are really brothers from the same school.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru's eyes were a little red, Han Du remembered that Song Lian was dead, and immediately felt that he had been rude when he mentioned Song Lian just now. "I'm sorry, Brother Fang, I just forgot..."
Fang Xiaoru took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions for a few moments, waved his hand to stop Han Du, and said, "It's okay, the matter is over, what can we do...don't you know your surname?"
Han Du smiled when he heard this, nuzzled his lips toward another table, and said with a smile: "I came here just to hear how they arranged me."
The bustle of the other table and the purity of Han Du's place are completely opposite extremes. There was a huge table in the middle that was filled with people. All the scholars were sitting on the chairs, and the table was littered with cups and plates. What these people talked about with each other was almost all the news about Han Du that had been circulating in the market these days, and the news they talked about seemed to have been carefully selected. They were all all kinds of specious black information about Han Du. These days, although all kinds of news about Han Du are flying all over the sky, the eyes of the people are also sharp. Although the news contains all kinds of black information about Han Du, there are also some people who praise Han Du, which can be said to be good or bad. Mixed.
However, these people avoided talking about the good news about Han Du, and only picked out the bad news about Han Du to discuss among themselves. In this way, a discerning person can tell at a glance what these people want to do.
Fang Xiaoru is such a smart person. When he heard what Han Du said, he thought for a moment and knew who the person in front of him was. "So, you are..." He was so surprised that he almost called Han Du's name.
Shaking his head and smiling, Fang Xiaoru looked at Han Du and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Han is really, really brave." He glanced at those people, looked back at Han Du, Fang Xiaoru asked with a smile: "Brother Han, is it true? Aren’t you afraid that your identity will be exposed and they will surround you?”
Han Du picked up the wine glass and gestured to Fang Xiaoru. After taking a sip, he looked over there with disdain and said with a smile: "They are just a bunch of clowns. Believe it or not, if Brother Fang stood up, they would actually All of them would be so silent that they would not even dare to say a word."
Fang Xiaoru was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Han Du had such magnanimity and confidence despite his young age. This alone suppressed everyone at the table opposite. If Han Du really stood up and shouted that Han Du was here, those people on the opposite side really might not have the courage to talk about Han Du as unscrupulously as now. Maybe they would really remain silent in front of Han Du, not daring to say a word.
"Brother Han is so courageous." Fang Xiaoru smiled and raised his glass in response to Han Du.
Han Du smiled helplessly, lowered his head and said: "Facing these people, there is no courage at all. Let's not talk about them. I just saw that Brother Fang seems to have something on his mind. I wonder if you can tell me something?"
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoru put down his wine glass and sighed, "There's nothing bad to say, and I'm not afraid that Brother Han will laugh if I say it. I came to Beijing this time with the intention of becoming an official, but it's a pity..."
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru was looking down, Han Du quickly asked, "Did Brother Fang not get what he wanted during this trip? It shouldn't be."
Who is Fang Xiaoru? A child prodigy who became famous at a young age, Song Lian's protégé. If nothing else, just because he and Zhu Biao are fellow disciples, it should be easy to become an official. Moreover, with these capitals, Fang Xiaoru should be in a high position as soon as he becomes an official. Why is it now that even becoming an official is beyond the reach of other Xiaoru?
"Didn't Brother Fang go to see His Highness the Crown Prince?" Han Du asked again. Don't use it if it's relevant, it will become invalid when it expires. If Fang Xiaoru clearly had this kind of relationship with Zhu Biao and didn't use it for the so-called innocence, then Han Du would really look down on him. If this is really the case, then it is not called noble, it is called pedantic.
If Fang Xiaoru is really a pedantic person, then Han Du will be able to understand that he will be punished by the ten clans in the future.
"Why not?" Fang Xiaoru sighed helplessly and continued: "I immediately went to ask for an audience with His Highness, and His Highness even took me down to see the Emperor."
Han Du didn't want to mention Lao Zhu, but he still asked curiously: "Does the emperor have brother Fang..."
