"My hair has not even grown yet, and I still want to tease my sister." Regarding Zhu Pingan's teasing just now, the girl was stunned for a second before teasing with a smile.
I don't know who was so frightened that the knife was pulled out.
Zhu Ping'an responded with a disdainful smile, then sat at the table and ate breakfast with relish.
"Aren't you curious why the Jin Yiwei came to search but turned a blind eye to me?" The girl sat opposite Zhu Pingan, eating fried dough sticks in small bites, and finally couldn't help but raise her head and ask Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Ping'an stopped his chopsticks, shrugged slightly, and said calmly, "It's just that you covered your face during the assassination, and it was night, so no one knew your face."
"You are so boring!"
The girl curled her lips when she heard this, lowered her head to eat her fried dough sticks and tofu buns, and after a while she kicked Zhu Pingan's chair with her feet.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Ping'an was speechless, stopped his chopsticks and asked.
"How much money do you have left?" The girl scratched at the tofu in the bowl with disgust.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Pingan asked casually and continued to eat his breakfast.
"I see there are a lot of fat sheep in the inn. Please help me out tonight, and we..." The girl's eyes were shining as she spoke, and her whole body was as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She seemed to have been completely injured. Gone.
puff
Zhu Ping'an, who was drinking tofu nao, squirted out in one gulp.
At the critical moment, the girl across the table moved one hand of fried dough sticks and the other of tofu puffs to the outside, just in time to avoid the tofu puffs spewed out by Zhu Ping'an.
The rabbit is not eating the grass from the nest yet, so this little aunt wants to start directly at the inn where she lives, and the mess of the assassination has not been sorted out yet. If there is another thief or robbery, do you want Jin Yiwei? rest! They are not vegetarians. Besides, it’s not like uncle and the others don’t know you. It’s too late to hide, and you’re still rushing forward.
"If you weren't so poor, I wouldn't have bothered to think about it. I'm not Old Man Kong. It would kill me if I didn't know the taste of meat." The girl put all the blame on Zhu Pingan.
Zhu Pingan...
In the end, Zhu Ping'an did not agree to the witch's proposal, but only agreed to add a meat dish one day in the future. Of course, he only compromised after the girl wrote an IOU of ten taels of silver.
The rest of the time passed slowly like this, practicing calligraphy, reading in the morning, and studying eight-part essays, as if the witch in the room who couldn't calm down even for a moment didn't exist.
After practicing calligraphy and reading in the morning, I followed the original path back, but was stopped by a group of students and scholars on the way.
"Isn't this Brother Zhu Xian who flew into the reed flowers and disappeared? It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. What a coincidence." The first person to say hello was a polite and noble scholar who was praised by Zhou Xuezheng at the Jingxian Poetry Society. Xia Luoming from Tongcheng, with a humble smile on his face, but a sense of arrogance between his brows.
"Brother Zhu Xian, whom I have admired for a long time, is in Feng Shanshui, Susong County, Xiasu." Following Xia Luoming was a student in his early twenties. He was also a talented person, and his appearance was as good as Zhu Pingan's.
Afterwards, everyone else also greeted him familiarly.
"Oh, good morning, everyone." Zhu Ping'an greeted a few people with a black wooden board under his arm.
"What a coincidence. We, the top students from various counties, met at the bank of Taihu Lake to exchange experiences and compose a few poems. This is the last poetry meeting before the government examination. Brother Zhu Xian must not miss it again." Feng Shanshui from Susong County exchanged a few pleasantries and invited Zhu Pingan to attend the poetry meeting with them.
It was a poetry meeting again, and Zhu Ping'an was naturally not going to go.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I have something important to do. I'm grateful for your kindness. I'm afraid this poetry meeting will disappoint you all." Zhu Pingan held the black board between his arms, apologized, and was about to turn around and leave.
Zhu Ping'an apologized, and Xia Luoming said, "Brother Zhu Xian, please don't refuse. They are all at Taihu Lake, why not go. And the heads of county examination cases from several counties are also here, so brother Zhu Xian must not refuse." miss."
After Xia Luoming finished speaking, Feng Shanshui continued, "Zhu Xiandi's sentence of flying into the reed flowers and disappearing really expresses the artistic conception of snow. We, the first class, are gathered together, and everyone admires Zhu Xiandi's literary talent. But if Zhu Xiandi doesn't show a single face, wouldn't it be wrong? Let me wait for disappointment.”
"I really have something important to do, and I'm not good at it, so I won't bother you." Zhu Pingan said again.
"Brother Zhu Xian is so polite. Brother Zhu Xian is so talented and talented. Whether it is to say goodbye or to sing the snow, we are all amazed. Today's poetry meeting, why don't brother Zhu Xian leave a piece of calligraphy again so that we can talk about it later? It will be a good thing." .”
"That is, if Brother Zhu Xian leaves another calligraphy treasure, it will definitely become a good story in the future."
"Yes, let's go together. Let's go together."
People around him also spoke out in support.
Zhu Ping'an just held the black board between his arms and politely refused everyone, saying: "I'm really sorry, I'm not good at poetry. Every time I write a poem, it takes several days to complete. I don't want to embarrass myself in this kind of poetry meeting." "
"Brother Zhu Xian is so humble. He just flew into the reed cattails and disappeared. This has already made us ashamed."
"That's right, Brother Zhu Xian, please stop being polite and come with us."
"We are still waiting for your masterpiece."
Several students and scholars accompanying him spoke one after another, wanting to drag Zhu Pingan over to participate in the poetry meeting.
"I'm really sorry. I'm really in a hurry. I won't bother you this time. I'm sorry and I'm going to leave." Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands and squeezed out of the crowd with the black board between his arms.
Seeing Zhu Pingan's back, these people began to talk about it.
"Really, why are you dragging me? A poem is neither fish nor fowl, and only the last line of a poem about snow is worthy of the eye."
"Too showy."
"Buying fame and fishing for reputation."
"I must be scared. I'm afraid that I won't be able to write poems in public..."
"Forget it, Brother Feng, Brother Li... let's go to the Taihu Poetry Club."
People were talking a lot, and the voices were neither loud nor quiet, just enough for some fragmentary sounds to reach Zhu Pingan's ears.
Zhu Ping'an didn't care about this. Shi Shiran returned to the inn and simply ordered two dishes and one soup in the lobby, then put it in the food box and walked upstairs. All poetry gatherings are useless. It’s better to take advantage of the time and read more books.
The poetry club at Taihu Lake was in full swing. None of the students on the top list were convinced. Poems and essays were written one after another. However, there were actually a few good poems and essays that were circulated. Of course, the news that Zhu Ping'an refused to participate in the poetry meeting in every possible way was also released. It was regarded as a fear of not being able to write poetry. It became the background of this poetry meeting, which can be regarded as a contribution to this poetry meeting.
Time passed so quickly after the poetry meeting, so fast that the exam began in the blink of an eye.
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