"Young Master of the Duke of Wei? Xu Yungong?" Zhu Su gnawed on the big bone stick without raising his head. "Why did he come to me?" He didn't look like he was going to move.
"That's right, Xu Yungong, if you want to see that guy, just ask him to come over. Do you want Uncle Wu to go back to Zhuangzi to see him?" Li Jinglong also said, ruthlessly tearing off a bite of the bun, and the image of the gentle and elegant young master in the past was gone. .
"Suck, suck, suck." Zhu Shouqian didn't say anything. While Zhu Su and Li Jinglong were talking, he quickly held the big oil soup on the table and vowed to drink it all in one gulp.
"But..." Xiang Deng stopped talking. Looking at the twenty soldiers over there who were snatching food from other tables like bandits, and looking at His Highness eating dirty with one foot on the stool... Do you want the young master to come here to meet you? Do you still want the prestige of your own Prince Wu's Mansion?
After a while, Zhu Su looked like his mouth was full of oil after eating, and his handsome face was also streaked with white. Sighed inwardly.
Your Highness is so shameless, what do I care about?
He bowed his hands and went to summons.
After a while, Xu Yungong, dressed in gorgeous clothes, appeared at the door of the cafeteria. Seeing a bunch of rough guys inside, I couldn't help but stop. When he saw Zhu Su eating buns with his arms open, he hesitated before walking in.
"Your Highness is so noble, why bother to eat here?" Xu Yungong's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.
"My father was a cowherd boy back then, and your father herded cows with my father. My father once worked as a monk and begged for food, but I don't know if your father ever begged for food. Anyway, it's not a wealthy family with good clothes and good food." Zhu Su swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns and drank another bowl of broth. "Tell me, did they ever eat steamed buns in front of the table like I do today?"
Xu Yungong's face looked a little ugly. "I am also planning for the reputation of His Highness the Fifth Highness. Why did Your Highness the Fifth Highness make fun of our Xu family?"
"Sacrificing the Xu family? I'm just talking about the matter." Zhu Su didn't even look at the well-dressed young master. "I just want to tell you that whether you are noble or not has nothing to do with how and where you eat."
"It mainly depends on what he did. My father expelled Meng Yuan and led our Chinese tribes to restore my Chinese clothes, so he is a noble emperor."
"Your father was victorious in every battle and loved his soldiers like his own son. He made countless meritorious deeds, so he is noble. Even if they wear sackcloth and farm the fields, they are still the emperor, and they are also Marshal Xu and Wei Guogong. They are still noble."
"Nobility can no longer be found in those clothes." As he said this, he looked at Xu Yungong's moon-white gown with meaning.
"..." Xu Yungong hesitated. Suddenly I felt a little aggrieved. He didn't come here this time to break up with Zhu Su. But with the intention of learning. Unexpectedly, Zhu Su actually caught him talking and refuted him.
This grievance made my eyes a little blurry.
"...His Highness King Wu's words are truly enlightening. I have been taught by you once before. I don't want to hear your wise words again today. I am so happy!" But a voice came from behind Xu Yungong. Zhu Su looked up and saw a somewhat familiar young scholar. Because he had been standing behind Xu Yungong, Zhu Su only thought he was a follower and his followers, and even subconsciously ignored his existence.
….
"Are you... Fang Xiaoru?" Zhu Su finally remembered where he had seen this face.
"This is Fang Xiaoru!" Fang Xiaoru bowed his hands in a respectful manner, showing no sign of disgust because of Zhu Su's gaffe at this moment. "What Your Highness just said actually coincides with what I, the Confucianists, say about the thoughts of a gentleman. Confucius said: A wise man returns home with a basket of food and a ladle of drink. In the back alleys, people cannot bear their worries, but they will not change their happiness when they return. Even though they have food and clothing, He is a mean person and does not change his virtuous nature. Your Highness, the Fifth Highness, has understood the three meanings of this statement!"
Seeing him hanging his book bag made Zhu Su feel a headache. It was enough to fool Xu Yungong with chicken soup. He would not dare to give chicken soup to a literary student like Fang Xiaoru. Who knows if he will choke to death on the Confucian chicken soup that the other party feeds back? I wanted to bury my head and eat two more steamed buns, but when I lowered my head, I found that Li Jinglong was touching his belly, and Zhu Shouqian was using the last half of the steamed bun to scrape the soup residue from the bottom of the bowl to eat. Not even a piece of steamed bun was left.
Cursing animals in his heart, Zhu Su could only smile at Fang Xiaoru: "Brother Xiaoru, what's the matter with your sudden visit? My new village is completely useless.
Waiting, there is really nothing to entertain. "
"I am here to recite poems and compose poems with His Highness, discussing ancient and modern times!" Fang Xiaoru's eyes flashed when he said this, and he didn't mind the messy cups and plates on the table at all, so he pulled up a chair by the table and sat down. "The last time I heard about His Highness's Dao Dao in the main hall, I didn't know the smell of meat for three days. Later, I was shocked to hear that His Highness made "Linjiang Immortal", and I was even more shocked."
"His Highness is so knowledgeable. It would be of great benefit if I could chat with him for a while. Therefore, I asked Mr. Xu Xiaogong, the Duke of Wei, to come with me to see you... I also hope that Your Highness will not be dissatisfied with your filial piety and your limited knowledge, so that you can find some spare time to teach me!" Fang Xiaoru said earnestly.
"Uh... burp!" Zhu Su burped. Fang Xiaoru was Song Lian's favorite disciple, and his literary talent ranked first among his peers in Yingtian. Does he want to recite poems and compose poems with himself, discussing ancient and modern times? How can I deceive someone with real talent and learning like him into my half bucket of water?
"Brother Fang... Well, I'm very tired from practicing today, and I have to take a shower soon. It's really insulting to talk about the elegance of literati like this. Why don't we wait for another day? I will hold a banquet for another day. When Brother Fang meets..." He stood up as he spoke.
"Your Highness!" Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaoru's expression changed, "Your Highness, please forgive Xiaoru for being so reckless. Xiaoru is able to come to the village to look for His Highness today because Xiaoru has the shamelessness to ask Young Master Xu. How can he do it in the future? Entrusted again and again?"
"In a few days, Xiaoru will go with his father to take a post outside the capital. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back to Yingtian within a few years. If not, how could Xiaoru dare to ask for an excuse to see him?"
"His Highness is of high rank, so it is normal for him not to talk to Xiao Ru. It's just that Xiao Ru fell in love with His Highness's poetic talent because of his poem 'Linjiang Immortal!'"
"Since I have no intention of talking to Xiaoru, would you be brave enough to ask your highness to write a poem to soothe my official heart?" Fang Xiaoru's posture was extremely humble.
"Uh!" Zhu Su was stunned. Give a poem? There was only a few taels of ink in his stomach. If you say one song is missing and I give it to you, what will I do in the future?
What's more, looking at Fang Xiaoru's appearance, if you give him one song, he will definitely come back for a second or third song. One song after another, when will it end?
….
"Fifth Uncle, since this scholar is so sincere, write him a poem! The legend of Linjiang Immortal has been circulating in Yingtian City for some time, and the sisters in Fule Yuan have been waiting for your second poem for a long time. It’s time to write a song!" Li Jinglong also said.
"It's okay if I have His Highness's old works! Please let me know, Your Highness!" Fang Xiaoru bowed to the end and spoke with utmost sincerity.
"Ah this..." Zhu Su was in a dilemma. He deliberately acted like a prince and had Fang Xiaoru driven away. But Fang Xiaoru was Song Lian's disciple, and Song Lian was his half-student. If he refuted his face, neither Lao Zhu nor Queen Ma would stand by him.
What's more, he came through the Duke of Wei's house. If he rushes away rashly, where will Xu Da's face go?
Moreover, this Fang Xiaoru once stood up to defend himself when people at the poetry meeting suspected that he had copied poems. Although I was indeed forced to copy poems, the favor was real and I had to accept it!
We cannot be people who repay kindness with hatred.
After weighing all kinds of considerations, Zhu Su's face turned red and blue for a while, and all kinds of thoughts were spinning in his heart.
Finally, I had an idea.
"Hmph! I think you are a leader among young men of letters, and you must have beauty in your heart."
"Unexpectedly, he is just a romantic idiot!"
"Poetry is nothing more than a plaything for leisure. You actually value it so much!"
"There are so many avenues of heaven and earth that we don't pursue. We only value these paths of fun."
"You, a scholar like you, really disappoint me!"
Zhu Su clasped his hands behind his back and spoke in a very stern tone!
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