"Who composed this poem?" Fan Shihao and the three of them were sitting with His Highness, looking at the rice paper in their hands: "Does it have a name?"
An old man next to Fan Shihao scratched his beard and narrowed his eyes: "The origin of this poem is somewhat interesting. I heard that it was written by a man named Xu Bulao in a brothel to please the oiran there!"
Fan Shihao smiled: "Mr. Yan, what do you think of this poem?"
Yan Shiguang sighed and shook his head: "I don't think I can write such a good poem. Compared with this poem, what I have written before is simply worthless."
The two people not far from them became interested when they heard this. They asked for the rice paper in Fan Shihao's hand and pretended to look at it for a while. Ye Wujiang and Yi Zian beside him are both martial artists, and they have feelings, but very little.
Ye Wujiang returned the rice paper to them and asked doubtfully: "Is it really so good?"
You must know that Mr. Yan is an important official of the imperial court, and he is well versed in poetry. He is proud and will never praise others easily, but now he feels inferior to himself.
Yan Guangguang nodded: "General Ye, I don't know, but the person who wrote this poem can be said to be a talent that is rare in a century. Maybe only Brother Fan can compare with him. It would be great if I had such a talent. ." There was admiration and envy in his tone.
Ye Wujiang looked at Fan Shihao: "Do you still have the ability to compose poetry? How come I haven't seen you compose after being with you for so long?"
"You can't recite poetry everywhere every day, right?" Fan Shihao smiled.
Yi Zian thought for a while: "Brother Ye, what Brother Fan said makes sense. Otherwise, those literati would not be regarded as fools." The four of them have equal status, but Yi Zian is the youngest, so everyone is called eldest brother, sir.
"What else are you talking about, dear friends? Are you chatting so happily?"
All four of them stopped talking, their voices were quiet, and their expressions were solemn. They stood up and saluted: "I have met your Majesty."
The person who came was the current Emperor of Dakang, Emperor Yanqing. Emperor Yanqing walked to the hall and sat down, smiling like a relative: "I love you, no courtesy." Then everyone sat down.
Seeing that the four of them were a little restrained, Emperor Yanqing showed a sullen look on his face: "My dear friends, you don't have to be like this. I've called you here just for a casual chat."
"I don't dare, my ministers. Our country is a country of etiquette, and the emperor is the emperor, so etiquette must be maintained." Yan Guangguang stood up again.
Emperor Yanqing saw that everyone insisted and said nothing more: "When I came just now, what were you talking about?"
"It's a good poem that Mr. Yan received. I just discussed that maybe only Brother Fan has such a talent." After Yi Zian said it, he found that the other three people were secretly staring at him, and then he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Come.
Emperor Yanqing didn't pay attention, but was somewhat interested: "Oh? Really? Let me take a look." Yan Guangguang presented the rice paper.
After a while, Emperor Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "It is indeed a good poem. It not only contains the passionate courtship, but also symbolizes the extraordinary ideals of the hero and heroine, the noble purpose, the tacit understanding of friends and other rich connotations. The whole poem is The meaning is shallow but the meaning is deep, the syllables are fluent, the emotions are warm and unrestrained yet deep and touching. Huh? Why is there no poem title?"
"When I got this poem, it didn't have a title." Yan Guangguang replied.
"It's a pity that a good poem has no name. I want to give it a title, but I'm afraid that people will say I'm arbitrary. Alas!" Emperor Yanqing sighed.
"It is truly an honor for this poem to be named by His Majesty. It must be too late for the world to be happy." Yan Guangguang replied again.
"Let's wait until we find the person who wrote this poem before we talk."
"I will make arrangements soon."
Emperor Yanqing looked at Yi Zian and Ye Wujiang: "It is a pity that General Qiangbai was not present today due to border defense matters."
Ye Wujiang secretly glared at Yi Zian again, indicating that he should not speak if he couldn't speak: "I also feel sorry for General Qiang. Fortunately, some of the officials and people responsible for General Yi and I actively cooperated and did not cause chaos. Fortunately, the Great Wall was completed ahead of schedule. construction.”
"Oh? The construction of the Great Wall is finished? Not bad."
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."
"Recently, a large number of schools have been opened in China, and the academic style has become increasingly strong. The imperial examination has also selected many talented young people." Yan Guangguang also talked about the recent domestic situation.
Emperor Yanqing smiled and nodded: "Very good, very good. With the support of all my beloved ministers, I will be prosperous." The next moment, his tone changed and he sighed: "It's just a pity that Song Mingxing, the prefect of Qingzhou, resigned from his post, and the city lord of Chiyang County Guo Xingjian’s right hand was crippled by a villain’s design, and there are still many things for me to do.”
"Qingzhou Song Mingxing cared about the people of Qingzhou and worked efficiently and rigorously. His departure is indeed a great loss to the court, but the current prefect Liu An who was recommended by him is also a good talent." Yan Shiguang also looked sad: " Guo Xingjian, the lord of Chiyang City, has great martial arts skills, hates evil as much as hatred, and acts vigorously and resolutely. After he took office, the people's livelihood and well-being in Chiyang County became better and better, but he also attracted the hatred of villains. If he knew that His Majesty cared so much about his injury, he would be truly moved. "
"It's a blessing that Kang State has such a king as your Majesty."
"My dear friends, I have prepared a banquet for you today and it will be served immediately. I have other matters to attend to, so I will leave first."
All four people stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty." After Emperor Yanqing left, the four people sat down again.
Song Mingxing was sitting down the hall, and there was a fat man in the hall. If Xie Wule had been present, he would have definitely recognized that this was the man who was in Room 1, Tianzi, Fengjiang Building.
The fat man smiled, with only a slit in his eyes, and he spoke very interestingly: "Brother Song, just call me Dahuang. I like to be lively. No one has come to my place for a long time. I'm very happy that you can come today. Just wait for me for a while, and I'll get you some snacks."
After saying that, Dahuang jumped down from the chair and ran out quickly. Song Mingxing felt a little more wary in his heart. This Dahuang was fat, but he didn't feel sloppy in his movements at all. Instead, he was very light and he was a master.
An orange rolled in front of the door, and a beautiful woman hurriedly ran over to pick it up. When she raised her head, she looked at Song Mingxing. Song Mingxing smiled at him, and the woman hurriedly ran away holding the orange.
After a while, Dahuang came running with snacks. Song Mingxing took a look and realized that the so-called snacks were all oranges, which was not incomprehensible. Song Mingxing picked up an orange and peeled it open. The skin was thin and the fruit was sweet.
"Who was that person just now?"
Dahuangrou's face turned red: "Let Brother Song laugh, that woman is a servant in my house."
Song Mingxing nodded. It was strange that there were no servants in such a large mansion.
"Brother Song, let's go. I'll take you to visit my yard." Dahuang pulled Song Mingxing and left.
The yard is very large and the garden setting is very exquisite. Song Mingxing is not surprised. After all, the same is true for his own family. Seeing that Song Mingxing looked like it was no big deal, Dahuang was heartbroken and took him to a large courtyard.
A huge orange tree stood there in the center of the courtyard. Dahuang stood up straight and proudly said: "How about it? This is the treasure of my town. It has never been seen by outsiders. Brother Song, you are the first!"
"It's really big." Song Mingxing agreed, looking up at the surrounding courtyard walls, and recalling that he had seen the dense branches on the road when he came here: "Dahuang, have you ever thought about the fact that you are the leader of the town government?" Can Bao be seen outside?" Dahuang looked in disbelief, looked up, and smiled wryly.
Back inside, sumptuous food and wine were already prepared on the table.
"Brother Song, I like to be lively. I have been to many places over the years, so I have seen many interesting things." Dahuang took a mouthful of food and said, "I have met many weird people. Take the latest one I saw Let me tell you when I get there."
"It was a place called Sujiang City. Every year, an event called the Dragon King Festival is held. I heard it was quite lively, so I went there. I stayed in the largest inn there."
"I have to say, the service in that inn was very good." As he said this, Dahuang smiled as he remembered how he was enjoying himself at that time: "No, no, let's get down to business. The person who lived in the room opposite me at that time was a weirdo. I remember it was a man. A woman checked in, but when she left, only a man left."
Then Dahuang described everything he saw vividly.
"That man looks very young, doesn't he? The scar is here, almost this big." Song Mingxing said while gesturing on his face.
Dahuang stood on the chair in surprise: "How do you know? Were you also there? Where were you at that time?"
"Big Huang, come down quickly, come down quickly. I have never been to that Sujiang City, I just heard about it." Song Mingxing remembered that he had mentioned it several times when he was talking to Xie Wule.
"Ah? Who is that person? Is he so famous?" Dahuang sat down with a surprised look on his face, and soon he laughed again: "Brother Song, let me tell you something you must have never heard of."
Da Huang vividly talked about his experiences outside, but Song Mingxing didn't listen to a word. He was thinking about Xie Wule's incident.
I really didn't think it through at the beginning, how could I make a generalization? As Weiwei said, although he is a remnant of the previous dynasty, has he done anything bad? Song Mingxing didn't know, but he made a decision to learn about Xie Wule's past.
The second day.
"Brother Song, are you leaving after only one day? Do you want to play for a few more days?" Seeing that Song Mingxing was leaving, Dahuang was a little reluctant. He hadn't seen anyone come here for more than ten years.
Song Mingxing seemed to be about to cry when he saw Dahuang. Unexpectedly, Dahuang was such a sweet-tempered person, and comforted him: "Dahuang, I will come to you again after my affairs are finished."
Dahuang burst into tears all of a sudden. Song Mingxing was shocked and didn't know what to do. Apart from comforting the crying Weiwei when he was a child, he had no experience in comforting others. What's more, he is a man who cries so much. Song Mingxing hurriedly put his hand on Dahuang's head: "Stop crying."
Song Mingxing quickly shook his head, blinked, and breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was still rhubarb. Just now, his eyes were dazzled, and he actually saw Dahuang as the maid he saw yesterday. Song Mingxing, Song Mingxing, what are you thinking about?
Song Mingxing still set foot on the way down the mountain. The scene just now has always been lingering in my mind. Every time I think of it, I want to be slapped. How could you be like this? After thinking for a while, Song Mingxing, you should have started a family long ago. Other people's children can already walk when they are your age.
Dahuang looked at Song Mingxing's back waiting for me, still very reluctant to part with him, his eyes were blurry with tears, and he wiped his eyes, eh? Why did I change back? Looking at his slender and smooth fingers, Dahuang was shocked. Didn't I change back just now? Did you see it? Otherwise Song Mingxing would have been frightened and fainted. That's right, it just changed back.
No, I have to follow you. It’s so boring to stay here alone. Thinking about it, Dahuang followed quietly.
Dahuang's mansion has not been visited by outsiders for more than a hundred years, but she forgot that a long time ago when she went out to play, she was afraid that someone would hurt her body, so she set up a ban. This ban has been maintained for more than a hundred years and no one has been allowed to visit. She had found her mansion until yesterday, when Song Mingxing accidentally broke in.
Xie Wule and Song Weiwei faced each other awkwardly.
Song Weiwei turned around hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xie, I saw you didn't come back from fetching water for a long time, so I was a little worried so I came here."
The next moment, Song Weiwei immediately turned around and ran to Xie Wule, touched the muscles next to the wound on his left shoulder with her hand, and looked at it for a while: "This is caused by the Guo family's swordsmanship. Mr. Xie, how could you offend the Guo family?" ?”
Xie Wule was stunned for a long time without speaking. Today he went out to fetch water and casually planned to change the medicine. Unexpectedly, he took too long and Song Weiwei came over to find him, and the scene just happened.
"Guo family?" Xie Wule reacted and was a little excited. He finally wanted to know who killed Uncle Liu and his master, and asked, "Miss Weiwei knows this sword wielder?"
Song Weiwei was startled by Xie Wule's reaction, her cheeks immediately turned red, and she hurriedly turned away. Xie Wule also realized something and hurriedly put on his clothes.
Returning to the place where he stayed before, Xie Wule once again asked the question he was concerned about.
“Mr. ."
"Martial Arts Leader? Is he the one who hurt me?" Xie Wule asked.
Song Weiwei shook her head: "Last year, the head of the Guo family was set up by a villain. The tendons in his right hand were destroyed, and his martial arts skills were not as good as before, so it shouldn't be him. But Mr. Xie's injury was indeed caused by Guo Jian's swordsmanship."
"The swordsmanship of the Guo family will expand the internal force outward when fighting the enemy. The wounds caused are extremely difficult to recover and easy to distinguish. The Guo family has only a small number of people. Now, only the young master of the Guo family, Guo Guo, has this kind of skill. Away from one person.”
"But why would he come to trouble Mr. Xie?" Song Weiwei was puzzled.
Xie Wule looked puzzled.
