Rong Fei was reciting poetry, and it was also a farewell poem.
Looking at the excited and satisfied expression on Liu Chuanfang's old face, Huang Liang and Yi immediately wanted to understand what happened.
This shameless old man is actually asking for poetry!
However, the three great scholars did not have time to ridicule Liu Chuanfang, but carefully savored the new poems written by Rong Fei.
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow. m.
The three of them recited it secretly and couldn't help but look up to the sky.
At this moment, the sky is dimly lit, and the early sun has not yet emerged from the horizon.
There is no cloud in the light blue sky with grayish white.
Although it is almost late autumn, it is still very early for the north wind to blow and snowflakes to fall, not to mention the wild geese returning south.
It is true that poetry does not suit the occasion.
Ke Rongfei's habit of writing poems is full of nonsense, which is already well-known in Kyoto. Therefore, the three great scholars just murmured in their hearts and didn't think much about it. Instead, they devoted all their energy to the last two chapters. Sentence.
Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
This... this... a saying that will last through the ages... a line that will last through the ages!
Huang Liangyi twirled his beard with his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked intoxicated with admiration. At the same time, he secretly commented on whether this poem was better than Ailian.
Liu Chuanfang's lips were grinning almost to the base of his ears, and his face was as flushed as if he was drunk. He stepped forward and held Rong Fei's arms, and kept saying that we hate seeing each other so late, we hate seeing each other so late.
However, Fang Datong and Gao Bin had red eyes and ferocious faces.
That day when Wuxie was in the house, Rongfei wrote a poem and an article before his pen fell into the storm.
Ailian said that she gave Huang Liangyi as a gift, and the chrysanthemum poems as gifts to Han Zimo. On the contrary, Fang Datong and Gao Bin, who were both examiners that day, did not get a single poem.
If they were ordinary poems, that would be fine, but Rong Fei's works were all handed down from generation to generation.
When poems are passed down from generation to generation, the person to whom they are gifted will naturally become famous throughout the ages.
Isn’t it just a name that scholars spend their whole lives seeking?
Now Liu Chuanfang, who had just met Rong Fei, both got a poem, but both of them were still empty-handed, so they couldn't help but have their thoughts moved.
But after all, the two of them didn't have Liu Chuanfang's shamelessness. After struggling for a long time, they still didn't have the nerve to ask for it.
This damn scholar’s face!
For things like scenery, it is most satisfying if only one person has it. If it is shared by others, it will not be satisfactory.
Liu Chuanfang, who was experienced in officialdom, could tell Gao and Fang's thoughts at a glance, and without giving them any chance, after saying hello to Rong Fei, he took Huang Liangyi and the other three aside to express their sorrow of separation.
It's just that there is no hint of sadness in the corner of the mouth that is almost reaching the ears.
Liu Yingrong took advantage of the opportunity and pulled Rong Fei's arm to the side, her pretty eyes widened and she asked fiercely.
"Why did you reject Le Yao's friendship?"
After Liu Yingrong learned about the incident from her father Liu Chuanfang yesterday, she didn't sleep well all night.
On the one hand, he was angry at Rong Fei for being unreasonable, and on the other hand, he was confused about why Rong Fei did not know how to refuse such a good thing, which was the best of both worlds.
"Actually... Mr. Liu hasn't seen it yet?"
Rong Fei's eyes suddenly became affectionate.
"What do you see?"
Liu Yingrong said doubtfully.
"I have always been interested in you, Mr. Liu, and you are the one I want to marry, not Zhu Leyao."
"What!"
Liu Yingrong was so frightened that she took a few steps back, with a look of shock on her face.
"Now that I have expressed my feelings, can Mr. Liu condescend to marry me?"
"You...you...are you kidding? You...I...we can't be together. And you are not my type. I...I don't like men."
Faced with Rong Fei's affectionate confession, Liu Yingrong quickly took two steps back and refused incoherently.
"I am sincere to Mr. Liu."
"Whether you are sincere or not is none of your business, and it has nothing to do with me. Rong Fei, I warn you, never mention this matter again, otherwise... otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
"Hey, what Mr. Liu said is what I think."
Rong Fei's eyes suddenly changed, and he spread his hands with a bad smile on his lips.
"you you…"
Liu Yingrong, who realized that she had been tricked, pointed at Rong Fei, but was speechless.
"But Mr. Liu, you can rest assured that my promise is still valid. When you return to Kyoto, the door of Jixian Division will be open for you at any time."
Rong Fei smiled and bowed his hands to Liu Yingrong, then said goodbye to Liu Chuanfang, Huang Liangyi and others, and then embarked on the road to the north.
After the three of them walked for several miles, Murong Canghai took out three magical talismans from the storage jade ring, pasted one on his chest, and handed the other two to Rong Fei and Bai Zizai.
The divine walking talisman can make a person as light as a swallow, fly like a flying bird, and can travel eight hundred times at night and a thousand times a day.
Bai Zizai took the magic talisman and was about to put it on, but Rong Fei said nothing.
"Brothers, wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he put on the magical talisman and ran away without a trace.
In the secret room on the ground floor of the Jingyuan Marquis Mansion on the outskirts of Kyoto, Chang Huaien was neatly dressed and looked quite relaxed and happy.
Today, my father will lead his army south to suppress the bandits, and it is also the day Rong Fei leaves Beijing.
The Sangmen Star is gone, and he can finally see the light of day again.
Picking up the human skin mask on the table, Chang Huai'en sighed and covered his face even though he was unhappy.
The only drawback is that it cannot show its true colors to others.
Chang Huaien, who committed a heinous crime and kidnapped the people of Kyoto and used them as prostitutes, is dead.
He is now the adopted stepson of Marquis Jingyuan from a distant relative.
A stepson is just a stepson, it's just a false name.
After putting on the human skin mask, Chang Huaien picked up the bronze mirror on the table and checked whether there was any loose fitting.
"who!"
A black shadow flashed past in the bronze mirror. Chang Huaien was so startled that goosebumps appeared on his body. He shouted loudly and threw the bronze mirror behind him with his backhand.
Snap!
The bronze mirror smashed into pieces on the hard stone wall, followed by a warm blood arrow that dyed the broken mirror blood red.
Chang Huaien, who turned around, covered his bleeding throat with his right hand. His eyes were filled with fear, and he stared in disbelief at Rong Fei, who appeared from nowhere not far in front of him.
"you you…"
"rest in peace!"
Rong Fei looked at Chang Huaien with disgust and explained.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not letting you rest in peace. Bastards and scum like you are destined to end up in the pot. I'm saying let those innocent souls who appeared in my dreams rest in peace. I avenged them, so stop pestering me."
After that, he shook off the blood stains on the horizontal knife, turned it back into a wish-fulfilling ball and put it away, activated the earth talisman and left the secret room.
Plop!
Chang Huaien fell to the ground, his breathing stopped and his body became cold.
With the help of the divine talisman and the earth talisman, Rong Fei really came back as soon as he left.
It took less than half a cup of tea from leaving to returning.
"You went to kill someone?"
Bai Zizai asked, twitching his nose.
"Um."
"Who is so unlucky?"
"Old acquaintance, Chang Huaien."
"Who? Chang Huaien? Isn't he already dead? Did you whip the corpse? Or crush the bones and spread the ashes?"
Not only Bai Zizai, but also the calm Murong Canghai had a look of surprise on his face.
Is this guy Rong Fei playing... so perverted!
Some people died, but not completely...
