Not long after, brisk footsteps sounded in the quiet alley.
Jiang Nan, whose body ached and was resting against the wall, wanted to stand up quickly.
But it involved pain, which made him grimace and sit back down again.
Ye Qing's gentle voice said: "Brother Jiang, tell Mr. Zhang to hand over this pair to Xie Daru."
After saying that, Ye Qing didn't wait for Jiang Nan to stand up, then bent down and placed the child on Jiang Nan, then turned and left:
"After tonight, you and I will not contact you again."
"This business is over."
Jiang Nan hurriedly got up, not caring about the pair that could save his life.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he was silent.
He just felt ashamed as he looked at the rare friend who was kind to him, and he felt that the man in gray clothes who was regarded as a friend gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared into the dark alley.
Jiang Nan picked up the pair with trembling hands, pursed her lips tightly, and left in despair.
In the elegant seats on the first floor of Zuixiang Pavilion.
Shan Dan was exchanging glasses with two other Huaiyang talents, chatting and laughing with the toasters from time to time, when he saw the embarrassed figure coming in from the door again.
After seeing Jiang Nan come in, he glanced at the stage as if searching for something. Shan Dan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and finally saw this embarrassed figure disappearing on the third floor.
Shan Dan didn't notice that the two gentlemen who were laughing and drinking in the seats next to the stage also noticed that after Jiang Nan came in, their eyes fell on Shan Dan. With a playful expression, they were Chu Xi and Guan Zi. Zai.
In the private room on the third floor.
The other two young masters had already left, leaving a half-dressed Zhang Xiuran sitting in front of the window curtain, watching the hustle and bustle in the building.
Two beauties, one on the left and one on the right, knelt at his feet and helped him squeeze his legs.
A beautiful girl wearing only tulle sat in Zhang Xiuran's arms, letting her big hands do whatever she wanted, her face full of charm.
"Sir, we are back!"
The attendant in black military uniform opened the door, glanced at Jiang Nan who was as shocked as a quail with his cold eyes, and motioned for him to enter.
Jiang Nan quickly stepped forward. When he saw the scene inside the house, he quickly lowered his head and knelt at the door, holding up two pairs with both hands.
"Mr. Gongzi, this is the compensation given by that person,"
"He said, Master, please give this pair to Xie Daru."
Zhang Xiuran smiled lightly and waved his hand, and the three women immediately retreated.
"bring here!"
Jiang Nan quickly knelt and crawled to his feet.
Zhang Xiuran picked up the pair and looked at it, and saw the thin and muscular 'Yansuo Pondliu'.
"Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy. This time the handwriting is more neat."
Zhang Xiuran couldn't wait to open the second piece of paper.
The five words "Pao Zhen Huaicheng Tower" are still in the upright and pleasing thin characters.
This made the smile on his lips even brighter, and he sighed:
"The strongest gunman in Pinglefang, he deserves the title of the strongest!"
"'Cannons to Suppress Huaicheng Tower' is far more iron-blooded than 'Beacon to Sell Willows in Desert City', and is even more domineering!"
"The two pairs have different opinions, but they are both absolute!"
The next moment, he turned his head and looked at the five big characters "Yangsuo Pondliu" hanging on the stage, and said playfully:
"Good words, good words, and even better strategies!"
"Haha, interesting~"
Then, Zhang Xiuran looked at Jiang Nan with a depressed face, and his heart moved.
"Jiang Nan, is that gunman no longer in contact with you?"
Hearing this, Jiang Nan's body immediately stooped, confirming Zhang Xiuran's suspicion.
This made Zhang Xiuran even more curious about the gunman, and he said:
"Even if this matter has been exposed, let's go on."
"Thank you Mr. Zhang for sparing this little dog's life!"
Jiang Nan, who was left alive, was happy but not excited. He just forced out a flattering smile and withdrew from the private room.
The door is closed.
Zhang Xiuran tapped the silver fan back and forth on the two pairs and whispered:
"A word is worth a thousand dollars, his poetry is unparalleled, his resourcefulness is outstanding, and his actions are neat and straightforward."
"Great talent, great talent."
"I have been in Huaiyang for a year, but I didn't expect to meet such an expert."
He put down his silver fan and said:
"Qi Heng, give these two pairs to Xie Daru for a look, and first hand them over to the 'Cannon Town Huaicheng Tower'."
"Yes, sir!"
The attendant at the door, Qi Heng, entered the room, respectfully picked up the pair, and left quickly.
And Zhang Xiuran took out the previous playful pair from his arms, admiring the pleasing writing style, but frowned and thought deeply:
"If you use such a great talent for your own use..."
In the elegant room named Liubo on the second floor of Zuixiang Pavilion.
The three-foot square area is decorated with small bridges, flowing water, rockeries and strange rocks, making people feel like they are in a villa in Suzhou and Hangzhou. It is very exquisite.
With a peach wood hairpin tied up on her gray temples, she was wearing a milky white gown, with a jade necklace hanging from her waist. She looked at the old and elegant Xie Qian sitting there, holding a single pill, and was filled with admiration.
"The pond is quiet, surrounded by green willows and smoke. What a spring-filled artistic conception. The five elements are in harmony. Smoke locks the pond willows. What a smoke locks the pond willows!"
Xie Qian stroked his gray beard, his face full of joy.
He never expected that even the leader of the Shenqi Poetry Institute, the Imperial College Jijiu, could not stand up to him. Someone would actually stand up to him in Huaiyang City tonight.
Squeak!
There was no clue, but the door was pushed open.
Xie Qian looked over with an unhappy expression.
I saw his book boy holding a piece of paper with an excited face, striding to Xie Qian, and said in a trembling voice:
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang Xiuran. Mr. Zhang has sent an attendant to send you a pair of pairs. Please take a look at them."
Xie Qian frowned slightly and said solemnly: "Zhang Xiuran? That boy from the Zhang family, he actually ran to Huaiyang City? What a pair, let's take a look!"
The boy nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xie, just take a look."
A copybook was placed in front of Xie Qian.
With just one glance, he trembled, put his face against the copybook and scrutinized it, and started to admire it with joy.
"'Cannon Town Huai City Tower', the five elements are in harmony, and the words are iron-blooded and heroic. Does it mean to suppress the talented people in Huaiyang?"
"Although the pair is not as good as 'Yansuo Pond Willow', it is better than 'Fengshuo Mocheng Willow'. It can be rated as excellent, barely absolute."
"Hiss, this character looks thin and strong, and the strokes of the pen are full of agility and aura. It can be said that it is in a school of its own, and the meaning is expressed in the characters."
"Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy, something that everyone in calligraphy can't do!"
"With this word in it, even if the pairing is a bit meaningless, it's still amazing. Okay, okay!"
"The pairing is good, and this word is everyone's handiwork. As expected, Zhang is full of talents. This Xiuran is a great talent!"
"You said it's not one pair? Why is there only one pair? Where's the other pair?"
Xie Qian asked anxiously.
The book boy said with a smile: "The other pair is here. Mr. Zhang pretended to be a pair and said he would bring them out later."
When another folded piece of paper was unfolded and placed in front of Xie Qian.
Xie Qian, who was originally eager, frowned and picked up the copybook to look at it carefully.
The book boy also saw it and couldn't help but said curiously:
"Hey, how come this couple is the same as Mr. Shan's "Smoke Locks the Pond Willow"?"
"Mr. Xie, what does Mr. Zhang mean by this?"
Xie Qian stroked his gray beard, thought deeply, and murmured: "Yes, what does he mean by this?"
The great scholar at Yingchuan Academy was the most intelligent person in the world at that time.
Xie Qian thought for a moment and understood what Zhang Xiuran meant by sending the pair, and sighed:
"What a great Zhang Xiuran. This character was not written by him, nor is 'Yansuo Pondliu' written by him. It may not be Dan Dan's either."
The book boy blinked his eyes and asked in disbelief:
“Mr.
Wow!
Xie Qian's heart moved slightly. He flicked his wide sleeves and his milky white gown trembled. He picked up the 'Smoke Lock Pond Willow' and appreciated it carefully, and said to the book boy:
"Tell them that tonight's top priority is this piece of "Cannon Town Huaicheng Tower" by Xiu Ran, and show the original poster for those people to see."
"Remember, watch Shan Dan's expression carefully and report back."
Shan Dan did not doubt that he was there, and respectfully stepped forward, holding up the original post: "Yes, thank you!"
After a while, gongs and drums sounded.
The boy roared at the top of his lungs:
"Zhang Xiuran, Mr. Zhang, has fired artillery at the Huaicheng Tower and set fire to the Jinjiang embankment. Thanks to the great scholar for his comment, he is the leader tonight!"
"Everyone, please congratulate Mr. Zhang Xiuran!"
A sinister look appeared on Dan Dan's elegant face. He turned his head suddenly and looked at the stage with sharp eyes.
