The sound of exclamation instantly sounded in Zuixiang Pavilion.
"What a 'Cannon Town Huaicheng Tower', it's really majestic. No wonder it was rated as the top performer tonight by Xie Daru."
"Hiss, why do I feel that although this 'Pao Town Huaicheng Tower' is good and can be regarded as absolute, it is not as good as the artistic conception of 'Smoke Locked Pond Willow' and is more suitable for 'Peach Burning Jinjiang Embankment'?"
"Yes, I think so too. Xie Daru must have made a mistake."
"That's right. Look at the calligraphy on the stage. It's so well written!"
"The calligraphy is really good, I understand. This is definitely coupled with the calligraphy that can be called a master of calligraphy. That's why Xie Daru rated it as the top one tonight!"
"Zhang Xiuran, Mr. Zhang is really humble. I didn't expect him to have such amazing calligraphy skills."
"The bombardment of Huai City Tower is such a loud tone. Is this meant to scare the many talented people in Huaiyang?"
...
I saw that the 'Smoke Lock Pond Willow' in the center of the stage had been removed and replaced by a foot-long note.
Even though they were far apart, Shan Dan could clearly see the five square words on it, and his elegant and handsome face suddenly turned pale.
The words "Slim Body and Strong Bones" that were engraved in his heart at a glance were like five sharp knives, piercing his heart.
There was panic in his Danfeng eyes, and he subconsciously looked away and lowered his head. He even reached out to touch his abdomen, and then clenched his fists.
Exposed.
Xie Daru found out about his stealing of other people's pairs...
There was shame, annoyance, and regret in his eyes.
It was self-defeating. If he had used his own pair, it would have been a good pair anyway.
But jealousy blinded him.
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice!
Unfortunately, it's too late!
This scene was clearly seen by Xie Qian, the bookboy standing aside, and he understood what was going on. He left a look of disdain and went back to the second floor to report to Xie Qian.
After listening to the scholar's retelling, Xie Qian sighed and shook his head, regretting:
“You know people, you know faces, but you don’t know hearts.”
"I heard earlier that Zhang Xiuran was a dandy, but I didn't expect that he is actually a refined and magnanimous gentleman."
"But the reputation of the four great talents in Shan Dan is all over Huaiyang, but they have evil intentions."
"Go and ask Mr. Zhang what the names of the calligraphers are. I will pay you a visit another day."
"Yes, Mr. Xie!" The book boy cupped his hands and left quickly.
...
In front of the window of the private room on the third floor, Zhang Xiuran hugged Mei Ji and admired Shan Dan's reaction for a while.
Then she asked Mei Ji to open the curtains, poke her head out and joked:
"Young Master Shan, accept the concession, accept the concession!"
Shan Dan raised his head suddenly and met Zhang Xiuran's sarcastic eyes.
This look was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
Shan Dan's face turned pale and he lowered his head with guilt.
He still guessed that the other party was the owner of the original post he picked up.
Suddenly, jealousy and anger appeared in Shan Dan's eyes.
How could a dandy be able to master such absolute skills and have such a unique style of calligraphy?
He looked at Zhang Xiuran with hatred, took a deep breath at last, forced out a smile, and said with cupped hands:
"Master Zhang, congratulations on coming out on top!"
"Hahahaha, even though Mr. Shan didn't win the first place, he is definitely the same! Same joy, same joy!"
Zhang Xiuran's unbridled ridicule made Shan Dan's heart bleed.
At this time, Shan Dan remembered the resentment that flashed in his eyes when the Turtle Man left with wounds all over his body...
In Pinglefang, diners are constantly picking up noodles in front of the stall.
After finishing his work for a while, Ye Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned against the wall and let out a long breath, looking at the stars in the sky uneasily.
"Qing Xiaolang, take a rest and eat some oranges. These oranges are very sweet."
An old man from a nearby fruit stall came over with a noodle bowl and gave Ye Qing four bright yellow oranges.
"Thank you Sun Weng."
Ye Qing took the orange with both hands, peeled it off without any politeness, and ate it.
The sweet and sour filling juice made his tired heart relax a little.
Boom! Boom!
"safe and sound!"
Listening to the watchman's shouts, Ye Qing murmured:
"It's already midnight. That's it for tonight!"
Ye Qing, who had no intention of continuing his business, lowered his head and started to clean up the stall.
Just as he was about to put out the fire.
A heroic figure appeared in front of the noodle stall.
"Stall owner, a bowl of noodles, no coriander, no chopped green onion, add a poached egg, and get two cloves of raw garlic."
A clear yet sonorous voice sounded in Ye Qing's ears with a hint of exhaustion.
At the same time four cents were placed on the burden.
Ye Qing showed an apologetic smile and said softly:
"Sir, I'm sorry, we ran out of noodles tonight."
A handsome face as gentle as water appeared in the woman's eyes, causing a trace of surprise to appear in her water-cut eyes.
For just a moment, the cold-faced woman, who was wearing a fiery red cloak and a ponytail, and looked heroic, frowned, dissatisfaction appeared in her eyes, and she was about to speak.
The bearded uncle selling preserved fruits on the side quickly advised:
"Qingxiao Lang, please make a bowl of noodles for this girl. It's cold at night and she's frail."
Ye Qing looked at the bearded uncle in surprise, and when he met the worried look in his eyes, he immediately nodded and said:
"Okay, but the girl has to wait for a while. It will take some time to make the dough."
The woman nodded, thanked the bearded uncle, lifted up her cloak, and sat in front of the noodle stall.
And Ye Qing also saw a long sword hanging on the wasp's waist at the moment when the flames were flying.
He frowned slightly, suddenly understanding, and the movements of his hands did not stop.
Half a moment later, a bowl of hot noodle soup with full color, flavor and flavor was placed in front of the cold noodle woman.
"Sir, here are the two cloves of raw garlic you asked for. The noodles have just come out of the pot. Please be careful to scald them."
At the same time, Ye Qing handed over the raw garlic with a strange look in his eyes.
Holding a sword and eating raw garlic outside, she is really a unique woman...
The woman took out a pair of silver tourmaline chopsticks from her arms, wiped them with a silk handkerchief, and then inserted them diagonally into the hot soup noodles.
After doing all this, the cold-faced woman did not move her chopsticks and asked coldly:
"Have you heard about a dandy named Zhang Xiuran who came from Yuyang, Kyoto?"
Ye Qing looked at the chopsticks with a more careful look on his face: "Miss, can you be more specific?"
The cold-faced woman glanced at the unchanged silver chopsticks, picked up the chopsticks, picked out a chewy noodle, watched the cool soup slide down the noodles, and spoke again:
"Proud and extravagant, spend money like water, arrogant and domineering."
After a pause, the cold-faced woman added: "He is handsome."
With this description, Ye Qing instantly thought of Mr. Zhang whom he had provoked tonight.
Except for the unknown appearance and origin, the rest are completely consistent.
However, it is better to do less than to do more.
He said apologetically: "I'm sorry, girl, I'm just a noodle soup seller. I have no impression of the young man you mentioned."
Then, Ye Qing pointed to the left and said, "The most famous flower houses in Pinglefang are over there. You can go over there and ask."
The cold-faced woman glanced at Ye Qing and nodded slightly.
Suck yo yo~
The loud sound of eating noodles rang out.
