Fish swimming around the world

He suddenly wanted to tell a story, and Nie Xiaoli didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Fan started to tell the story: "A long time ago, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen..."

Mr. Jiang's storytelling was impeccable, and the story was full of ups and downs. When he finished, he found that Nie Xiaoli was in tears.

Young Master Jiang was busy talking just now, and he was a little flustered when he saw this scene: "Xiaoli, it's just a story, why are you crying... We can't cry when listening to stories and worry about the ancients..."

Nie Xiaoli wiped the corner of her eyes: "...Xiaoqian is so pitiful."

Jiang Fan smiled: "She is still very content, after all, there is still a Ning Caichen in this world."

Nie Xiaoli was silent for a long time: "If there is such a Young Master Ning, Xiaoli will also be content."

"Yes, yes, Xiaoli is so beautiful and so gentle, sooner or later there will be a love-struck Young Master Ning."

"Will it?"

"Of course, I promise this..."

Go, I promise a bird, how can I promise such a thing.

Young Master Jiang couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment.

Instead, Nie Xiaoli laughed.

This young master is really interesting, and he can even tell stories to servants.

She tilted her head and thought for a while: "Sir, was Nie Xiaoqian named after Xiaoli?"

"Haha... coincidence."

Nie Xiaoli pouted her lips: "Are you deliberately making Xiaoli a tragedy?"

"Uh..." Damn it, the woman's disease broke out. I just happened to think of this story from her name.

"No, no, didn't you see that it was said at the end that she was waiting for her reincarnation? That means you have to wait patiently, and lovers will eventually get married..."

Mr. Jiang had to force it.

Nie Xiaoli was obviously dissatisfied, with a thick mist in her eyes, which made Mr. Jiang feel sympathetic.

Quickly said: "Actually, there is a song in this story, which is very nice. I will sing it for you."

Nie Xiaoli was still feeling soft and tangled, and suddenly heard that the master wanted to sing a song for her. She was a little confused at the time. Isn't it the slave's job to sing for the master?

But before she could say she didn't dare to do anything, Mr. Jiang hummed it.

"The road of life is like a long dream, the road is covered with wind and frost, the road is dry, how many directions does the dream have in the world, looking for the dream in the heart of love, the road is vast..."

The minor tune is very strange, but inexplicably beautiful, and the lyrics are even more tortuous and melodious, expressing the feeling of young people pursuing dreams on the road of the world, and experiencing many hardships and hardships in the world, but there is always a sense of happiness lingering in it, which makes people indulge in it unconsciously.

As Jiang Fan sang, it seemed that many light and film clips slowly appeared in front of his eyes, and finally, the young man wandering in the middle turned into his own appearance...

This thing is fatal to Nie Xiaoli, who loves singing. He laughed while listening, and cried while laughing.

Later, Mr. Jiang was in a panic, and he finally managed to turn the situation around by discussing the professional and technical aspects of whether this poem is suitable for zither and flute to be used as music.

After comforting the sentimental sister, Master Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Hurry up and pack up. We should set off to visit that old Master Yan...

There is a city called Qucheng thirty miles away from Moling City. It is a small city, but it is world-famous. It is probably because this place is the hometown of old Master Yan, and it is known as the Holy City of Wenqu.

There is a low mountain in the center of Qucheng, known as Wenqiu. The top of Wenqiu is wide and flat, and a huge mansion is built on it, which is the Wensheng Mansion.

It is the mansion of the only contemporary Wensheng, Master Yan.

Wenqiu is the holy place of literature in the world. There is an endless stream of literati and poets all day long. Everyone who comes here is very humble, like a pilgrimage.

But today, there is an exception.

A huge luxury carriage produced by the Nangong family arrived unusually ostentatiously, and went straight through the jade archway inscribed by the Great Zhou Taizu to represent the glory of the Wensheng. It did not stop like other people, tidy up its clothes, and bow three times before entering.

"Who is this person? How rude! "

A scholar was furious when he saw this.

"Yes, this is the Wenshengfang built by Emperor Taizu of Zhou. All the scholars in the world respect it very much. This man has no respect at all. How annoying!"

"We should go and question him..."

As he was talking, the carriage had arrived in front of the Wensheng Mansion. A beautiful woman in yellow clothes slowly got off the carriage and handed a visiting card to the doorman.

"Qin, King Xiaoyao pays a visit to Master Yan. "

Many scholars who had just gathered around stopped in their tracks.

It turned out to be this person?

This is really impossible to stop.

Although this place is a holy place for literature, he is the king of another country after all. Even if he is disrespectful, he can't say anything.

But King Xiaoyao came to Jin State in the name of visiting the wise, but he did not visit Master Yan right away. Instead, he was with beautiful women and had a good time for many days.

In any case, this behavior is too disrespectful to the literary saint. It is too much.

Now seeing that the saint did not get off the car, Not bowing means he doesn't care.

Naturally, this aroused the anger of many people, after all, they felt insulted.

Although you are the King of Freedom, this is a matter in the literary world, what's wrong with pretending?

Many literati whispered to each other for a while, looking unhappy.

In the Wensheng Mansion, an old man holding a visiting card also looked annoyed. He said to an old man with white hair and a childlike face sitting cross-legged on the cushion at the top: "Master, this person is really unreasonable. He has been drinking and having fun until today, which is really disrespectful."

There were eighteen literati sitting on both sides of the hall, who were the eighteen disciples of Master Yan. They were also very unhappy when they heard that the King of Freedom was coming.

"Master, it would have been fine if this person didn't say he came to visit you in the first place, but from the very beginning he did so under the guise of visiting a worthy person, but he spent many days having fun before visiting you. This is really crazy."

"Yes, Master is a saint in the literary world, how can you be so disrespectful? It's okay if you don't see this person!"

The white-haired old man slowly put down the bamboo slip in his hand and said slowly: "The sage said, if people don't respect me, it's because I have no talent; if I don't tolerate others, it's because I am immeasurable. Why do you, when you read the books of sages, feel uneasy and feel uneasy in your belly?"

One of the disciples said: "Master, I am a great virtue, I am so impressed."

The eyes of the old man holding the name card moved a few times, but he said: "There are many masters, but we in the literary world should respect the master of heaven and earth. This person is not only disrespectful to you, but also disrespectful to etiquette."

The white-haired old man smiled calmly: "Courtesy to people is like wine. What's the meaning? It's not the original meaning of the word, but to teach us to treat others with courtesy in order to educate others. Dear brother Congwen, please Mr. Jiang, come in."

That old man was none other than Yan Congwen, the younger brother of Master Yan.

After hearing this, I had no choice but to say: "I will follow the Master's teachings."

After a while, everyone saw a young man strolling up the steps and entering the palace in a carefree manner.

Although they were dissatisfied with his lack of etiquette, everyone could not help but secretly praise him, what a handsome young man.

The young man in front of him has beautiful features, fluttering white clothes, long hair, and a white hairband hanging on both shoulders. He is holding a bamboo object that is more than a foot long in his hand. He looks so free and easy.

This is the seventeen-year-old young king who is famous all over the world, and is called the Poet Immortal Saint, Jiang Fan, Jiang Yulang.

"Junior Jiang Fan, pay your respects to the old master."

The young man smiled and bowed his hands slightly.

Master Yan looked at the young man in front of him with a smile: "Young man is carefree, untainted by the vulgar world, and not tainted by the world. Mr. Jiang is indeed very charming."

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Master, please don't be surprised if Jiang Fan doesn't know etiquette."

Yan Fuzi brushed his beard and said: "Ritual is based on the heart and manifested in the behavior. There is no rigidity in the heart, and the behavior is free and easy. There is no need to care too much."

Jiang Fan said: "Master Haidu, I have learned from you."

Master Yan said, "Young Master Jiang has come a long way. Please take a seat and rest. After I finish this lesson, how about we discuss it in detail with you?"

Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "I'm glad that I heard Master preach. I'm so lucky to have Master invite me."

Master Yan's lesson was about how to govern a country, and he talked for an entire hour. Jiang Fan was not impatient at all, but listened attentively. He gained a lot of insights during the lecture, and he couldn't help but secretly praise this literary saint for being well-deserved.

It wasn't until the last person's question was answered that Master Yan made a final statement and ended the lecture.

The eighteen disciples thanked him one by one, but did not leave. It was probably because the master had said that when the poets and poets came to visit, they should also be allowed to see his grace.

Of course the eighteen disciples were happy. Even if they were dissatisfied with Jiang Fan's actions, his literary talent was truly outstanding. Who doesn't have "Collection of Mortals" in their hands? Who has not read "Three Kingdoms"?

Naturally, no one wanted to give up this rare opportunity.