Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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There is a small stream south of Ningbo Fucheng, with trees on both sides of the stream.

Sitting by the creek and listening to the gurgling water, if you have another glass of wine, it is a happy life.

Early in the morning, when the sun was shining on the stream, some servants came here one after another.

They cleared a clearing by the river, then lifted the cut trees away, and covered the stumps on the ground with green grass, so that there would be no sense of abruptness.

After a while, scholars came one after another, and the river suddenly became lively.

These people have underachievers, and some have white hair and beard, but they all have one thing in common-reserved.

By the river, I only saw everyone greet each other, so they sent a glass of wine.

When Mu Yan arrived, he saw this lively scene. He smiled and speeded up his pace. He greeted people all the way, walked to the undertaker Qian Wen, and said, "Brother Yandao has worked hard."

Qian Wen is in a good family background and enthusiastic. He folded his hands and smiled: "It's just to get some food and drink. The subordinates are idle and not to be concerned. Muyan, when you are admitted to the Juren, the respected father will take the words for you. Right?"

Mu Yan said straightforwardly: "My father said that my little brother is too detached to pick up characters."

Qian Wen smiled and said: "It's not easy to get, hahahaha!"

Mu Yan then merged into those circles and greeted people everywhere, appearing extraordinarily energetic.

"It's nice to be young!"

Qian Wen, who was in his twenties, watched Muyan enviously, and immediately ordered his servants to set up a table and drink food.

After the two maids who recorded the poems were in place, the poem meeting officially began.

As a result, the poems were filled with poems, and everyone was slightly drunk. When the sun was in the sky, the few with poor drinking capacity were already wandering.

"It's so lively!"

Just when everyone was reciting poems and composing the right words, a few people walked out of the woods, and the first one gave a compliment.

Qian Wen frowned and looked at the visitor, then came over and asked, "Dare to ask where is the distinguished guest?"

He placed his hands outside the woods, and logically no one could come in.

But the person in front of him looked calm, and the two men behind him showed no signs of moving their hands, which made Qian Wen a little confused.

There was a slightly drunken scholar by the creek who had just made a poem and won a great applause. He was proud that he saw a stranger coming in and shouted, "Brother Yandao, get them off!"

Qian Wen had already married, but he was not flabbergasted. He saw that the visitor had an entourage although Tsing Yi was simple, and he asked, "Dare to ask my dear friend Gao's name."

The person who came with a folding fan in his hand banged his palm at random, and walked forward.

"I am awake."

The visitors kept under their feet, walked to the front of the crowd, smiled and asked, "Who wanted Fang to roll just now?"

"Fang Xing..."

The scholars present looked at each other, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's Xinghe Bo!"

The stream was silent for an instant, and the scholar who was clamoring just now turned pale. His legs were trembling, and he blinked his eyes and said: "Student...student...no one who doesn't know is not guilty..."

Several tables were placed by the creek, with wine and food placed on them. The smoke is faint in the distance, it is the servant who is heating the food at any time to deliver it.

Fang Xing glanced at the man, walked to the table and took a glass of wine. After pouring it, he toasted: "I heard that you guys will come here today without asking...be a villain, you guys. Fang wanted to hear about the masterpieces of the young handsome man from Ningbo House."

Seeing that Fang Xing didn't pursue it, the scholar couldn't help his legs softening, and quickly grabbed the shoulders of the people around him.

"He is Fang... Xing He Bo?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

"Who dares to pretend? That's death!"

"It's okay to pretend to be a petty official, he is a fierce man? Only a fool."

Uncle Xinghe, who is notoriously famous, was drinking, and even ate a few slices of braised pork, without worrying about being poisoned at all.

Qian Wen hurried over to salute and said, "I have seen Xing He Bo. Today's Poetry will have Xing He Bo, and it is a grand gathering."

Fang Xing nodded slightly and said, "You can compose a poem, and Fang will listen."

Qian Wen responded with a smile on his face, but he was crying secretly in his heart.

With such a great god, who can concentrate on writing poetry!

And this is the pioneer of science, and Confucianism is the enemy.

listen?

I'm afraid I want to hear if anyone dares to praise and criticize the current evils!

When Yan Bingxing was arrested in Jinling last time, the Guozijian students who went to "speak up in justice" were taught a lesson by the ancestral motto of "Students should not talk about political affairs," and the Guozijian then imposed additional punishments.

Not even a chance to speak, it's miserable!

But to Qian Wen's expectation, the scholars were excited.

The sound of chanting poems reverberated by the creek again, the drinks were constantly being consumed, but the atmosphere became more and more high.

Qian Wen was stunned, then he thought about it, and then looked at the expressions of these people, and couldn't help but smile.

Some people wanted to demonstrate and let the casual ‘Confucian rebellion’ who was drinking on the side to see what poetry was.

And the other part has flushed face and twinkling eyes, obviously hoping to get this person's blue eyes.

After all, the prince is in Jinling!

If you are in the eyes of the prince, and your family will try to get a Jinshi again, then congratulations, since then you have embarked on the Qingyun Road.

Mu Yan is full of curiosity when Fang wakes up, and his absurdity makes him extremely courageous.

So when Fang Xing was sipping his diminutive drinks and eating various delicacies, he was a little curious when he saw Mu Yan walking over.

"People here are afraid of me, why aren't you afraid?"

Fang Xing's brows frowned slightly, and he didn't want to preach for science today.

Mu Yan saw that Fang Xing was willing to take care of himself, and said excitedly: "Xing He Bo, the students know that your poem is not gorgeous, but it is very touching. It feels like... like a person against the whole world. , People can't help but boil with blood."

Meeting a fan here made Fang Xing a little confused. He asked, "Which one?"

He had been a thief several times before, but he had forgotten it all.

Probably it means to sing the Great Jiangdong to go to the East of the Great Kwan, the copper pipa, the iron chuoban meaning, Mu Yan poured himself a glass of wine, after a mouthful, chanted:

"If you want to deliver to the canopy, I didn't dare to turn over and met. The broken hat covered the bustling city, and the ship leaked and carried the wine in the middle..."

Mu Yan's voice gradually became louder, the chanting over there stopped, and they all looked over here.

Someone whispered: "That person's poem is shit, it can be made by a three-year-old child, and Mu Yan's sloppy gesture is a bit too ugly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That is, what is it that you don’t dare to deliver to Huagai? Turning over, it's all that man's self-deprecating, what a hypocrisy!"

"Then you go to correct it?"

"I love to go to you, that person is so fierce, if he remembers it, sooner or later the whole family will be unlucky!"

"Then what are you muttering about?"

A scholar frowned and said to the two whispering companions: "This poem wins in the artistic conception. At that time, Xing and Uncle were all enemies. It fits the artistic conception, and it's perfect."

"Hengmei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowed his head willingly as a ox, hid in the small building to form a unified, regardless of winter and summer and spring and autumn!"

The scholar sighed: "Throughout Xing Hebo's deeds over the years, he is aloof and arrogant, but he has made great achievements in the country. This is a courtier who does not belong to the party and the party! It is indeed a cold eye for the thousand men! Admire!"

Fang Xing didn’t know that he still had a fan among the scholars. He saw Mu Yan's face blushing after chanting, and he smiled: "You remember it clearly, but since you are still young, you can’t drink too much. body!"

Mu Yan handed his hands to teach, and then asked: "Xing He Bo, are you here to arrest people in Ningbo? The student knows a few corrupt young officials."

The age with a sense of justice! Fang Xing smiled and said, "No, there are some things to do, but I have to thank you very much. Goodbye."

Mu Yan uttered an ah, unable to hide his disappointment: "Students will definitely go to the capital in the future, and hope to visit you then."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Fangjiazhuang is just outside Beiping City. You are always welcome."

After speaking, Fang Xing arched his hands at the scholars and turned away.

"Is he here to listen to our poetry?"

Fang wakes up, the interest of the scholars has greatly diminished, and Qian Wen is also very witty and asks people to bring the staple food, and greets everyone to take it together.

This is the poetry meeting, poetry writing and picnic party.