Before the beginning of winter, there was already a heavy snowfall, which covered this graceful woman in Tai'an City with a white fox fur.
In the past half a decade, the capital city was full of sensations, all kinds of awards and promotions were not mentioned, and the nobles of Beiliang had the audacity to destroy the imperial way, and the impeachment memorials of officials flew like snow in the sky. The real people in the Taoist temple in the city said that Xu Fengnian would not be pleased by the gods who raised their heads three feet by relying on the power of ghosts and monsters. The words are convincing, so that the people in the city and the cottage who are busy with the custom of mending winter to thank God are convinced. In addition, there was a grand event that caused a stir in the capital. Lu Baijie, the servant of the Ministry of War, was fighting swords with a foreign ranger who had lost three battles and three times. The emperor personally allowed Lu Aiqing to take a day off. Just at the beginning of the snowfall, Lu Shilang, dressed in cold Confucian attire, floated up with a sword and a domineering show. It is worthy of the saying that a sword is full of immortality. Days were also overwhelmed by Lu Baijie's elegant demeanor who hadn't brought out his sword yet, and then the sloppy swordsman came on stage, and finally changed into a less sloppy glamorous outfit. This guy first defeated the female sword attendant of the Wu family's sword mound, and then defeated Qi Jiajie, the master of swordsmanship in the capital. , lost three times to Dongyue Jianchi Baijiang Mountain, and already has a reputation that is unbearable. Strange to say, this guy is not pleasing to the eye, especially not favored by women, but after losing three games in a row, he is in the bottom of the market. It is extremely popular, and even many soldiers and soldiers look at it highly.
When Wen Busheng slowly stepped onto the stage, some of the onlookers who were full of spirit shouted loudly that Wen Busheng should win this time, and the down-and-out swordsman surnamed Wen cursed back on the spot, fuck you! The spectators were of all kinds, no matter how young or old the women were, most of them frowned and disliked, but the rough old masters cheered loudly and waved their flags for him. This time for the sword competition, the Yingying Terrace is a good place to enjoy the snow and the scenery. In addition, Lu Baijie has a prominent official status, and there are even rumors that several princes will come to the Yingying Terrace quietly in modest clothes, and there are even more sensual and double-armored beauties Li Baishi came in person with great fanfare, so compared to the previous three contests, there was a lot of people talking, but everyone knew that they were all curiously looking forward to the appearance of the prince of Beiliang who wore a sword. The younger brother of the vassal prince only had a fight with the Guozijian, how can it be enjoyable enough for Shengdou Xiaomin, just thinking that this time the riot will be held in Yingtai, and he will be entangled by the children of the officials and eunuchs in the capital.
Before the sword competition, Xu Fengnian had already walked out of the Xiamawei post house, and was about to take a car to Yinying Terrace to join in the fun, but he saw a very poor old Confucian scholar squatting under the dragon's claw pagoda tree, feeling uneasy. Xu Fengnian couldn't help laughing, hesitated for a while, returned to the backyard of the post house, and asked Qingniao to warm a pot of rice wine. Xu Fengnian never forgets. He remembers who is the old scholar waiting outside the posthouse. When he left Huishan boat to the riverside, it happened that his second sister Xu Weixiong brought Longsha to Shangyin Academy from Mount Difei, where the mountain had been closed for 500 years. This Southern Tang survivor named Liu Wenbao received a miscellaneous but unrefined comment from Xu Weixiong. When he introduced himself, he kept talking about Zhang Julu, Zhao Youling, Wang Xionggui, Yuan Guo, Hanlin and other dignitaries and officials of the dynasty. Xi's old scholar's words were not surprising, and he kept shutting him out. He didn't expect that this old man would run to the capital to block him after returning to his hometown. The importance of fame and fortune is evident.
Near noon, Zhuoyi Tong Ziliang and his youngest daughter walked into the courtyard with a few large mahogany food boxes when they were young. Jiang Laoya and Xu Fengnian changed into casual clothes and sat under the eaves to enjoy the snow. Seeing the father and daughter bringing lunch, they went to help the panting and handsome woman get a slightly hot food box. Tong Ziliang also borrowed expensive food boxes that were almost made of imperial wood, and he had to match his status as the son of Beiliang to be at ease. After handing over the food box with a blushing face, the graceful woman who didn't look like Tong Ziliang's tall and thick, twisted her hands behind her back, slightly wiping away the burning sensation on her fingertips. Ever since His Royal Highness knew her name, he always made fun of Xiao Nian, which made her always feel ashamed. The blue bird has moved out of the tables and stools and put them under the eaves. Xu Fengnian smiled and greeted Tong Ziliang to have dinner with Tong Ziliang. Tong Ziliang dared not to dodge, but he was still no match for the insistence of His Royal Highness, so he had to go beyond the rules and sit down with his daughter. On a bench, Xu Fengnian, Qingniao, Xuanyuan and Qingfeng sat on each side, lifted the lid of the food box, and it was steaming. Tong Ziliang picked up the chopsticks and reported in a low voice: "Your Highness, there is an old Confucian scholar outside the post house guarding under the tree."
"Come on, Xiaonian, I'm a guest, your master will taste it first."
Xu Fengnian took chopsticks and tore open the stewed duck, which smelled of ginger but not concealed the smell of meat. He picked up a piece and put it in the young woman's bowl. mind."
Tong Ziliang nodded, and saw that the daughter next to her was timid and blushing and did not dare to move the chopsticks, and she also smiled a little. The reason why she often brought her to this courtyard was no scheming, she just wanted to let her children know more about the eldest son of the general Strange to say, the older brothers and sisters who came to the yard once in childhood were afraid or unwilling to come. This made Tong Ziliang angry and dropped the dishes when they got home. Besides, when I was young, my father could be obedient just by glancing at him. Since the youngest daughter is not afraid, Tong Ziliang is too happy to be happy, so he is naturally happy to match the opportunity. As for the daughter's love for the first love, Tong Ziliang is a rough person, even if he sees it. In my heart, I don't know how to explain it, I just think that His Highness will not live in Xiamawei for a long time, and as he grows older, it will be like the heavy snow in the courtyard, it will melt away by itself without cleaning.
After a sumptuous lunch, Tong Ziliang got up and left, telling his daughter to slowly clean up the dishes. Xu Fengnian watched the old Huai in the courtyard quickly spread a layer of snow mats, turned to the blue bird and said, "Take a bag of money and throw it outside the courtyard." Liu Wenbao, don’t say anything.”
Qingniao nodded, went back to the house, filled a small bag of broken silver, and left the hospital gently. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the food left on the table, and asked, "A meal of grace is less polite than a bag of silver. Are you just buying people's hearts like this? Isn't it a bit clumsy?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head with a smile and said: "The rich man's raising a scholar is like a romantic celebrity training a young maidservant, or boiling an eagle to tame a horse. It's exactly the same. You have to wear off your arrogance first, but you can't also wear off your bones. I can't treat anyone They all open their doors, and they must first know how much arrogance and backbone these guys who work hard for prosperity and wealth have. Then if Liu Wenbao left in anger after dropping the money, he would not forget to scold me for being ignorant before leaving, that would be This kind of pedantic scholar deserves that he will not be able to stand out in his life. But if he accepts the money, bows his knees, begs the blue bird to see me, and tells me how much he has learned, I really don’t care. Liang doesn’t need people who sing praises with beautiful articles. In that barren land, life is not long with rigid books, and cunning scholars are of no benefit to Beiliang. Let’s take a bet to see what kind of behavior this Liu Wenbao is? A small bet, happy, one hundred How about two gold?"
After hearing the hundred taels of gold, the childhood child who pricked up his ears opened his mouth wide, too surprised to speak.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and said, "Okay, I bet this old rotten man won't accept the 'cheap food' at all, ignore it, and continue to wait in the snow."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "Then I bet he will take the money and continue to wait for my change of heart."
Qingniao returned quickly, and said softly: "Liu Wenbao accepted the money, and said that he would go back to fill his stomach and buy a warm sable fur, and then wait for the young master. Yes, he just saved a fortune."
Childhood covered his mouth and smiled.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng tutted his tongue and said: "This old man is ashamed as he is, and like you will flock together, and we will probably have a good conversation in the future."
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "Even if we don't lose or win. Let's make another bet next time? Add another hundred taels to the bet, and just bet that Liu Wenbao can wait for a few days? Of course, the premise is that I ignore him before that."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said flatly: "Then I have to know that you will stay in the capital for a few days."
Without waiting for Xu Fengnian to answer, she said with confidence: "I bet the old man will stay in Beijing for a few days, and he will wait for a few days."
Xu Fengnian stood up, stretched out his palm to catch Qinliang Xuehua, "I hope I lose. If two hundred taels of gold is exchanged for a real scholar, Beiliang will not lose."
Standing under the eaves, Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand to catch the snow, and unconsciously took a handful of snow.
The woman who was also "Xiao Nian" stared at him intently, dazed in a daze, and when he turned around and asked her, she still didn't know.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng chose a rattan chair to lie on, staggered, and watched the snow with his forehead.
Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and waved in front of the gentle woman, with a warm look on her face, she finally regained consciousness, she was so ashamed that she wanted to dive into the snowdrift, Xu Fengnian knew that she was thin-skinned, and she was completely different from the one lying on the couch next to her, repeat Repeatedly: "I heard that you are learning the piano, can you lend it to me once?"
She bit her lip, nodded and said, "I'll help you get the piano right now."
Xu Fengnian smiled warmly and said, "It's okay to walk slowly."
Although the woman nodded her head vigorously, she still turned around and ran away, obviously taking it as wind in her ears and snow in her temples.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, and slowly spit out two words, "Infatuated."
The woman ran hurriedly holding the qin, her fingers were still trembling when she took off the wrapping cloth, Xu Fengnian thanked her, took the new qin which was not very valuable, wiped the sleeves, and the twelve flying swords hovered to make the qin stand.
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes, hung his arms in the air, and was not in a hurry to play the piano.
There are millions of households in Beiliang, how many of them are covered with dry bones
Try to hear who is beating the beauty drum, try to see who is the human slaughter in the world.
The sky is full of stars, who sleeps
When Xu Fengnian lowered his head, his eyes were flushed, and his lips trembled unknowingly.
One hand struck the strings suddenly.
knock!
A brilliant spiritual song of Beiliang Town.
The sound of the piano in the snow bursts, like the hooves of the horses of the Beiliang cavalry like thunder.
An old Confucian scholar was squatting under the dragon's claw at the Mawei Posthouse. He bought an old sable fur from a pawn shop with money, and was stuffing meat buns into his mouth. Hearing the sound of the piano, he slowly stopped gobbling, Leaning against the cold old locust tree, closing eyes, said softly: "It would be nice to have a pot of green ants."