Chapter 4468: Walking away
Everyone looked at the unfamiliar scholar in Tsing Yi with different expressions, but most of them were disdainful.
Why?
Because the familiar faces they recognized were all famous people in Tianhai County, such as Mr. Bai and Mr. Hang.
The former is the direct son of the largest squire family in Tianhai County, and the other is the son of the Tianhai County Sheriff...
Where did this young-looking scholar in blue clothes with a moustache come from? He must have been smart after studying for a few years...
Here, as the host, the scholar in purple is not stupid, so he naturally saw that the scholar in green suddenly appeared to save the scholar in white.
But what he said was so pertinent that it was hard for me to refuse in front of everyone.
The scholar in purple pretended to be open-minded and cheerful, and said: "This friend is too polite. The visitor is a guest. The purpose of this poetry club tonight is to invite everyone to come over and cultivate their sentiments. Brother, please feel free to do so. "
The scholar in Tsing Yi nodded and smiled, clasping his hands behind his back, he pondered for a moment and said: "It's not windy on all sides, and it's bitingly cold inside. It's like a 'picture'."
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"Brother Bai, am I right?" he asked the scholar in white with a smile.
Picture...
The scholar in white was suddenly stunned, and a flash of light suddenly flashed across his eyes.
He raised his hand and touched his palm, "Congratulations, you got the answer right. It is indeed a picture with a picture!"
At this time, everyone else on the seat was also trying to figure out the logic behind it. , all nodded in praise.
The scholar in white once again looked at the scholar in green who was diagonally across from him. A stranger came out for no apparent reason and showed kindness to him. What was his plan?
The scholar in white gave a meaningful smile: "Turn back and I'll bring you the wine."
The scholar in green smiled and was about to sit down when he was stopped again by the scholar in purple.
"I never expected that this brother is actually a secret master in guessing riddles. I admire you. I haven't asked my brother for his name yet. Where do you live?" the scholar in purple asked with a smile.
Hearing this, the scholar in Tsing Yi’s smile became a little strange.
"Mr. Hang, your words make me a little embarrassed. You are the host tonight. The invitation letter on my body was written by you. It was you who invited me to come to your poetry club. Why did I come? I got on the boat and actively participated, but you asked me about my family background? This...I can only laugh..."
The words of the scholar in Qingyi made some people in the audience chuckle. Also accompanied by whispers.
The scholar in white just laughed, "Young Master Hang has a lot of things to do every day, and noble people often forget things. It is normal not to remember you, so there is no need to take it seriously!"
The scholar in green shook his hand with a snap. He gently fanned himself with the paper fan inside, smiled slightly, and shook his head slightly.
The scholar in purple's face turned red. He smiled awkwardly and raised his hand towards the scholar in green: "I have a bad memory. I'm ashamed. Brother, please sit down. Let's continue playing. .”
The scholar in Tsing Yi didn't take it too seriously and sat down with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing originally didn't want to be in the limelight, but the scholar in white was her prey. If she wanted to get close to him, she would naturally have to show her kindness.
The riddle he couldn't answer just now was a good opportunity. The opportunity was fleeting and he had to seize it.
So, after sitting down again, the scholar in white across from him frequently looked at us.
Yang Ruoqing also raised the wine cup in front of her and gestured to the scholar in white across from her, taking a sip. The scholar in white also smiled slightly, picked up the wine cup, and the two drank from each other at a distance, as if the entertainment of other people in the elegant room had nothing to do with them.
Outside the corridor of the elegant room, a tall man in a black robe stood there. His eyes fell across the crowd on Yang Ruoqing and the scholar in white who frequently raised glasses with her.
A certain man frowned.
Although he knew that his daughter-in-law came to the banquet tonight to help him investigate the case, seeing this scene, he felt as if there was a cat in his heart, scratching him, and he felt very uncomfortable.
Had he known that his wife would stand out from the crowd like this, he should have put a few more beards on her mouth before going out, preferably a full beard.
There is also a man named Bai, you better be honest, if you dare to take advantage of my wife, I will skin you!
"Master, Mr. Hang has been waiting for you on the third floor for a long time." Ye Yi came quietly and whispered to Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang just came back to his senses.
Before leaving, he glanced at the scholar in white again in the elegant room. By chance, the scholar in white raised his head and met Luo Fengtang's eyes.
A sudden chill ran down the scholar's back, as if an ice knife had been cut against his scalp, sending chills all over his body.
When he came to his senses, the man in black robes outside had already disappeared.
The man in white was stunned on the spot, filled with doubts. He had to quickly pick up the wine and take a sip to calm down his shock.
The drum beat suddenly stopped, and a red flower ball fell into the arms of the scholar in purple.
Everyone smiled and said: "Host, it's your turn, it's your turn to sing a song."
Yang Ruoqing and the scholar in white all looked at the scholar in purple. Only then did I realize that this session was about composing an impromptu poem in front of a portrait of a beautiful woman holding a pipa.
Beat the drum and pass the flowers around. Whoever passes the flowers must do it. This is the rule.
So, the purple-clothed scholar stood up with a smile. He first bowed his hands to everyone, "Then I will make a poem to attract others."
"When Can Yue went out, beauty and tears Ci. Pipa Jin Cuiyu , The oriole's words are on the string. The people beside me are like the moon, and the people in the green windows are like flowers! The red sleeves are full of people, urging me to go home early!"
The scholar in purple finished his poem, feeling immersed in it. It's hard to extricate yourself from it.
Others also shook their heads and followed the poems of the scholar in purple, with different expressions, most of them intoxicated.
The scholar in white smiled lightly and said: "Master Hang is really a lover. These green, thin and plump ones are all beauties. Every line in the words is full of pity for the beauties. It is really poetic and picturesque. In the gentle countryside, life is geometric, happy and wonderful. , but don’t know The world is suffering, the people are sad, the country is rising and falling, hey!”
The scholar in purple had a somewhat proud smile on his face, but he didn’t expect that the scholar in white who was originally praising him changed his tone and turned into criticizing him. Only some romantic stuff.
No matter how good-tempered and wealthy the scholar in purple is, he doesn’t want to endure it any longer.
"Brother Bai, there is no conflict between talking about romance and caring about the world. We are gathered here tonight on a beautiful day. Brother Bai, please give me some thin noodles. Don't always say things that disgrace the scenery. "
The scholar in white snorted coldly, " Again, I came to your romantic gathering to fulfill my filial piety to my father. If you feel that my presence is a disgrace to the scenery, it doesn't matter, I will leave on my own and say goodbye! ”
After the scholar in white clothes finished speaking, he stood up and walked away without being able to stop him.
(End of this chapter)