This autumn rain was really heavy. The dense raindrops were like arrows, knocking the river water into holes and sores. The splashing water mist formed a continuous stream of water curtains. Looking around, the entire river surface was hazy, and there was no way to tell the cattle and horses ten meters away.

A brand new three-story boat was sailing steadily in the wind and rain. The sound of a tingling piano came from the cabin on the third floor and mixed into the torrential rain, as if it was intermittent.

At this moment, in the third floor cabin, sandalwood was wafting. Wang Cuiqiao sat cross-legged with her zither. The lake-green skirt scattered around like a lotus, her hair was freely scattered behind her back, her jade wrist was as bright as frost and snow, and her slender fingers flexibly leaped on the strings, and the pleasant sound of the piano flowed out between her fingers.

Xu Jin stood by the window wearing a light fur, quietly watching the hazy river surface, as if he was in a sculptural state.

Wang Cuiqiao glanced at Xu Jin's back, and suddenly felt something. She turned her jade wrist and changed a song, and opened her red lips and sang:

The boy listened to the rain and singing in the building, and the red candles were faintly tents.

In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat, the river is vast and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now, I heard that the monk’s temples were already covered with stars.

Joy and sorrow are always ruthless, one step ahead, until dawn.”

After singing the song, Wang Cuiqiao gently put down the guqin, walked to Xu Jin with light steps, held his hand and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Xu Jin reached out to wrap his arms around Wang Cuiqiao's soft waist and smiled and said, "I'm just bored and dazed. I'm not as sentimental as the Song Dynasty poet Jiang Jie. I can feel a lot when I listen to the rain. Moreover, my husband is young and poor, so I can only study hard in a long time. Where did the singing halls come from when I was young? The red candles and dull tents can be used. Now I can turn the clouds and rains with Qiaoer every day."

Wang Cuiqiao couldn't help but feel hot and said, "Husband is not serious. The good song "Yu Meiren" was ruined by your messing around. Damn it!"

Xu Jin smiled and said, "Song Ci is either sad about spring and autumn, or lingering, or self-pity, or drunkenness and dreams. I always lack some masculinity and uplifting spirit, which I have never liked!"

Wang Cuiqiao's beautiful eyes, which were as good as talking, turned around and smiled sweetly: "My husband is both civil and military, and he has been in the military, and has never lost his achievements on the battlefield. Looking at the past and present, how many people can match it? As the saying goes, poetry is like a person, and the husband has a big hill and a valley in his heart. All the poems written are grand and heroic, like a big river rushing endlessly. Song lyrics will inevitably look petty in your eyes."

Xu Jin laughed silently and said, "Although the lover has a look of Xi Shi, I will be embarrassed if you are so complimenting me."

Wang Cuiqiao burst out laughing and gave Xu Jin a blank look and said, "Can you listen to them first?"

Xu Jin nodded seriously and said, "Although I'm a little embarrassed, as long as I like it, even if it's flattering and complimenting, my husband will reluctantly continue to listen."

"I don't want to say anything!" Wang Cuiqiao twisted Xu Jin's back of his hand angrily.

Xu Jin smiled and said, "Okay, my husband surrenders. If you have anything to say, you don't need to beat around the bush!"

A smile appeared on Wang Cuiqiao's lips: "It was the two lines of poetry left by my husband to Yang Shen. My husband kept saying that it was just a chance. It happened that the heavy rain was everywhere today. In such a scene, my husband must have inspiration. Why not take the opportunity to make up for the whole poem?"

Xu Jin was secretly sweating. The two lines he left for Yang Shen that day came from the "Hanzhong Mansion" by the Qing Dynasty poet Wang Shizhen. The reason why he chose those two lines was just right, but if the whole poem was read, it would not be right at all. So Wang Cuiqiao asked the whole poem several times later, and Xu Jin was all over the place. As a result, he asked again, he was such a headache-inducing female literary youth.

Xu Jin coughed lightly, and said to him, "What did Qiaoer say just now? There are big hills and valleys in his chest, but in fact the hills and valleys on Qiaoer's chest are not small." After saying that, he started climbing mountains and ridges with a strange hand.

Wang Cuiqiao's face was blushing and was about to slap someone's strange hand to do evil, but the hull suddenly shook violently, and a muffled bang came from the bottom of the boat. Wang Cuiqiao exclaimed and hugged Xu Jin tightly. Xu Jin hurriedly held the window ridge, but he did not fall, but the teacups on the table fell and broke on the spot.

Fortunately, the hull just shook and returned to normal. Xu Jin comforted Wang Cuiqiao for a few words and then quickly stepped down the second floor. He asked anxiously with a serious expression: "What happened? Has it hit the reef? Is anyone injured?"

Zhao Datou replied: "It's not that it's a reef, it seems like it's a boat crash. Big eyes have already gone down to the first floor to check. Our brothers are fine, but I don't know what the ship workers and servants are doing."

Xu Jin hurriedly went down the stairs, and Zhao Datou hurriedly followed a few brothers to protect him.

This luxurious tower ship is divided into three floors, and the ship workers are all on the first floor. It is still raining at this time. The boatmen are surrounded by the strings of the boat and look around. Several guards are holding ropes and shouting loudly: "Where are you? I see it, hurry up and catch it!"

Xu Jin's heart moved and hurried over and asked, "What's going on? Where is the big eyes?"

The guards quickly saluted when they saw Xu Jin and reported: "Young Master, our boat just knocked over a black-topped boat. Someone fell into the water. He had a good eye and had jumped into the river to rescue him."

Xu Jin's expression changed slightly. At this time, the wind and rain were heavy, and the river was turbulent. Song's eyes actually jumped into the river. It was too reckless.

"Catch it, pull it up, pull it up!" At this time, the boatmen shouted excitedly, grabbed the rope and pulled it up together, and soon saw a person being pulled up.

This man probably drank a lot of river water, and he vomited wildly as soon as he got on the boat, like an artificial fountain.

A moment later, another person was pulled up. No, it should be two people, because there was still one person under the armpit.

The man got on the boat and threw the person he was holding onto the deck. Then he fell to the deck and panted. Xu Jin then recognized that it was Song Dayan and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The man who was caught by Song Dayan was a half-old man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, pale face, black lips, and bloated belly. He was already unconscious.

"I'm still angry!" Zhao Datou bent down and looked into the boy's breath. He found that he was still alive, so he grabbed his ankles and lifted them upside down. The boy immediately let out a wow sound, like a river pouring down, and his bulging belly also faded.

After the boy had almost vomited, Zhao Datou put the person down. The man who got on the boat first had vomited at this time. He rushed up and pressed the boy's people. The boy woke up slowly and said as if he was angrily wandering: "Master, are we both going to see the Dragon Prince?"

Xu Jin then realized that these two people were actually Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, but they were wet all over, like a rooster.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stroked his beard that was still flowing downwards and smiled and said, "Don't worry, we can't die. As a teacher, he had already passed this trip and would have a disaster, but he would eventually meet a noble person who turned bad luck into good luck."

The little Taoist priest curled his lips and said, "But it is this noble man who knocked over our boat. How should we calculate this account?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest patted the little Taoist priest's forehead and taught a lesson: "Nothing nonsense, it's just an accident to hit the boat, let alone a small broken boat with such a large bow? It's not a problem to pay you ten bows."

Xu Jin couldn't help but laugh and cry. He knew that he had met a scammer, and maybe he was a scammer who was trying to mess with him. So he was too lazy to waste time with such people, so he turned around and went back upstairs.

"Master, how do you deal with these two fools?" Zhao Datou followed and asked for instructions.

Xu Jin smiled and said, "Hankou is not far ahead...Hehe, Jiangxia Pier, pay them thirty taels of silver after docking, let them leave."

Hankou was a name that only appeared after the Qing Dynasty. Hankou during the Ming Dynasty was also called Jiangxia. During the Chenghua period, the Han River was diverted once, which formed the current Hankou. Therefore, Hankou during the Ming Dynasty had a geographical difference from Hankou today.

Zhao Datou frowned and said, "Master, the broken ship in their bow is too much for twenty taels of silver."

Xu Jin waved his hand and said, "After all, I fell into the water and drank a lot of river water. It's okay to give me some shocking expenses. Even if I'm trying to get a chance, I'll use my life to get a chance. I have to respect my profession!"
Chapter completed!