One person per table, drinking alone by the window, it is as beautiful as a still picture, which is pleasing to the eye.
But some people just want to burn the harp and boil the crane.
The scholar dressed in white, holding a wine bottle in his hand, sat down opposite Han Du.
Han Du raised his eyes and glanced at the person opposite him in surprise. He had long eyebrows like lying on silkworms and was slightly stiff. He had a slender nose and high bridge, red lips and white teeth. He looked about the same age as himself, and he was a good-looking person.
The scholar in white saw Han Du's questioning eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, this seat is good. I always sit in this seat every time I come here. I didn't expect that I was snatched away by my brother today."
First, I wonder if my brother would agree to share a table?"
Han Du took a closer look at the scholar. It seemed that he was also a person who was nostalgic or pursuing beauty, so he responded with a smile and nodded.
"Thank you, brother. I don't know your surname and how to call me?" The scholar cupped his fists and saluted, and asked politely.
Han Du did not answer directly, but asked with a smile: "I wonder what I call this brother?"
The scholar didn't mind at all that Han Du didn't introduce himself, but instead asked his name. He smiled and said directly: "I am a filial piety boy below."
Fang Xiaoru!
When Han Du heard this, a flash of shock suddenly flashed in his eyes. Is this Fang Xiaoru who was killed by Emperor Yongle? The first and only person in history who was killed by ten tribes? He was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fang Xiaoru to be this age.
Already.
Fang Xiaoru saw the change in Han Du's expression, smiled unexpectedly, and said, "It seems that brother has heard of my name?"
Han Du suddenly came back to his senses, pondered for a moment, thought of an excuse, and said with a soft smile: "Brother Fang is a disciple of Song Gong, and I have heard of his famous name."
"Mentor..." Fang Xiaoru suddenly felt a little melancholy when Han Du mentioned his mentor. His mentor Song Lian was the crown prince and grand master. He didn't expect that he would end up like this because he was suddenly implicated in the Hu Weiyong case.
The fate of the exile. If the prince hadn't desperately begged for mercy, he would have been beheaded on the spot. But even though the prince tried his best to save his life, he still couldn't save his mentor's life. The mentor was too old and couldn't bear the hard work, and finally died of illness on the way to the exile.
.
After all, Fang Xiaoru and Zhu Biao are really brothers in the same discipline.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru's eyes were a little red, Han Du remembered that Song Lian was dead, and immediately felt that he had been rude when he mentioned Song Lian just now. "I'm sorry, Brother Fang, I just forgot...
"
Fang Xiaoru took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions for a few moments, waved his hand to stop Han Du, and said: "It's okay, the matter is over, what can we do...don't you know your surname?"
Han Du smiled when he heard this, nuzzled his lips towards another table, and said with a smile: "I came here just to hear how they arranged me."
The bustle of the other table and the purity of Handu's place are completely opposite extremes. There is a huge table in the middle filled with people, all scholars sitting on the chairs, and the table is littered with cups and plates. These people
What they talk about is almost all the news about Han Du that has been circulating in the market these days, and the news they talk about seems to have been carefully selected. They are all all kinds of specious black information about Han Du. These days
, Although all kinds of news about Han Du are flying all over the sky, the eyes of the people are also sharp. Although the news contains various black materials about Han Du, there are also some people's praise for Han Du, which can be said to be mixed.
However, these people avoided talking about the good news about Han Du, and specifically picked out the bad news about Han Du to discuss among themselves. In this way, anyone with a discerning eye could tell what exactly these people wanted to do.
Fang Xiaoru is such a smart person. When he heard what Han Du said, he thought for a moment and knew who the person in front of him was. "So, you are..." He was so surprised that he almost called out Han Du's name.
Shaking his head and smiling, Fang Xiaoru looked at Han Du and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Han is really, really brave." He glanced at those people, looked back at Han Du, Fang Xiaoru asked with a smile: "Brother Han, is it true?
Aren't you afraid that your identity will be exposed and they will surround you?"
Han Du picked up the wine glass and gestured to Fang Xiaoru. After taking a sip, he glanced contemptuously over there and said with a smile: "They are just a bunch of clowns. Believe it or not, if Brother Fang stood up, they would actually stand up."
All of them would be so silent that they would not even dare to say a word."
Fang Xiaoru was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that although Han Du was young, he had such magnanimity and confidence. With this alone, he suppressed everyone at the table opposite. If Han Du really stood up
, shouting that Han Du is here, those people opposite may not really have the courage to talk about Han Du as unscrupulously as they are now. Maybe they will really remain silent in front of Han Du, not daring to say a word.
"Brother Han is so brave." Fang Xiaoru smiled and raised his glass in response to Han Du.
Han Du smiled helplessly, lowered his head and said: "Facing these people, there is no courage at all. Let's not talk about them. I just saw that Brother Fang seems to have something on his mind. I wonder if you can tell me something?"
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoru put down his wine glass and sighed, "There's nothing bad to say, and I'm not afraid that Brother Han will laugh at me if I say it. I came to Beijing this time originally with the intention of becoming an official, but it's a pity..."
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru was looking down, Han Du quickly asked: "Did Brother Fang not get what he wanted during this trip? It shouldn't be."
Who is Fang Xiaoru? A child prodigy who became famous at a young age, Song Lian's favorite disciple. If nothing else, just because he and Zhu Biao are fellow disciples, it should be easy to become an official. And Fang Xiaoru
With this kind of capital, he should be in a high position as soon as he becomes an official. Why is it now that even becoming an official is beyond the reach of other Xiaoru children?
"Didn't Brother Fang go and ask to see His Highness the Crown Prince?" Han Du asked again. If there is a relationship, don't use it. If it expires, it will be invalid. If Fang Xiaoru clearly has this kind of relationship with Zhu Biao and doesn't use it for the so-called nobleness, then Han Du is the one.
You really have to look down on him. If that's the case, that wouldn't be called noble, that would be called pedantry.
If Fang Xiaoru is really a pedantic person, then Han Du will be able to understand that he will be exterminated by the ten clans in the future.
"Why not?" Fang Xiaoru sighed helplessly and continued: "I went to see His Highness as soon as possible, and His Highness even took me down to see the Emperor."
Han Du didn't want to mention Lao Zhu, but he still asked curiously: "Does the emperor have brother Fang..."