After finishing the poem, Feng Ziqing looked at the two of them, and saw that Bo Xue had a wonderful expression on his face, and his chest was rising and falling slightly, as if he was suppressing himself, while Qi Zhuo had his mouth tightly closed, and Feng Ziqing looked at him.
, and quickly turned his back.
Feng Ziqing pinched his chin. Looking at the performance of these two people, the poem seemed not ideal, so he added: Well, I still have it. No one will pity Xianxian for her sorrow and pain. Who should I address her sorrow for Xianxian?
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"That's enough!" A sweet shout interrupted him, "Mr. Feng, the little girl is not feeling well, so she left first and said goodbye." After saying that, he bowed and before the two of them could speak, he hugged Qin and turned around to leave.
"Hey, don't leave yet, why don't you just chat for a while?" Feng Ziqing was a little depressed and really didn't understand appreciation. He turned to Qi Zhuo and asked, "Brother Qi, tell me, what do you think of the poem I just composed?"
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Qi Zhuo's shoulders shook slightly, and when he heard Feng Ziqing ask him, he turned around and said seriously: "Brother Feng's poem is really unique, especially the two sentences he just added. It can be said that he is very talented, and Qi is willing to be defeated.
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Feng Ziqing couldn't help but nodded and said with a smile: "No prizes, no prizes. I never thought that Feng also had some literary talent, hahaha."
"Brother Feng, Qi suddenly remembered that he had some important things to do at home, so he is going back home. If you need anything in the future, just tell Yang She. Don't be polite and say goodbye."
With a squeaking sound, the folding fan unfolded, swayed slightly, and went out.
Feng Ziqing looked at the folding fan in Qi Zhuo's hand and felt a little moved.
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Not long after leaving the Sheng Restaurant, Qi Zhuo finally couldn't help laughing loudly. The guards behind him were confused and thought, how could the young master be so happy today?
The next day, noon.
Not long after Feng Ziqing finished practicing, there was a knock on the door. When he opened the door, it turned out to be Yang She. He looked at himself up and down and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Yang, why is this?"
Yang She asked: "Brother Feng, did you really write that poem last night on the spot?"
Feng Zi nodded lightly, with a confused look on his face.
Yang She suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Oh my god, I didn't expect Brother Feng to have such literary talent. He is so hidden. I admire him. If I had your literary talent, the drunk girl Bo Xue would not be able to do it."
Look at me high."
"Oh? Brother Yang also admires Miss Baoxue. Alas, it's a pity that she left in a hurry after composing the poem yesterday without leaving even a few words. It's really a pity."
"What's the pity? Let's go. I'll take you to the Zizui Terrace. There should be a poetry party there later. I'll tell you when I ask." After saying that, without waiting for Feng Ziqing to answer, he took him downstairs.
, got on the carriage and ran all the way to the drunken stage.
After getting off the carriage, Feng Ziqing looked up and saw a private mansion with the word "Zhi Zui" engraved on the plaque. There were two wooden plaques on both sides of the door, which read "Floating World Meditation" and "Landscape" respectively.
Drunken Forest".
Yang She straightened his clothes and said seriously: "Brother Feng, when you enter this place, you must be gentle and polite."
Feng Ziqing glanced sideways at Yang She and said with a smile: "Hey, why did Brother Yang suddenly become so elegant? He is usually so..."
Yang She stretched out his hand and patted Feng Ziqing's arm, interrupting his words, and whispered: "This place is different from other places. You will know when you go in, tidy up, and let's go."
The two of them tidied up for a while and walked towards the mansion.
"Zi Zui? Why don't you have a station?"
"The stage is inside."
"oh."
With Yang She's facade, everything was unobstructed. Yang She was familiar with the road, and the two of them walked along the winding road towards the center of the mansion.
On the way, Yang She introduced: "This was originally a residence of a criminal official. Later it was bought by others. After changing hands several times, it finally became this drunken residence."
The two of them stopped, and Yang She pointed forward: "Hey, we're just ahead, the Zhisui Terrace in the Zhizui Courtyard."
Feng Ziqing raised his eyes and saw a wide high platform with desks facing each other. Dozens of young men and women were chatting with each other. The person sitting at the head table was Bo Xue, whom he had met yesterday. He was playing the piano in his hand from time to time.
The sound of cheers came, like stars over the moon.
Outside the high platform are pavilions and water pavilions, where maids and servants are busy going back and forth.
Yang She suddenly came close and whispered: "Brother Feng, don't be formal, just feel free to do it. I'll excuse you for now and I'll see you later." After saying that, he winked at Feng Ziqing, who understood. This look on his face,
Apparently there is a sweetheart present and they are going to have a private meeting.
Since the banquet hadn't started yet, he didn't want to join in the fun and just walked around.
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Feng Ziqing wandered aimlessly and came to a remote place with many rockeries. He ducked and hid.
After a while, a young man dressed as a boy ran out. He looked for it on the spot, scratched his head at last, and said to himself: "Hey, it's strange, the one who was there just now suddenly disappeared. Well, sure enough,
It’s high”
Before he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and he was faced with a hand covering his mouth, and the man strangled his neck with one hand, "Dare you follow me? You don't want to ask me, who am I!"
The boy's originally flustered expression suddenly calmed down, and he kept blinking at the man, as if he had something to say. Feng Ziqing hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Do you have something to say?"
The boy nodded hurriedly. Feng Ziqing loosened the hand covering his mouth and tightened the hand on his neck. He took a few rough breaths and whispered: "Master Feng, I am here to give you a gift on the orders of the second master.
The news is coming."
It turned out to be Scar Liu's man. Feng Zi took action easily and asked with an unhappy expression: "Why did you choose such a place and time?"
The boy felt a little aggrieved. You brought me to this place. I would have to be able to see you in other places.
He hurriedly took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, handed it to Feng Ziqing, and said: "Master Feng, the news is inside, do you have any instructions?"
Feng Ziqing opened the small bamboo tube, poured out the note, and quickly read the contents. After thinking for a moment, he had a preliminary plan in mind.
"Yes, the time has been changed to three days later, and the location has been changed to Liuji Wonton Stall in the city. Everything else remains unchanged."
"Inside the city?"
"Well, let's have a bowl of wontons and talk about some things."
Feng Ziqing glanced sideways at the boy who wanted to speak, and said impatiently: "Just tell me truthfully, that's all." After saying that, he turned around and left, dodged a few times, and disappeared.
When Feng Ziqing rushed to the table for drunkenness, the food and wine were being served one by one. It was just the right time, and he could eat and drink for free again.
Yang She, who was already sitting at the banquet table in the front row, was looking around. When he saw Feng Ziqing arriving, he stood up and waved.
On the Zhisui stage, everyone was already seated, but Feng Ziqing, who had just stepped onto the stage, walked straight in front of everyone and came to sit in front of Yang She's table. This attracted the attention of others, who all guessed who the person in front of them was.
Yang She sat at the same table.
"Brother Feng, why are you here now?"
"Oh, you don't know. I've been to this Zizui Terrace all over. The scenery is pretty good, but except for Bo Xue, the looks of the other women are all very different. It's really boring."
"Haha, you and I are indeed of the same mind, but I am not as discerning as you. I really don't know how your master taught you."
"You don't know, my master has always been fond of beauties. He always used fairy paintings to observe and teach me. Over time, this has become the case."
After hearing this, Yang She's eyes lit up and he whispered: "Do you have that fairy portrait in your hands?"
Feng Ziqing shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, when the master was buried, he was burned together, so that he would not be lonely on the road to Huangquan."