When the two of them lowered their heads and exchanged words, Bo Xue, who was sitting in the main seat, had complicated eyes. She did not want to leave yesterday, more because the sentence "The string is sore and no one has pity" hurt her.
Thinking about the journey I have taken, I also thought about how much love I have expressed my feelings in every song, but that person turned a blind eye. Doesn’t it mean that no one is pitying me and no one is telling me?
During the banquet, everyone was whispering.
Sitting opposite Yang She was a young man, dressed as a scholar. Seeing that Bo Xue had been looking at Feng Ziqing, he felt unhappy. He stood up and pointed at Feng Ziqing and said, "Miss Bo Xue, this is what you said before.
The one who wrote the Shuxian poem?"
"Exactly. What do you think, Mr. Wang?"
Wang Gongzi looked at Feng Ziqing, smiled contemptuously, and said: "I don't know who this young master studied under, but he actually wrote such a ridiculous and generous poem. I think my teacher was just like this. Wang is not talented. I would like to write a poem. Please
This dear friend also composed a poem for you to appreciate and appreciate."
As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Some people feel contempt in their hearts. They are really dumb. If they want to compete with poems to win a smile from a beautiful woman, they don’t even look at who the person sitting opposite is sitting with. Is Yang She a person who is easy to get along with? Even if the poem is indeed laughable and generous, it cannot be said to her face.
Stupid.
Some people clapped their hands and applauded, especially some women, who opened their eyes wide and wanted to see that person making a fool of himself.
Yang She wanted to curse loudly, but she thought of the beauty present, so she restrained herself in her heart. She looked at Feng Ziqing, and seeing that he didn't respond, she started to think about watching a show and started drinking.
Feng Ziqing ignored it and just drank and ate meat on his own, clinking glasses with Yang She from time to time. After the man finished composing the poem and was praised by others, he also ate to seventy percent full and felt that it was almost full, so he
Holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, they came to the prince.
"Young master, right? After we have had enough wine and food, you have composed a poem related to wine, and I have also composed a poem. Please listen carefully."
"One cup, two cups, three or four cups, five cups, six cups, seven or eight cups, nine cups, ten cups, eleven cups, one drink and one fist."
After hearing this, the prince laughed and said: "You are really ignorant and incompetent. Your master and you must be ignorant." Before he finished speaking, the next moment, he screamed out. He took a few steps back, and he
Covering the beaten eye, he said angrily: "Barbaric and rude, me and you"
Feng Ziqing punched him again, hitting his other eye, and asked with a smile: "What do you want with me?"
Just as Mr. Wang was about to speak, the man punched him in the nose again. His nose felt sore and his arms trembled slightly, "You, you"
The fourth punch was thrown, and Mr. Wang was knocked to the ground. Then the punches were blowing, and the person who punched kept chanting: "I told you to pretend, and I told you to stand out. What can I not learn? I will learn this eight or nine."
At the eleventh punch, Feng Ziqing stopped.
He straightened his clothes, looked around at everyone, and said with a smile: "One punch with a glass of wine. If you say eleven punches, you will punch eleven. I keep my word."
Everyone was afraid of Feng Ziqing's punches, so they kept silent for fear of offending this person. Look, the people who were with Yang She were all the same.
Yang She was laughing so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. Bo Xue, who was sitting in the main seat, had her eyes dazed and her mouth slightly open. She couldn't believe that such a thing would happen. Yang She had never done anything like this.
What a shame that I had a slight change in my view of him yesterday.
She gradually came back to her senses, and became more and more angry as she thought about it. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the man whistle to her, and then he walked towards the door with a flask and a wine glass in his hands.
She was shocked again, this person
After the man left, everyone finally started talking.
Yang She's laughter gradually subsided, and after he calmed down his laughter, he stood up, bowed to Bo Xue, and left. Under the background of Feng Ziqing, he actually looked like a scholar.
Feng Ziqing stood beside the carriage, drinking and waiting. When he saw Yang She coming out, he said with a proud smile: "Brother Yang, how did I behave just now?"
Yang She clapped his hands and applauded, saying: "You opened my eyes today. I have never done anything before, and your poems are amazing!"
Feng Ziqing tossed his hair and said with a smile: "Study hard, I believe it won't be long before my name will spread to Luwen County and reach the ears of the young ladies waiting to be married, hahaha."
After complimenting each other, the two got into the carriage and headed back home.
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On the drunken stage, Bo Xue's eyes were on fire and his chest was heaving. Everyone at the banquet was angrily criticizing the man's rude move. Naturally, some of them were gloating about his misfortune. Since then, the prince who fainted on the ground had a
A resounding nickname, Wang Shiyi.
Three days later, Liu Ji wonton stall.
The old man and Xiao Hu were busy nearby, and Feng Ziqing was eating wontons with his head down. At this time, a man with a scar on his face came into the stall. He walked to sit opposite Feng Ziqing and took a seat, calling to the old man: "Store, a bowl of wontons."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
Feng Ziqing raised his head, smiled, and asked: "The knife is here, why are you the only one?"
Dao Scar Liu rubbed his hands and replied in a low voice: "He is at the tea stall three miles east of the city. As you know, he can be considered a person on the list. It is better not to go to the city."
"Okay then, let's finish the wontons and go out of the city together. You have to be mentally prepared."
"I know, little one. Since I have chosen to be with you, it will be a matter of time, hehe."
Feng Zi nodded lightly, took down the remaining wontons, picked up the heavy sword from the foot of the table, put it on his back, left a sentence, and turned around to leave.
"Put my wonton money together."
Scar Liu was a little happy after hearing this. This small gesture represented the adults' recognition of him. Paying the bills for the adults, isn't this what a younger brother should do? He quickly responded: "Yes, I understand.
You go first, the younger one will follow."
After Feng Ziqing left, Dao Scar Liu straightened his back and shouted to the old man: "Shop, please give me three more bowls!"
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The tea stall in the east of the city has no shopkeepers and no guests.
A middle-aged rugged man with a heavy back and a heavy waist is sitting among them. There are two huge iron axes on the table. The two exposed arms are muscular and strong. Not far from him, a horse is grazing on the roadside.
.
He took a sip of tea, then spit it out, threw the tea cup on the table, and cursed: "I'm really fading away. When will I come back? Damn it, I have to come here to see someone, do this?"
He's very mysterious and talks about a big deal. If you can't make me happy later, hey, I'll let you remember it for a long time."
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Five miles east of the city, Liu Fu was walking on the official road carrying a large basket on his back, which was filled with herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood clots.
She sighed, we, the Liu family, are all farmers, and we will always suffer some losses when facing the Wang family's hunters. It seems that we have to find an opportunity to teach them a few tricks. It is not good to suffer losses all the time.
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At the east gate of the city, two riders left the city.