Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4458
Everyone looked at this unfamiliar scholar in Tsing Yi, with different expressions, but most of them were disdainful.

Why?

Because the familiar faces they recognize are all famous and famous in Tianhai County, such as Mr. Bai and Mr. Hang.

The former is the son of the largest squire family in Tianhai County, and the other is the son of the guardian of Tianhai County...

Where did this mustache-faced scholar in green clothes come from?I must have studied for a few years and thought I was smart...

Here, as the host, the purple-clothed scholar is not stupid. Naturally, he could see that the sudden appearance of the green-clothed scholar was to save the white-clothed scholar.

But what he said was so pertinent, in front of everyone, he couldn't forcefully refuse it.

The purple-clothed scholar put on an open-minded and open-minded look, and said: "My friend, you are being polite. The visitor is a guest. Tonight's poetry club is originally for everyone to come and cultivate their sentiments. Brother, please feel free."

The scholar in Tsing Yi nodded and smiled, put his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, and said: "It's airtight on all sides, and it's bitingly cold inside, but it's a word for 'picture'."

"Brother Bai, am I right?" He smiled and asked the scholar in white.

picture……

The white-clothed scholar suddenly realized, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

He raised his hand and clapped his hands, "Congratulations, you got the answer right, it is indeed a picture with a picture!"

At this time, the other people in the seats also realized the logic, and nodded in praise.

The white-clothed scholar looked at the green-clothed scholar who was diagonally opposite again, and out of nowhere came out a stranger who came out to save him and be nice to him, what was he plotting?

The white-clothed scholar smiled meaningfully: "Turn around, I'll bring you fine wine."

The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled, and was about to sit down, but was stopped again by the scholar in purple.

"Unexpectedly, this brother is also a hidden master in guessing riddles. I admire you. I haven't asked your brother Gao's name yet? Where does he live?" The purple-clothed scholar asked with a smile.

Hearing this, the Tsing Yi scholar's smile became a little strange.

"Mr. Hang, what you said made me a little embarrassed. You are the host tonight. The invitation letter on me is written by you yourself. You invited me to come to your poetry club. Why should I go to the meeting?" I got on the boat and took an active part in it, but you asked me about my family background instead? This... I can only hehe..."

The words of the scholar in Tsing Yi made some people in the audience couldn't help sniggering, accompanied by whispering.

The white-clothed scholar even laughed directly, "Young Master Hang has a lot of things to do every day, and noble people often forget things. It's normal not to remember you, so don't be serious!"

The scholar in Tsing Yi shook the paper fan in his hand with a snap, fanned it lightly, smiled slightly, and shook his head lightly.

The purple-clothed scholar's face turned red, he smiled awkwardly, raised his hand and bowed towards the green-clothed scholar, "I don't have a good 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 show off, but the white-clothed scholar was her prey, so if she wanted to get close to him, she had to show her affection.

Just now that he couldn't answer the riddle, it was a good opportunity. The opportunity is fleeting and must be seized.

So, after he sat down again, the white-clothed scholar on the opposite side frequently looked over at him.

Yang Ruoqing also raised the wine cup in front of her, motioned to the white-clothed scholar opposite, and took a sip.

The white-clothed scholar also smiled slightly, picked up the wine cup, and the two drank each other at a distance, as if the entertainment of other people in this elegant room had nothing to do with them.

Outside the corridor of the elegant room, a tall man in a black robe stood there, looking over the crowd to Yang Ruoqing and the white-clothed scholar who toasted with her frequently.

A certain man frowned.

Although he knew that his daughter-in-law came to the banquet tonight to help him investigate the case, but seeing this scene, he felt like a cat was tickling him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

If he had known that his daughter-in-law would stand out like this, he should have pasted a few more beards on her mouth before going out, preferably with a beard.

There is also the surname Bai, you better be honest, if you dare to attack my daughter-in-law, you will be skinned!

"Master, Lord Hang has been waiting for you on the third floor for a long time." Ye Yi came quietly, whispering to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang just came back to his senses.

Before leaving, he glanced at the white-clothed scholar in the elegant room again, and it happened that the white-clothed scholar raised his head and met Luo Fengtang's eyes.

There was a sudden chill on the back of the white-clothed scholar, as if an ice knife had cut off his scalp, and his whole body was cold.

When he came back to his senses, the man in the black robe outside had disappeared.

The man in white was stunned on the spot, with 1 suspicions in his heart, so he quickly picked up the wine and took a big gulp to suppress his shock.

The beating of drums suddenly stopped, and a red flower ball fell into the arms of the purple-clothed scholar.

Everyone smiled and said: "Host host, it's your turn, it's time for you to sing a song."

Both Yang Ruoqing and the white-clothed scholar turned their gazes to the purple-clothed scholar, only then did they realize that this link was impromptu poetry in front of a portrait of a beautiful woman holding a pipa.

It is a rule to beat the drum and pass the flower, and whoever passes it on has to do it.

So, the purple-clothed scholar stood up gracefully with a smile, and he bowed his hands to everyone, "Then I'll make a song first."

"When the waning moon goes out, the beauties and tears leave. The pipa is golden and emerald feathers, and the oriole is singing on the strings. The people around the loam are like the moon, and the people in the green window are like flowers! The building is full of red-sleeved tricks, advise me to go home early!"

The purple-clothed scholar finished reciting his poems in rhythmic tones, and he still seemed to be immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself from it.

The others also shook their heads and savored the poems of the purple-clothed scholar, with different expressions, how intoxicated they were.

The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, and said: "Mr. Hang is really a lover. This green, thin and fat man is all beauties. There is no pity for beauties between the lines. It is really poetic and gentle. Life is geometric, so happy, so wonderful." , but don’t know the suffering of the world, the sorrow of the people, the rise and fall of the family and the country, hey!”

The purple-clothed scholar had a somewhat smug smile on his face, but he didn't expect that the white-clothed scholar who had praised him so much would change his subject to criticize him for being romantic.

No matter how good-tempered the purple-clothed scholar is, he doesn't want to bear it any longer.

"Brother Bai, there is no conflict between talking about the wind and the moon and thinking about the world in your heart. Tonight is a beautiful day, and we will gather here. Brother Bai, please give me a three-pointer, and don't always say something that spoils the scenery."

The white-clothed scholar snorted coldly, "It's still the same sentence, I came to your romantic gatherings to fulfill my filial piety to my father, and my father's order must not be violated. If you think my presence here is a big spoiler, it's okay, I Just leave on your own, so farewell!"

After the white-clothed scholar finished speaking, he really got up and left in a flick of his sleeves, even if he couldn't stop him.

(End of this chapter)