"Finally...quiet."

Ouyang Rong suddenly dropped his brush, narrowed his drunken eyes, and chuckled.

I don't know what this murmur is talking about.

A few moments later, the smiling young man, as drunk as a jade mountain, lay on the table in front of a pot of autumn chrysanthemums, in front of everyone... and fell into a deep dream.

The whole place was silent for a moment. After a while, the noise exploded. However, as Xie Lingjiang raised his index finger to his lips and booed, the place suddenly returned to silence. Everyone covered their mouths and tacitly kept their voices down, as if they were afraid of waking someone up.

people.

For a while, everyone was respectful, convinced or ashamed, and came forward one after another to look at the chrysanthemum poems on the white wall. Xie Lingjiang, Li Xian and others immediately ran to care about Ouyang Rong's physical condition.

She was already the closest to Guo'er. After Ouyang Rong fell drunk, she was the first to reach out to support his limp body. For a moment, she couldn't care about the defense between men and women... While helping Ouyang Rong, the little princess with plum blossom makeup lowered her head and stared at the poem, whispering softly.

chew:

"If I were the Qing Emperor in his lifetime, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming everywhere... A good poem, so good that... it is a bit treasonous... This poem should be the first poem about chrysanthemums in the next five hundred years. Ouyang Lianghan, you can compare with Tao Yuanming

."

Xie Lingjiang, who had just arrived at the table, suddenly stared. It turned out that the little princess in front of him suddenly playfully patted his crowned head buried between his elbows.

"color!"

…

Xingzi Lake construction site.

The sound of the piano that had been lingering for a long time just disappeared.

In the water room, in a simple cubicle, a bearded man wearing a felt hat sat on the floor, and finally drank the human blood wine that was soaked in the red and black talisman ashes in the gourd.

When he went out in the morning and had a full meal of sauced pork, he muttered something to himself. After a while, he poured out a dark green round pill from the bottom of the gourd that was used to soak in wine, raised his head and swallowed it.

It's called the Black Dragon, and it's hotter than snake gallbladder. It turns into a dragon-shaped fire between the throat and the chest.

In the shabby room, Huang Feihong's scattered thoughts just now echoed faintly.

"Young master said... I can also earn a living for the people."

After a while, the bearded man suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. He used to have a very good drinking capacity and could really drink a thousand glasses. Now he was shaking drunk. He looked around like a man waking up from a big dream. He looked around, and there was a faint sound of fatigue outside the water room.

The sound of husbands and animals hauling the Buddha's head... He was drunk and hazy, and raised his hand to press down on his felt hat.

…

At the end of the long street outside Xunyang Tower, Rong Zhen was standing under an eaves, with a hesitant look on his face. At this moment, a noise suddenly came from the crowd in front, like boiling water.

She saw many people running around copying poems, circulating a fresh manuscript, talking about it with great interest, and some people crowded into the Xunyang Building with excited faces...

Rong Zhen frowned, listened carefully, and his face changed slightly...

It turned out that Ouyang Sima, whose line "A good man also sleeps" was talked about by Xunyang literati, actually composed a poem today, and was appointed as the leader by Her Royal Highness the little princess and the celebrities in the audience, and everyone in the audience had no objections.

"Isn't your hand injured?" Rong Zhen thought of something, bit his lower lip lightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a while, Rong Zhen took out an orange-red sachet, took out a small IOU saying "I owe a poem", held it in the palm of his hand, and strode towards Xunyang Tower without any further hesitation.

Can you do it for your junior sister, but not for me?

In addition, I would like to see what the poem you just composed is like.

"Well, it's not what I wanted to do. It's just what you owe me. It's written in black and white..."

He murmured and walked a dozen steps forward. The next moment, Rong Zhen braked suddenly.

She suddenly looked back and her pupils shrank slightly.

The image of the girl in palace clothes being frozen in place made passers-by around her turn their heads curiously.

But just three breaths after the cold girl in palace clothes looked back and stared, everyone suddenly heard a faint sound of thunder coming from the direction of Xingzifang from behind.

No, it's not the sound of thunder, it's the initial wave of the collapse of something huge...

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