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Today is the day when I go home from Er Er to visit my parents. I go back three days a month, and I can't be shaken.

The sedan chair entered the compound, and from the moment Er got off the sedan chair, before entering the hall, he felt something was wrong.

When he came back today, his parents didn't come out happily as usual!

Walking from the second to Zhongsan's room, I saw a whole family in Zhongsan's study, and there was a man who looked very familiar.

"Cong Er is here, let me tell you that he will be here around this time!" Mother Xiao cheerfully came over to hold Cong Er's hand.

Leaning on crutches, Father Xiao introduced, "Second son, this is Zhang Shi, the son of your Aunt Zhang's natal family. Their family has come to Kyoto."

As for Zhang Shi and his family, Cong Er only met once. Hearing Father Xiao's tone, he seemed to like Zhang Shi quite a bit. However, in Cong Er's memory, his family and his aunt's family had never had any contact. Why are there more contacts now?

Seeing that Cong Er had come back, Zhong San immediately rushed forward and held Cong Er's arm, "Brother is back, we're going to fire again tonight!"

Xiao's mother raised his eyebrows, "You greedy cat, when will you miss another meal!"

Zhongsan smiled and hid in Er's arms.

"Cao Min sees the queen!" Zhang Shi was a polite person, and he saluted as soon as they met, and frowned quietly when he saw how intimate the three were with the second.

Cong Erdao: "You don't need to be so polite. Since we are a family and no outsiders are present, you can just call me cousin."

Zhang Shi nodded: "Cousin!"

Chatting all over the room, it turned out that Xiao's father and Xiao's mother were so happy to gather here because Zhongsan's poems were brought to the Fuwen Poetry Conference by Mr. Zhongsan, and they actually won No.3, the youngest among the top three. that one.

"Sir, you all boasted that everyone is smart, saying that they have some of the demeanor of Prime Minister Zhang back then!" Xiao's mother was overjoyed.

Zhong San hid in Cong Er's arms: "Don't praise me, if you want to boast, exaggerate my cousin, I wrote that poem when he cleaned the house for me!"

Zhang Shi lowered his head and smiled slightly: "You are smart, if I don't clean the house for you, of course someone else will do it for you, so it's my credit!"

Xiao's mother interrupted with a smile: "Don't be modest, you two are really a good match if you ask me to study together. It just so happens that you come back from the second day today. We will go to the restaurant tonight and eat whatever we want!"

Father Xiao coughed, stuck his cane and said: "Don't be too complacent, No.3, there is still some distance from No.1, and you need to settle down, don't..."

Xiao's mother interrupted Xiao's father mercilessly: "No, nothing, you just can't let this face praise your son!"

Zhong San said: "Father is polite, the child still needs to work hard, next year Chun Wei will perform well and be admitted to a high-ranking official, so that I will not lose my brother's face!"

With a move in Er's heart, he touched Zhong San's face and smiled happily.

Zhongsan said again: "But No. 1 is really very powerful. I heard that it is called Ma Ruodi. He was originally a spectator. He won the first place as soon as he wrote the letter. He is really very powerful."

It's really amazing to be able to get the first place as soon as you write a letter.

After thinking about it since the second, I didn't recognize all the characters until last year. Sure enough, there are still many gaps between people.

In the dark room, Fu Yuqing got up to go out, Xuan Ying stepped into his room and looked carefully, the room was empty except for a copybook on the desk.

For those who disturb the present, the long days will be empty and lonely

Those who mess with my heart, long nights without dreams

Since ancient times, those who are capable are lonely, drinking and enjoying themselves.

Gentleman Xiao, look up to the sky

Know big things, belittle yourself

When you go to the east wind, you still see the west wind, but you don't see a gentleman.

——Ma Ruodi, the autumn of the sixth year of the new calendar

Xuan Ying took a closer look.

"What is this writing?"

like poetry...

"The most annoying thing about these scholars is that they just know a few words. What's the big deal! Pretending to be profound and showing off their literary talents!" Xuan Ying snorted.

Seeing that there was nothing else in the house, Xuan Ying flew up to the eaves.

After a while, Fu Yuqing entered the room, just stood by the case, narrowed his eyes, then raised his head to look around.

The hair he put on the paper was gone.

This room is airtight, without windows, and no wind can enter unless...

Fu Yuqing looked up at the roof.

Unless, it's windy from above.

Fu Yuqing raised his brows slightly, feeling a little curious about the person following him.

"It seems that the lightness skill is good, and it can make me unaware."

He learned from several top swordsmen and warriors in the Yan Kingdom, and defeated them one by one last year, so he has always been very confident in his kung fu, and being able to be praised by him is enough to show that lightness kung fu is really good.

For some reason, Fu Yuqing suddenly remembered a person he met in Zhennan more than two years ago. He was also wearing the clothes of a hidden guard.

A servant's voice came from outside the door: "My lord, someone was sent over there to invite you to have dinner."

Fu Yuqing replied: "Alright, let him wait for a while, I'll be right there."

Fuxiangju is a very famous restaurant in Kyoto. It has delicacies from all over the world, delicacies from mountains and seas, and all kinds of flavors, but not everyone can afford it. Xiao's mother has heard the name of Fuxiangju many times since she came to Beijing, but she has never heard of it. I am willing to come.

They came to Fuxiangju from the second day and called for an upper room. The shop waiter led them to the second floor and met Zhang Sheng and Mrs. Zhang.

Zhang Sheng looked at it for a long time, and it was really Xiao Jianlian. Why hadn’t seen him for two years, he was raised so well, his face looked fleshy, and he was no longer as shriveled as before. It really deserves to be raised in the imperial palace. Come on!

"Cong Er! Wife and sister, why are you here! What a coincidence!"

Xiao's father and Xiao's mother were reluctant to greet them, but they couldn't stop them from coming forward.

"You go out early in the morning every day, and you don't see anyone all day long. We want to ask you to eat together, but you can't find anyone!" Xiao's mother said.

Mrs. Zhang said: "It's not that I just got the seal to open the store. We and my husband have to be busy with a lot of things..."

The couple were talking, but their eyes kept glancing at Cong Er, looking for an opportunity to talk to Cong Er more, and the set was close. Then I thought about it, anyway, since Er Yuemo will stay at Xiao's house tonight, it's better for them Go back early after the work is done, and then look for an opportunity to talk to Cong Er, after all, they can't afford to mess with the man upstairs.

"We have something else to do, so we won't be with you. Don't be polite to us when you eat as much as you want." Zhang Sheng called Zhang Shi to his side again. Your cousin likes to know!"

Zhang Shi hated their appearance very much, but they were his biological parents after all, so he could only nod slightly.

They went upstairs, Xiao's family entered the first room in the corridor on the left, and Zhang's couple entered the sixth and innermost room in the corridor on the right.

In less than a cup of tea, the other two were led up to the second floor by the waiter, and entered the sixth room in the corridor on the right.

In the dark night outside, with the lights flashing, Xuan Ying went up to the roof of Fuxiangju, and found Fu Yuqing's house to settle on the roof.

"Is the emperor making too much of a fuss? It's a brothel, a poetry club, and a meal. It's fun every day. There doesn't seem to be any conspiracy..." Xuan Ying lay on the roof and knocked on his legs, "In my opinion, Fu Yuqing is a The son who is greedy for pleasure, he is full of arrogance and extravagance...Hey! Arrogance, extravagance, lust, and leisure, I can actually know such advanced idioms! Hehe!"

[The author has something to say: The general meaning of the poem is a narcissistic poem in the shell of a literati seeking a confidant. Your literary talent is just a child. I am too educated. What should I do? I am so lonely. Who can compete with me? Competitive meaning (what can cure Fu Yuqing's narcissism ╮(￣⊿￣)╭)

Poetry is scribbled, I am scum, I will say it first]