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The place where the Difeng Banquet is held is the mansion where the owner of the banquet, Chai Wushou, lives.It is rumored that every Spring Festival, the crowded place is not the examination room, but the banquet held by Chai Wushou.

And who is this Chai Wushou?As the name suggests, he doesn't look ahead, and no one in the entire capital knows his origins. He only knows that he entertains students with a feast every Spring Festival, and picks out those who have a good eye for him to help him during the exam.

And this Difeng Banquet is no different from the ordinary banquets held by children from rich families in the capital. It does not follow the threshold of aristocratic families, and all children of literati can enter.It was rumored that he was a merchant with a stinky stink all over his body, and his behavior was just to make some good marriages for himself.For example, at the Difeng Banquet six years ago, Chai Wushou chose a few little-known and down-and-out children to help, and it was not surprising that the list was finally published, and it was indeed among the best in the eyes of the officials.

Since then, the reputation of Di Feng Yan Chai without a leader has become even louder.Although some people speculated about the truth of his behavior, they still couldn't resist the idea of ​​rising to the top. Besides, there was no threshold for the Difeng Banquet, so it was just a matter of eating a pie that fell from the sky.

It took almost no effort to find the way, He Ningwen was standing in front of the main entrance of the Chai Mansion.

The front of the door was empty, and it was not as crowded as in the legend, with people squeezing in one after another.Maybe the banquet had already started, or he simply missed the time.

The door was closed tightly, and a little boy like a porter was sitting under the door on the oblique right.Combing double buns, tiger head and tiger brain, looking at the pink and tender balls, he is dangling his legs in boredom, gnawing his fingers with his mouth pouting.

He Ningwen went up the stairs, saluted in front of the little boy, and asked, "I take the liberty to come here uninvited. If I don't miss the feast of washing the wind, can I ask you to introduce me?"

Seeing someone visiting, the child crossed his legs and raised his eyelids again. He looked He Ningwen up and down with slick eyes, and asked, "You're not a scholar, why don't you join in the fun?"

He Ning was surprised when she heard this, and then she saw the appearance of the servant boy. Although he was a child, he had many wrinkles on his face, which looked very strange.

But he is indeed not a scholar, although many people along the way think so.So he flicked his clothes and squatted in front of the little boy, turned a corner and explained: "I am wandering in the rivers and lakes, and I am looking for flowers, and I want to participate in this famous flower feast that moves the capital."

Hearing this, the little boy agreed very much, nodded repeatedly and said: "That's natural, my family is the best in the world!" As he was speaking, he changed the subject and asked: "You just said what is your name? "

"He Ningwen..." He Ningwen had no choice but to report her family name.

But the strange thing is, the little boy's eyes fell on those three words, and he didn't move.

He Ningwen was taken aback.

"I'm just afraid—you can't watch this banquet well..." Xiao Tong drawled his tone, his tone was sweet, but his eyes were completely opposite for a second, cold and empty.He giggled, stretched out his hand and patted He Ningwen's left shoulder jokingly.

He Ningwen was vigilant, she turned to one side, she wanted to dodge quietly, but who would have thought that the chubby pink hands seemed to have taken root in him, sticking to him tightly, and there was only a thin gap between them. Layer distance, almost on his shoulders.

The air froze instantly, and the abnormally huge pressure suddenly gripped his internal organs.

This kid?He Ningwen's eyes were fixed, his sleeves vibrated slightly, a cold light fell on his hands from the sleeves, and he waved his hands back.

The little boy gasped and didn't stop. Instead, he turned his wrist, bent his fingers into claws, changed his target to He Ningwen's wrist, and reached towards his hand with the hidden weapon.

"Dragon Tanzhu..." He Ning was startled, but she had no time to change the situation, so she had to accept this move abruptly in a hurry.

At that moment, the air that was stagnant between them was broken by a black shadow.The black shadow that sneaked in brushed He Ningwen's hair, and hit the little boy's face.

The sect of Longtanzhu attaches great importance to inner martial arts, but now the key is being stepped in by outsiders.The internal and external balance was broken in an instant, and the little boy twisted his waist in shock, and jumped up directly to the eaves behind him.

He exhaled in shock, and looked at He Ningwen viciously.But He Ningwen stood up slowly, holding the folding fan that broke the situation with one hand, and slowly dropped the other hand from her waist to her side.He didn't even have time to think about the boy's aggressive reaction when he heard his name and his strange body skills that didn't match his age, but cast his eyes thoughtfully at the bottom of the stone steps.

who is it?

The jade-like young master stood at the foot of the steps with his hands tied, and the long wind blew his white clothes and black hair.

It's obviously a simple dress that can't be simpler, but when worn on him, it exudes brilliance and vitality; obviously everyone has the same facial features, but the combination of these on his face has achieved the beauty and vitality that women are jealous of. hansome.

His eyes circled around He Ningwen's hands, and then moved to the boy on the eaves.Under the boy's suspicious eyes, the young master clasped his fists and said loudly, "I'm a regular visitor to Xiayue Ling."

The words are half spoken, and the name is reported, but who can do what?But the little boy immediately understood, and immediately got down from the stone lion, respectfully bowed to Mr. Pianran, and said, "I don't intend to offend, Mr. Please forgive me." He paused and made a "please" Gesture, "Master has been waiting for a long time."

But Shi Yan didn't move a single step.

——He raised the corner of his mouth, looked through the little boy, and looked at He Ningwen.

"Young man, please tell me the story." He cupped his hands and said.

He Ningwen was startled, then rolled her eyes and revealed a shallow smile.

……

After entering the mansion, He Ningwen thanked Shi Yan.The weird young man smiled without saying a word, and after asking him for the fan back, he disappeared under the curtain of flowers all by himself.

He Ningwen withdrew her gaze, and therefore withdrew her curiosity about this person, and walked slowly into the courtyard.

The layout of the main flower banquet in this garden is not partitioned or detoured, and the flowers are displayed openly in people's eyes.The banquet had already begun, and the wine tables were scattered among the flowers, instead of being piled up randomly.

He Ningwen looked around calmly, and found that the arrangement of the banquet was quite interesting, the guests did not sit randomly, "there are different divisions, divisions", from the inside to the outside, very orderly.Those sitting in the back among the elegantly colored flowers must be scholars, the stools are separated by an intimacy distance, the food and wine on the table have not moved a bit, and the same restrained expressions appear on different faces .The occasional conversations at the banquet were also in a low voice, and the voices were difficult to distinguish in the breeze, and they were like a thin thread that could be cut off at a pinch.

And just this little sound was completely covered by the sound of pushing cups and changing cups outside.There were quite a few people who came to join in the fun, and a few groups of people got together to make a heated argument, but after all, it was a banquet prepared for literati. Although it was lively, it was also bookish.

He Ningwen looked at this boring and noisy scene, and saw that there was no one around to recommend him, so he raised his feet and walked towards the nearest table.

There were already four people sitting at the table, and three of them were very close to each other, writing poems right and laughing constantly.

On the opposite side of them sat a thin scholar-like man.The man didn't look at the flowers or people, and he didn't even glance at the delicious food and wine on the table, but just kept writing at his desk.The table was slapped by the three people on the opposite side who were enjoying themselves and forgetting about it, and the paper spread on the table also shook.But the man kept his back straight, motionless, like an old statue covered in gray cloth.

Only the right arm, connected to the right hand with the pen, is constantly dancing.The thin white wrist sinks down, and the finger holding the pen is steady and firm, as if it was born with the pen and cannot be broken apart.

The ink characters that fell on the paper penetrated the back of the paper without any trembling.The strokes are strong, the characters are stretched, wide open and wide closed, and the sharp edges are exposed horizontally and vertically, as if a gold and iron horse stepped through a piece of snow and rushed out of the paper.

He is not a scholar.

Judgment without reason.He Ningwen couldn't help being curious, and was about to pick a seat not too far away to sit down and observe carefully, when she heard a clear and slightly smiling voice.

"Your Excellency, what do you think of this word?"

The clean and gentle voice made the quaint statue "live".The man put down his pen, turned his head and smiled slightly at him.

He Ning was embarrassed, looked at the man who was about to say no, but couldn't help being taken aback, and froze.

The man's face was as smeared as if he was singing on stage, and the stains and blood stains covered his face one after another, until the contours of the facial features were shrouded in a blurred shadow.The collar under the neck can still vaguely see the gap cut by a sharp weapon, which is dangerous and dangerous, as if someone once wanted to take his life with a gleaming blade.

And the dusty clothes were tattered and looked like a beggar.All over his body, the only thing that can distinguish him from actors and Hanako is his pair of eyes.It's clean, like black mountains and white water, with a half-warm smile inside, embedded in the black and blue eye circles like a water mirror.

And the two clear eyes overflowing from the eyes, after colliding with He Ningwen's eyes, revealed a trace of imperceptible surprise.

"I'm He Ningwen, nice to meet you." He Ningwen stared straight into the man's eyes, and didn't answer his question.In other words, he was delighted with this wonderful opportunity and wonderful situation. As for what the original problem was, it was no longer important to be so polite. "What's your name?"

"What a coincidence..." the man sighed, "I think most people may not be as lucky as me in 500 years, we can get to know each other well."

"I was thinking, how did you come in? Are you pretending to be that beggar?" He Ning asked in surprise.

"Of course it flew in." The man stood up and saluted, and with an insincere smile, he said, "I have long admired your name. My surname is He, and my name is Ningwen. To meet He Shaoxia here is really a result of eight lifetimes of cultivation." Bad luck."