I heard that Quan Xiang wants to be good [rebirth]

Old things in the past, Shu Changyu has already thought about it thousands of times.Looking at it now, it's just an ordinary past event, like reading other people's stories, it's hard to make any waves in my heart.

Before he woke up, Jing Mu had already sent someone to kill Fan Yu'an and put him in prison.Even his father, who was the magistrate, was escorted back to Beijing with his family.

Shu Changyu didn't even see the magistrate Fan at that time, so he lightly ordered his family to be killed.

It's evened out now.

With just one glance, Shu Changyu stood upright on the spot, his fingers were still cold, but his face was warm: "Mr. Fan."

Fan Yu'an asked him with a smile: "What is Mr. Shu San doing here? Why don't you take a seat quickly?"

"I was by the river just now and saw some greenery on the side of the house here." Shu Changyu swept his eyes and said. "I heard that Mr. Zhou is fond of willows, so he moved some from Jiangnan. I'm arty, and I happen to have this hobby, so I came to enjoy it privately." Speaking of this, he paused and smiled. "The golden silk willow in this courtyard is common in the south of the Yangtze River. This is the first time I have seen someone raise it in Beijing."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Fan Yuan a chance to chat, so he raised his hand and said, "It's almost time for the banquet, so it's inconvenient to stay here. Mr. Fan, why don't you join us?"

Fan Yu'an smiled and nodded, then followed the direction he led, and walked forward with him.

"I wonder if Fan is thinking too much," Fan Yu'an said with a smile. "Fan wants to make friends with Young Master Shu, but Young Master Shu doesn't seem to like seeing Fan very much."

Of course I don't want to see you.Even if you do anything else in this life, I will be the first to kill you.

On the surface of Shu Changyu, he was like a spring breeze: "It is true that you are thinking too much. I am tired and lazy, and I treat everyone like this. I hope Mr. Fan will not be offended."

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands towards Fan Yu'an without turning his head, and went to sit beside Dai Wenliang.

"What happened to you just now?" Dai Wenliang leaned over and asked.

Shu Changyu's face remained unchanged: "Sudden abdominal pain, just go for convenience."

Dai Wenliang nodded when he heard the words: "No wonder it took so long..." After speaking, he took out a pear from the plate on the other side of his desk and handed it to Shu Changyu. "This is delicious! I heard it was brought from the Western Regions, it's very sweet!"

Shu Changyu took the pear dumbfounded: "I have it here too."

He glanced to the other side of himself, and it turned out to be the No. [-] Lang Zhan Qun who reminded himself to answer when the emperor appointed him as the young master on the day of the Qionglin Banquet.

Shu Changyu took a bite of the pear slowly, and it was really sweet.He greeted Zhan Qun with a smile: "Mr. Zhan."

Zhan Qun was not good at words, seeing him greet him, he immediately smiled shyly, with dimples on his cheeks: "Hello, Mr. Shu."

Now there are seven or eight people at the banquet.Shu Changyu's top scholar in high school has long been famous for his talent.Now seeing him sitting at the table, many people got up and left the table to come to greet him and chat with him.

Shu Changyu is also impatient with socializing with others.But the literati are all very proud, and would rather be killed and hacked than face shame.Even though Shu Changyu was powerful in his previous life, he still suffered from the literati, and in the end, these literati and eunuchs joined forces to get rid of him in the palace.

The King of Hades is easy to see, but the imp is hard to deal with.Therefore, even if Shu Changyu's heart is higher than the sky, he dare not neglect these people.

He was already in a bad mood, but after socializing, he felt depressed and irritable.Dai Wenliang next to him looked like he was watching a show, and he whispered admiration, watching him deal with it.

When the banquet was about to start, the people around Shu Changyu dispersed.He raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and took a sip of tea, and whispered to Dai Wenliang, who was blushing at himself, "Seeing that you usually scold them happily, why are you so happy to see them today?"

Dai Wenliang said as it should: "They are here to bother you, not me. I find it interesting that they bother you." Speaking of this, he still laughed.

Shu Changyu glanced at him and said nothing, just when Dai Wenliang turned his eyes away, he threw his pear pit into Dai Wenliang's wine cellar.

Zhan Qun, who was on the other side of the church, turned pale with fright: "Master Shu, you..."

With a smile on his face, Shu Changyu picked up a pear from the plate on his desk, handed it to Zhan Qun, and interrupted him: "This pear is very sweet, Mr. Zhan, try it?"

This day, when the water was flowing, the cup in the water was the first to stop in front of Dai Wenliang.

Dai Wenliang couldn't read all the characters, so he naturally chose the former between drinking and composing.In the eyes of everyone, Dai Wenliang picked up the wine cup without hesitation, and saluted the people around him with a smile, as proud as a general about to go to war.

He held it up to drink, but the expression on his face froze.

He stared at the cup, his expression paused.After a while, the smile on his face froze, and he put Na Jue back tremblingly.

"I..." He looked at the puzzled expressions of the scholars around him, paused, then smiled uglier than crying, and stammered. "I'd better... write poetry."

His words can be regarded as shocking.

Those who came to participate in the Qushui Banquet of Mr. Wednesday included scholars from all over the country who came to the capital this year, and there were also many Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou who hang out in the same place every year.

Those scholars don't know Dai Wenliang, but these young masters know him best—Dai Wenliang, a bastard who can't read big characters, was forced to come to a banquet before, and he would rather drink to death by the river than read a line of poetry of.

What now...

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one spoke, let alone applauded.Only this man-made river was left, rushing past everyone.

Shu Zhang Yu burst out laughing.

Ahead, Mr. Zhou hurriedly smoothed things over, and asked the big bastard a simple question: "Mr. Dai wants to use a poem as a quotation. It is really great! Today is spring in full bloom, why not use this spring as the theme and write a quatrain."

If it were other literati, they would have to pose some difficult problems to show off to everyone.Either stick to the rhyme, or settle down, or even encourage this person to write a first fu for everyone to taste together.

But now these Wing Chun quatrains have stumped Dai Billiteracy.

"Chun...chun..." Dai Wenliang cursed in his heart.What a good poem to write this spring!It's just that the birds are singing and the grass is green, and the sun is so big that people are disturbed. What is there to sing about!

After a while, his face blushed, and he uttered a sentence: "...Chun Mian doesn't know it." He forgot the next sentence.

During the dinner, there were faint snickers.

On Wednesday, Young Master hurriedly came out to smooth things over again, saying: "Young Master Dai, you have to compose this poem by yourself, and those who recite the poems of the predecessors are not counted."

Do it yourself?Dai Wenliang is afraid that he won't even be able to pick up the wisdom of his predecessors.

At this moment, Shu Changyu smiled lightly and said, "If you can't do it, that's all. Mr. Dai is a military officer who protects the family and the country. How can he sing poetry? Mr. Dai doesn't have to force himself, so he poured this glass of wine Drink it." After speaking, he picked up the wine bar on his desk and handed it to Dai Wenliang.

Even if you want to tease him, you should do it in moderation, don't really insult the face of Mr. Dai.

Even though the stubble had been exposed, Dai Wenliang still sat down and gave him a sharp look: "My boy, you are really good at teasing people!"

Shu Changyu looked quite innocent and grinned at him.

This day's banquet ended at noon.

Although I sat down from the beginning to the end, the exchange of poems was still laborious.Shu Changyu is weak and feels tired before the banquet is over.When everyone was about to leave, he got up and said goodbye to Young Master Wednesday.

When he turned around to leave, he felt someone reaching out and holding him.He turned around, and it was that Fan Yu'an again.

"Is Shu Saburo free tonight?" He smiled. "Where is the pleasure of reciting poems and drinking? Mr. Huang ordered a table of wine and food at Xiancuilou, can Shu Saburo give me some face?"

"I'm really sorry." Shu Changyu was tired at this time, and he didn't even have a smile, so he refused. "Shu is tired, so I won't bother you."

When Fan Yuan heard the words, the smile on his face was even worse: "Coincidentally. I don't want to join in the fun, and I am planning to go back to my residence. A few days ago, I just got a good pair of chess pieces. I heard that Sanlang is good at chess. It's like making a move." Let's talk about two rounds?"

Shu Changyu could only sneer.

In Fan Yu'an's two lifetimes, the way of wooing people has really not changed at all, without any creativity.

I only hate that he was innocent back then, and really regarded this companion who drank, played chess, and wrote poems and discussed Taoism together as a close friend.

"Mr. Fan." He simply stopped, looked him up and down, and said sarcastically. "It is said that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Shu also thinks so deeply, and does not want to have a deep friendship with the young master. I also hope that when Mr. Fan interacts with others, he will pay more attention to the eyes of others, and don't let people speak too clearly."

Even Fan Yu'an was embarrassed when he heard his words.

"I...someone is just Guan Saburo with a strong character, like a graceful bamboo, and is different from everyone in the world, so..."

Same rhetoric.

"Shu Mou bids farewell." After Shu Chang made a metaphor, he turned around and left without even paying attention to the ceremony.

The stupidity he committed in his previous life because he didn't know people clearly, how could he live in another life and still repeat the same old mistakes?

When he got into the carriage, he was still exhausted and irritable, and faintly missed Jing Mu—not to mention other things, he was dealing with people in the world all day long, and only when he taught and taught with Jing Mu could he have a moment of peace.

Shu Changyu was taken aback, and was taken aback by his own thought—for no reason, what did I want Jing Mu to do?

"Change the direction." He frowned, opened the curtain of the carriage and ordered. "Go to Yongning Lane in the north of Qinglong Street."

The coachman dared not to obey, and hurriedly drove the carriage there according to the master's wishes.

When Shu Changyu got off the car, there was a small wine shop with a wine flag hanging in the alley in front of him, not even a signboard.

When he had nothing to do or was upset in his previous life, he would come to this wine shop to drink.The Qiulubai brewed by him is mellow but not intoxicating, and has the effect of calming the mind and nerves.

Qinglong Street was not spacious in the first place, and once the Shu family's carriage stopped at the intersection of the streets and alleys, it took up a large area of ​​the road.Shu Changyu didn't bring such a big show when drinking in his previous life, so he got out of the car and told the driver: "You go back first. This place is not far from the house, I will walk back by myself later."

The coachman looked at the somewhat gloomy sky worriedly, and asked for persuasion.

Shu Changyu was impatient, he waved his hand to let him go back, then turned around and entered the restaurant.