Chapter 009 Youfeng Qiuhuang

"Dear guest, what kind of wine would you like to drink?" It seemed to be a little uncomfortable by my eyes. A slight flash of unhappiness flashed in the eyes of the NPC beauty, but it was fleeting.

"Selder, I seem to know why Sister Suqin is so violent to you now." Junxin's concubine also pouted and said, "I'm still by your side. Don't be afraid of my jealousy when you stare at the beautiful woman like this."

"Khan, it's not what you think." I hurriedly explained, "Have you seen her ID?"

"I see it." Junxin looked at the NPC beauty carefully and said doubtfully, "Zhuo Wenjun, what's wrong?"

"Dizzy, don't tell me you don't know who Zhuo Wenjun is." I have a pain in my stomach,

"Why should I know her?" Your concubine looked at me puzzledly,

"I'm convinced." I said depressedly, "Zhuo Wenjun is the most legendary woman in history. You don't know."

"I'm not studying Chinese." Junxin concubine said with a smile, "Senior, why don't we come to the two altars of daughter red first? While drinking, you can tell me the story of this girl. It's also very interesting to say it in this way. Um... It's a little like [cooking wine on beauty]."

"It is estimated that if Cao Cao knew that you changed [Qingmei Cooking Wine on Heroes] so randomly, he would definitely jump out of the coffin." I couldn't help smiling, and then turned around and said politely to Zhuo Wenjun, "Miss Zhuo, please give us two good daughters."

"Please wait a moment." Zhuo Wenjun, dressed in cloth, agreed and went back to get the wine.

"Se-sor, what's the story of Zhuo Wenjun?" The wine came up, and the concubine took a sip and asked curiously,

"This story is actually quite old-fashioned... Well, do you know Sima Xiangru?" I asked,

"Sima Xiangru." Junxin's concubine was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Sima Xiangru is an outstanding representative in the history of Chinese culture and literature. He is a great writer and an outstanding politician in the period of Emperor Wudi of the Western Han Dynasty. His representative work is Zi Xu Fu. The works are rich in words and magnificent in structure, making him a representative writer of Han Fu. Lu Xun's "Han Literature" In the Outline of History, it is pointed out that the literati in the era of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty were Mo Ruo Sima Xiangru, and Wen Mo Ruo Sima Qian.

"Damn it, you know so clearly." I suddenly opened my eyes wide,

"Hey hey." Junxin's concubine smiled and said with some embarrassment, "I found it in Qiandu Qiankeli."

"Oh, it's too dishonest." I smiled and explained to Junxin's concubine, "To put it simply, Sima Xiangru was a very awesome literati in the Han Dynasty. At the most glorious time, it was said that an "Fu" could sell a thousand taels of gold."

"Dizzy, the money of the Han Dynasty is so easy to make." Junxin's concubine opened her eyes wide,

"That's just after Sima Xiangru made his fortune. Before he made his fortune, he was as poor as many bitter Internet writers now." I said,

"Well... But what I want to hear is the story of Zhuo Wenjun. Why are you talking about him?" Junxin asked puzzledly,

"Because he is Zhuo Wenjun's husband." I smiled and said, "In fact, many people know that Sima Xiangru is very good at writing, but his best thing is to pick up girls... It can be said that this guy is a model for my generation."

"Oh." Your concubine's eyes lit up,

"At the beginning, Sima Xiangru entered the court as an official, but the emperor valued martial arts over literature, so he resigned and went home. Although he was talented, his talent could not be eaten. Almost when he was about to starve to death, he found Wang Ji, the magistrate of Linqiong County at that time." I said vividly, "Sima Xiangru had heard about it before. I heard that the local richest man [Zhuo Wangsun] had a daughter. He thought that as long as he hooked up, he would at least have no worries about food and clothing in the future, so he made a wonderful plan with Wang Ji."

"It's too bad." Junxin's concubine curled her lips and hummed,

"Yes." I also agreed and said, "In fact, this plan is also very simple. Wang Ji pretends not to know Sima Xiangru and is very respectful to him. Every day, he takes a large number of people to visit him with a heavy salute, but Sima Xiangru pretends to be 13, while Wang Ji goes there every day and is very happy."

"I understand. It's obviously a hype to raise your own price." Your concubine has keenly found the key to things,

"Yes." I laughed and said, "After all, Wang Ji is a local county magistrate, and his every move usually attracts a lot of attention. This matter has lasted for a long time, and the news has been widely spread. Then Zhuo Wenjun's father, Zhuo Wangsun, is equivalent to the current boss of private enterprises. He is thinking about what the guests the county magistrate should respect, so he also He was very curious about Sima Xiangru and held a banquet at home to entertain Wang Ji and Sima Xiangru.

"Sima Xiangru will go this time." Your concubine frowned and said,

"Here, it is said that it was very lively when the treat was on that day. Including the county magistrate, officials and entrepreneurs of all sizes came, but Sima Xiangru said that he was sick and could not go to the banquet." I said,

"Oh, I think this is a want to be captured." Your concubine sneered,

"No, that's right." I nodded and said, "Originally, I didn't invite the guest when the accompanying guests arrived. This is a practice of great respect for the guests. However, if the main guests don't come, how embarrassing it is for Zhuo Wang Sun Bie. As soon as the magistrate of Wang saw that the momentum was almost done, he came to invite Sima Xiangru again. Here, Sima Xiangru saw that everyone was so enthusiastic and twisted. It's coming."

"Hypocrisy." Junxin's concubine curled her lips and said,

"Although hypocritical, Sima Xiangru is handsome and really talented. The conversation at the banquet almost shocked all the guests. The county magistrate of Wang did not forget the ultimate purpose of Sima Xiangru to pick up girls. Therefore, when the banquet was held at **, he took the initiative to take out a piano and let Sima Xiangru play a song."

"The phoenix returned to his hometown and traveled all over the world to ask for his emperor. At that time, he had never met him and had nothing to do. He Wu Jinxi Shengsi Hall. There was a gorgeous lady in the boudoir, and the room was poisonous to my intestines. Why did he cross his neck as a mandarin duck, and Hu Jieying flew together." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, "Well, this is the famous "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" that has been passed down through the ages."

"It's a pity that this is what happened to a popular phoenix." Junxin asked with regret, "Then Zhuo Wenjun promised him like this."

"Yes." I laughed and said, "The previous hype has made Zhuo Wenjun know the height of Sima Xiangru. At this banquet, she hid behind and saw Sima Xiangru's appearance, and then saw that this guy was really talented, so she secretly promised."

"Well, this really echoes the old saying." Junxin said unhappily, "The pervert is not terrible, but I'm afraid that the pervert is educated."

"So, if you want to pick up girls, you have to read more." I also laughed and said,

"No, since Zhuo Wenjun's heart secretly promised, Sima Xiangru should enjoy glory and wealth after marrying her." Junxin pointed to the busy NPC Zhuo Wenjun and said, "How can she be here?"

"Although Sima Xiang is talented, he is similar to a modern loser. He has no house and no car. His parents don't want to marry his daughter to him." I made a joke and said, "Zhuo Wenjun is also cruel enough. It doesn't matter if her father doesn't agree. She ran to Sima Xiangru all night. The two of them were tender and decided to elope. In this way, they opened a small hotel to make a living. Here, this is the more famous allusion in history [selling alcohol]."

"Speer, you mean... this small wine shop is opened by their husband and wife." Junxin looked around and said, "But I didn't see Sima Xiangru."

"It should be an official in the dynasty." I speculated, "It is said that after marrying Zhuo Wenjun, the emperor saw Sima Xiangru's "Zi Xu Fu" and reused him. I am not very clear about the specific situation."

"Miss Zhuo, a big happy event, a big happy event." As we were talking, the horse's hoofs sounded outside the wine shop. A short-dressed man quickly walked in with a letter in his hand. As he walked, the man shouted, "Your father-in-law entrusted someone to bring the letter."

"There is a messenger." After all, Zhuo Wenjun is a lady. Although she is also extremely happy, she is not rude. He is a blessing to the messenger and said lightly,

"Miss Zhuo, please forgive me." The messenger was a little flustered and said, "I heard that your father-in-law is deeply trusted by the emperor and has been ranked among the three princes. Maybe this letter is to let Miss Zhuo go to the capital to reunite. Hey hey, Miss Zhuo should take more care of the villain in the future."

"This is natural." Zhuo Wenjun's eyes were full of joy, but his face was indifferent and said politely,

"Well, heart, it seems that... there is a task." After Zhuo Wenjun opened the letter paper, his happy face suddenly darken, and I said keenly,

"Mission, what task." Junxin turned her head and looked at me puzzledly: "Is it escorting Zhuo Wenjun to the capital?"

"Of course not." I deliberately shook my head inexplicably, and then came to Zhuo Wenjun with my concubine and whispered, "Miss Zhuo, we are martial artists in the mainland. What can I do for you?"

"The distinguished guests come from afar, and Wen Jun is just a mountain village woman. Don't say that there is nothing to do. Even if there is something to do, how dare you work hard for the distinguished guests." Zhuo Wenjun's face was bloodless, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Miss Zhuo's words are heavy." I pointed to the letterhead that had not yet been put away in her hand and said faintly, "Your father-in-law is thousands of miles away to send you a letter. If Miss Zhuo wants to reply, you might as well give it to me. As a martial artist, my speed is always faster than those messengers... Well... If it is late, it will change."

Hearing what I said, Zhuo Wenjun's eyebrows were slightly restrained: "Isn't it possible that the guest officer has also heard any news?"

"Ok, that's right." I nodded. As far as I know, after Sima Xiangru developed, like all men, he had a messy mind.

"In this case, Wenjun will not hide it from the distinguished guests." Zhuo Wenjun sighed slightly and slowly unfolded the letter. The big words on it were full of fog: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one hundred, thousands, ten thousand,

"Se-sor, what does this mean?" Junxin's concubine turned around and looked at it several times. She turned her head and asked me,