Chapter 69 The third incarnation of tens of millions of scholars

Mr. Mingyue said, "'The shadow is slanting and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk.' Hey, Liuxiang in the dark night, that's not how your name comes from.

Liu Xiang snorted in the dark night, "It's not! Miss Ben disdains your sour and rotten Confucian literature.

Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "I heard that our Miss Xiang's poems and books are Yile Chunqiu, and there are hundreds of families that can do everything. This is the poem of Lin Fu, a great hermit of the lonely mountain."

Liuxiang sneered in the dark night: "I've seen it. What's the big garlic?"

Mr. Mingyue was stunned, and the color ring didn't understand it.

Liu Xiang pointed to the dark night and said, "Ok! What do you think a group of people over there are looking at?

Mr. Mingyue and Cai Huaner looked along the fragrant fingers in the dark night. Sure enough, they saw a large group of people pointing around a big stone, and Lin Fu's poem was engraved on it.

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly, but Cai Huaner chanted in a man's voice: "Zhongfang shook down and occupied all the amorous feelings to the garden. The sparse shadow is slanting and the water is clear and shallow, and the dark fragrance floats at dusk. The frost bird wants to steal the eyes first, and the pink butterfly is like breaking the soul. Fortunately, there is a slight chanting that can be used together, and there is no need for the sandalwood board to share gold. Tut, Sister Xiang, my brother is praising you!"

Liu Xiangqi said in the dark night, "What are you praising me for?"

Cai Huaner smiled and said, "Praise you, 'Zhongfang shakes down alone', hehe, my brother's praise is really obscure."

Mr. Mingyue shouted in his heart that I didn't praise you. He only said against his heart, "Oh, it's a pity that our talented girl can't hear it at all. It's lamentable and sighing."

Liuxiang's face turned red in the dark: "Who is like you, just dress up as a poor scholar, and he also likes to export. If you don't know, you think it's the son of a scholarly family."

Mr. Mingyue secretly said that everyone happened to be paired with everyone's boudoir, but he was separated by you, but how could he say it? He only said lightly, "I'm grateful to the girl's praise, and I'm extremely happy. I specially invited two people to move gently and have a drink by the lake. What's so lucky?"

The fragrance left in the dark night and the colorful ring sighed in unison: "It's so sour, it's sour."

Mingyue Gongzi was happy and didn't care. The most regret was that he didn't shake the folding fan at hand and wave his head to lead the way. At night, Liuxiang couldn't wait to kick the sour scholar down the West Lake.

The three walked to the big stone engraved with Lin Fu's poems, and Mr. Mingyue's heart moved. How could so many people gather to see poetry and calligraphy on this snowy day? Aren't they all nerds? So he stopped and looked out of the crowd, and couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that everyone was not appreciating poetry and calligraphy, but a notice on the big stone, which was stamped with the seal of Hangzhou County, which can also be regarded as a yellow list official document.

The two women also saw that they were wondering that the West Lake Lonely Mountain is a place for tourists from all directions to visit. The official list is not posted on the edge of the gate. What is the purpose of pasting the lonely mountain?

Mr. Mingyue looked carefully and couldn't help but be shocked. On it, Zhu Hong's big words suddenly wrote a reward for the assassination of the main criminal: the big thief jade-faced man, the crime: stealing the silver of the treasury, robbing the local rich, burning, killing and looting the people's daughter, and doing all kinds of evil. Hearing this villain dressed up as a jade-faced scholar, he liked to swim in fireworks and wine, and spending money like earth. If there is any whereabouts of passers-by, inform the government.

These are all right. Only the portrait of the jade-faced Langjun makes Mr. Mingyue very embarrassed. From a distance, it is a little similar to his dress, and it is also a scholar's dress. Fortunately, the portrait of the jade-faced Langjun is very handsome, but it looks like a woman's mask, and the mask of Mr. Mingyue at this time is not big It's the same, otherwise Mr. Mingyue will stand in front of him and look like him.

Forgive this, Liuxiang smiled at the colorful ring in the dark and said, "Look, from the back, does your brother look like the court in that painting."

When everyone heard the guidance, they looked at it, but they didn't look like it. They couldn't help laughing. Mr. Mingyue whispered bitterly and said, "Hey, what are you two laughing about? The melon field doesn't accept it, and Li Xia doesn't take the crown. If they really misidentified me, won't they die unjustly?"

Liu Xiang said with a smile in the dark night, "That's good. I can't wait to put you in a water prison and enjoy a new taste."

The color ring clapped his hands and smiled, "Who dares to take my brother!" I haven't heard of many masters in the six doors. They are all eagles and dogs of the imperial court.

Mr. Mingyue's index finger booed, "There are many people here. You two are really lawless. Although we are not afraid, we have shocked the government. Isn't it dragging down the journey? It's very troublesome."

Liuxiang sneered and said, "Well, you really think you are a jade-faced man. The master is not afraid. You are still worried about this fake girl. Hey hey, do you have any parents' handsome?"

Mr. Mingyue was stunned, looked at the list and said with a smile, "He is a flower picker. Naturally, he is romantic and handsome, and he is very handsome. He is still a beautiful woman without dressing up as a scholar."

Liuxiang said coldly in the dark, "How do you know that he is a flower picker? I didn't read it. It is the work of a chivalrous thief to rob the government to rob the rich and rob the rich to help the poor."

Mr. Mingyue was unwilling to be compared with a portrait and sneered, "Don't you see the words behind that the robbery of the people's daughter is all evil? Besides, with his appearance, hey, he must be a flower picker."

Mr. Mingyue turned around and suddenly was stunned. He saw that the woman in red he had just met in Fangheting also come here at some time. He looked at himself with a smile. There seemed to be a faint anger on the corners of his eyebrows. Mr. Mingyue had to smile at her, but he couldn't help but secretly observe the fragrance of the dark night.

The lady-like woman in red only smiled and said, "I was just in the crane pavilion. When I saw your back, I really thought it was this jade-faced man on the painting, which shocked my concubine."

Mr. Mingyue muttered, "I'm shocked by the girl. I'm so sorry. I went back to change my clothes so as not to be mistaken."

Liu Xiang said in the dark night, "Is that right? No matter how you dress up, you can't compare with the man in the painting. People who don't know think that you deliberately want to swagger through the market and hide people's eyes.

The redwood woman said generously, "Why do I have to compete with Mai Mang as soon as I come here? It's not the little woman's right. The little woman is polite."

Mr. Mingyue bowed hurriedly and said with a wry smile, "How dare you? It's just that the little boy on the crane pavilion has also misled the wife. I'm really ashamed."

Liu Xiangliu raised his eyebrows in the dark night, hating that he dared to call someone else's wife in front of him, punched him, and said coldly, "Are you mistaken for a white lady? Have a big dream of Qingqiu. Hey, you said you were going to invite us to drink. If you miss the White Lady again, we will leave, so as not to disturb your elegance, hum."