Chapter 69: His family has two (Part 1)

On the morning of the third day, Fang Xin came to Chenliang County. There were many waterways here, just like a spider web. Seeing this, Fang Xin found a boatman. The boat was not big, so he could accommodate three or five people. He asked: "Boatman, go to Feiliyuan, one person and one horse, how much does it cost?"

The boatman saw Qingshan and was very respectful: "This husband, I will be there at about dusk, and there will be a total of 100 people."

One hundred cigarettes are expensive, but they still have to count them. Fang Xin thought about it and said, "Well, I'll take your boat."

The shipman set up a wooden board, first let the horse pass, and then asked Fang Xin to get on the boat, and then began to shake it. The boat passed through the river at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

Fang Xin's eyes fell on both sides of the shore. At this time, the sun was shining. The white clouds in the sky were reflected in the water. The water surface was rippling. On the left was a small forest. On the right bank, the land was open and flat, and the fields were intertwined. From time to time, I saw the farmer's house.

After Fang Xin became a scholar, he could read some geography knowledge and know that Chenliang County is located in the southwest of the empire. The river irrigates the fertile plains and develops a large amount of fertile fields. It is one of the famous granary production areas.

Standing at the height of the boat, you can see the fields, and farmers appear from time to time, forming beautiful patterns. You can't help but feel relaxed and happy, and it is a peaceful and prosperous scene.

From time to time, I saw some ducks and geese, and the plowing ox near the river made low noises from time to time. Fang Xin took out a book and looked at it silently to increase his knowledge.

At noon, the boatman picked up a fresh fish and served it. At the same time, there was some coarse rice. Fang Xin used some. In the afternoon, he continued to sail and had nothing to say.

Until a river, the river channel was narrow and surrounded by bamboo forests, the boatman said, "Mr. I'm here, this is Feili Garden. My husband can go up."

Fang Xin took out a hundred cents at will, gave it to him, and he took the lead.

This place is full of bamboo forests. At this time, the sunset hangs on the treetops, and the sunset reflects red. When the golden sunlight passes through the bamboo forest, the occasional bird calls will only bring a deeper sense of tranquility. Fang Xin passed through the bamboo path and felt surrounded by a green and secluded beauty. The bamboo leaves trembled slightly under the wind, making a "rustling" sound.

This is really a good place. As soon as I left the bamboo forest, I met a person. The man picked up the bamboo stick first. When he saw Fang Xin wearing a blue shirt and holding a horse, he became suspicious and stepped forward and said, "Why did this boyfriend come out from here? This is Mr. He's field and bamboo forest. Idle people are not allowed to come in."

"I'm just about to look for Mr. He. This is Feiliyuan. Yes, that's right. You can lead the way." Fang Xin said.

The man was skeptical and came with him. He didn't have much time to arrive at a side door. Fang Xin reported his name and asked the man to go in and spread the news.

A moment later, the voice came, but a middle-aged man also came out in a blue shirt. Before the person arrived, he smiled and said, "This morning, a magpies fell from the branches. I don't know what happened, but it turned out to be the son of an old friend, my nephew, come in quickly and let me see."

Fang Xin glanced at me and felt that this person was generous and elegant, and his smile was not false. He immediately felt more favorable. He stepped forward and fell to the ground: "I'm here to see my uncle."

"Get up quickly and let me have a good look!" Juren He hurriedly supported him and looked at him very carefully. He saw the fifteenth boy, handsome, calm and elegant. His blue shirt could not cover up his extraordinary talent. He was immediately overjoyed and said, "It really is the style of your father back then."

As he said that, he pulled him in. Fang Xin was not used to this kind of hand-holding, but at this time, this was an intimate move, and he could only accept it. When he entered, he was a garden with a large area and almost a unique feeling of heaven.

The group arrived at a small hall and sat down from the small sandalwood table. The servants naturally presented several fruit spots and served new tea. The color was green. Fang Xin took a sip and was moved. He thought, this kind of tea art is really good. This empire is at its peak, and I guess the tea ceremony will be prosperous. When will I learn more from the master? Even if I can't get points when I go back, I can still have more elegant skills.

Juren He took a sip of tea and saw that he looked respectful but not humble. Sitting there, he naturally had a kind of grace that others could not simulate. This kind of grace seemed casual, unrestrained, and calm. In fact, the young man looked a little handsome, but this kind of celestial figure was almost as deep as a celestial being.

I already liked it a little bit, but although I was a scholar, I didn't know how talented I learned. I thought about it and told him some stories. Fang Xin didn't understand other aspects, but if I wanted to quote the scriptures and classics, there was almost nothing better than others. I answered casually, but the words were simple and profound, and the answers were as flowing.

Of course, through the conversation, Fang Xin also realized that this juren, Uncle He, was originally a scholar-in-law in the county. He passed the scholar-in-law at the age of nineteen and passed the juren at the age of twenty-two. The following year, he was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of twenty-three. Before he passed the imperial examination, he was a generous and free person. When he returned to his hometown, he stopped taking the exam. The county magistrate had intended to make him become an official, but he was rejected.

Over the past decade, studying in the garden has not only grown up the family business, but also become more knowledgeable.

Half an hour later, He Xiang liked the more he looked at it. In the name of cleaning his hands (to the toilet), he ordered to hold a banquet in the evening, use the best specifications, and open it in the inner courtyard, and told his two daughters to attend.

After returning, he talked about poetry and asked: "I know that my nephew is a scholar at the top of the 15th. Even if he is now a scholar, he can be obtained. However, have you ever written some poetry?"

Fang Xin thought for a while, but said: "Now it is not the Han and Tang dynasties. The Taizu of this dynasty set up a great Chu, and his articles are the most important. But my nephew doesn't chant much. After becoming a scholar, he realized that poetry is still the romantic place of literati, so he figured out some of it."

"Okay, can there be any excellent works?"

"I dare not do a good job, but I can only get a poem and a poem under the inspiration!" Fang Xin said modestly.

"Get the pen and ink quickly!" He Xiang said quickly.

If you ask other questions, these are all possible to learn and work. Only poetry shows their talent and writing skills, so Fang Xin naturally copied it. Although he knew that there was no Song in this world, this Tang was not that Tang, so naturally there were no romantic figures from the Song Dynasty. Moreover, there were often poetry exchanges among scholars, and he did not see any works. However, considering the existence of time travelers, he was afraid of hitting a car, so he specially chose a poem that was not too popular to write.

On the white rice paper, meditate while grinding ink, the ink is formed, and the writing is like a spirit, and the elegance is seen between solemnity, and the rules are seen between intentions, but without thinking, it is written in one stroke.

"In the cold day, the clear river leans on the threshold, the light floats over the remaining clouds. The reed shores of the reeds are on the back, and the yellow leaves are set against the lonely flowers. The sails in the sky are faint, the remaining clouds are shared, and the flowing water is endless. When you climb to the ground, the branches of the jade are shimmering, and the wind hood is drunk and slanting.

The good times are good, and the jade-scented fields are filled with wine. If you think of the life of the world, you will lose everything. So, don’t ask if you are drunk from now on, and the white snow will be covered with gauze. You must rely on the magical hands of the gods and immortals to spread the paintings and pictures.”

He Xiang was overjoyed when he saw the first volume. When he read it, he even slapped his knees and said, "What a great work! He is really my nephew. Not to mention a juren, he won the Jinshi."

He immediately passed the banquet and invited his wife and lady to the banquet. However, Fang Xin thought to himself: "Although this author is not as famous as the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, he was also the top scholar at the age of 24. Later, he became a great man who was waiting for the Zhilongtu Pavilion. Of course, he had a talent for Jinshi."

The atmosphere of the Great Chu Empire was only slightly more rigorous than that of the original Tang Dynasty on Earth, but it was limited. At this moment, the wife brought two ladies in. At first glance, she saw two ladies of fifteen or sixteen years old, both of whom were bright eyes and white teeth, and she was extremely beautiful. She just met each other and as soon as she spoke, Fang Xin understood.

My sister He Yao has a charming heart and a beautiful body. She has been influenced by her childhood, but she is charming but not charming but not charming. While my sister He Rong's little dimples on both sides are still innocent and untidy. She should be laughing before she speaks. She is all hairpin rings and skirts and jackets, and the same decorations of the two come in rings and rings.

But no matter what, it is a beauty's baby. Fang Xin was thinking in his heart that he had never seen it on earth before, but he actually saw it more in this world of several squares.

After the ceremony, I went to a banquet. The banquet was delicious food and wine. The people were as beautiful as jade. When I looked down, I saw the fragrant grass and flowers outside the corridor, and the strange rocks and the quiet streams. I felt so happy in my heart. I didn’t know where I was for a moment, so I talked and laughed with everyone, and discussed some articles and allusions and poems.

In ancient times, the wine level was not high, so Fang Xin didn't care, so he drank in large quantities, making him a little drunk.

In fact, in terms of female sex, these two ladies are slightly inferior to the vixen family, but they are alien races. Although Fang Xin does not discriminate against alien races, he also knows that in this world, he will have to have more relationships with him, let alone have fun, but these two ladies are different. So he took advantage of the drunkenness and looked at the two ladies for a moment, and the more he looked at them, the more cute they became.
Chapter completed!