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Volume 2 Chapter 53 Murong Feihan

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    Chapter 53 Murong Feihan

    "Ha, Qian'er, when did you arrive? Why didn't you send someone to notify me?" Murong Feihan said with a smile. It seemed that the relationship between the two of them was very deep. Murong Qian waved her hand and said  : "Let's go in and talk. I've been standing for a long time and my legs are sore"

    Murong Feihan immediately led everyone into the high pavilion. Without saying a word, Murong Feihan followed into the high pavilion. The high pavilion has three floors. The first and second floors have windows, and the third floor is open-air, with only one pavilion.  Stand in the center.

    Everyone followed Murong Feihan up to the third floor. Murong Feihan led the way while smiling and asking Murong Qian. When they reached the third floor, Murong Feihan asked again: "Qian'er, why don't you introduce yourself to me?"  Friends?" He looked at the Lingyun girls.

    Zhang Kuang opened his mouth and said: "I am the one who worships Zhang Ruoxu from the Sage Confucian Academy" Murong Feihan's eyes suddenly moved, and he immediately covered it up, saying: "It turns out to be Zhang Daru, whom I have admired for a long time"

    All the girls announced their names. When Murong Feihan saw Hongyan, his eyes seemed to be a little crazy. Seeing Hongyan's displeased expression, Murong Feihan coughed dryly, changed his eyes, and said to Murong Qian with a smile.  : "Qian'er, please stay here at the Qianzi seats while I go to entertain the other guests"

    The seats on the third floor are divided into eight parts, which are named after the Bagua. This part is naturally the best among the eight seats.  Murong Qian is a princess, and she has a close relationship with Murong Feihan, so there are natural benefits.

    After Murong Feihan walked away, Qingyin and Lingyun looked at Zhang Kuang. Qingyin asked, "How is Murong Feihan doing?"

    He said arrogantly: "Happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color, it's terrible!"

    Although Murong Feihan kept laughing, he did not show the slightest emotion!  Such a secretive character is the most terrifying!  Because you don't know when he will suddenly stab you.

    And in Zhang Kuang¡¯s previous life, he had encountered some such people, and they were all underworld giants.  Zhang Kuang has a ruthless streak, but in terms of insidiousness, he is really not as good as the other giants.

    Although Murong Feihan is only in his twenties, his hidden skills may be even higher than those of Gongsun Liuhou!

    He is indeed a character!

    Everyone arrived at the seats and sat around. Looking around wildly, the high pavilion of Qiuzhilanxiangxuan was filled with flowerpots, with countless flowers on them, such as spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. For some reason, this  The flowers that have gone out of season are still blooming beautifully!

    Most of them are sunflowers, because it is midsummer and sunflowers are growing luxuriantly, followed by orchids and even crabapples.  With so many flowers, I don¡¯t know how much manpower and financial resources it will cost.

    While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

    Zhang Kuang was silent in his heart. Although this has been an unwritten rule for thousands of years, Zhang Kuang still felt a little sad in his heart. Even in a town as big as Guanyue City, there are still a lot of refugees living in the dilapidated and abandoned Nancheng.  inside.

    When Zhang Kuang first arrived, he did hard labor for a month or two, but apart from filling his stomach every day, he had no other thoughts at all.

    Every day, besides porridge, there is still porridge, and I am often so hungry that I can¡¯t sleep in the middle of the night. There are thousands or tens of thousands of such refugee coolies in the abandoned houses in the south of the city.

    But now these people in high positions are admiring flowers, watching dances, and singing every night. How ironic!

    The corners of his arrogant mouth curled up slightly, God's way is unfair, what's the point?  !  Zhang Kuang picked up a cup of wine on the seat and looked around. All of them were aristocratic families in fine clothes. Zhang Kuang couldn't help but think of a poem and slowly chanted: "Du Ling has commoners, but the boss has become careless.   ¡­The wine and meat in the Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road. The prosperity and decline are so close, and the melancholy is difficult to describe again. ¡­I meditate on the unemployed, because I miss the garrison troops far away. Worry leads to Qi Zhongnan, and the cave cannot be broken.¡±

    As Du Fu chanted "Five Hundred Words of Empathy from Beijing to Fengxian County", Zhang Kuang drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, Ling Yun's eyes flashed with strange light, Yan Xiaorou couldn't help but look back at Zhang Kuang, Murong  Qian seemed to understand, but she also vaguely knew that this poem seemed to be scolding those who were well-off and well-off.

    Murong Qian couldn't help but pouted and said: "I didn't provoke you, why are you cursing others in a roundabout way?!"

    Zhang Kuang smiled and shook his head. Without saying anything, Lingyun said: "This poem has neat counterpoints, and it shows a unique emotion of compassion and concern for reality. It is truly a masterpiece!"

    Zhang Kuang smiled and said: "If all living beings could truly be equal in the world, there would be no such poem"

    "We are on the road at the same time, and it is rare for us to have leisure time to watch the flower show, so you should first let go of your saintly feelings of compassion" Qingyin said at the side.

    Zhang Kuang was speechless, feeling like he was laughing or crying, and said: "I'm just expressing myself""Unfair, if everyone has food to eat and everyone has money to spend, what a wonderful world it would be" He couldn't help but think of Wei Xiaobao's words in "The Deer and the Cauldron", "Everyone has food to eat and everyone has money."  Hua, that¡¯s not easy!

    Zhang Kuang is also a free and easy person. He puts aside this troublesome matter and sits alone. The girls admire the famous flowers and laugh from time to time, which makes them very happy.

    They say three women make one play, but now, with six women, it¡¯s two plays!  Zhang Kuang was not interested in the flowers and plants, and was just drinking.  The saying that a pot of wine among flowers can lead to a life of ninety-nine, well, this is an arrogant and random statement.

    Although Zhang Kuang is not a heavy drinker, alcohol is a good thing. Occasionally being intoxicated will make you forget some unforgettable things, even if you are just drunk, but there is relief, which is better than suffering.  .

    He gradually fell in love with wine. This was not about escaping reality, but about giving himself more freedom to indulge.  Zhang Kuang drank a whole cup of wine, but he was still not drunk. With his current body of a medicine man, no matter how strong the wine was, he could only feel it for a moment.

    Zhang Kuang couldn¡¯t get drunk, but Qing Guo could. Qing Guo was currently the closest to Zhang Kuang, and Qing Guo was the only woman Zhang Kuang had ever had a relationship with.

    Qingguo drank with Zhang Kuang, but after only three drinks, Qingguo was already a little drunk. After drinking two more drinks, he fell into Zhang Kuang's arms and fell asleep.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Murong Feihan also appeared on the high pavilion. Everyone couldn¡¯t help but look at him. Although Murong Feihan didn¡¯t make a sound, no matter where he went, he seemed to be the center of everything, and everyone and everyone were there.  Everything will revolve around him, this is the charm of being a high-ranking person!

    Murong Feihan smiled and said loudly: "I am very grateful to you for coming to Xiaohou's flower party today. All of you here are famous people, many of whom are talented and learned people. Since today is a flower appreciation party, why not  Everyone enjoys composing poems to promote their elegance"

    Murong Feihan is the organizer of the flower party, so naturally no one will object. In fact, such a poem does not have to be very good, as long as it is smooth, it is the legendary limerick.

    Reciting poems and writing poems is originally just for entertainment.

    This is also called a drinking order, which means composing a poem. As long as it is similar to the thing it refers to, it will be considered a pass regardless of the intention. Today is a flower party, so the main thing to be chanted will naturally be flowers.

    Someone in the crowd shouted: "The Marquis is the host of this flower party. Naturally, I have to ask the Marquis to write this first poem" This suggestion was immediately caused by the crowd, who all asked Murong Feihan to do it.  Write a poem first.

    Murong Feihan said: "It's hard to deny everyone's kindness. In this case, Xiaohou has shown his shame"

    "The breeze shakes the purple leaves, and the gentle dew blows in the red house. The middle pool is so green, waiting for me to glow red" After thinking for a while, Murong Feihan composed a poem.

    However, Murong Feihan picked up the poem, walked towards Hongyan, and said, "I will give this little poem to Hongyan" Everyone was shocked.

    Murong Qian first looked at Zhang Kuang, then turned to look at Hongyan. Murong Feihan showed his love in this way, which was really surprising. Under the gaze of everyone, Hongyan slowly shook her head: "Thank you Murong.  Mr. Hou, the beauty cannot accept it. The beauty does not know poetry. If you accept it, it will be an insult to Mr. Hou¡¯s beautiful poems"

    Everyone was immediately silent. No one could have imagined that such an extraordinary person as Murong Feihan would be rejected by a woman.

    Such a thing is simply a bolt from the blue.

    Zhang Kuang smiled and drank another glass of wine. Murong Feihan's expression remained unchanged and he just said: "This poem is given to the beautiful girl. I just hope that the beautiful girl can use it as a souvenir, and it is not a waste of our acquaintance"

    Hongyan looked at Zhang Kuang with some embarrassment, but did not look at Murong Feihan's aggressive eyes. She frowned: "Hongyan accepts the good intention of the Marquis, but Hongyan cannot accept it" Hongyan also knows that if she accepts it,  By writing this poem, it was tantamount to announcing that she was willing to accept Murong Feihan, so how could she accept Murong Feihan?

    What she likes is arrogance. Although the two of them had a brief romantic relationship last time just to kill the fake Duanxing, this is something she will never forget in her life.

    In this life, apart from being arrogant, she no longer has any thoughts of getting married.

    Murong Feihan finally changed his expression, but recovered in an instant. Looking at Zhang Kuang, he couldn't help but sigh to himself: "This man's cave endurance is really good. Qin Yaoguang is probably not even half, no, one-tenth of him."  Not as good as¡­¡±
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