Hearing the knock on the door, Ye Qing opened it and saw three scholars. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Please come in!"

The room is not big, but it is more than enough for three people. When one person looked at it carefully, he saw that it was now elegantly decorated and the walls were newly decorated with mulberry paper.

"This is Brother An Min, who is also Tong Sheng and a member of the An family!"

"This is Brother He Mao, Tong Sheng!" The person who introduced him was Yin Zishen, who was also a Tong Sheng but had known each other for some time. At this time, the introduction said: "These two have heard the name of your poem and came here to see you.

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"Don't you dare, Brother An, Brother He, please take a seat." Ye Qing said with a smile and led him to sit on the table. At this time, Qianqian was finishing cleaning up and saluted generously: "Masters, please wait a moment. I will

Go get some tea!"

Just as he said that, Yin Zishen pointed with a smile: "No need to rush, tea is here, wine is here, the boss is really attentive!"

When An Min turned around to look, she saw the boss leading the waiters over with boxes of food, and another waiter coming over making tea. She couldn't help but be surprised.

He Mao smiled and said: "Ye Xiandi wrote three poems in a row. They are all popular poems that can be spread across the county. This building is covered with these three poems. Recently, there have been so many people watching and eating. The boss can't close his mouth with laughter. This is

If you can benefit future generations, what does it mean to be more diligent now?"

As he said this, the boss came in and saluted quickly.

"That's all! What do you want to do with me?" Yin Zishen knocked on the table with the handle of his fan: "We scholars are most afraid of being disturbed when we talk about poetry and Taoism. It's okay, it's getting late, let's serve the food!"

The boss responded and said: "It's almost the beginning of winter, so it's time to serve hot pot."

As he said that, the waiter brought out a hot pot. The charcoal fire was still crackling inside, the soup was boiling, and the meat slices, tripe slices, and beef were soaked in it. The aroma was overflowing.

There is also a pot of mutton, fish fillets, chicken, goose, duck, and beef nearby, which is called the Eight Fresh Pot.

Everyone tasted it with spoons and spoons. It was delicious. The boss smiled and stepped back. When Yin Zishen stepped back, he clasped his hands and said, "It's so delicious, just worthy of Qingshi!"

So he chanted.

All the birds are flying high, and the lone cloud is alone.

I never get tired of seeing each other, only Taipingshan.

He chanted again:

In the words of the emperor, he went up to the mausoleum and returned it in one day.

The ape cries on both sides of the bank are endless, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Yin Zishen's words were clear and crisp, with the sound of gold and stone, and everyone felt relaxed and happy to hear them. He Mao raised his cup and said: "It's a good poem. Each poem is worth a hundred gold. The owner of this building does not have to eat and drink, so he has made a lot of money."

An Min drank a glass and became a little drunker, and smiled: "Ye Xiandi was born as a child at the age of fifteen, and he has such a talent for poetry. Now he is famous in Taiping County. In time, he will be famous throughout the county! Thinking about myself, I only

I want to find a ground drill!"

He spoke so sincerely that everyone laughed.

The group of people continued to drink wine, gradually forgetting their appearance, talking and laughing with each other, and Yin Zishen said: "With Ye Xiandi's talents, I am afraid that in three years, he will be able to win the title in the county examination."

Ye Qing smiled: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Then I heard He Mao say: "Don't listen to his nonsense, Brother Ye Xian, the poems you wrote are really good, but poems cannot be taken as imperial examinations. I think the right way is for you to study the Three Classics and Five Classics seriously."

Now it was time to talk. Ye Qing looked gratefully at this older boy whom he had met for the first time, thought for a moment, and said, "Brother Xian, you are so kind to me. Your words are sincere. How dare I not listen?"

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"Come, let's drink. I hope that in a few years, we can change our identities and be the same as we are today."

The meal lasted until the afternoon, and the three of them left in a drunken state. However, Ye Qing was fine, but broke out in a cold sweat. He opened the window and stared into the distance, staring blankly with a gloomy look on his face.

As the days passed, Ye Qing became absent-minded and fell into deep thinking from time to time.

Ye Qing was unconscious, but Qianqian saw it and felt pain in his heart. He just didn't know how to persuade her. She was just a little maid. Although her master had been kind to her recently, she had no experience in this area.

So in the different thoughts, time passed day by day, and ten days passed before I knew it, and there was only one day left in August.

Ye Qing was not sure on which day the Dragon King's Banquet was to be held, but since it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, he should have posted and confirmed it before August.

This night, Ye Qing woke up from the dream again. He didn't have the intention to get dressed, so he went to the window.

It was still the middle of the night, and the sky was dark. It was raining, sometimes densely and sometimes sparsely. It was either the sound of wind or the sound of rain. It had been raining for several days in a row, and it had no intention of stopping.

Facing the mist on the lake, many thoughts arose in Ye Qing's mind. Ever since he dreamed about the magnificent Qianqian, and then dreamed about the scene of Qianqian being killed, these thoughts kept coming one after another.

While Ye Qing was thinking hard, he heard a voice from behind: "Master..."

Looking back, I was shocked. I saw Qianqian wearing clothes, and her white skin could be faintly seen. She had her arms wrapped around him, and she hugged him gently from behind, and a faint fragrance floated.

There was a delicate touch on their backs, and they were as cool and soft as white jade. Their heartbeats were close to each other. Qianqian was breathing unsteadily, and her body was trembling slightly, but she said seriously: "I can definitely do it..."

The physical touch and the emotional touch made Ye Qing feel warm in his heart, and his chaotic thoughts calmed down: "It's okay, I just had a nightmare, just for the past few days..."

Ye Qing paused and said, "I have traveled across the earth. In these two lives, I have been faced with many difficulties, but even with fear, have I ever had such a nightmare?"

At this moment, I woke up with lightning in my heart, and a kind of enlightenment arose.

The battle of luck is essentially the influence of Qi on people's hearts, especially at asymmetrical levels, which will produce all kinds of fog. I don't know how many outstanding people have made plans, but fell into the so-called "fog of fate". Perhaps

The dawn is only a stone's throw away.

As far as the history of Earth's China is concerned, the so-called heroes who are more than heroes are mostly based on their vision and ability to resist Qi interference.

The most outstanding politicians, no matter what they do, good or bad, pursue their path to the end with extraordinary determination, and do not change their aspirations despite the ups and downs and the turmoil.

Only those who think about fighting will suffer a lot of difficulties. People who don't do anything have no such concerns and can only go with the flow. When disaster strikes, they can just stretch their heads and shrink their heads...

I traveled through time, and although I did things in my previous life, I never fought so hard for luck, let alone the gap now.

Now I am just a child with no luck at all, but I am trying to influence the owner of the eight-hundred-mile Taiping Lake. This is simply an act of defiance. No wonder I am suffering from this backlash!

Ye Qing suddenly understood this thought. Looking out the window again, he saw the mist. He sighed in his heart: "This rain is already a sign, but I don't know it yet."

When the dragon comes to the shore, even if it is controlled extremely well, it will still cause wind and rain.

Seeing that Ye Qing had calmed down, Qianqian stopped talking and lay quietly in his arms. The sound of wind and rain made everything seem peaceful and peaceful.

After a long time, Qian Qian moved. Ye Qing looked over and saw her eyes open with a strange expression, and asked: "What's wrong?"

Qianqian shook her head and said: "No, I fell asleep just now and had a dream..."

Seeing Ye Qing waiting for her to continue, Qianqian smiled: "I dreamed it... I won't tell you!"

Ye Qing smiled: "I also had a dream. Let me tell you. You tell me too. How about we exchange it?"

Qianqian was about to agree, but suddenly recalled something, her face turned red and she said, "No, I won't say it!"

Ye Qing couldn't help but laugh, picked her up and put her on the outer bed: "Go to sleep, don't think too much, you are tired these days, I have to wait and think about things."

Qianqian responded, looking at his gentle eyes, she felt particularly peaceful in her heart, so she closed her eyes and felt him go away. Gradually, she became firm in her heart and murmured: "Master, if you treat me like this, even if

It's just like in the dream, Qianqian doesn't regret it anymore."

Ye Qing did not hear this sentence at this time. He slowly walked to the window and stared at his luck again.

Over the past few days, the white air has filled the air and gradually taken shape. Some of it was obtained during these days when I wrote poems by myself and made friends with scholars.

But these are far from enough to achieve the status of a scholar, and can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

Restaurant

The sky was dark, and someone came in. The waiter squinted to see clearly. He saw a middle-aged man, wearing green clothes, with a green color on his face, and a faint light shining in his pupils, which looked a little weird.

However, the visitor was a guest, so he smiled quickly and said: "Sir, please come in. Do you want to have a meal or stay in a hotel?"

"Eat!" The middle-aged man said and threw away a piece of gold. This was heavier than what Ye Qing gave him last time. There were ten taels, and it included accommodation and meal expenses at that time. But this man's tone was more serious.

Da: "If you have any good dishes, just bring them over, and I'll reward you with any extra ones!"

After hearing this, the waiter smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed and he said, "Thank you for the reward, sir! Please go upstairs!"

As he said this, he went upstairs. It was relatively late at night and there were no guests anymore, but the waiter still lit the lamps one by one, lighting up the entire third floor. Then he bowed and said, "Sir, take a seat first. The food will be served immediately. People are here now."

Young Master, I will call the singer for you."

Prices in this world are stable. Even if it is luxurious, a seat is only two or three taels of silver. Although these ten taels of silver are rewarded to the clerk, he will not get so much unless he runs away immediately, but even so, he still has at least one tael of income.

There is no reason why he is not diligent.

Immediately, I notified the boss and the kitchen. After a while, the boss himself came in with the dishes and smiled.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was looking intently at the poems on the screen and the wall. When the boss came over, he pointed and asked, "Whose poem is this?"

"Hey, it's the work of Mr. Ye. He lives in our hotel now. It's like the stars in the sky have come down to earth. At the age of fifteen, he was lucky enough to be born in a childbirth. He also wrote these three poems in one breath. According to the scholars, they are all

Green poetry!" As he said this, the boss put the dishes on the table and said, "I don't know what green poetry is, but thanks to him, my business is much better."
Chapter completed!