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By the rainy pool, I saw the gurgling water in the pool, which made me feel cool and cool. There is a big pavilion opposite the rainy pool, with three large characters written by Meng Gongting, and two columns of the poem "How can you look up to the mountains? Just bow to the Qing Fen" and signed by "Shili". The poem was written by Li Bai missed Meng Haoran. Liang Feng was inscribed in the temple all the way. He had too high vision and could not even look down on him. Only the two sentences in this pavilion have a chic and vigorous brushwork, floating in the wind, and have a fairy spirit. He couldn't help but praise "Good characters, good characters". Two illiterate next to him, with white eyebrows and red eyes poking them, without any cleverness at all, and could not answer the words at all. Liang Feng exclaimed twice, but no one responded, and felt a little bored, and he heard the noise behind him, and one person said loudly: "Good characters, good characters, what's the good things?"

Liang Feng turned around and saw a messy group of people coming down the mountain path. It seemed that they were about to rest in the pavilion. Among the people, there were old monks, children, healthy servants, and a large number of little girls. Two of them held a pink woman and turned sideways and walked slowly. There were three or four men in front of them, and everyone had flowers on their heads. One of them was a little older man in green robe carrying a girl in light yellow clothes, and the other two were about the same age as Liang Feng, walking side by side. At this time, the trend of visiting prostitutes was the most prosperous, and the literati were romantic, which made people praise it. It was not surprising that this group of people should be taking prostitutes for autumn outings.

The person in front strodes alone, smiling happily, it seems that he was asking. The man was wearing clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand in the cold weather. He was probably in his twenties, not much older than himself. He was quite mature in his temperament, handsome, tall and burly, as if he was very energetic.

The man approached and saw that Liang Feng was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was a little surprised and bowed, "Little brother, you say this word is good. Please give me some advice if you are good!" After saying that, he laughed and turned around, and others laughed. Liang Feng also gave a greeting: "I just rested here just now. Looking at this word, Yan Ou is used as his muscles and bones, Wei and Jin demeanor, and it is also a regular script. The pharaoh is very good and handwritten. I think it was the author's happy work at that time, and it looked extremely elegant, so I praised it twice."

The man shook the fan symbolically and shook it twice, and smiled, "I have a good eye, do you know who wrote it?"

"You."

"Well, how do you know it's me?" the man said in amazement.

"It would be strange if you didn't look like you." Liang Fengxin said. But he changed to Fu's mysterious appearance and said, "Intuition."

"Intuition? What is intuition?"

"It's the sixth sense."

"The sixth sense? What is the sixth sense?" The man was stunned and swallowed and asked again.

"It's a magical feeling, you know the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, don't you?" Liang Feng asked him with a smile.

"I know, so what?"

"Can you find the sixth flavor?"

"That's right... it seems that I can't find it." The honest comrade replied.

"It hurts, itchy, sore, swelling and numb. Can you find the sixth one?"

······(Speechless)

"Haha, do you see it? This is the sixth sense!" After that, Liang Feng smiled irresponsibly.

"But you haven't explained it yet!" The boy said in confusion and pain.

"Wu, brother, the word "Wu" is the most important thing, I can't help you!" Liang Feng said earnestly.

The people next to him were impatient when they saw the two endless people. The old monk came over and stood up his chest with one palm and gestured, "Amitabha, the two Tan Yue can't do it, but my legs are sore. Let's go in and rest and talk about it?" Everyone said, "Extremely, let's talk about it later."

At this time, the girl who was supported by two little girls, Tingting Niao Niao walked over and said, "Zhang Dalang was so happy that he didn't know why when he heard others praise him, so he couldn't care about us. Anyway, I don't care about it anymore, my feet hurt so much. If you don't go up, I'll go." After that, he raised his foot and stepped towards the pavilion with the help of the girl.

Zhang Lang turned his head and browsed and said angrily: "Don't argue, this little brother is extremely cognizable. It's rare to know the soulmate, so I'm too lazy to talk to you." After that, he turned around and grabbed Liang Feng's arm and walked and smiled: "I'm lucky to meet, sit together, sit together."

When they entered the pavilion, everyone sat down, while the servants stood outside the pavilion to serve. However, the two little girls, who were crooked and the two little girls did not leave. The girl sat down and immediately raised her feet and kept rubbing her, and scolded her: "You unethical Zhang Dalang, I don't know what you said to your mother. I have to make my family like this. I will close the door to recuperate when I go back today and will never see you again." After that, she continued rubbing her feet, frowned in pain.

Liang Feng thought to himself that it was indeed a brothel woman. Looking at her feet again, I knew that it was just a short time when foot binding was bound. At this time, the trend of foot binding was not strong, and ordinary women from good families had not yet touched this thing, so it was limited to a very small number of brothel women in the trial stage. The theory of foot binding began in the Tang Dynasty, and it was a means for singers to spontaneously modify their feet in order to dance beautifully and kick skirts. In modern times, there is a legend that the small and beautiful feet of Xiao Zhou of the Southern Tang Dynasty were due to foot binding. Some brothels were favored by the guests and forced women with small potential to wrap their feet tightly and sharply to look for freshness. The aesthetics of men were not as perverted as they later, and they had to wrap them into three inches before they were called golden lotus. So although it was foot binding, it was just tight and straight, and it was not as broken as the bones.

But it is enough for these few women to suffer. The madam in front of her was bewitched by Zhang Hui, thinking that Xiangzhou is also a big prefecture and needs to gain a reputation for being romantic, so she has been forced to pester for half a month, but she can't adapt. It hurts! It hurts too much!

Liang Feng glanced at Zhang Lang with a squinted look, and he felt very despised. He was not old, so why did he do this? But Zhang Lang was quite satisfied with the trend of leadership. He swayed his head and smiled, "You don't understand. This is passed down by the ancestors of your line. Du Mu has a poem saying, 'The discretion of the fine ruler is about four minutes, and the slender jade bamboo shoots are wrapped in light clouds', which is about the beauty of the golden lotus's small feet. Look at your small pair of small "get on the horse" now, and you can walk steadily after a few days. That's what it means to be 'Lingbo Weird Steps, Luo Socks are dusty'. Haha, haha." But obviously few people agreed with his taste, but because of the affection, everyone laughed dryly and obviously dealt with it.

Liang Feng could no longer help but this guy's bad taste, and smiled at the sky and said, "It turns out that Brother Zhang has this habit, but he is quite interesting."

Zhang Dalang thought he had found a soulmate, so he turned to look at Liang Feng in surprise and said, "Does the little brother know the wonder of this golden lotus? That's fine, we should have a good time to discuss!"

"I'm not interested in Xiaojiao, but after hearing your quotation of Xiao Du's poem, I also love poetry. I just took one, I wonder if I'm willing to listen to it?" Liang Feng said coldly.

"Let me tell me, listen carefully." Zhang Dalang was not very happy to see that he didn't love his feet and his face was not kind. He also felt even more unhappy when he was young and said coldly.

"That's going to offend." Liang Feng felt sympathy for the woman who suffered from foot binding for thousands of years since then, and slowly blurted out: "The three-inch bow shoes were not available in ancient times, and Guanyin's feet were covered with her feet; I don't know where the foot binding started, but it started from the world to despise her husband!"

The last sentence was filled with emotion and was extremely painful. Everyone present was shocked. Except for Zhang Dalang, everyone felt that this poem was full of joy. It was just that due to different positions, they did not dare to cheer openly, and it was obvious that the embarrassment in the pavilion was aware of.

The pavilion was quiet. After a while, the girl with feet bound stood up and walked tremblingly to Liang Feng and said with deep blessings, "Young Master's masterpiece, I will make the most of the unfairness of the brothels in the world, and I will tell you all the hardships of our generation. I thank you very much! I should try my best to sing the masterpiece, I hope that all the sisters who travel with the world will not suffer from this foot." The old monk stood up and said with his hands together, "Amitabha, the donor is compassionate and has great merits!" Liang Feng returned the favor and said in his heart: "Yuan Zicai has great merits."

Zhang Lang was startled at first, then stared at Liang Feng angrily, and seemed to be thinking for a moment. His expression slowly calmed down. Finally, he smiled faintly: "The little brother is quick-witted and his good poems are written, and every word is bloody. I'm in the next surname Zhang Minghui and his name is Shili. I haven't asked for Zun's surname yet."

Seeing his face changing rapidly, Liang Feng thought he was going to fight at first, but the man immediately calmed down and had a big mind. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Liao Liang Feng, the character "cake" Yutian, offended him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamations beside him. It turned out that Liang Feng had become famous in Xiangzhou with Qian Xiaoyi's singing recently. The boy in front of him was actually the author of "Journey to the West", which really caused a lot of sensation.

Zhang Hui stared at him in surprise and asked, "Is it Liang Feng, the author of "Journey to the West" in the city?"

“It’s right down.”

"Ah, I have long admired Daming. It turns out that a young hero is a lucky one!" Zhang Hui looked surprised and threw away the annoyance that had just been sarcastic. He turned his head and smiled at a man in green robe, "Brother Xixian, isn't this a prodigy you admire? Why don't you come to meet?" The man in green robe was dressed and walked up to bow and smiled, "I'm Deng Sheng, whose name is Xixian. I have heard of Liang's name recently, and I admire him very much. I'm lucky to see him today!" Liang Feng hurriedly returned and said, "I'm ashamed, and I'm humiliating. I'm so embarrassed."

"Da Lang is so unfair. Our brothers admire Mr. Liang too. Do you want to call us to meet?" A fat and fat boy from the pavilion came over and asked angrily.

"Haha, you guy is the most anxious, I'll introduce it......" Zhang Hui pointed at the fat white man and smiled, "This is my cousin, whose surname is Zhou, his name is Tong, and his name is Shuyuan." He pointed to a slightly thinner and older man next to him, and said, "This is also my cousin, Zhou Tong's brother, Mingda, and his name is Bofei." Zhou Da smiled and bowed, but Zhou Tong was impatient, and he pulled Liang Feng's sleeve, stared at him and asked, "Brother Liang's family, did Zhu Bajie go back to Gaolaozhuang to marry Cuilan?"
Chapter completed!