No one picked up the pen, and no one talked about any poems anymore.

After Mr. Gu’s poem, they were indeed unable to say anything about chanting poems and essays.

That poem uses deep feelings.

On the high platform, in the pavilion, the voice of the fairy girl painting had not been heard for a long time.

At this time, she was sitting in the pavilion.

The wind blowing from the half-open window is still chilly.

She didn't expect to hear such a poem at this poetry meeting.

She had never thought that the young master sitting by the window looked like spring.

A talented man is famous, but the young man forgets his reputation and is moved by a woman like her.

I will never regret my clothes getting looser and become haggard for her.

Huaxian had never heard of such a straightforward love poem, and her cheeks turned slightly red.

But then, a bitter smile came out.

The pain in laughter is like drinking a jar of bitter wine.

This young master wrote such a poem, but he asked the world to see him.

But so what if you use love, in this Dongzhan Tower, the fate between the two can only be completed day and night.

Not worth it at all.

Thinking of this, Huaxian raised her head and looked at Mr. Gu again, with a loneliness in her eyes.

Mr. Gu sat there, holding the wine glass at his mouth, looking sad (in fact, it was dull).

I think he understands it too.

After a long time, the voice of the painting fairy came from the pavilion.

"It is indeed a very beautiful poem. Today's poetry meeting will end here... Mr. Gu, tonight, the Painting Immortals will be waiting for you here."

After Huaxian finished speaking, she left.

The poetry meeting ended, but no one felt disappointed.

A scholar patted his body and stood up.

Although I have not received the favor of the fairy girl today, it is also a blessing to be able to listen to such poems and stories that can be remembered for a hundred years.

It’s a pity that Mr. Gu and the fairy-painted girl.

The identities between the two are also destined to be impossible for them to get together.

Looking from afar, Mr. Gu was still sitting by the window.

The scholar sighed, "Poor scholar, poor beauty."

Shaking his head, he walked out of the door.

Most of the people who left the table had this idea. Some people wanted to make friends with Gu Nan, but seeing Gu Nan's appearance, they couldn't bear to disturb him, so they had to leave silently.

Everyone just thought Gu Nan was absent, but no one could see that Gu Nan was clearly stupid.

She didn't know how it would be OK.

It was clearly a poem written for Zhao Yiren, but why did it become her? Why did the fairy-painting girl choose her?

I was about to be broken by my master when I visited the brothel.

If she still didn't go home at night, wouldn't she be beaten to death by Bai Qi?

Hey hey hey hey, it must be something wrong, it must be something wrong.

Gu Nan felt that his cold sweat was rising.

He looked at Zhao Yiren with a confused look and showed a smile that was even worse than crying: "Brother Zhao, is this?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yiren looked at her and reached out to pat her shoulder.

"There is only so much that brother can do."

"Brother Gu, you expressed your feelings to the fairy girl without regard for your reputation. How will you deal with yourself among the literati in Xianyang in the future?"

As he said this, he sighed slowly and said slowly: "You are so literary, I think there are few in the world. I am lucky to know you as a brother. I should have asked you to get drunk."

"It's a pity that I can't get the power for me. If I can make the decision for me, I will definitely help you and the fairy girl. It's just a blaming now."

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Gu Nan's eyes twitched, and I said, "You're going to make it clear."

But Zhao Yiren couldn't say anything anymore, so he picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all in one go.

Looking at the empty wine pot, I felt lost.

I want to get drunk with Shu Kuang. I sing with wine, but it is still boring to have a strong joy.

That's what it means.

Looking at Gu Nan, it was worth getting to know such a wonderful person.

He smiled: "Brother Gu, my real name is Ying Yiren. If you need it in the future, you can go to the young master's mansion in the city to find me."

"No......" Gu Nan wanted to say something else.

But he was interrupted by Ying Yiren gently waved his hand: "Brother Gu, this is the world, so it's better to let go."

After saying that, he got up and walked away slowly, looking like he had seen through the world.

Only Gu Nan was left in the wind.

What exactly happened...

However, Gu Nan ignored Ying Yiren's most important words.

Ying Yiren, this name was not a very outstanding name in the history of the Warring States Period, but this name represents an extremely important identity.

Ying Yiren later changed his name to Zichu, King Zhuangxiang of Qin, and the father of Qin Shihuang.

Of course, for Gu Nan, what is important now is not just how to deal with the things tonight.

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It is getting late, and winter nights always bring uncomfortable cold winds.

In Wu'an Jun Mansion, Xiao Lu brought the last plate of dishes to the dining table. Bai Qi and Wei Lan sat together, put the bowl in front of him, but he did not move his chopsticks for a long time.

Bai Qi frowned in confusion and looked at Xiaolu: "Where is the lady, why don't you come to have dinner so late?"

Before Xiaolu could answer.

Wei Lan glared at Bai Qi viciously: "You old man dare to say it. I have heard Xiao Lu say it. Why did you take Nan'er to Changping? Do you want to die, or do you want Nan'er to die? You don't know how dangerous Changping is?"

Bai Qi's beard twitched, but he didn't dare to say a word for a long time. He lowered his head and muttered: "What do women know about their homes..."

Wei Lan glanced at Bai Qi. It was rare. This time he didn't try to pull Bai Qi's ears.

She was not that kind of stupid woman, so she naturally knew what Bai Qi was thinking, and only knew that she could not stop him.

Bai Qi treats her very well on weekdays, but once Bai Qi determines, she cannot change anything she can do.

Wei Lan sat at the table for a while, but after reaching out and patted Bai Qi's back of his hand. She knew how much pressure Bai Qi had been in the past few days.

Bai Qi didn't dare to see Wei Lan because he owed her too much, so he put his hand on Wei Lan's hand: "Thank you, my wife."

Wei Lan rolled her eyes: "I'm unlucky in my life, I've got you, an old guy. The two of us are also involved, but I tell you. Nan'er and Zhong'er must not be involved, otherwise I will pull your ears off."

"It's for your husband." Bai Qi nodded and said bitterly: "If the king wants to kill me one day, I will definitely save your lives."

"What are you saving? Just your old face, just keep Nan'er and Zhong'er. I'll forget it. If you die, what I live is what I want." Wei Lan spat and patted Bai Qi's hand away.

"Madam and the master are good people, and nothing will happen." Xiao Lu couldn't understand what the two elders were talking about, but she was still a little panicked when she heard them saying "I was dead."

"Good man." Bai Qi smiled sadly after hearing Xiao Lu's words, shook his head.

Wei Lan remembered the serious matter and looked at Xiao Lu: "Xiao Lu, it's true. Is the lady asleep in the room again? Go and call her up, the girl's house cannot be hungry."

Gu Nan slept in the house and forgot to eat once or twice. When Bai Qi asked, Wei Lan habitually thought of this and didn't worry much.

Xiaolu thought about it for a moment and shook her head in embarrassment: "Madam, the girl is not in the room, and I don't know where the girl has gone, but I just went out in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!