Four days passed since the story of painting Pinghu.

The literary gathering naturally spread in the huge Guangling City. For the people of Guangling City, what they care about is who became the son-in-law of Zhongli Mansion in that literary gathering.

Of course, there was no result, so the matter gradually faded away, and there were still some turmoil among the students and literati.

Because of the song "Butterfly Love Flower" written by I don't know who wrote it.

The students had various speculations, but no one would associate that excellent lyrics with Li Chenan, who lives in the east end of Erjinggou Lane.

But the neighbors in Erjinggou Alley have discovered the changes in the shop at the east end in the past few days.

The book under the banyan tree at the east end of the alley has gone bankrupt. The shop suddenly has a bright future!

In the past two days, many craftsmen came to the small shop. The door of the small shop was demolished, and the stove in the shop was demolished.

Some mule carts arrived, and the mule carts were loaded with brand new items, which were sent to the backyard by the coachmen.

"Is Li's Dalang getting rich?"

"Who knows? Maybe I won a little bit of gambling."

"Hey, this Li family's Dalang is not good enough, and he actually went to gamble again. You said that his father is the chief of Takeshita Academy, so why can't he teach his son well?"

"This is called fate! Isn't Erlang the Li family very good at learning? If Dalang is half sensible, the Shen family would not have broken off the engagement. What a pity. If Dalang married Miss Shen, how could he live in

In our alley, we must live in the high-gate courtyard. Every day, there are ruba mos as big as a basin on the dining table to eat."

"Hey, have you noticed it? This Dalang seems to be different from before."

"Why are the different ones?"

"He left the house and ran outside every morning just as the sky was dawn."

"... Run? There is still a problem with your brain. You all have to have a memory. Never lend him money! Don't lend him any money. He was kicked out of the house by his father. He owes him debts in the future.

Dad won't help him pay it back again!"

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Li Chenan did not hear the neighbors' private words, but he could feel the strange look of the neighbors.

Facing such a look, he smiled indifferently, but the kindness he showed was not understood by these neighbors. In the hearts of the neighbors, Li Chen'an was like a plague god.

Everyone avoids it.

Of course, Li Chenan didn't care about this.

Live your own life and let others go.

The fight he fought in Li's mansion four days ago made him a little worried about his body, so he decided to exercise his body first, so he had a morning run.

Run from Erjinggou Alley to the shore of Huaping Lake, and then run along the shore of Huaping Lake to Yanyu Pavilion in Huapingdong, which is about six kilometers, and the round trip is twelve kilometers. In addition, it takes about one hour to practice boxing at Yanyu Pavilion.

He left the door early this morning.

The sky was lightly bright, and the sound of reading was heard from Qianmo Academy diagonally opposite.

He glanced at it and thought that reading was indeed a hard work.

Stepping on the street paved with bluestone, he controlled the frequency of his breathing and trotted all the way to Huaping Lake again.

The new leaves of the willows by the lake are green. Occasionally, a deerbian rests on the willow branches, as if he saw a small fish in the water. It flew up, and the whole group plunged into the water, then flew up, holding a tail in its mouth

The little fish, ripples rippled on the water.

It fell on the willow branches again, pressing the willow branches to swing.

So this quiet painting screen lake was full of vitality in his eyes.

Running all the way to the Yanyu Pavilion in Huapingdong, he stopped, gasping for a while, and his muscles were a little sore. He slowly walked outside the pavilion and relaxed his muscles. Suddenly, he saw that the three-story building was parked at the pier not far away.

The huge and tall boat reminded me of the literary event that painted Pinghu four days ago.

I don’t know if the poem that the handsome young man bought with 100 taels of silver allowed him to become the son-in-law in Zhongli’s mansion.

There should be some.

If not... it is either that the talents in this world are too fierce, or that they have problems with their aesthetics.

After all, the song "Butterfly Love Flower" is Liu Yong's masterpiece and is also an extremely classic in his previous life.

For the past four days, he has been staying in the small shop except for running, and he needs to explain many things to the craftsmen. After all, the craftsmen have never done these things he made before.

In addition, he had no interest in the literary gathering of the literary gathering of the third day of the March, so he didn't know what the final result of the literary gathering of the third day of the March.

If that handsome young man wins, of course it is the best, then he will not come to find himself to refund the money.

Of course, all the money is spent, so you will definitely not give up. At worst, you can ask him to drink two more wine.

After standing still, he looked at the pleasure boat again, thinking that it would be better if there were two more literary events like this.

He was a little short of money, and he was thinking about selling two more poems, but now he didn't have that great opportunity.

With his eyes back, he began to punch.

He was hitting Taekwondo boxing.

Chop, whip, bounce, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, whip legs...

If the ligaments are not pulled open, the physical strength cannot keep up, and the flexibility of the body is not good. These boxing and leg techniques do not have momentum, and they are not even good at viewing.

So... there is still a long way to go before we can actually fight.

There is no hurry. If you have nothing to do, just take your time to adjust it.

He began to stretch his ligaments and practiced the most basic movements.

He didn't know that there was a window on the third floor of the pleasure boat. The bamboo curtain of Xiangfei was rolled up.

Ning Chuchu and Zhongli Ruoshui were struggling outside the Yanyu Pavilion.

“…Is this martial arts practice?”

Ning Chuchu nodded and asked suspiciously to Kaiyang who was standing behind him: "Isn't he a literati?"

"When you go back to your highness, he once practiced martial arts with Guangling boxer Zheng Haoyang for three years."

"What kind of boxing technique does Zheng Haoyang practice?"

"When you go back to your highness, Zheng Haoyang practices Southern Fist."

"You, his practice is not Nanquan."

Kaiyang came over and said for a moment, "...what is this practice?"

"I don't understand, but the set of fists he just played was a bit interesting. If he had a better foundation, the boxing and legs would have some power... It's not the southern fist and northern legs. Could it be that he has other masters?"

"I really don't have this! After investigating my subordinates these days, this person is actually very simple."

"When I was young, I studied with my father, but I didn't go to school, but was at home. I was indeed unable to recite the Three Character Classic until I was nine years old. My subordinates also asked Zheng Haoyang, and he shook his head and said that he was not a martial arts master at all, even the most basic one.

I can't master the movements."

"After that, his father bought him that shop in Erjinggou Alley. In fact, the business is pretty good. The neighbors in Erjinggou said that although he was dull at that time, the steamed cakes he made were genuine and tasted good.

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"If it weren't for his obsession with gambling... I think he was still running that shop now. He had very little contact with the outside world, and even didn't speak much with the neighbors, so his experience was really ordinary."

Kaiyang has been investigating Li Chenan these days, and has really investigated everything Li Chenan has done over the past 17 years.

This is why Ning Chuchu and Zhongli Ruoshui took a pleasure boat to Pingtung last night.

He is a native of Guangling, and is indeed Li Wenhan's eldest son.

Apart from the engagement that had not been cancelled, he had never even had private contact with a woman.

He was not good at speaking and was very timid, so he never went out much except to buy raw materials and go to the gambling house.

Kaiyang also said that he had never been to the gambling house again in the past ten days, and he had never been to the gambling house even after selling the poem and getting the one hundred taels of silver.

It seems that I have really quit gambling addiction.

All his money was spent in the tavern he called it.

Yuheng, who is responsible for monitoring Li Chen'an, said that he had been crowing with roosters in the past few days, and then ran with a fixed route. He seemed to be exercising, but he had never read a book or wrote a poem again.

The tavern has first appeared, but it looks a bit weird, completely different from the ordinary tavern.

Ning Chuchu and Zhongli Ruoshui were confused.

There must be evil when something abnormal happens. Zhongli Ruoshui became even more interested in Li Chenan. She even entrusted her second brother, Guangling City judicial officer Zhongli Qiuyang to conduct a detailed investigation of Li Chenan's life.

After all, the girl who is in love has some thoughts.

"Maybe it was enlightened...he was greatly stimulated and then changed his mind, so he was like this?"

Ning Chuchu pondered for a moment. As the fourth princess of Ningguo and still in charge of Lijingsi, she was similar to Zhongli Ruoshui, but she was obviously more rational.

"I have sent someone to Kyoto to check that poem. This matter is unhurried. Even if the poem is written by him, I still need to have other words... For example, if he can see the other ten poems with his own eyes

It would be even better if he wrote the lyrics!"

"Didn't his tavern open in another three or two days? Then we can go to his tavern to sit, and maybe we can get something different."
To be continued...