Sitting in the carriage, Wang Zhen regained her calm expression and seemed to have no regrets about what had just happened.

As the eldest son of the Wang family, he really didn't care about the embarrassment caused by a mere hundred taels of silver.

"Did my third brother memorize the makeup poem just now?" Wang Zhen said.

Wang smiled and said: "I've memorized it."

Wang Zhen said in surprise: "So fast?"

Soon? I have memorized it a long time ago, and I have been pretending that I can’t memorize it for a long time.

Wang Xiao was quite depressed. This eldest brother obviously thought he was stupid.

But I heard Wang Zhen saying to herself: "I am still a child. Children always recite poems quickly."

Wang Xiao is even more depressed that you are just a child, and your whole family is a child.

Wang Zhen smiled again and said: "I remember when I taught you to recite poems, you also told me that you had memorized it, but you had forgotten all about it the next day. Do you still remember? Who knew that the meal on the plate..."

He said, looking at Wang Xiao with an encouraging light in his eyes.

Brother, are you crazy? Who do you think I am? A primary school student? Wang Xiao was speechless.

Wang Zhen's eyes were still bright and hopeful.

"It's hard work every step of the way." Wang Xiao said helplessly.

"A child can be taught." Wang Zhen nodded, "The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost..."

Coming again?

Wang Xiao twitched the corner of his mouth and replied: "Jiang Feng Yuhuo versus Chou Mian."

Wang Zhen seemed to be addicted, and asked again: "Do you still remember Su Dongpo's "Niannujiao"?"

"Go to the east of the Yangtze River, and the waves will be gone..."

Wang Xiao was afraid that something might happen to him, so he stopped after half a mile and acted dumb again.

Wang Zhen was very excited and recited the second half of the poem by herself.

After reciting it, I muttered several times, "I remember Gong Jin back then... he was so majestic and heroic." His tone was sighing, but also full of yearning.

It was as if he recognized Gong Jin.

After a while, Wang Zhen didn't give up and asked again: "Do you still remember "Huanxisha"?"

Brother, you love to compare yourself to others so much, why don’t you become a teacher? Wang Xiao cursed in his heart.

He turned his head, but the carriage was not big, so he could not avoid Wang Zhen's encouraging eyes.

All right.

This eldest brother is also good at giving exams and asking questions at the level of junior middle school Chinese textbooks.

Wang Xiao had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless, and the rain is whispering at dusk..."

Wang Zhen was stunned and read the half-quel again.

"Then what?"

Wang Xiao had no choice but to retort: ​​"Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don't let your gray hair sing like a yellow chicken."

The carriage finally became quiet.

Wang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Zhen seemed a little silent and sighed slightly.

After a while, the carriage arrived at the end of the field.

When I looked up, I saw a courtyard called Fangting.

Two lines of poetry are engraved on the pillars on both sides of the gate as couplets: "In a hundred years, the Hun religion was drunk, thirty-six thousand times", and "Jiangnan is good, thousands of bells of wine, and a song fills the courtyard."

Wang Xiao was a little surprised when he saw this formation.

The eldest brother is not taking him to some romantic place, right? He is still a child.

Although he really wants to grow up quickly.

"The word "Fangting" is taken from the name of the word brand "Man Ting Fang", and also from Mr. Hedong's "I live in peace in this place, and the courtyard is full of fragrant grass." Wang Zhenkan introduced.

"Oh" then it was no longer a romantic place. Wang Xiao didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved.

There were three people in total, Wang Zhen, Wang Xiao, and Mi Qu. The concierge was obviously quite familiar with Wang Zhen, so he smiled and called "Mr. Wang" and invited them in.

Following a graceful maid in green clothes, they bypassed a huge wall photo, and walked for a while through flowers and willows as if strolling in a park, when they heard the sound of a piano.

Then as you turn around, you can see many scholars and beauties, who look quite...elegant in their clothes.

It’s really a garden full of fragrant grass.

That kind of 'grass' where there is no grass anywhere in the world.

Then there was a group of greetings such as "Brother Wang", and Wang Zhencai and Shi Ranran took Wang Xiao to the table.

Sitting down cross-legged, Wang Xiao looked at the table and saw a dazzling array of snacks and three pots of small wine, all delicious and delicious.

Someone at the next table introduced him to others in a low voice: "That is Mr. Wang, whose single name is Zhen, whose courtesy name is Zhengli, and who is Juren. He supplies the drinks for every poetry gathering."

As they spoke, the two people toasted Wang Zhenyao.

Wang Zhen smiled and nodded, then took a drink.

Wang Xiao thought to himself, it turns out that the eldest brother is the sponsor.

After a while, two women in white gauze came over and sat next to the two brothers to add wine.

The beauty has no words and others smile, which is pleasing to the eye.

The woman sitting next to Wang Xiao whispered: "The slave's name is Ruyun, and that is my sister Yusuo over there."

Qiao has a sweet smile and a nice voice.

Wang Xiao nodded inwardly, no wonder his eldest brother liked the literature club.

As expected, everything is inferior except for reading!

But Yusuo, who was sitting next to Wang Zhen, said softly: "Young Master Wang has not been here for a long time."

Wang Zhen shook her head and laughed at herself: "Since I no longer have an official career, what are you doing here?"

Yusuo said: "People say that if you learn literature and martial arts, your goods will belong to the emperor's family. But the slave family knows that the prince has poems and books in his belly, which has nothing to do with his official career."

Wang Xiao glanced sideways slightly.

There is something unusual about this Yusuo girl. She could be my eldest brother's confidante.

Wang Xiao thought, turned around and glanced at Ruyun beside him.

Ruyun's face turned red and he reached out to pour the wine.

Wang Zhen suddenly said calmly: "My third brother is still young."

"Yes, I'm rude." Ruyun retracted his hand, looking a little timid.

The atmosphere was immediately different.

Although he couldn't tell, Wang Xiao could feel that the atmosphere at his table suddenly felt a bit like sitting upright, and it was not as free and easy as other tables.

Wang Xiao was unhappy. When he looked up, he saw two people walking over and greeting Wang Zhen.

Both of them still have the air of young talents.

"Brother Wang."

Wang Zhen responded with a smile: "Brother Fan, Brother Zhang."

"Brother Wang is finally here today. Miss Yusuo has been worried about you for a long time."

Wang Zhen laughed at herself: "Brother Fan, don't be surprised if there are some things going on at home these days. By the way, I haven't congratulated Brother Zhang on high school yet, but... I'll drink this glass of wine first as a token of respect."

The three people over there were talking, and Wang Xiao was suddenly stunned.

Isn't this...who is this? The one who has been to Snow Alley.

"Master Zhang."

"Hey."

This is the murderer who killed Luo Yuan.

Wang Xiao felt quite unhappy, and he didn't know why. He just felt unhappy with the man in front of him because this guy was a murderer!

…

Zhang Heng was answering Wang Zhen with a smile. He turned his eyes and suddenly saw that the person next to Wang Zhen looked familiar.

After a closer look, the wine in Zhang Heng's hand spilled out. Isn't that the idiot!

"This is Brother Wang's third brother." The scholar named Fan introduced to Zhang Heng.
To be continued...