In order to give Lu Yang a quiet environment to recuperate, Du Ruo directly booked this inn with a wave of his hand. The innkeeper, whose business was not necessarily good to begin with, was naturally happy to see this happen, and he readily agreed.

At this time, there was still some time before Autumn, and Du Ruo was happy to sit down and prepare for the exam in Gusu City. For three days in a row, no one went out. However, Lu Yang was a restless person, and on the fourth day, he sat down

I couldn't stand it anymore, and I was optimistic about the recovery from my injury, so I had to take Du Ruo out for a walk.

After reading the book for a few days, Du Ruo was also a little bored. He happened to be very interested in this world-famous city, so he agreed.

Since that bloody battle and after taking off the jade crown, Du Ruo has been simply tying her hair with a jade hairpin, abandoning the tedious and burdensome things like swords, folding fans and jade rings. It is a little more simple, but more elegant and handsome.

Lu Yang was also cut off by a sword because of Fang Tian's painted halberd. He could no longer carry it with him and was in a state of inconvenience.

Gusu City is located in the south of the Yangtze River, guarding the edge of the great river. The great river divides the Great Xia Dynasty into north and south. This is the south. This place has been a wealthy place since ancient times. Everyone who comes and goes from the waterway must pass here. The flow of people brings,

That is wealth.

The city is huge, with high gray walls and towering towers.

There are eight to nine hundred thousand residents in the city, and there are countless business travelers traveling from north to south. The buildings in the city are typical of the misty and rainy style of the south of the Yangtze River, as tender as water, but also have a bit of the square and square style of the north.

Feel.

There are many shops in the city, with flying corners, red walls, green tiles, gray and white. You can even see the center of the city from a distance, and there are tall buildings with curved eaves and flying angles into the sky, which is extraordinary.

After wandering around the city for half a day, Du Ruo felt that Gusu City was worthy of the word "famous city". However, he also realized more why the Nangong family was so domineering. Gusu City was so big, and almost half of the various industries belonged to Nangong.

These are all things that can be seen in the city, plus some other businesses, the Nangong family is worthy of being a first-class family in the world, domineering and full of confidence.

In a teahouse, Du Ruo and Lu Yang were chatting and laughing as they went upstairs. Blackhead stopped the waiter from behind and ordered some preserved fruit tea. After ordering, he followed them upstairs.

The teahouse is not as noisy as the restaurant, and is a bit more elegant. However, not all the people who come here are literati, there are also many people with mud-legged Jianghu. Lu Yang is not conspicuous among them, but he is

Some people don't like it because they don't sell alcohol here.

"Shan Jiang, that's the bad thing about you scholars. According to me, we should find a tavern and have a good drink." Lu Yang spit out the melon seed shell and said.

Du Ruoyuan pointed to the middle lobby downstairs. There was a small stage there, which was specially used for singing and storytelling, or for people to perform other programs, such as ventriloquism.

At this time, a girl came up to the stage and sat on a stool. The girl was not pretty, and the pipa she held in her hand also looked a bit shabby. She was gently adjusting the tone of the pipa.

Du Ruo said: "Brother, I don't know. This teahouse is actually very interesting. A famous person in the world has a new song. The first place to hear about it must be two places. One is the brothel, and the second is this teahouse."

As for the brothel, I am interested in it, but my elder brother is still injured and is not suitable for drinking and having fun, so he can only come to this teahouse. The storytellers and singers here have a lot of useful information."

Lu Yang looked at the woman downstairs and said with a lack of interest: "Just listen to it."

By this time, the girl in the audience was almost ready to tune. She slowly stood up, bowed with ease and without any stage fright, and said: "Today, I will sing a song I learned last night, "Slow Sound".

Mr. Lu Li, a famous scholar from Jiangning Prefecture, and Mr. Lu Ziyou have recently written a new poem, "The slave family is showing their shame, and I hope you will understand it."

However, as soon as the girl finished speaking, Du Ruo, who was in high spirits just now, lowered his head, looked for the preserved fruits on the table and started eating. However, Lu Yang, who was not interested just now, followed the people in the tea house and clapped his hands. Good or bad.

, most of these people who have not read many books probably can't tell the difference, but this girl's voice is extremely beautiful, and her pipa playing is also excellent.

It seems that Lu Yang has always disliked listening to music, so he has never listened to it. When he suddenly listened to it today, it was very fresh. When he was fascinated, he lowered his head and saw Du Ruo's appearance, and asked doubtfully: "Shanjiang, don't you like it very much? Why?

Don’t like it now?”

Du Ruo put down the tea cup in his hand and said: "When I heard that woman say that she wanted to sing Lu Ziyou's lyrics, I knew that there was nothing good to listen to. Although this person is quite famous and has many poems, they are just poems.

The new words just talk about sad things. It’s sad to see spring and sad to see autumn. It’s enough to trick women into crying, but when it comes down to it, it’s just some inferior stuff!”

Lu Yang nodded, thoughtfully.

He knew that his brother was also a literati, and there was a saying that literati looked down on each other since ancient times. Moreover, he also knew that Du Ruo's poetry accomplishments should be extraordinary. Just getting along with each other these days, occasionally saying a few random sentences, and being able to express them well, are all good things.

sentence.

Moreover, although they had not known each other for a short time, Lu Yang knew that his brother was a proud man with high ambitions, but he was also a proud scholar with real ability. Maybe his reputation was not obvious now, but it was just that the time had not come yet, and he also

I learned from Heitou that Du Ruo was famous for a while back then. If it weren't for the gang, he would have become famous among scholars by now.

Lu Yang picked up a cup of tea and said: "Shanjiang, I believe in you. Now you have come to the south of the Yangtze River. This is the place where the world's literati gather. It won't be long before you are famous all over the world and become a literary giant."

Du Ruo picked up the tea cup and clinked it with Lu Yang's cup, and said with a smile: "It's just that my ambition is not here. I am more yearning for this magnificent rivers and lakes, and I would rather see these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."

Lu Yang was slightly startled and said in surprise: "Then why do you want to take the imperial examination?"

Du Ruo lowered his head, peeled off a melon seed shell, raised his head, and said casually: "I just feel that after studying for so many years, I should get some reward after all. Moreover, having the status of a scholar will make it much easier to travel around the world. This scholar

...It’s okay if you don’t tell them, just take the exam and don’t play with them anymore!”

Although Du Ruo's words were plain, if it were spread, I don't know how he would be scolded by scholars all over the world. However, Lu Yang did not feel that Du Ruo was pretentious and arrogant. Instead, he felt that this was the case.

Lu Yang smiled heartily and said: "What a spirit. I have always felt that there is hardly anyone in the world who is crazier than me, Lu Wudao. But today I know that there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the mountains. How crazy can you be? How crazy can you be? My brother, just

You should have such courage!"

Du Ruo smiled.

The word "crazy" in Lu Yang's words is not a derogatory meaning, but a kind of recognition from a proud person.

At this moment, a voice came from the side: "I'm afraid this is not madness, but arrogance. I once heard someone say that the master is wandering, and the villain is barking. Today I know it!"

Lu Yang's expression changed, and he turned around with uncontrollable anger. He saw three or four people dressed as scribes sitting at the table behind Du Ruo. The one who just made fun of them was one of them.

Lu Yang squeezed it with his big hand, and the cup in his hand instantly shattered. He was about to stand up, but was stopped by Du Ruo.

Du Ruo said with a smile: "Brother, how can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan, and a goshawk shakes the sky, but will it bow its head and care about the opinions of ants?"

As soon as Du Ruo said these words, the expressions of the people at the table behind him all turned ugly, but Lu Yang felt refreshed, laughed, and said: "My brother is right, what about the ant-like things?

Understand our aspirations!"

"Pooh!"

There was a scribe behind him who immediately slapped the table and stood up.

Just when the scribe was about to speak, the man on the stage downstairs was replaced by an elderly storyteller. The old man was stunned and said loudly: "Talk about the world, talk about the world, and ask

The rivers and lakes, let’s see the ebb and flow of the rivers and lakes, gentlemen, please think carefully, think carefully!”

Having said that, Gavel slapped the table again.

The old man's words were sonorous and powerful, resounding throughout the teahouse, and his voice was even louder.

After finally getting quiet, the scribe behind Du Ruo was about to speak again, but suddenly there was a burst of commotion upstairs and downstairs, everyone was urging the old gentleman to speak faster, and some people said some joking words, which made just now

The girl singing the song sings again.

There was noisy and noisy for a while, but the scribe was not given a chance to speak. Since ancient times, his vigorous and exhaustive sayings were interrupted one after another, and the scribe also gave up what he was going to say.

He waved his sleeves and sat down.

This scene all fell in Lu Yang's eyes. He sneered and said nothing more.

After a while of commotion, the storyteller finally began to speak:

"Today we won't talk about the two kings of Liangzhou, nor our Fairy Fuyao of Gusu. Let's talk about a big battle that happened in our Gusu City a few days ago."

"That day the Yangtze River was rolling, a master was lifting a boat with a halberd, and the river was making waves, like a blue dragon going out to sea. That night in Gusu was quiet. Two young heroes from the Jianghu chatted and laughed as they entered Gusu. They fought bloody battles with hundreds of people, and blood flowed all over the streets...

…”

Hearing the stories told by the storyteller below, and the people in the teahouse shouting and exclamating, Du Ruo and Lu Yang looked at each other for a long time, then dropped their cups and laughed loudly.

The unbridled laughter of the two people spread out, disturbing many people and unable to hear the storyteller's voice. The scribes at the table behind him who were already unhappy suddenly became angry again and wanted to scold him.

But at this time, Lu Yang and Du Ruo had already stood up.

Lu Yang looked around, and finally settled on the storyteller, and said with a smile: "Old sir, your storytelling skills are indeed excellent, but the content of the story is a bit unrealistic. There are bloody battles, but that power

The enemy of Fairy Fuyao is just talking nonsense. I, Lu Wudao, can't even catch Fairy Fuyao's sword. My two brothers are still grateful to her for not killing her, hahaha... Your story is quite exciting, but...

Please stop talking nonsense, haha..."

Everyone listening to the book in the teahouse looked at the two people who were laughing and walking downstairs in shock. They were both so generous, so rude, and so chic!

When he was about to go downstairs, Du Ruo suddenly turned around with a smile and glanced at the scribes behind him. At this time, the faces of those scribes were extremely unnatural. When they saw Du Ruo's eyes, they couldn't help but tremble.

These charlatans kill people without reason.

A sentence about Jianghu, Jianghu, made many literati admire but also resent it.

However, Du Ruo had no intention of finding a place. He just took a look, waved his sleeves, strode out of the tea house, and said with a big smile:

"Let's go out with a loud laugh. How can we be from Penghao... Hahahaha..."
Chapter completed!