Xiniu Mountain is called Xiniu Mountain because the mountain looks like a cow from a distance, and because there is a Xiniu River flowing by the mountain at the foot of the mountain. According to local vendors and porters, there are also famous tombstones of Shunchao Gu'an on the mountain, so the tourism industry here is beginning to emerge.

But I still have to climb up from hundreds of steps. No one dares to play in the cable car in this era. When I walked into the Linfeng Pavilion, I couldn't help but sweat. Keqing's beautiful girl's handkerchief was wet with several pieces.

Qin Keqing's impression of Luo Guoqi was extremely disgusted. The latter's actions in Wanping's words and deeds made her disgusted. In addition, as a female compatriot, he deeply sympathized with Chen Jingfu and was already disgusted with Luo Guoqi, the evil one. His position in his heart was unswervingly standing by his junior brother's side.

It is understandable to say that she is soft-hearted. In the Red Chamber, Ruizhu and Baozhu are insiders who were exposed by Jia Zhen, but Qin Keqing did not do anything to them. If it were Wang Xifeng, it would be better to start first and destroy it.

This softness is also reflected at this moment: no matter how hateful the enemy is, she doesn't want her junior brother to be hurt, but if the junior brother shows off, she also feels honored, but she can't take the situation as a prerequisite.

The trees outside the Linfeng Pavilion are densely shaded and even a little gloomy. The breeze blows on the leaves and rusts. There are porters and peddlers stalls at various distances from the mountain road. The sky is clear and the air is gentle, the breeze is smooth, the guests are full of guests, and the water flows. Looking up at the universe and looking down at the prosperity of the categories, it is really not lacking in the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the Yan and Zhao are bold and unrestrained.

Several people had seen each other, Qin Keqing, Ruizhu, and Baozhu avoided him from afar. At this time, the Tongsheng of Gu'an and scholars knew Jia Zili, so they rushed to see the true face and used their names to express their words. Luo Guoqi deliberately or unintentionally guided him to write poems, and said that Jia Cong was "no empty scholars under his reputation" and intended to use Gu'an students to suppress him.

Jia Cong could ignore such a thing, but he offended other children and scholars from Gu'an, but it was not good. He looked up and looked down. When he saw these people in the office, he always saw them when he saw them when he was bored. When Jia Cong came back, he asked, "Senior sister, do you do it?"

"It's your business whether you do it or not." Qin Keqing coquettishly: "Why do you ask me?"

"It's not that I have no idea, I want to ask if you want to vent his anger." Jia Cong whispered, and Qin Zhong instigated again: "Of course I did it, slap him in the face. How can such a person be worthy of his sister? He does evil things, beat him and be happy."

Qin Keqing was speechless and just chuckled. Jia Cong turned back there and nodded. Since Luo Guoqi became a lawyer, he has not written poetry for several years and has been a essay. Dropting out of school is like a stone of sharpening a knife. He will not be damaged or damaged every day. Therefore, his thoughts and writing are inevitable. He joined forces with these people, but Luo Guoqi's reputation is extraordinary and his face is really extraordinary. There are people in the five prefectures and nineteen counties to give him face.

Those people wrote one song, which was beyond Luo Guoqi's last time. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were turned into Jia Cong's hands. Two groups of people watched, and Jia Cong wrote it with a magnificent and elegant body, and the structure was square:

The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is whip eastward and the end of the world is the end of the world.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

The autumn flowers are set in the face of the situation. As a time traveler, Jia Cong adhered to the shameless nature of these time travelers: plagiarism is not ashamed of plagiarism, but rather takes it as honorable. The famous work of Gong Zizhen, a famous literati in the late Qing Dynasty, was a Jinshi. In today's Shunchao, Tongsheng and Xiucai are nothing, even if they are not crushed, they are enough to laugh and be proud.

The scholars of Tongsheng stopped talking, discussed in a low voice, and looked around from time to time, as if comparing the poem with Jia Cong himself. Tongsheng said, "This poem is very powerful..."

"It's not just about having strength, but it's through the back of the paper. No one else can compete with me."

A scholar sighed: "Everyone's demeanor, the name of Jia Prodigy is well-deserved. Senior Brother of Greatness, we are ashamed..."

Luo Guoqi's face was gloomy. When he waited for a few words to be answered in a vain and a few words, everyone scattered and disappeared from the officials here. He tore off his disguise: "Jia Zili, writing is like the person, and his words are like the person. These two sentences do not apply! Not only are they generalized by the side, but they also put the cart before the horse! Dong Qichang, his calligraphy and painting are famous all over the world, and his character is extremely despicable. You must not follow this person's footsteps. I am admonishing you with kind words."

"Thank you for your kindness." Jia Cong smiled, smiling too perfunctorily.

Luo Guoqi was unhappy, and his teeth were clenched, and he said directly: "Don't be rampant! Brother Luo, the Ministry of Personnel!"

Jia Cong smiled brighter and brighter: The ancient costume version of "My dad is Li Gang"? Your threatening method is so despicable!

"Happy to meet! My ancestor is now the Duke of Honor!" Jia Cong retaliated for his teeth.

Luo Guoqi was choked: No matter how old the doctor of the Ministry of Personnel Examination, he still had to bow when he saw the Duke? Compare literary talent? Crush! Compare family background? Crush! Crush you to death!

Some people may think that the struggle between students and political struggles in ancient times were so high and so, but in fact, this was wrong. Looking at the Ming and Qing dynasties, the essence of the struggle between officials and students was the same as that of the gangsters: this is my territory, get out of it, that is my mountain, kill me. The difference is that the tools used are different and excuses, that's all.

There were too many such officials in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Confucian scholars: They did everything except good things, and they wanted everything except face.

The taste of the book of sages has changed. Benevolence, righteousness and morality are used to eat people. Sages not only teach you how to live, but also teach you how to die, but also think that they are extremely glorious and regretless.

When you drink a friend, you have few glasses of wine, and you don’t talk too much. Luo Guoqi left unhappily, and Jia Cong didn’t have much emotional fluctuations from beginning to end, and each one dispersed, and his poems fell into the hands of Senior Sister Keqing.

In the golden September of the autumn with fruitful fruits, only Liu Yuxi dared to say, "I say that autumn is better than spring." In particular, the remaining flowers have withered into mud, and the yellow leaves have withered. Qin Keqing said: "Falling reds are not ruthless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers... They are so destined that they are in danger of being in the prosperous era."

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It was a night walk to the moat, and the midnight snack was not banned. In ancient times, markets were very developed. In the Ming Dynasty, there were 72 towns in Suzhou Prefecture alone. People in the north called "ji", such as Chaoyangmen Ji, and people in the south called "shi". Guangxi, Guangdong streets were called "Zhenxu", and some places in Yunnan, Guizhou, Fujian, Jiangxi and Hunan were called "jiezi". There were all kinds of daily food, clothing and consumption. The stalls were ten miles away, and people were swaying to the towns.

Jia Cong heard from the people in the market that the repair of Yongding River had achieved results. Therefore, at the order of the county magistrate, the whole city was carnival and ordered the production of lanterns, fireworks, and firecrackers to celebrate. These ordinary people were not thinking deeply and were unwilling to think: Li Fengxiang did this, but actually did it for Yu Chenglong to see.

At present, the fireworks on the city are bright and blooming in the night sky in a radial shape. The barefoot boy covers his ears with his hands. In front of the door, firecrackers are lit at the fork in the road, crackling, dispelling ghosts and gods, evil, and even civil servants and civilian women set lotus lanterns into the river.

As soon as Jia Cong and his party arrived at Ximen Market, they were infected by the atmosphere and laughter, and some people led the way to deliver the flower basket: "We'll give you something to the young master."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Jia Cong received the gift and returned the gift. The flower basket was just a local specialty, but what he gave was a precious item from the wealthy family. How dare those people accept it?

Qin Zhong was intoxicated. Qin Keqing was lifting the curtain to watch and laughing out the dimples. At this moment, Fang was speaking, and every household lit the lanterns, without a sound, but I could have a premonition that rhythm: squirting, lanterns lit up one after another, making the whole city as bright as daytime. The moat suddenly turned into a fire dragon, hanging high in the east in the early months, flying colors condensed into the light, and beautiful as dreams.

"On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day, the moon was on the willows, and people made an appointment after dusk..." Qin Keqing put down the curtains, and the joy in the downtown area was freeze forever.
Chapter completed!