got windy.

Xia Yang also quietly hid in the clouds.

The originally sunny weather was like a beauty-loving girl wearing a new outfit.

The weather was perfect for traveling, but at this time, the group of people in the Drunkard Pavilion who were hiding from the sun did not notice this at all.

Because, the changes in the pavilion caught everyone off guard.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

Su Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide and looked at the tall and handsome piano player not far away.

What did he say his name just now? Lin Qingchi, Zi Wenruo? Well, Xiaoxiao must have heard it wrong.

The little fox demon looked at Zhao Rong with doubtful eyes.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't have time to look at her at this time.

Because he was also surprised, but he was sure that he heard it correctly. Looking at the violinist again, he was looking at him with a smile.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly and stood up to salute.

"Xiaosheng Zhao Rong, courtesy name Ziyu."

Lin Wenruo pushed the piano table forward, stood up, straightened his clothes, and returned the courtesy solemnly.

"It is not a gentleman to argue behind someone's back. Xiaosheng has become a villain today." Zhao Rong wanted to salute again.

Lin Wenruo walked forward quickly, holding up his hands with a helpless expression. "Brother Ziyu is too polite. Why did he say this? Qing Chi was obviously a villain, eavesdropping on Brother Ziyu's words behind his back."

"Besides, it's Qing Chi's blessing to be able to see Brother Ziyu today." Lin Wenruo's eyes were bright. "But Brother Ziyu's words of praise just now were really too high. Qing Chi felt..."

Zhao Rong listened carefully and guessed what he was going to say next. He thought about rejecting his words and prepared to praise a few more words and be humble to each other for a while.

Lin Wenruo: "It feels right, it feels absolutely right."

"Brother Wen Ruo is too modest... huh?"

Zhao Rong was stunned.

Su Xiaoxiao burst into laughter.

Lin Wenruo blinked twice quickly.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, the two Confucian scholars looked at each other and smiled.

In the Xuanhuang world, only Confucian scholars know how to choose names, and Confucian scholars generally only address each other by names. Therefore, the world only remembers a famous Confucian scholar by his surname and given name, but his first name is rarely known. Just like in the past

The second generation emperor of the human race, whose real name is Jiang Cang and whose courtesy name is Taiqing, but most people in the world only know Jiang Taiqing and don’t know who Jiang Cang is.

The atmosphere on Zhao Rong's side became relaxed, but the atmosphere on the side of the pavilion near the door was solemn.

Li Shiqian and the three of them stood there without moving at all, looking cautiously at Zhao Rong.

After Lin Wenruo spoke up, the fat Taoist priest Chen Hongyuan looked surprised, his breathing was a little rapid, and the fat on his face was trembling slightly. At this time, seeing a fact that he couldn't believe was already in front of him, he gasped for breath.

Don't dare to speak loudly.

The fat Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, casually put the fly whisk he was holding under his arm, turned around quietly, raised his legs and looked back. Seeing that the man over there was still talking and laughing, he took a breath, turned his back, and started walking.

He walked out of the pavilion lightly and never looked back.

Mr. Qingxi gritted his teeth and tightened his cheeks. He did not take the medicine today, but his cheeks became thinner, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was hysterical.

What two idiots! Idiots! You said something bad, but you want to talk about Lin Wenruo!? It’s okay now, as long as he glances at us, we will all die!

When he thought of what Lin Wenruo had done in the rumors, the old man wanted to beat his companion and the fat Taoist priest to death with the tail of his croaker.

Who is Lin Wenruo? The most powerful lord in Zhongnan Kingdom, the current head of the Lin family in Lanxi. If Chongxuguan is the leader of Taoism in Zhongnan Kingdom, then the Lin family in Lanxi is the leader of Confucianism in Zhongnan Kingdom! Every family head is the leader.

The literary leader of Zhongnan Kingdom and the prime minister of the court, whether openly or covertly.

Some people laughed and said, who does the King of Zhongnan rely on to govern the country? A Taoist priest named Lan and a Confucian scholar Lin.

The former is the master of Chongxu Guan, and has also served as the master of Zhongnan. The latter is the head of the Lin family in Lanxi, and his status in Zhongnan is second only to the master and the king.

Mr. Qingxi secretly complained in his heart. Although he was somewhat famous in the Luojing celebrity circle, he was nothing in front of Lanxi Lin. Even the most famous Zhongnan celebrity was just a nobody to Lanxi Lin.

A dispensable little role.

The fight between the two great figures, Qingjingzi and Lin Wenruo, the national master, you two idiots are talking about nothing! The debate between Confucianism and Taoism has not even begun yet, Taoist priests and Confucian officials in Luojing are being confiscated and exterminated every day. Now, as long as they are affected by the storm of this struggle,

If it affects a little bit, it's like a big word "death". As a result, you all touched the tiger's butt here!

In fact, this cannot be entirely blamed on Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan. After all, the two of them never expected to meet the real protagonist of the matter that is currently being discussed nationwide in a pavilion with few tourists outside Luojing City.

Moreover, the Zhongnan Kingdom never forbids citizens from discussing government affairs, so chatting was very common. Even ordinary women who were doing laundry and cooking at home could gossip behind their backs and talk about the king's behavior.

However, that is based on knowing that the other party is a big shot and cannot hear your own words.

Of course it's okay to scold Lin Wenruo behind his back, because everyone does it, but now if you scold Lin Wenruo like this in front of others, I can only respect you as a man.

Mr. Qingxi lamented endlessly and stood there not daring to move at all, for fear of attracting the man's attention. He glanced sideways at Li Shiqian next to him and found that his legs were trembling and his face was pale. He was worse than him, and he felt something in his heart.

I took some comfort, it seems that I am not the worst.

Wait, I didn’t seem to say anything bad about Lin Wenruo just now, it seemed like it was all said by these two idiots!

Mr. Qingxi was so happy that he completely forgot that although he didn't speak just now, he was nodding in response with a cold face.

It happened that at this time, he saw the fat Taoist priest who was closer to the door than him, who claimed to press Lin Wenruo's dog's head in front of him, running quietly. At first, his steps were steady and even, but later on, his steps became faster, and finally he seemed to be running away.

Run down the mountain...

The old man with the tail in his hand painted the gourd and the gourd, moved lightly, pretended not to recognize his companions, and ran away with the soles of his feet greased.

When Li Shiqian heard a slight movement behind him, he turned around with a pale face and saw that the other two people had fled away. He was dumbfounded and stood there, hesitating for a few seconds, and hurriedly followed.

When the old man saw his companion following him, he was so frightened that he was afraid that he would get involved, so he ran away. The two of them chased each other, staggering down the mountain, stumbling all the way.

But not long after they left, a warrior in black strode towards them from the direction they left.

The black-clothed warrior stopped in front of the pavilion, bowed his head and saluted, then glanced at Liu Sanbian, then stood guard at the door with his back turned, motionless.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from outside the pavilion.

"Brother Ziyu, don't pay attention." Lin Wenruo's smile did not change.

"A thousand pieces of gold are easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find. Please listen to Qing Chi play another song."

After saying that, Lin Wenruo reached out and gently grabbed Zhao Rong's wrist through his sleeve, turned around and pulled him towards the guqin.

"This song comes from a fisherman. When I was young, I traveled to a small country in the east with my college classmates. They passed by the unknown ancient ferry and boated on the river. I saw the fisherman singing drunkenly, so I wrote this song with my classmates. The title of the song is "Drunken Fishermen Sing Evening"

", It's a pity that my best friend from classmate can no longer come..."

"But I'm lucky enough to meet brother Ziyu today."

Zhao Rong's expression changed. He never expected that he would hold hands. Although he knew that some Confucian scholars had a hobby of shaking hands with their friends, he never expected that he would be caught off guard and meet one.

Zhao Rong secretly struggled hard, but was surprised to find that Lin Wenruo didn't seem to be holding tightly, and he didn't feel any pain from the drag, but he couldn't get away no matter what.

Zhao Rong turned his head while struggling and saw Su Xiaoxiao with his mouth slightly open, looking at his "held" hand in surprise, and then seemed to have opened the door to a new world, with a sudden look on his face.

Hey, what's your expression?

Liu Sanbian, on the other hand, looked at him inquiringly.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment and shook his head, then turned around and said, "Brother Wen Ruo, I'm a dull boy and don't understand the music, so let's forget it."

"Brother Ziyu, don't be humble. How can a Confucian scholar not understand the rhythm of the piano? If you are not very proficient, then you should listen to more music."

"Then Brother Wenruo, can you let go of my little brother's hand first?"

"It turns out that what Brother Ziyu cares about is Qingchi Menglang." Lin Wenruo suddenly let go and spoke apologetically.

"It's okay." Zhao Rong took his hand back and his eyes stayed on his face for a while, then turned to look outside the Drunkard Pavilion with a calm expression.

He said in a casual tone: "Brother Wen Ruo came to see me specifically."

The hilltop where the Drunken Old Man Pavilion is located is quite high. At this time, the sky is covered with white clouds. The mountain wind is like a reined wild horse, rushing in from all directions and struggling in the pavilion.

Zhao Rong's sleeves are full of mountain wind, and his clothes and belts are flying.

Lin Wenruo, who was facing away from Zhao Rong, surprisingly did not raise any of his sleeves.

He stopped when he heard the words and was quiet for a moment, then continued to walk to the guqin, stretched out his right hand to touch the slightly fragrant paulownia body of the guqin.

The gentle voice floated slowly on the wind.

"That's right, I'm here to apologize to Brother Ziyu."

"Why apologize?"

The eight-foot-tall man next to the piano turned around, faced Zhao Rong, and sighed slightly.

"You are not strict with your younger brother."

He stretched out an index finger, hooked it lightly, and there was a sound.

The black-clothed warrior who was watching the wind outside the pavilion walked away and brought the two men back after a while.
To be continued...