"The gulf is singing in the river island. A beautiful lady is a gentleman." Fan Baotong read a few words, stretched out his hand, and said, "If you listen to these poems, you can choose two words to make the name of a brothel. I don't have to worry about it. I just use the first two words - 'Guanguan', Guanguanguan. "When I said this, the satisfied look on my face could not be concealed, and he commented: "There is no more elegant than this name."

Jiang Zhong smiled and shook his head, saying, "The first two words in the first poem since there was a poem, put aside the humiliation and classics, the name of the second young master Fan Er used these two words to make the brothel, which is truly unique and unique, and learn from one example."

Fan Baotong glanced at Jiang Zhong and mocked, "It's a pity that if he was told to an old master, he wouldn't know what he would be angry about? "Guanju", a good love poem praising the love between men and women, and he insisted on "the virtues of concubines" in a far-fetched way, which is very boring."

Jiang Zhong laughed silently, Fan Baotong glared at him and said, "Why are you laughing at? Do you not agree with me? Although I call you sir, I may not be younger than you. You sir, but your beard has not grown."

Jiang Zhong shook his head and said, "It's not that you don't agree with your words, but because of your words, I think of an interesting story."

Fan Baotong sneered, leaned back deliberately, and said, "This is the same thing again. If you have free time, just tell your own story. I'll take a break."

Jiang Zhong didn't mind, so he put together the Book of Songs and said: "There was a prefect named Du in the Kingdom of Jiang..."

Fan Baotong snorted: "It seems to be a story of a loyal minister's advice."

Jiang Zhong ignored it and continued: "This prefect has a beautiful and extremely spiritual daughter named Du Liniang."

Fan Baotong stopped answering the conversation and moved his slightly closed eyes.

"That Prefect Du was a Confucian scholar. The first thing he was worried about in his life was that his daughter would learn bad things and do something that would insult his family. Therefore, when he saw flowers embroidered on the dress his daughter wore, the birds would be shocked."

Fan Baotong muttered on his nose and said, "Sorry Confucian!"

"In order to teach my daughter well, the prefect invited a Taoist master for Miss Du and arranged another maid to monitor her. Uh...it's like Mr. Fan's second son now."

Fan Baotong opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhong. Jiang Zhong smiled and continued to tell the story: "Accordingly, the first subject this Taoist master taught Miss Du was also the first chapter of the Book of Songs. As Mr. Fan said just now, this gentleman educated Miss Du with the "virtue of concubines" in the poem, but Miss Du was very dissatisfied and believed that this poem was a poem praising the love between men and women."

When Fan Baotong heard this, he opened his eyes and said, "If you want to teach me a lesson, you might as well say, I will inherit it, why should you arrange people so roundaboutly? It's very unfair."

Jiang Zhong said: "Don't be anxious, please listen to it later. When Miss Du said that she did not agree with her husband's explanation, she ran to the garden to play. Seeing the spring scenery in the garden, she thought that her youth was difficult to stay for a long time, but wasted so much, and she couldn't help but feel sad. After returning from the garden, she dreamed of a scholar who came to court with a half-branch of weeping willows. The two of them had a secret meeting by the peony pavilion, and they were not full of love. Unexpectedly, after waking up, they found that it was a big dream, which caused lovesickness. The medicine stone was useless, and the doctors were reluctant to leave, and finally died. The family buried her under the plum blossom tree in the garden according to her wishes, and her maid also sank her self-portrait at the bottom of the Taihu stone according to her instructions."

Fan Baotong was already sitting up at this time, playing with a piece of beautiful jade in his hand, but his ears were listening to Mr. Chen telling stories without missing a word. When he heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were filled with anger, and he held the jade tightly in his hand.

"Not to mention that Miss Du died of lovesickness, there is also a poor scholar named Liu Mengmei who dreamed of a beautiful woman standing under a plum tree in a garden, saying that she was married to him. Later, the scholar went to Beijing to take the exam and stayed in the plum blossom temple. He found that the woman in the portrait was the beauty in her dream."

Fan Baotong said dissatisfiedly: "The beauty has passed away, what's the use of picking up a portrait?"

Jiang Zhong was secretly surprised when he heard this, and then he was happy: "This young master of gourd is always interested in things." He said: "This is a coincidence that the book has been written. Although Du Liniang's body has fallen, his soul is still there. While Liu Mengmei was staying in Meihua Temple, he went to a private meeting with him and asked him to open the coffin to save the people. Liu Mengmei opened the coffin as he said, and Du Liniang resurrected. The two became husband and wife and went to the capital for the exam together."

Fan Bao Channel: "Du Liniang is back from the dead, what do her family say?"

"After Liu Mengmei took the exam, she wrote a letter to inform Du Taishou. Du Taishou did not believe it and put Liu Mengmei in prison."

Fan Baotong sighed: "I expected it, I expected it."

"But after the scientific examination was released, Liu Mengmei won the top scorer..."

Fan Baotong was about to nod, but suddenly remembered something, and slapped the table and said, "You... are such a good story, but you are going to be more abominable than them!"

Jiang Zhong also sneered and said, "I have told the story with Master Fan for so long, but Master II only heard this sentence and knew that my story was in vain."

Fan Baotong heard this and said, "You talked about the opposite point, just to warn me that only by winning the top scorer can you achieve perfect love? What's the difference?"

Jiang Zhong snorted and said, "I only think that the Second Young Master is a person with temperament. Unexpectedly... I am too lazy to argue with you. Give me pen and paper. I only say one sentence. If the Second Young Master is still obsessed with it, just think that I didn't say anything today."

Fan Baotong felt unwilling to accept that such a story should not be like this. As soon as he heard something in Jiang Zhong's words, he hesitated a little and handed over paper and pen to Jiang Zhong. Jiang Zhong picked up the pen and wrote a paragraph, and then threw the pen without saying anything.

Fan Baotong looked unstable, and reached out to take the paper. He only read it once, his face changed drastically, as if he was struck by lightning, and murmured: "I don't know where the love arises, and when it goes deeper, the living can die, and the dead can live."

A gentle and lingering literary spirit floated up from the paper and lingered upwards. Fan Baotong was fascinated by the way and just repeated the sentence.

Jiang Zhong looked at Fan Baotong thoughtfully, and his heart was as clear as a mirror: "It turns out that this young master of gourd is actually above the love gate. This 'prodigal leader' is actually a seed of infatuation, but I don't know who the beauty in his heart is?"

Fan Baotong woke up after a while and said in a daze: "Sir, I have learned the lesson. Can you give Mo Bao to the students?"

Jiang Zhong nodded and said, "If the second young master doesn't dislike it, just take it."

Fan Baotong stood up and bowed to Jiang Zhong, and said solemnly: "Just say this, I will recognize you too. Sir, please call me Baotong in the future."

Jiang Zhong smiled and said "okay", and did not rush to ask questions. He commented on "Peony Pavilion" for a while, which led Fan Baotong to speak.

"Baotong has his own difficulties in doing those ridiculous things, and the hidden truths are really not something that outsiders can tell you."

Jiang Zhong nodded and said, "Everyone has secrets that are not worth telling by outsiders. Sometimes it is difficult to accurately see what you see with your eyes."

Fan Baotong agreed and said, "Just": "Just like this scientific test, why should I be unable to get along with it? I have no grudges or grudges. I was born in Fan's house. Being able to pass the test is icing on the cake, and failing the test is not harmful. So I hate it, just don't want to be led by others, and I have some conspiracy in my heart..." He shook his head helplessly: "I just have nowhere to talk."

Jiang Zhong said: "Let me tell me."

"Sir, I have a brilliant heart, so I might as well guess."

"You can pick out the name of a brothel from "Guanju", but it is hard to say that you have seen any business story from the scientific examination."

Fan Baotong's face was happy, and he wanted to attract Jiang Zhong as a soulmate immediately. His eyes shone and stretched out his hand and said, "Sir, his eyes are as sharp as a torch, and he can be said to be a word."

Jiang Zhong looked at Fan Baotong with a profiteering look on his face and roughly guessed his direction. He listened to Fan Bao's channel: "Sir, how many students are preparing for the scientific examination in the ten countries of the mainland every year?"

Jiang Zhong read the "History of the Imperial Examination" and said: "There are hundreds of thousands."

Fan Baotong shook his head and said, "This is just a matter of course. How many poor students are there who cannot enter the school?"

Without waiting for Jiang Zhong to answer, he continued, "What is business? If you ask me, you will have business. If you want me, you will become business. When I ask me, my business in the scientific examination is to compile a set of bibliography to deal with scientific examinations according to the students' requests."

Jiang Zhong was amused when he heard this and said, "Are there any books on the market?"

Fan Baotong waved his hand and said, "I am different from them. My bibliography not only gathers questions about previous years' examinations, solves and answers, but also the great scholars and scholars who use the style of previous years' examinations to predict future examinations. Isn't that great?"

Jiang Zhong was stunned when he heard this. The cicadas of that summer seemed to ring in his ears again. The pile of books and the endless sea of ​​questions seemed to flash through his mind again, and he blurted out: "Five years of college entrance examination, three years of simulation!?"

"ah?"

“…No, five years of scientific research, three years of simulation?”

"Well, sir, this name is unique."
Chapter completed!