Qiu Yan returned to the cabin on the first floor, took ten cents and handed it to Er Niu, and unwillingly stared at the paper roll in the latter's hand, and said: "This is your reward for running errands, my young lady said, thank you Lord Xu for your kindness, but it is useless, you can take it back in its original form." ”

Erniu didn't take the ten pennies to reward money, he really looked down on it, Brother Erniu is now Jing Anbo's long-term follower, if you count the year-end bonus, a month's salary can reach five taels of silver, a proper gold-collar figure in the family world.

"Don't you want the poetry king of our master?" Erniu scratched his head and asked in a humming voice.

Qiu Yan nodded angrily, Erniu sighed, turned around and walked out of the cabin, although he was honest, but he was not an idiot with a tendon, since people don't want it, naturally they won't continue to send it hard.

"Hey, the reward!"

Erniutou waved his hand proudly: "No need." ”

"It's really stupid, don't want a bounty." Qiu Yan couldn't help muttering.

Just as Erniu walked to the door of the cabin, he met a woman who was still charming, who was the mother of the old bustard Jin in Xiuchun Building, who had returned from going out.

Mother Jin almost bumped into Erniu, patted her bulging chest and said exaggeratedly: "Ouch, where did the wild man come from, it scared the old lady." ”

Erniu smelled a pungent smell of fat powder, and took a few steps back with a red face, and the two mountains of implicit meat on Mother Jin's chest flashed to his eyes and pure heart.

"Ouch, that's strong!" Mother Jin looked at Erniu, who was nearly two meters tall, with blazing eyes, although the sister loves to be pretty, but a sister of Jin's mother is more likely to be strong and capable.

At this time, two old men dressed as scribes followed behind Mother Jin, one of whom suddenly sighed when he saw Er Niu, revealing a constipation-like thinking expression.

Erniu was also stunned for a moment when he saw this person, and then said with a smile: "Tang ...... Tang Gongzi! ”

The thin scribe with sparse eyebrows slapped his forehead and said, "You really know this son, hey, this son remembers, you are Xu Ziqian's servant, what is your name!" ”

Erniu grinned: "The little one is called Erniu!" ”

"Yes, yes, Erniu, your master is here?" The thin scribe slid into the cabin with a thief's eye.

Erniu said honestly: "Our master is not here, and the little one is ordered to send things to the king." ”

At this time, Mother Jin finally reacted, and hurriedly said: "Tang Gongzi, the Xu Ziqian you said is Lord Qincha Xu?" ”

The thin scribe with sparse eyebrows is none other than Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, an old man in his fifties who still calls himself a son, and there is no one else except this old man, and the middle-aged scribe standing next to him is called Wen Bi, and the words are clear. Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming are both from Wuxian County, Suzhou, and they are classmates and friends, and they are known as the "Four Great Talents of Wuzhong" together with Zhu Zhishan and Xu Zhenqing.

At this time, Tang Bohu opened the folding fan and said with a smile while shaking: "Isn't it him, my son intersected with Xu Ziqian in Hongzhou (Nanchang) back then, and they were very familiar with each other." ”

It is said that Tang Bohu was trapped in Nanchang back then, in order to get out and leave, he pretended to be stupid and drunk every day, and finally Xu Jin gave him a "clever plan", that is, he stripped naked and ran on the street.

As a result, this goods creatively knotted their clothes into a burden and picked them on bamboo poles, and chanted poems while running on the street, which happened to collide with the honor guard of Zhu Chenhao, the king of Ning, and finally angered the king of Ning, and threw him out of Nanchang City after beating him with a board. After Tang Bohu raised chrysanthemums, he happily left Jiangxi and returned to his hometown of Wuxian County, Suzhou.

Now Tang Bohu doesn't have to pretend to be stupid, he is dressed very cleanly, but he is not as sloppy as before, but the old man in his fifties is handsome with a folding fan, which is really not interesting.

After Mother Jin got an affirmative answer, she immediately stared at Erniu with burning eyes, and said with a smile: "Little brother Erniu, what did your master send to Cuiqiao?" ”

Before Erniu could answer, Qiu Yan said, "Mother Jin, Master Xu sent Miss a poem, but Miss refused politely. ”

Mother Jin suddenly jumped to her feet when she heard this, and said tightly: "This stupid girl, how can you refuse Lord Xu's kindness, Brother Erniu, leave it to me!" After speaking, he snatched the roll of paper, and suddenly, Erniu didn't react at all.

"Mother Kim, stop!"

Mother Jin just wanted to open the paper roll, Wang Cuiqiao was walking down the stairs, and hurriedly called out to stop the former, the voice was as beautiful as a yellow warbler out of the valley.

Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming followed the prestige, both of them were bright-eyed, and the former also showed a look of intoxication and chanted: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." Xiaosheng Tang Yin has seen everyone Wang! ”

Wen Zhengming also arched his hand and said: "Wen has seen everyone Wang!" ”

At this time, Wang Cuiqiao had already walked down the stairs, wearing a lake-green one-piece dress, her hair was tied into a hairpin and butterfly bun, her eyebrows were like spring mountains and daisies, her eyes were like autumn water, and she was peerless.

"The little woman has seen Tang Gongzi, Mr. Wen!" Wang Cuiqiao said to Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming.

Wen Zhengming is a famous talent in the south of the Yangtze River, good at calligraphy and painting, and Wang Cuiqiao, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, has intersected, Wang Cuiqiao also asked him for calligraphy, so he is called Mr.

After Wang Cuiqiao finished saluting Tang Yin and Wen Zhengming, he turned to Mother Jin and said softly: "Mother Jin, return the things to this Erniu brother, we can't accept it." ”

Mother Jin said unhappily: "Silly girl, this is given to you by Lord Xu on his own initiative, why can't you accept it." ”

Wang Cuiqiao explained: "Wang Luzhu has already used Lord Xu's poems to participate in the competition, and I can't use him anymore. ”

"So what's the matter, if she can use it, we can use it, what kind of reason do you stupid girl admit!"

Tang Bohu's face was a little unbearable, he was such a talented man who is famous for his poetry here, and this time he was invited by Jin's mother to write a poem for Wang Cuiqiao, but Jin's mother saw Xu Jin's poems and hung him aside, Tang Dacai naturally felt very faceless.

As for Wen Zhengming, he is not good at poetry, so he stood aside and watched his old friend with a smile.

"Ahem!" Tang Bohu coughed twice, took the scroll of paper from Mother Jin's hand and said: "Xu Ziqian's attainments in poetry are still quite good, and let Xiao Xian appreciate one or two!" ”

After Tang Bohu finished speaking, the old god opened the paper scroll on the ground, shook his head and groaned: "The flowers are flying and the flowers are full of flowers, and there is no one to pity the red incense...... Hey, this isn't like Xu Ziqian's style...... The gossamer is soft and fluttering spring pavilion, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain, well, this sentence is not bad, and look down, Xu Ziqian's ancient style poem is quite long. The daughter of the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow and has nothing to do......"