Yongfanglou, after Wanyun read the inscription poem, she cried softly and choked up: "This bosom friend is also!" ”

After answering two questions correctly in a row, the brothers were all elated, as if it was their ability.

Zhu Gaochi was difficult to come out to relax, and he was relieved and energetic for a while, but Xu Hao regretted taking him out.

The third painting is very simple, a red candle burns out a broken string, Zhu Gaochi does not think about it, and waving his pen to inscribe: The red candle burns out and the root is broken, and the mandarin duck dreams of a new love; The bright moon peeked at the window and was embarrassed, and the wind swept Luo shirt.

After writing it, I felt that it was inappropriate, and I thought that the two paintings in front of me all revealed the truth, and said that Wanyun's unfortunate life experience was a mistake.

How can such a talented woman with high Zhijie hate her new love?

Zeng Qi is a fierce man who can compose a hundred poems in one breath, and he also has the same doubts, and said: "The opposite is also true! If you think about it carefully, this painting should show its chastity and lofty aspirations, but why does it use the metaphor of a red candle breaking a string? I don't know if it's a self-metaphor or a meaning. ”

Ma Fuyao was in a hurry on the side and urged: "Why are you hesitating?" This question must also be successful, send it quickly, and you can meet the beautiful woman. ”

Zhu Yong said happily: "Drink fine wine, listen to fairy songs, embrace Meiji in your arms, and let yourself be happy." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Gaochi and Zeng Qi were both shocked, and they both understood the true meaning of the painting. Xu Hao said to himself: "There are many poor people in the world, it depends on the cause and effect, if it is a descendant of the eunuch who was raided, then I would rather have someone kill her, and I will never put her in the palace, unless it is a beauty rather than a country." ”

Zhu Gaochi pondered for a long time and said with a wry smile: "I understand." Pick up the pen and write again: I can't bear to complain about the pipa, and I bowed my head several times to sweep the sideburns. When Xie Jinling is a noble son, he holds a red candle to appreciate the remaining flowers.

Zeng Qi shook his head and stood up, seeing that the emperor was on the right track, but the sound outside the painting was the meaning of expelling guests. Zhu Gaochi also stood up with difficulty, and the two of them left.

Ma Fuyao exclaimed: "Why are you leaving? Isn't that right? ”

Wang Ji explained: "The three paintings painted by this woman. In order to show his bumpy and unfortunate life experience, he expresses his noble sentiments and is unwilling to fall into the dust. In short, this is by no means a place for you and me to find joy and sorrow, so leave quickly. ”

Li Jinglong and the others stood up boringly, and walked out helplessly together, and suddenly a call came from upstairs: "A few sons, please stay." ”

Hearing this, Wang Ji stopped and turned around and asked, "I don't know what to learn?" ”

Wanyun was silent in thought, as if she had an unspeakable secret, and did not show up. Seeing this, Zhu Gaochi said: "Xu Hao stays, and the others are scattered." After speaking, he was helped and drifted away.

Wanyun hurriedly said: "Quickly buy a banquet to entertain the son." With the sin of negligence, the concubine should have obeyed the agreement and personally served the handle. Now I have seen a few sons of Gaoyi, and I should know that there is a difference between men and women, so please forgive me. ”

In this way, Wang Ji and the others also left, leaving only Xu Hao and said: "It's not me who solves the problem, don't dare to disturb it, say goodbye!" ”

Wanyun suddenly walked out and said softly: "The concubine has a humble poem, please ask the son for advice." ”

Xu Hao frowned. Staring at the true face of the beautiful woman upstairs, he secretly said that it is poetry when he opens his eyes all day, and it is still poetry when he closes his eyes, and he is really trapped in the sea of poetry.

Beauty is not uncommon for Xu Hao. But without waiting for him to refuse, Yahuan handed him a piece of note, and Xu Hao habitually opened a corner casually, and it turned out to be written with a bloody finger. He couldn't help but be moved.

Once the turmoil is over, what will the quality of the festival rather be flawed? You can't snuggle up to your knees, and talk about the world with your whole body.

The paper kite line is broken and floats in the sky. Gold ornaments go to have a home; Qinglou finally parted with grievances, and the new mound of sacrificial wine returned to the blue flower.

Xu Hao looked a little inexplicable, feeling that he should be an old acquaintance with Wanyun, otherwise people would not rashly show this blood poem to themselves, but the big fat man who really solved the problem had anything to do with him?

If it is indeed someone who has met before, then she should be from the capital, it is said that Xu Hao has rarely had too much involvement with aristocratic girls, and there are few people who are impressed, hey! Blue flowers?

At this moment, Xu Hao suddenly remembered a past, in the messy room, there was a lady who barely maintained everyone's demeanor, sitting on a chair, surrounded by panicked women.

"Sappy!"

As Xu Hao slowly spit out the name that he had not seen in the world for a long time, he already knew Wanyun's true life experience, and he was actually the descendant of Lan Yu, how could it be? Back then, all three tribes were beheaded.

When he was in doubt, he looked up and vaguely saw the shadow of his skirt fluttering, and there was a bang, which seemed to be the sound of a stool and chair falling.

"Not good!" Xu Hao hurriedly rushed upstairs in a few steps, the beautiful girl was already hanging under the beam, raised her hand and hugged the person down, Wanyun's eyes were closed, her face was pale, and she fainted.

Yahuan cried six gods without a master, Xu Hao called for soup to pour first aid, pressed his hand on the acupoint, and soon Wanyun woke up leisurely.

Xu Hao said: "You have persevered for so many years, why do you want to die at this time? ”

Wanyun wept and sighed: "The kindness of the day has not been repaid, and the family has suffered a catastrophe, which has affected the king and sent him to prison." The mother's life as a concubine was entrusted to you, and she should have lived and died, but she didn't know it at that time.

Besides, the cheap concubine is a sinful body, and she is not qualified to match her words, but now she has fallen into the dust, what face do you have to meet you? can see it with your own eyes, your life's wish is enough, what shame is there and steal your life? “

Xu Hao came to say for a long time: "Can we talk vulgarly?" Aren't you tired? Who are you? ”

Wanyun wanted to laugh but felt uncomfortable, and said quietly: "The concubine sat next to her mother that day, didn't Engong remember?" ”

Xu Hao shook his head and said: "The house is full of female dependents, and the sky is dark, where do I remember to live." How the hell did you get out? Don't sell it. ”

"Yes!" Wanyun sighed and said, "Maybe you even forgot about the two sisters Chanchan and Juanjuan." ”

Xu Hao said: "I remember, I slashed the mother of the sect secretary just to create chaos and let people take them out, and then I was imprisoned in the prison of the Criminal Department, and my family escorted them to the south, and I have never seen them since." ”

Wanyun's tears flowed uncontrollably, and she cried: "Sister Chan'er let me replace her in order to save me, but Sister Chanchan refused to enter the sect to be humiliated, and she committed suicide by hanging herself from the beam with my mother and them that night." ”

Xu Hao was immediately dumbfounded, his status was low, and it was already a huge risk to be able to help the two dancing girls, even if Zhu Yuanzhang learned about it at that time, he would not be too embarrassed by him, but if he rescued Lan Yu's descendants, it would be a big crime.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Chang stole the beams and changed the pillars, thinking that Chanchan and Juanjuan were greedy people, but it turned out to be for the master's family, which was unexpected.

Things in the world must have a cause and effect, Chanchan is willing to sacrifice her life to save people, and there must have been a tragic past back then, which was given kindness by the Lan family, so she was willing.

Thinking of this, Xu Hao sighed, and Wanyun was immersed in the memories of the past, and slowly told what had happened over the years.

Li Qiu smuggled people out, and his father personally escorted them to the Jianghuai area, settled in a village near the sea, bought a house and ten acres of thin fields, left two hundred taels of silver, and asked the hundred households from the Xu family to take care of them.

In this way, Wanyun and Juanjuan lived in peace for two years, who knew that they were harassed by the Japanese invaders, and hundreds of households were martyred, and the two were scattered when they fled, and Xu Hao was at a loss and did not know that something had happened.

Wanyun was just ten years old at that time, young and unaccompanied, with the crowd staying at the wilderness inn, thinking of her tragic life at night, she couldn't help but cry secretly when she couldn't sleep.

There was a Suzhou merchant living next door, who heard her cry sadly and asked her why she was crying? Wanyun was young and had no scheming, and told her family history in 1510. Fortunately, the merchant is a loyal and honest person, Lan Yu is a well-known national hero, very respectful, immediately took her to Suzhou to settle in his own home, three meals a day to serve carefully, ready to make plans in the future.

Unexpectedly, the merchant's wife was jealous by nature, and when she saw that her husband brought back a beautiful blank like a flower and jade, she first had a little jealousy. After hearing that it was a criminal minister, it was the person who was arrested by the imperial court, and he was afraid in his heart, lest he be exposed and implicated.

One day, when her husband went out to do business, his wife coaxed Wanyun to go to her aunt's house to visit her, but she was sold to Fireworks Willow Lane. Later, Wanyun was taught piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., and sold it to Yongfanglou at a high price.

Wanyun remembered Xu Hao's appearance and voice in her mind, although so many years have passed, Xu Hao's demeanor and habits have not changed much.

What's more, this is the capital, and Xu Hao is a well-known figure, it is not surprising that Wanyun can recognize him at a glance, but he is not qualified to take the initiative to recognize him because of his low self-pitying status, otherwise Xu Hao should have received the news a long time ago.

Of course, there are still many doubts and coincidences in this matter, and Juanjuan is also missing, but there are still many descendants of the Lan family. In fact, it doesn't matter to Xu Hao whether it's true or not, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with Wanyun, what if it's real, what if it's fake? In addition to perhaps getting a compensation from the imperial court, he can't inherit the title, he can't be an official, and his relatives and friends are all dead.

Xu Hao looked at the sobbing Wanyun, hoping that he was the heart of a villain, the Lan Yu case was a case of rebellion, and it was impossible for Zhu Gaochi to pardon the identity of a sinner for the Lan family.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic greeting and laughter downstairs, and the old bustard shouted: "My son is happy today, see who is coming?" ”

Xu Hao looked down and saw that it was Chen Ying and Zhu Gaosui, and there was a feeling that the road was narrow.

When Chen Ying was filial piety, he was a frequent visitor to Yongfang Building, and he was not yet a career at that time, and he was a master who picked his ass and instigated his fingers. The old bustard was a young flower at that time, and admired his talent and did not ask for much silver, and they got along for a year or two.

Now Chen Yinggui is the imperial history of the left capital, and the spring breeze is proud. But the old bustard's face was shorter, his eyes were thinner, his cherry mouth had become bigger, and his waist had bent over.

Zhu Gaosui, like his second brother Zhu Gaosui, did not go to the fiefdom under various excuses, and Zhu Gaochi remembered that his parents died and his two younger brothers were not reluctant.

It's just that I didn't expect Chen Ying to get involved with Zhu Gaosui, but it's not surprising that they are both ambitious. (To be continued......)