Time seemed to stand still, and in front of the people on the floor, Lu Xianyan slowly raised his head and stared at Xia Lishuang, as if he wanted to remember these eyes.

"You're right...... I'm a coward! ”

After that, Tsing Yi flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

Behind him, Xie Xiuyuan waved his sleeves and wanted to catch up, but looking at Wen Ranran and Xia Lishuang, he was entangled in whether he wanted to salute or not.

Wen Ranran's fan half-covered her face, looked at Xie Xiuyuan's extremely tangled expression, and said in a low voice, "Don't reveal half a word about today's matter...... Let him calm down! As a friend, he should be in charge of the time and place, and there are some things that he should figure out by himself. ”

Xie Xiuyuan looked at the place where Lu Xianyan's figure disappeared and couldn't help sighing.

"Minister...... I understand it under it! Thank you for your advice! ”

Over the years, in fact, many people have gradually been able to see Lu Xianyan's faults, and everyone knows that they choose not to say it.

After all, for outsiders, some dare not spray, some can't, and some are younger than him.

Lu Xianyan has always lacked a person who can absolutely suppress him and wake him up.

And now, Xia Lishuang is equivalent to a dose of fierce medicine.

"I hope he can really figure it out!" Wen Ranran waved her hand and followed Xia Lishuang out of the teahouse.

Xia Lishuang looked at the street lights and said with a smile, "Believe him, genius is genius, it's just a dead end, besides...... I wasn't going to let him mingle with that crowd at the poetry party! ”

"Huh? Not participating? Won't it be difficult to convince the public? Wen Ranran looked at each other in slight surprise.

"I'm going to let him be the ...... of this poetry meeting Presiding Judge! ”

Wen Ranran: "......"

Is this going to let Lu Xianyan figure it out, give him enough respect, and then let him scold this group of people for crying?

"Are you going to ...... Too cruel? ”

Wen Ranran held back for a long time, and finally couldn't bear to say, "The face of a scholar is the thinnest...... You're ...... But it's a dimensionality reduction strike! ”

"The skin is too thin, how can you be an official?" Xia Lishuang smiled slyly, "Say it again...... Have you forgotten when Yuan Shurong was in officialdom at the beginning? The hurdle that a little woman can cross, what are a group of big men afraid of? Could it be that they are not as good as women? ”

Wen Ranran thought about it, it seemed to be such a truth.

So, she happily accepted the cruel advice.

……

Lu Xianyan walked out of the Qingfeng Teahouse angrily, his face flushed by Xia Lishuang's words, together with the warm wine in his stomach, burned his face red in an instant, and there seemed to be something in his chest that was about to explode.

He had to stride quickly to express the uncomfortable emotions in his heart.

The biting cold wind made him gradually sober up, and gradually slowed down his angry pace.

However, the resentment is followed by endless sadness and emptiness.

He knew deep down that everything the man said was the truth.

He prides himself on being thick-skinned, and often sprays so much that people can't find the north, and many of his colleagues are scolded by him so disheartened that he hugs his head and cries, and he lives like a unique dog's tail grass in this capital.

Except for Xie Xiuyuan, no one wanted to play with him.

But occasionally, looking at Xie Xiuyuan's official uniform and listening to him talk about the recent events in the DPRK, he will actually regret it.

If back then, if his attitude had been more humble and less arrogant and sharp, would he have become a good official who asked for the people's life like Xie Xiuyuan now, glorifying his ancestors and being upright?

But reality has no ifs.

This sharp mouth is his nature, his innate nature.

Reading poetry and books to the point is his capital, and it is a habit engraved in his bones when arguing with others.

After so many years, I have not been able to succumb to reality.

But is this so-called insubmissiveness really my own mistake?

Lu Xianyan almost doubted himself.

The heavy snow fell on the capital, and the blood of the year seemed to have been cold, and he tiredly pushed open the dilapidated and shabby door panel, and wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie Xiuyuan and the smiling woman in the teahouse sitting swaggering in front of the hall of his broken house, boiling the wine Xie Xiuyuan brought.

And the man who spoke mercilessly, but did not come.

What's going on?