Chapter 60

"I don't know which of the poems written tonight is the best?" Ran Yan raised his voice and asked.

On the river, after a long time of discussion, they went to ask the opinions of several famous scholars who were watching the scene. Finally, Zhang Fei volunteered and said in a loud voice, "today's cloud parallel crossing the magpie bridge should not be the pulse and distance. My family likes to open the mirror and wear needles under the moon to worship the nine nights. "

It was as if the poem had been written by him.

This poem is about the Double Seventh Festival. To tell you the truth, it is difficult for ran Yan to understand the emotion without some literary accomplishment. When practicing French medicine, because of the need to read Song Ci's "the collection of grievances", ran Yan had studied the ancient prose carefully for a period of time, but being able to understand and understand the feelings expressed in the poems was not the same level.

Ran Yan silently counted the poems he still remembered, and finally sighed. There were only more than ten poems that could be remembered completely. What "weeding the grass in the afternoon" and "two Orioles Singing the green willows" had nothing to do with the Chinese Valentine's day.

With ran Yan's temperament, if she believed in soul crossing, she would certainly recite the complete works of Li Bai's poems and so on.

Thinking of Li Bai, ran Yan thought for a moment and said, "I'll recite a poem. If you can't make a poem with a higher artistic conception, please let me go."

What a big breath! All the people on the river were surprised and slowed down, but they also felt disdain. Even if the ladies have some talent and learning, they can't be higher than their husbands who are studying all day long!

"You can't let ran Shilang do it for you." Zhang Fei immediately said.

Although ran Yunsheng had never entered the state school and had never been admitted to the imperial examination, he was well-known for his high literary accomplishment because he was born in a merchant and could not be admitted to the imperial examination.

"Good." Ran Yan answers.

Pingjiang river is silent, only the sound of water. Young Lang Jun and famous scholars stop to listen. On the Qi's boat, a group of noble women stand along the fence. Qi liuniang stares at ran Yan's boat with a little complexity in her cold look.

Qi Yuxiu curled his lips and said, "ran shiqiniang will release such a big talk. Do you think you have a plan in mind? Is it possible that we have a plan? Just to grab the position of the sixth sister? "

Because she had seen ran Yan's calm posture in the face of the corpse in the Yin mansion, Qi Yuxiu had a little less rejection of her, but it was not enough to like her.

Qi liuniang pursed her lips and did not speak, but she frowned slightly.

Ran Meiyu is skimming her mouth, ran Yan has a few catties, she can't understand! If you don't rely on ten brothers, what kind of poetry can she make! Thinking of Ran Yunsheng, ran Meiyu's heart is a burst of diaphragmatic response, originally ten brothers treat her is also excellent, but now ran Yan alone robbed! She was eager for ranyan to make a fool of herself in front of all Suzhou people.

Each of them had his own mind. In the cabin, ran Yan's voice slowly spread, "Zhao Ke man Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and is like a meteor. Kill one man in ten steps and leave no line in a thousand miles. When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide in your name. "

There was an uproar on the river. What ran seventeen Niang recited was not "Tanabata poem", but an assassin! And between the words, bold and uninhibited, will be an anonymous, living the lowest life of the assassin, described so free and easy noble!

Ran Yan's cold and indifferent voice is not big. With the cold wind blowing away, the feeling of taking people's life between raising their hands is rendered incisively and vividly.

The person who was assassinated by Sufu did not know who was killed. There was some disturbance at that moment, and then he left quietly. Therefore, the rest of the people did not know that there would be an assassin tonight.

Ran Yan knew this, and then he dared to recite this poem.

Just when people thought that the poem had been recited, they heard ran Yan continue to chant, "when you are free, drink in Xinling and take off your sword and knee. He will cook Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Ying with a cup. Three cups of Turan promise, but the five mountains are light. When you are dazzled, your spirit is full of vitality. "

"Handan was shocked to save Zhao with a golden hammer. Two strong men of the thousand years, he Daliang city. Even if you die, you will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write your honor, the white headed taixuan Scripture. "

The latter two paragraphs tell the story of xinlingjun, Hou Ying and Zhu Hai. Even if the knight errant master is successful, he will succeed in his career.

The people were shocked by the bold and free and easy of this poem, but also breathed a sigh. It turned out that it was not the assassin, but the knight errant.

During the period of Zhenguan, he still advocated military force. Besides, which man didn't have a chivalrous dream in his heart? This poem is bold and open, ambitious, and shakes everyone's heart.

There was no sound on the river for a long time.

Even those great scholars were stunned for a long time after listening to this poem. They were so bold and generous that even Lang Jun was ashamed of it!

"Can you let me go Ran Yan is a little impatient.

Sometimes it's not because you don't want to compare, you can stay out of it. This is the world. Ran Yan wondered whether it was necessary to find an opportunity to dissect the corpse in public. In this way, everyone in Suzhou would not be able to avoid ran seventeen Niang. Such a boring comparison is really not her delight.

What's more, ran Yan has a few drops of ink in his belly. He knows very well that he can dissolve it once. What about the second time, the third time, and countless times after that?Naturally, people were not willing to let her go at once, but all the people present, including a group of great scholars, for a while, who could write a poem that suppressed "Xiakexing"?

Therefore, whether willing or not, they also opened the way for the ship.

Ran Yunsheng stares at ran Yan in the cabin and says, "ah Yan, this poem, is generous and free, with lofty ambition. It's even compared with the great Confucians!"

Ran Yan said with a faint smile, "this poem is just what I heard. I've read it for several years. Ten brothers don't know how to make such poems?"

Ran Yunsheng nodded clearly, and immediately worried for her, "who wrote this poem? It's not good for your reputation to be told that you're using poetry falsely If you know who this person is, you might as well... "

"With money?" Ran Yan interface way.

Ran Yunsheng obviously has never done such a thing. Hearing ran Yan's bluntness, he immediately blushed.

"You have also said that this poem is generous and free, and the poet must also be a man of open mind and noble character. How could he stoop for money?" Ran Yan also knew that ran Yunsheng was concerned about her. He felt warm in his heart and said, "ten brothers, don't worry. I've known this person for a long time, and I'll make sure that it won't happen."

Seeing that she was so determined, ran Yunsheng put down his heart and looked out of the window. The noise returned to the Pingjiang River, as if winning three points more than before.

"Brother ten, let's go back." Ran Yan light way.

The matter has come to this point. I'm afraid it will cause more troubles if we go on shopping.

Ran Yunsheng also agreed, so the famous boatman berthed the boat to a cold shore, took ran Yan off the boat together, walked all the way to enjoy the moon, and soon saw the market.

"Tired or not? Do you want ten brothers to carry you on your back Ran Yunsheng saw the perspiration on ran Yan's nose and couldn't help asking.

"I'm so old. It's not proper to let my brother carry it on my back." Ran Yan imitates Xing Niang's tone, and is upright.

Ran Yunsheng was amused by her description. His smile was as bright as the bright moon, reflecting the dim Liuxia river bank. But ran Yunsheng was smiling, but his heart was filled with disappointment. After all, they grow up, and they can't be as intimate as they were when they were children.

They walked quietly on the embankment, getting closer to the noisy market, and suddenly heard a rustle nearby.

Ran Yunsheng took ran Yan's wrist and looked at the voice. He was about to quicken his pace. From behind a willow forest, a woman's voice came out, "sirang You know what... "

The voice of gentle, with a touch of resentment, and a faint tenderness, "do you know, in this river, calm a woman."

Ran Yan grabs ran Yunsheng, makes a quiet gesture to him, and walks towards the sound lightly.

Two people hide behind a thick willow tree, ran Yan slightly pokes out his head, and from the gap in the woods, he sees a well-dressed man lying in the grass beside the river bank, unable to see his face clearly. The river wind blows, and there is a strong smell of wine in the air. I think he is drunk.

The woman, wearing a apricot gauze dress with flowing clothes, bent over and stretched out her delicate jade hand, gently stroking the man's face and face. Her eyebrows and eyes were low and her nose and lips were small, with a faint smile. She seemed to be happy or hate. She turned her back to the moon, showing a bit of gloom.

It's Yin Miaomiao. Ran Yan recognized her when she heard the voice.

Just now Yin Miao called a "four Lang", can't it be that drunk man is Qin Silang?!

"Hiro." Yin Miaomiao sighed and looked at Qin Musheng quietly for a while, then he pulled him up and walked towards the river.

Only a Zhang away, Yin Miao dragged the tall and strong Qin Musheng to the river bank for a long time.

Under the moonlight, her white forehead exudes fine sweat, her temples are slightly scattered, her broken hair is blown up by the wind, pasted on her face, her smile is like flowers, always gentle description, showing a kind of sad, interwoven with smile, hidden crazy, "Qin Silang, Qin Musheng! Today is her memorial day. Let's die together. Go find her

"I can't live..." Yin Miaomiao said, fog gathered in his eyes, and tears fell down his cheek.

Ran Yunsheng's arm is slightly forced, casting an inquiring look to ran Yan. Ran Yan shakes his head.

They stood where they were and continued to listen.

"Lady!" A girl in a light pink Ru skirt and a bun ran over in a hurry. Seeing the pear blossom drizzle in Yan Miaomiao's tears, she said, "calm down, let the past go, and the lady should put it down."

The maid comforted with a soft voice and quickly helped Yin Miao to make up her face.

"Ma'am, let's go. The people over there have gathered together. It's time to throw a needle to beg for dexterity." The maid looked at the drunken Qin Silang on the ground and pulled up Yin Miao.

Yin Miaomiao tightly pursed his lips, took a deep look at Qin Musheng, then turned to go.

"Ah Yan!" Qin Mu Sheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and begged, "ah Yan, don't go!"

Yan Miao quickly turned back and said in a trembling voice, "what do you say?"

"Lady, don't worry about him. Let's go quickly." The maid squatted down and broke Qin's hand.Qin Musheng yelled, "ah Yan! Ah Yan! Don't give up. I won't get involved in any more! "

Ran Yunsheng can't help but look at ran Yan, but he is doomed to be unable to see anything moving on her face. His quiet eyes are staring at the three people by the river, as if the words "a Yan" in Qin Musheng's mouth are calling others. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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