He suddenly wanted to tell a story, and Nie Xiaoli didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Fan, however, kept to himself and started talking: "A long time ago, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen..."

Mr. Jiang had no choice in telling a story, and the story had ups and downs. When he finished telling it, he realized that Nie Xiaoli had tears streaming down his face.

Mr. Jiang was just talking, but when he saw this scene he was a little panicked: "Little Oriole, it's just a story, why are you crying... We can't cry while listening to a story, worrying about the ancients..."

Nie Xiaoli wiped the corners of his eyes: "...Xiaoqian is so pitiful."

Jiang Fan smiled: "She is still very content. After all, there is still Ning Caichen in this world."

Nie Xiaoli was silent for a long time: "If there is such a Mr. Ning, Xiaoli will be satisfied."

"Yes, yes, little Oriole is so beautiful and gentle, sooner or later the infatuated Mr. Ning will appear."

"can you?"

"Of course, I promise this..."

Go ahead, I promise, how can you guarantee this kind of thing?

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but scratch his head in embarrassment.

On the contrary, it made Nie Xiaoli laugh. Biquku

This young master is really interesting, he can actually tell stories to his servants.

She tilted her head and thought for a while: "Sir, is Nie Xiaoqian's name modeled after Little Oriole?"

"Haha...what a coincidence."

Nie Xiaoli pursed her lips: "Are you deliberately causing a tragedy for Xiaoli?"

"Uh..." Damn it, the woman is having a seizure. I just accidentally thought of this story from her name.

"No, no, you didn't see that you said at the end that you were waiting for her to be reincarnated. This means you have to wait patiently. Lovers will eventually get married..."

Mr. Jiang had no choice but to force him to do it.

Nie Xiaoli was obviously dissatisfied, his eyes were filled with mist, which made Mr. Jiang feel sad.

He quickly said: "Actually, this story also has a song, which is very nice. Let me sing it to you."

Nie Xiaoli was still feeling knotty at first, but suddenly she heard that her master wanted to sing a song for her. She was a little confused at that time. Wasn't it the role of a slave to sing to her master?

But before she could say that she didn't dare or anything, Mr. Jiang started to hum.

"The road of life is like a long road with beautiful dreams, and the road is covered with wind and frost. There are many directions for beautiful dreams in the world of mortals. The road to find love in the center of crazy dreams is as vast as the people..."

The minor tune is very weird, but inexplicably beautiful, and the lyrics are melodious and melodious. It vividly expresses the feeling of a young man pursuing his dream on the road in the world, and experiencing many hardships and hardships, but there is always a lingering feeling of happiness, which makes people feel happy. I indulge in it unconsciously.

As Jiang Fan sang, it seemed as if many light and film clips slowly appeared in front of his eyes. Finally, the young man who was wandering in the middle of it faintly turned into his own appearance...

This thing was fatal to the temptation of Nie Xiaoli, who loved to sing. He laughed when he listened to it, and cried when he laughed.

Later, Mr. Jiang was left in a hurry

, and finally succeeded in turning the situation around by talking about the technical aspects of this piece of music being suitable for music with guzheng and flute.

After appeasing the sentimental girl, Mr. Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Go and clean up quickly, we should set off to visit that old Master Yan...

Thirty miles away from Moling City there is Qucheng. It is a small town, but it is world-famous. Probably because this place is the hometown of Master Yan, it is known as the Holy City of Literary Music.

There is a low mountain in the center of Qucheng, known as Wenqiu in the world. The top of Wenqiu is broad and flat, and a huge mansion built on it is Wensheng Mansion. Biquku

It is the residence of the only contemporary literary saint, Master Yan.

Wenqiu is the Holy Land of Literary World. There is an endless stream of literati and poets all day long. Everyone here is very humble, just like a pilgrim.

But today, there was an exception.

A giant luxury carriage produced by the Nangong family arrived in an unusually ostentatious manner. It passed directly through the jade archway inscribed by Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty to represent the glory of the literary saint. It did not stop at all like other people, adjusted its clothes, and bowed three times before entering.

"Who is this person? He is so rude!"

When some scholars saw this situation, they became angry.

"Yes, this is the Wenshengfang built under the order of Emperor Taizu of Zhou Dynasty. There is no scholar in the world who doesn't respect him very much. This man has no respect at all. It's annoying!"

"I'll go question it later..."

Just as he was talking, the carriage had arrived in front of the Wen Sheng Mansion, and a beautiful woman in yellow clothes slowly got out of the car and handed a greeting card to the door.

"Qin, King Xiaoyao pays a visit to Old Master Yan."

Many of the scribes who had just gathered around stopped immediately.

It's actually this person?

This is really unstoppable.

Although this place is a sacred place in the literary world, he is the king of another country after all, so even if he is disrespectful, he can't say anything.

However, King Xiaoyao came to Jin in the name of visiting worthy people, but he did not come to visit Master Yan immediately. Instead, he leaned on the red and green trees and lived happily for many days.

In any case, this kind of approach is too contemptuous of literary saints and goes too far.

Now I see Shengfang not getting out of the car or worshiping, obviously he doesn't care.

Naturally, it aroused the anger of many people and made them feel humiliated.

Although you are the King of Xiaoyao, this is a matter in the literary world, so what can you do if you just show off?

For a while, many literati whispered and looked unhappy.

In Wen Sheng's Mansion, an old man was holding a greeting card with a sullen look on his face. He said to an old man with white hair and boyish face sitting cross-legged on the futon, "Master, this man is really unreasonable. He drank and had fun until he came here today. He is really a big deal."

Disrespectful.”

There were eighteen scribes sitting on both sides of the hall, who were the eighteen disciples of Master Yan. Hearing that King Xiaoyao was visiting, he was also very unhappy.

"Master, it would have been fine if this person didn't say he was coming to visit you in the first place. But from the very beginning he was just visiting you under the guise of visiting a worthy person, but he had been having fun for many days before he came to visit you.

, it’s really crazy.”

"Yes, Master is a saint in the literary world. How can you be so disrespectful? It's okay if you don't see this person!"

The old man with white hair slowly put down the bamboo slip in his hand and said slowly: "The sage said, if people don't respect me, it's because I have no talent; if I don't tolerate others, it's because I am immeasurable. Why do you, after reading the books of sages, feel uneasy in your heart and feel uneasy in your belly?"

One of the disciples suddenly said: "Master is a great virtue, I'm so impressed."

The old man holding the name card in his hand also moved his eyes a few times, but said: "There are many masters, but we in the literary world should respect the master of heaven and earth. This person is not only disrespectful to you, but also disrespectful to etiquette."

The white-haired old man smiled calmly: "Courtesy to people is like wine. What do you mean? The original meaning of the word is not to teach us to treat others with courtesy in order to educate others. Dear brother Wen, please

Mr. Jiang, come in."

That old man was none other than Master Yan’s younger brother, Yan Congwen.

After hearing this, I had no choice but to say: "I will obey Master's teachings."

After a while, everyone saw a young man walking up the steps and entering the palace in a carefree manner.

Although they were dissatisfied with his lack of etiquette, everyone could not help but secretly praise him, what a handsome young man.

The young man in front of me has beautiful features, fluttering white clothes, long hair, a white hairband hanging on both shoulders, and a bamboo object that is more than a foot long in his hand. He looks so free and easy.

This is the seventeen-year-old young king who is famous all over the world, the title of Poet Immortal and Ci Sage, Jiang Fan, Jiang Yulang.

"Jiang Fan, this junior, pays homage to the old master."

The young man smiled and bowed his hands slightly.

Master Yan looked at the young man in front of him with a smile: "Young man is carefree, untainted by the vulgar world, and not tainted by the world. Mr. Jiang is indeed very charming."

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Master, please don't be surprised if Jiang Fan doesn't know the etiquette."

Yan Fuzi brushed his beard and said: "Etiquette is based on the heart and manifested in actions. There is no rigidity in the heart, and the actions are free and easy. There is no need to care too much." Biquku

Jiang Fan said: "Master, I have learned a lot from you."

Master Yan said: "Young Master Jiang has come a long way. Please take a seat and rest. After I finish this lesson, how about we discuss it with you in detail?"

Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "It is Jiang Fan's good fortune to hear Master preach. Master invites you."

Master Yan's lesson was about how to govern a country, and he talked for an entire hour. Jiang Fan was not impatient at all, but listened attentively. He gained a lot of insights during the lecture, and he couldn't help but secretly praise this literary saint for being well-deserved.

It wasn't until the last person's question was answered that Master Yan made the final statement and ended the lecture.

The eighteen disciples thanked him one by one, but did not leave. It was probably because the Master had said that the poets and poets should come to visit, and they should also be allowed to see his grace.

Of course the eighteen disciples were happy. Even if they were dissatisfied with Jiang Fan's actions, his literary talent was truly outstanding. Who doesn't have "Collection of Mortals" in their hands? Who hasn't read "Three Kingdoms"?
Chapter completed!