Seeing this scene, Gu Beichuan stood up quickly and said, "Yun'er, let me introduce you."

"This is Mr. Lu Xulu, the Marquis of Zhengyang. He came to me from Qiandu for business."

"This is his bodyguard Pei Burang. He is very skilled."

"Mr. Lu, this is Miss Xiang Yunxiang, my best friend."

When Mr. Xiang heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded meaningfully.

Pei Burang made no move, but stared at the machete in Xiang Zhirou's hand without blinking.

This knife is not sharp. It seems to be just used for chopping firewood in the woodshed, and the blade is even slightly worn.

But as a qualified guard, you should eliminate all dangerous factors.

Xiang Zhirou, who thought she was here to save her husband alone, was stunned when she heard this, and her brain was a little shut down.

However, she is a smart woman after all. She reacted quickly, with an embarrassed but polite smile on her face. She bowed slightly and saluted, and said naturally with a ladylike attitude: "My little lady Xiang Yun, I have met you two."

"What is your knife...?" Pei Burang spoke at the right time and hit the mark.

"I...I heard that there is some wild game nearby, and I want to hunt some so I can make soup for Brother Beichuan."

Xiang Zhirou regretted it as soon as she said this.

As expected, when the three of them heard this, their expressions that had already softened became awkward again, and the same voice sounded in their hearts: "What a lame reason."

"Ahem, cough, cough, if Yun'er wants to eat wild game, just ask a servant who is good at hunting to come. You don't have to risk it yourself." Gu Beichuan hurriedly stood up and set up the steps for Xiang Zhirou.

"Well, I understand, brother Beichuan." Xiang Zhirou responded sweetly, her tone soft and waxy.

The two of them worked together to get through this embarrassing scene.

"It just so happens that there are a lot of game on the table. Miss Yun'er, why don't we come over and eat some together." Mr. Xiang Da also spoke and gave a full explanation.

"Yes, Yun'er, come here quickly."

"Okay~"

However, just as Xiang Zhirou was walking around, a pair of scissors fell out of her dress.

Mr. Xiang:......

Gu Beichuan:......

Pei Burang:......

"I...I am a daughter. Is it normal to bring a pair of scissors to protect myself when I go out?" Xiang Zhirou tried her best to sound normal in order to hide the panic and tears in her heart.

"It's...normal." Gu Beichuan no longer knew how to make amends.

"Come and eat." Mr. Xiang simply pretended not to see him.

Pei Burang turned his head directly. As a guard, he couldn't bear to look at this scene.

Xiang Zhirou blushed, lifted up her skirt and sat down.

After sitting down, the four of them exchanged glasses, chatted and laughed, and for a while, the atmosphere became quite harmonious.

"Now that everything that needs to be discussed has been discussed, I will not stay in Huainan for a long time."

"I'll probably get up early tomorrow morning and go back to Qiandu."

Hearing this, Gu Beichuan put down his wine glass and asked, "Why don't you stay a little longer? Huainan has a lot of interesting things. If you only come here for so long, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

"The scenery of Daqian is endless. If you really want to see it, you will probably not be able to exhaust it in your lifetime."

"What's more, there is plenty of time to see the scenery, but the duty of guarding the border is never idle for a moment."

Hearing these words, Gu Beichuan was in awe. No matter how good the scenery of Daqian was, it was only because of the sacrifice of their lives by the generals and soldiers on the front line.

Since ancient times, no matter which dynasty, anyone who sincerely defends the border is respected!

"In that case, how about I give you a farewell poem?"

When Mr. Xiang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud and said, "Okay! Everyone in the world says that you, Gu Beichuan, are extremely talented. You are a literary star from heaven who has come down to earth, and among them, you are most talented in poetry."

"I want to see what kind of poetry you can write. I don't want the bad ones."

Gu Beichuan smiled slightly and did not argue. Instead, he looked at the weather, which was almost dusk, and the geese that were retreating in a human shape in the sky.

Then he pondered for a while, cleared his throat, and said: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining brightly in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone frowned after tasting it.

Logically speaking, these two sentences describe the scene well, especially the first sentence, which is very appropriate for the current scene.

But the problem lies in the second sentence!

This feeling and scene exist at dusk, in the north wind, and in the flock of wild geese.

But the geese are not returning south, and the snow is even more nonsense.

If it were placed in the winter two months ago, it would be considered appropriate.

Now that spring has arrived in most areas of Daqian, and the ice and snow have melted, when I say these words again, it is inevitable that the words are being used for the sake of rhyme and artistic conception.

Is this the level of the Huainan poet who was blown up to the sky?

Is it possible that Cheng Cheng can’t think of better words?

Mr. Xiang's expression remained the same, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart.

Xiang Zhirou also had a worried look on her face, but Gu Beichuan's figure was reflected in her eyes, showing determination.

Only Pei Burang trembled and applauded hurriedly, praising: "What a poem! What a poem!"

In fact, he didn't understand it at all, but when he saw the two people next to him trembled and seemed to be shocked, his little head turned and he suddenly realized that Gu Beichuan had probably written a rare and good poem.

It just so happens that this is a great opportunity for Pei Burang to express himself and get rid of the label of a brainless martial artist!

Immediately he took the lead and applauded.

However, as they applauded, they found that the three of them were looking at themselves with strange eyes.

So the palms that were constantly bumping to make applause gradually stiffened until they retracted. Then they honestly picked up the chopsticks and lowered their heads to pick up the vegetables.

Gan!

At that time, my private school teacher said that I was a promising scholar. Fortunately, my father did not believe his lies and sent me to learn martial arts instead.

Otherwise, my life will be ruined.

Seeing that the stupid warrior shut up, Gu Beichuan spoke again and spat out the remaining verses:

"Don't worry if you have no friends in the future, no one in the world will know you!"

boom!

As soon as this statement came out, the whole poem suddenly sublimated.

Xiang Zhirou's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance and admiration, as if the whole world had turned gray and only her brother Beichuan was shining brightly.

Master Xiang was stunned for a moment, then he stroked his beard and laughed: "Who in the world doesn't recognize you? Yes, everyone in the world doesn't recognize you!"

"What a poem! It's really a top-notch poem."

Pei, who had lowered his head to eat, didn't want to hear the words. He suddenly raised his head, with an indescribable complex expression in his eyes.

There was surprise, anger, confusion, and a little bit of disbelief.

In the end, I fell into a deep self-doubt.

Is it possible that the teacher who taught me back then was right?

Am I really a rare scholar?

Gan!

Pei Qian, the old thief, misled me!

I could have been an educated and knowledgeable scholar, but it was you who sent me to learn martial arts.

Now that I have learned it, what is the use? I am laughed at every day!

Thinking of this, Pei Burang could not help but feel sad.
Chapter completed!