"Master, why did your name Guo Nuan appear on it?" Ah Fu continued to repeat stupidly. This seemingly ordinary sentence was like a big stone thrown into the calm lake, stirring up excitement.

Amid the turbulent waves, everyone's eyes immediately focused on Guo Nuan.

"Haha, what? This guy is Guo Nuan. It's so funny."

The Confucian scholar who claimed to be Guo Nuan who entered school in the same year burst into laughter, pointed at Guo Nuan with a finger, and mocked everyone: "Come here and take a look, he said he is the famous Guo Nuan, Guo's Consort."

Ah, it’s such a shameless statement, it makes me laugh to death.”

A group of scholars were attracted by them, with expressions of disdain on their faces, and they all laughed in agreement.

"Don't think that because you are handsomer than me, you can shamelessly pretend to be the great scholar Guo. You are not even qualified to carry his shoes." A wretched thin man next to him spat at Guo Nuan. Fortunately, Guo Nuan reacted quickly.

Nuan dodged away.

Speaking of which, since Guo Nuan entered the princess mansion, he has been short of maids to serve him. He, the consort, has to do most of the menial work himself. To be honest, Guo Nuan does the task of carrying shoes for himself every day.

"How come these Tang Dynasty scholars are all angry youths, and they often do extreme behaviors." Guo Nuan was completely speechless, muttering in a low voice, and based on the principle of doing more than doing less, he quickly pulled the dazed Ah Fu out of the crowd.

"Drink, it seems that this counterfeit is still aware of his identity, so he got embarrassed and ran away."

Then the sharp-tongued Confucian scholar made another burst of sarcasm, and everyone followed suit, making the scene noisy for a while.

Fortunately, Guo Nuan has good self-restraint. If he was still a stupid young man in high school, Guo Nuan might stick his penis in that guy's nostril.

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Use that guy's a**.

"Young Master doesn't care about these false reputations at all. There are many adults who are too lazy to argue with you." Guo Nuan muttered in his heart and rolled his eyes at the Confucian scholar, making his shoulders tremble with anger.

"Let's go, Ah Fu, that poem was not written by the young master, maybe it just has the same name."

"Didn't Mr. Qiu say that he was the consort of Guo Nuan from the Princess Mansion? How could it not be you?" Ah Fu chased after Guo Nuan, not believing his denial at all.

"If you say the poem was not written by the young master, then it is true. There is nothing you can do if you don't believe it."

Guo Nuan put his arms behind his head and walked forward leisurely on the street. However, Guo Nuan did tell the truth. He did not write this half of the poem, but he excerpted it from a Song Dynasty poet.

of.

Does Guo Nuan still have to say to Ah Fu solemnly: "Hey, Ah Fu, listen, young master, I came from a distant place a thousand years ago. I can memorize poems written after the Tang Dynasty."

A few songs are more than enough."

It was estimated that Ah Fu would not believe what he said, so Guo Nuan simply kept silent and stopped explaining. In fact, sometimes people are like this. The more they explain and remain silent, the more others will believe that he does. This is human nature.

So, it doesn't matter which era it is in.

"Guo Nuan, my consort, please stay!" Just as Guo Nuan's master and servant were about to pedal back, a call suddenly came from behind.

"Master, look, the owner of the building, Mr. Qiu, is here in a hurry!" Ah Fu reacted quickly. He turned around and saw an old man in the distance, Mr. Qiu, wearing dark purple uniforms, trotting over panting and waving to him from time to time.

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"Uh, he's looking for us?" Guo Nuan looked at the seventy-year-old man with nimble hands and feet. His movements were quite fast, and he ran up to him in a flash.

"Consort Guo, sir... I can finally catch up with you. I have something I want to talk to you about."

After Qiu Shaofu finished the strenuous exercise, his face was flushed. He put his hands on Guo Nuan's shoulders and was panting like an ox. His goatee was lifted and lifted by the air blowing from his mouth, which looked very interesting.

Guo Nuan handed a handkerchief to Mr. Qiu, and then asked in confusion: "I don't know what advice you can give me when you come to stop this young man."

Ah Fu next to him could see this famous literary figure in the poetry world up close, as if he had seen an idol. His eyes were shining. While Guo Nuan was talking to him, he was jumping up and down, wanting to add a word.

It's a pity that this respected old man obviously focused all his attention on his master and didn't notice the poor little book boy at all.

Qiu Shaofu coughed twice, then looked around the busy street, and said with a smile: "Guo Prince Consort, if it is convenient, I would like to interrupt you for some time. It is not suitable to talk on the noisy street. Can we go to Cailou?"

Get together?"

Since all the old people had come to invite Guo Nuan, Guo Nuan couldn't refuse by pretending to be a big deal. He thought for a moment and then nodded slowly.

"Uh, why are they back again? They are actually accompanied by Prince Qiu and Master Qiu, Mr. Qiu!"

Soon the three of them returned to the downstairs of the Cailou. The crowd had not dispersed yet. At this moment, the scholars in the circle were dumbfounded. They all stared at the eyes as big as cowbells. Everyone looked at the expressionless Guo Nuan.

Passed by slowly.

"Master Young Master, that boy next to you...who is he? I must ask you to accompany him personally?"

The Confucian scholar who claimed to have an acquaintance with Guo Nuan had not left yet. He seemed to realize something at this moment, and stammered questions to Qiu Shaofu who was walking past him with an uncertain expression on his face.

"Eh? Haha, no way, who just said that he knew Guo's Consort? It's the one in front of me." Qiu Shaofu stroked his gray beard and laughed, and squeezed the Confucian scholar like a naughty boy.

Eye.

Immediately, a wailing burst out from the crowd: "Oh my god, just now... I actually offended Prince Consort Guo!"

When the scholars looked at Guo Nuan, who had already entered the colorful building, they immediately started to get excited.

"What does this mean? Half an hour ago, I spat on Mr. Guo! Oh, luckily I didn't spit on him, otherwise the great poet I admire so much would have resented Xiaosheng to death." Somewhere in the crowd, someone said

A man was beating his chest repeatedly and looking up to the sky with a sigh.

Just when everyone was regretting that they were blind to Taishan, Guo Nuan and Ah Fu had been led into a simple and elegant flower hall by Qiu Shaofu.

Mr. Qiu chuckled, like a kind old uncle next door. When he saw Ah Fu entering the hall, he immediately said, "Please sit down, there is no need to be polite."

The interior is very spacious and bright, with landscape and pastoral calligraphy and paintings by Tang Dynasty celebrities hanging on the walls, and a giant splash-ink painting on the screen.

As for the furniture, which is made of high-quality rosewood, pear wood and other fine woods, it can be seen that the owner's taste is very elegant and leisurely.

After slowly drinking a cup of tea brought by the maid, Guo Nuan spoke first: "Master Young Master, I have something unclear, and I asked an rude question. I hope Young Master Qiu can answer it frankly."

It seemed that Master Qiu had already known that Guo Nuan would have questions. He nodded with a smile and said, "I know but don't say anything. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Why did you already have a copy of the poem I wrote on the wall in the apricot garden of the Princess Mansion the day before yesterday in just one day?" Guo Nuan asked patiently and calmly, staring at Qiu Shaofu's face.

My eyes want to find the answer.
Chapter completed!