Xu Yilin, the name Situ Xi has some impressions. I remember that many people discussed his poetic talent at the Peach Blossom Poetry Meeting, but they had not heard of his poems that day, and I don't know why.

It was obviously their first meeting, but this man came straight towards him. Seeing that his behavior was quite polite, although Situ Xi didn't know his intention, he still bowed to him politely and asked him at the same time.

: "I wonder what Mr. Xu is worth?"

Xu Yilin didn't answer for now. He turned to look at Lao Zhangtou, who was dazed on the spot, and smiled at him: "Shopkeeper, just go and do your work first. I just want to chat with the Nine Kings. If I delay your business,

It’s not going to be good.”

"Hey...hey, okay." Old Zhangtou was completely confused at the moment. He didn't know what the relationship was between the young master brother and Xi brother in front of him, but he just heard the words "Shang Shu of the Ministry of Finance"

, In addition, he called Situ Xi "Nine Kings". Not everyone can be called "King" these days...

What's more, the four attendants behind Xu Yilin also looked fierce... Old Zhangtou still chose to be obedient and turned around to start busy with the dishes in the shop.

When he saw the shopkeeper starting to prepare for business, Xu Yilin turned to look at Situ Xi and explained to him the purpose of his visit.

"Nine Kings, I was traveling today and happened to pass by here. I saw this poem hanging at the door. I looked over and saw your figure in the store. I understood it and came in to say hello. Oh, I've seen you before.

Portraits of the Nine Kings."

Did you come here for the poetry? Situ Xi felt a little regretful in his heart. It turns out that people are afraid of being famous more than people are afraid of being strong. If I had known that, I would not have copied this article.

Moreover, other people's talents and reputations will attract confidantes. When he comes here, all the young masters and brothers come here because of his reputation. Last night, Prince Mi specially sent someone to visit him to express his condolences and gave him some gifts.

Situ Xi was not interested in discussing these elegant matters with others at the moment, nor was he very interested in making friends with the young master in front of him. He felt it was a waste of time.

Although Xu Yilin had been polite in every move he made since he entered the house, his eyes were full of arrogance. However, for a nobleman like him and quite talented, it is normal for him to have such an attitude.

"Do you have anything else to do, sir? Now that we've said hello, if there's nothing else, I'll go to the Spring Food Party with my wife." After saying that, Situ Xi turned around and walked towards Zhongli Min.

"Hey, Nine Kings, wait a minute, it's still early, the spring food party will be held until evening, there's no rush." ​​Seeing Situ Xi turning to leave, Xu Yilin grabbed his wrist and stopped him hastily.

.

"Actually, I have been wanting to ask the Nine Kings some questions about literature recently. We happened to meet each other today and asked the Nine Kings to help me clarify my doubts." Xu Yilin said while opening the scroll in his hand and looking at it, "I don't know how I can be like you.

How do you usually create works with such different poetic styles? These poems are obviously written by the same person, but they look like someone has ghostwritten them. It is really surprising, strange, and strange!"

It turned out that he came to find trouble. Xu Yilin's last words were sarcastic. Situ Xi finally understood his purpose. It was really tiring to communicate with such a literary person.

After wasting so much time with him, he finally realized that if he really wanted to cause trouble for him, Situ Xi felt that he might as well just punch himself.

"The article is made by nature, and it was acquired by chance. Regarding poetry, I actually don't know much about it. I'm not good at it. Brother Xu, maybe it would be better to go back and ask some masters for advice."

The sentence that came out of Situ Xi's mouth made Xu Yilin lose his mind for a moment. At this moment, he vaguely felt that Situ Xi had some talent, but he didn't want to believe it. After thinking about it, he felt that the humble words in Situ Xi's words just now were intentional.

It seems like he wants to make himself sick.

He looked at Situ Xi and found that his expression was relaxed and indifferent at this time. Xu Yilin couldn't help but feel some jealousy in his heart, and then suppressed it with force.

"Nine Kings don't want to share their experience? It's not easy for me to ask further questions. We can discuss this matter later."

Being put off by Situ Xi, Xu Yilin couldn't hold back his annoyance, and then saw the waiter on the side walking out of the door carrying a plate of freshly baked pastries. He asked Situ Xi again: "The relationship between the Nine Kings and the owner of this restaurant

Very good? I have never seen this pastry before, it smells good?"

"Sir, this is my daughter's new dessert. It has not been sold to anyone else yet. Today is the first day. This jujube cake tastes great. It has just come out of the oven and the texture is just right. Why don't you try it yourself?"

Seeing that Situ Xi seemed reluctant to communicate with this young man, shopkeeper Zhang heard him talking about his own snacks, so he walked over and took over the conversation.

"Jujube cake?" Hearing the name, Xu Yilin seemed to be a little interested. He stopped looking at Situ Xi, threw the scroll in his hand on the table in the room, turned around and walked to the door of the shop, and came to the stall in front of the shop.

beside.

The pastries that had just been baked on the stall table were light maroon red, with a little syrup-like soup drizzled on them, and they were steaming hot at the moment.

There were more and more people coming and going at the street entrance. Xu Yilin did not directly reach out to touch the jujube cake on the table. He first raised his head and looked around. When he saw that no one was stopping by the stall, he raised his hand.

I want to pick up a piece of pastry.

However, just when Xu Yilin's outstretched right hand was about to touch the dinner plate on the table, suddenly, a wooden folding fan touched the bottom of his white sleeve, blocking his hand.

"What's in the sleeve?" A faint voice appeared in everyone's ears, and Xu Yilin froze in an instant.

Shopkeeper Zhang who was inside the door saw the owner of the folding fan and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Chen, you are here too!"

The visitor is none other than Chen Zhisu.

Hearing this familiar voice, Situ Xi also looked at her from the store. She was still wearing a men's robe. At the moment, she was holding a closed folding fan in her right hand and raising her hand to block Xu Yilin's movements.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

His right hand trembled slightly. Xu Yilin's voice was colder now, and he seemed a little guilty. He raised his head and looked at Chen Zhisu, panic flashing in his eyes.

When the four followers behind Xu Yilin saw someone having a conflict with their master, they immediately stepped forward to stop Chen Zhisu.

However, just as they were setting off, four people who also looked like guards quickly appeared from the crowd to confront them. However, these four new guards each had a saber at their waists.

On the noisy street, the sudden conflict attracted passers-by's frequent glances, and they stopped to watch the excitement.

"What's in the sleeve?" Chen Zhisu asked again.

The follower was stopped, Xu Yilin saw that the situation was not good and quickly tried to retract his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, the folding fan in Chen Zhisu's hand suddenly lifted up and hit his wrist with sudden force. Xu Yilin's wrist bone suddenly hurt. When his hand came loose, a small porcelain bottle fell from his sleeve.

Hearing another "swish" sound, Chen Zhisu unfolded the folding fan in his hand and spread it flat. The porcelain bottle just fell on the fan and stabilized it.

This set of coherent movements was completed in an instant, clean and neat, and somewhat elegant. The hand displayed by Chen Zhisu stunned Situ Xi in the store. This Chen Zhi was actually a master.

"give me back!"

When the porcelain bottle fell into someone else's hands, Xu Yilin suddenly panicked. He rushed towards the folding fan, trying to snatch the porcelain bottle back.

Two unsheathed long swords were placed in front of Chen Zhisu, stopping Xu Yilin who was rushing over. Another young man in rich clothes slowly walked in from behind the crowd.

"What's wrong? It's so busy so early in the morning?"


Chapter completed!