Why did the kind and kind scholar become so murderous?

Why is the peaceful and peaceful Zhongjing City full of dangers?

Why did Wan'anbo Mansion lose all night?

Is it a distortion of human nature or a decay of morality?

Today, Nan Yuanxi will take you to break down Wan'anbo's new work "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

The huge entry was hung outside the Beifeng Tower, and passers-by stopped and their faces were calm.

"Oh, I read Wan'anbo's book, that's fine."

"Oh, what good things do the literati do for shame? It makes the great scholars anxious?"

"It seems that the great scholar has not felt the power of the out-of-context of the literary shame, so I am angry? This generation of great scholars is not good!"

"Come on, I want to hear how coquettish he is out of context!"

"I have been good at qi cultivation recently. You can try whether Wan'anbo can anger me!"

"Hahaha, go together. Isn't it just out of context? I smiled!"

...

Half an hour later.

"Where is the knife? I'm putting it outside the Beifeng Tower forty feet long!"

"I shouldn't have fucked into this Beifeng Tower! No, I shouldn't have fucked into this Suzaku Avenue! No, I shouldn't have fucked into Beijing!"

"Great Confucianism, please eliminate harm for the people! Let him finish writing the book before taking action!"

"I...I want to kill that turtle grandson!"

"Report, I want to report. He... provokes the people!"

"Yes, let's report it! Go to Jingzhao Mansion to sue him!"

"Go together!"

In the distance, the accountant led Ye Dafu to look at the excited crowd and said, "Criminal, that's where."

Ye Dafu thoughtfully: "Do you want to bookmark the shops around Beifenglou? What business do?"

"Selling weapons! Don't be too delicate, just blades."

"Go and do it now!" Ye Dafu praised, "and tell them that this prince can help them hand over the weapons to Wan'anbo for free!"

"By the way, those who bid high can also provide blade engraving service and write the words of the knife to send a knife! How about it?"

The accountant looked at Ye Dafu and gave a thumbs up: "One word, absolutely!"

...

"Oh..." Chen Luo lay on a recliner in a small courtyard and sighed.

Previously, three great scholars rushed into Wan'anbo's Mansion. Song Tuizhi asked Chen Luo to leave first, and he came to cut off the rear.

"The fourth brother is fine, right?" Chen Luo thought to himself, "I remember those three great scholars. In the future, I will have to send you manuscripts one hour later than others!"

"Brother, this is the awakening soup I made myself!" A soft and glutinous voice sounded, and Luo Hongnu held a bowl of fragrant sugar water to Chen Luo.

This is Luo Hongnu’s Honglu Courtyard.

Of course, Chen Luo didn't dare to escape to Sanxizhuang, and maybe someone would be waiting for the rabbit there. So he thought about it and ran to Luo Hongnu to take refuge.

"Thank you!" Chen Luo took the bowl of sugar water and took a sip.

Well? This taste is sour and sweet, a bit like the sour plum juice from my previous life.

"Gudong Gudong..." Chen Luo drank a bowl of awakening soup in a few sips. Luo Hongnu was also happy when he saw Chen Luo liked it and asked, "Does Uncle like to drink it?"

Chen Luo nodded: "I like it, it tastes very good. Unfortunately, I can't drink it every day."

Luo Hongnu's pretty face turned slightly red and he said, "If you like it, I will write a prescription later. You can take it back and let the cook prepare it according to the prescription."

Chen Luo waved his hand: "No, no, this is your secret recipe. How can you let others know at will? If it is convenient, you can do more and I will ask you to pick it up."

Luo Hongnu nodded gently: "Well. But this soup tastes bad after being left for a long time. I will make it next time and I will send it to my uncle."

Chen Luo responded casually. Anyway, he sent someone to pick it up and it was similar to Luo Hongnu who sent someone to send him to see him off. Anyway, he was an acquaintance, so he didn't have to be so polite, so he said, "I will borrow the study room later."

"Does my uncle still write articles today?"

"yes."

Chen Luo smiled at Luo Hongnu, looked at her beautiful eyes, and said, "I have to write every day! Those who say fierce words are actually liked in their hearts, and they can't let it go!"

Luo Hongnu's heart trembled. When Chen Luo smiled at her and looked at her eyes, she could no longer hear what Chen Luo said. Chen Luo's words reached her ears and had become like this-

"I have to...breast and chest every day... I like it in my heart... I can't let it go..."

In an instant, Luo Hongnu's heart beat like a drum, her face flushed, and she whispered, "It's still...it's still daytime..."

Chen Luo was puzzled: "Is this still a day or night? Just sit there!"

"Just do it?" Luo Hongnu immediately covered his face with his hands and said softly, "In the city... it's not good. I have a separate courtyard in the Peach Blossom Forest ten miles outside the city, which is very quiet..."

"Peach Blossom Forest?" Chen Luo was shocked when he heard this word, "No, no, no, no, no, just be here, it's quiet here..."

Luo Hongnu's face was almost bleeding: "This...here? Oh...no..."

Luo Hongnu turned around and ran into the room coquettishly.

Chen Luo was stunned, looked around, and said to himself: "It's really quiet here! Why can't it be?"

...

Ten miles outside the city, there is a peach blossom forest.

This is originally a place for Zhongjing people to travel for spring. It is early winter. The peach blossoms have completely withered and few people come. However, since they woke up early in the morning, the crowds are everywhere.

“The river water east of the Yellow Emperor Tower”

“春光懒困倚微红.”

“桃花一簇开无主,”

"Cute deep red loves light red."

A Confucian scholar recited Du Zimei's "Live Walking to Seek Flowers by the River". After a poem, a tree of peach blossoms bloomed.

"The flowers in April of the world are gone,"

"The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom."

"I'm sorry that I'm looking for it in the spring boudoir,"

"I don't know how to transfer it to this."

After reading another poem, another peach blossoms bloomed.

“Last year today,”

"The human face and peach blossoms complement each other."

"I don't know where the human face goes,"

"The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

...

The peach blossoms sounded, and the peach blossoms bloomed in the trees. For a moment, the ten-mile peach forest was like early spring, full of spring.

Blue smoke rose up, and under the peach tree, countless people were kneeling in groups of three, kneeling in front of a square table, looking devoutly at the incense burning with fragrance.

"I read XX, XXX, XXX. Although I have different surnames, since I have become brothers, I will work together to save the needy and help the poor; report to the country and save the people; I will not ask for birth on the same year, month and day..." After reading this, one of the three looked at the table next to me, "You are a little less voice!" The person at the next table nodded quickly.

"Continue." The man turned around and the three continued to recite: "Don't ask for birth on the same day of the same month of the same year, but ask for death on the same day of the same month of the same year. Betray the righteous and ungrateful, and the gods and men will kill each other!"

The three of them kowtowed heavily, humming unconsciously, the sworn music that was said to be a special tune that was passed from Wan'anbo Mansion--

"This worship..."

"I meet my soulmate with a happy spring breeze."

"The peach blossoms also reflect the altar with a smile."

"This worship..."

"Generous in protecting the country and protecting the country."

"Make achievements to show your talents."

"Show your talent!"

"This worship..."

"Loyalty, righteousness,"

"There will never be separated after suffering!"

"This worship..."
To be continued...