Chen Xian was not willing to pay attention to Li Yougan, the drunkard. He was in a hurry to go back and continue his work, so he waved his hand and said, "It's really something."

"Since Mr. Chen has something urgent, why should Mr. Li force himself to do it? Let him do it." A charming female voice suddenly came from the upper floor. Everyone looked up and saw that it was Song Jinfeng, the prostitute in the Huancai Building.

Li Yougan bowed to Feng Niang from afar: "Feng Niang, it's not a problem for me, Li Yougan, to force me. It's because I was dismissed from my career and have not been to the academy for a long time. We missed our classmates so much."

The person who had sat at the same table with Li Yougan also stood up and echoed: "I'm afraid you don't know. Our classmates have won the favor of Miss Xiaochai with their outstanding talents."

Another person laughed: "Are you afraid of going today?"

Chen Xian stared at Li Yougan with a tense face. After a long time, he finally smiled helplessly: "Okay."

In the second floor, two men sat opposite each other. Although it was winter, they opened the window and drank against each other under the service of a beautiful maid.

A man on the east side had short beards, thick eyebrows, starry eyes, and a tall nose. Although he was only wearing a light-colored cloth jacket, he could not hide his proud demeanor. It was Yan Jian, who had just met Chen Xian at the foot of Ziyang Mountain this morning.

On the west side was a young old man with a fat figure in his fifties. He was wearing a shiny blue satin coat and was smiling and said with a smile on his face: "It has been more than three years since we left. If I hadn't been inquiring about something this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen me yet? Besides, if I hadn't invited me hard today, how could you and I have the opportunity to relate to the friendship between classmates again?"

"Brother Fan Damiao, you are a professor in the first office and are in charge of the Hangzhou Prefecture. How busy are the official business? I am just a idle person at home and have nothing to do with the court. How can I bother Brother Fan?" Speaking of this, he glanced at the beautiful maid who was kneeling beside him and said, "Besides, why do you need to come to this place of fireworks, water and willows when you talk about your friendship? It's just a waste of money."

It turned out that this person was Fan Xing, a professor of academic affairs at the General Administration, from the Hangzhou Prefecture.

"This is a bad word. Who in the court knows that you have gained the holy family. The robbery of love is just a thought of the emperor..." When he said this, suddenly a noise came from downstairs, interrupting Fan Xing's feelings. He frowned and ordered the maid who was serving aside, saying, "Go and see, why is it so noisy downstairs?"

When the maid heard this, she went out and came back soon and replied in a low voice: "There are a few scholars who seem to be preparing to write lyrics to make fun of them."

"Nothing!" Fan Xing frowned and ordered: "Go downstairs and tell me that there are distinguished guests here, so that they can disperse quickly and do not make noise."

"Yes!" The maid was about to go out as soon as she lowered her head. However, Yan Jian smiled and said, "No, Brother Fan, don't forget it. When I was young, I also drank and wrote poems. The young people are just like you and me twenty years ago. What's wrong with this?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the corridor outside the door, saying, "Besides, drinking with snow is a bit boring. If you can get one or two good words, it will be a great pleasure."

Fan Xing was stunned for a moment, hurriedly got up and followed, and agreed with a smile on his face, "What you are saying!"

"Oh?" Yan Jian walked to the railing and looked down. He was stunned at first, but then he laughed and said to himself: "My friend Xingzhi, it seems that you and I are destined to be together!"

"Miss, Miss!" Xiaoli pushed open the door in panic and ran to Lu Xiaochai who was practicing the piano in one breath.

"What's wrong with Xiaoli?" Lu Xiaochai stopped the movement in her hand and asked gently.

Xiaoli breathed evenly, but still said stutteringly: "There are a few scholars who want to write lyrics for you, and they also said that they want you to choose the best song to sing."

"No singing." Lu Xiaochai pouted slightly: "Didn't I say I'm at home and I'm closed to thank the guests!"

"But Mr. Chen was also pulled over!"

"Chen Lang is back?" A surprise flashed across Lu Xiaochai's face. Since she woke up this morning, she disappeared from Chen Xian. Although he said yesterday that he would go out for a whole day today, Chen Lang was just recovering from a serious illness, and she was still a little worried.

"Wait." Lu Xiaochai was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Does Chen Lang want to write lyrics for me?"

She and Chen Xian have known each other for half a year. Chen Xian naturally wrote some poems for him, but those lyrics... it's fine if he sings casually in the house. Now they want to sing the lyrics they write improvised. Who are they singing?

If he chose Chen Lang's lyrics, it would be a trivial matter if he was teased and ungrateful. But if he spread it, Chen Lang would probably lose all his face. If he didn't choose Chen Lang's lyrics, he would definitely...

She was a little nervous for a moment, so she put on a cotton coat and took Xiaoli to the front hall in panic.

The waiter brought a small table over and placed it in the middle of the hall, and another hall was filled with pen, ink, paper and ink.

Li Youqian patted Chen Xian on the shoulder without hesitation, burped and said, "Ziguan, Mu Duan, Xingzhi, who will I come first?"

Ziguan and Muduan were named Song Xi, Song Ziguan, Qian Jin, and Qian Muduan, respectively. They were both classmates of Chen Xian in the county school, and they were both talented men with a reputation. Because their families were poor, they often mingled with Li Youqian, who was spending money and giving gifts at every turn.

Song Xi smiled: "Writing the lyrics tonight is because of the accidental gathering of He Xingzhi, he naturally has to come first."

He knew in his heart that Li Youqian wanted Chen Xian to make a fool of himself in public, so he was reluctant to leave time for Chen Xian at this moment. He immediately set a rule: "A few days ago, auspicious snow fell from the sky, and there are still white on the eaves on the roadside. How about we write a lyric with the current snow scene?"

Li Youqian glared at him and immediately cursed the idiot. The poem in his belly was not Ying Jing'er, but then he thought about it - when reciting poems and essays, he was much better than Chen Xian's wood bump. Although he couldn't make a big splash with his own draft this time, it would be nice if Chen Xian could make a fool of himself!

Thinking of this section, he took the lead in vocalizingly: "Should you do this!"

When Qian Jin saw that Li Youqian said this, of course he had no objection and agreed: "Agree!"

"Okay!" Chen Xian shrugged.

He walked to the small table, then stretched out his rather stretched waist in front of everyone. When he stretched and looked up, he was surprised to find that Yan Jian, who had just met in the morning, was actually lying on the railing on the second floor and looking at him. At this moment, the two of them had a gaze, and the old man nodded and smiled at him.

Why is Lao Yan here? Could this guy follow me?

Wait... Isn't the fat old man next to him Fan Ying, a professor at the provincial school? It seems... Lao Yan is also an official.

"Brother Chen, how long do we need to wait? I have already thought about the words in my stomach!" Seeing Chen Xian's exhausted look, Song Xi thought he was delaying the time, so he immediately spoke and urged.

Chen Xian frowned, then withdrew his mind, leaned over and lifted the brush in front of him, and secretly felt glad in his heart - Chen Xingzhi in his memory, although his poems were not good, he wrote good words.
Chapter completed!