Chapter 5 The Fiery Red Cloak, the Sword Hanging from the Waist of a Bee
The sound of exclamation instantly sounded in Zuixiang Pavilion.
"What a 'Huaicheng Tower with Cannons'. It's really majestic. No wonder it was rated as the top one tonight by Xie Daru."
"Hiss, why do I feel that although this 'Huaicheng Tower of Cannon Town' is good and can be regarded as absolute, it is not as good as the artistic conception of 'Smoke Locked Pond Willow' and is more in line with 'Peach Burning Jinjiang Embankment'?"
"Yes, I think so too. Xie Daru must have made a mistake."
"That's right. Look at the calligraphy on the stage. It's so well written!"
"The calligraphy is really good, I understand. This is definitely coupled with the calligraphy that can be called a master of calligraphy. That's why Xie Daru rated it as the top one tonight!"
"Zhang Xiuran, Mr. Zhang is really inconspicuous. I didn't expect him to have such amazing calligraphy skills."
"The bombardment of Huai City Tower is such a loud tone. Is this meant to scare the many talented people in Huaiyang?"
...
I saw that the "Smoke Lock Pond Willow" in the center of the stage had been removed and replaced by a foot-long note.
Even though they were far apart, Shan Dan could clearly see the five square words on it, and his elegant and handsome face suddenly turned pale.
The words "Slim Body and Strong Bones" that were engraved in his heart at a glance were like five sharp knives, piercing his heart.
There was panic in his Danfeng eyes, and he subconsciously looked away and lowered his head. He even reached out to touch his abdomen, and then clenched his fists.
Exposed.
Xie Daru found out about his stealing of other people's pairs...
There was shame, annoyance, and regret in his eyes.
It was self-defeating. If he had used the pair he made himself, it would have been a good pair no matter what.
But jealousy confused him.
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice!
Unfortunately, it's too late!
This scene was clearly seen by the boy Xie Qian who was standing aside, and he understood what was going on. He gave a look of disdain and went back to the second floor to report it to Xie Qian.
After listening to the scholar's retelling, Xie Qian sighed and shook his head, regretting:
"You know people, you know faces, but you don't know hearts."
"I heard earlier that Zhang Xiuran was a dandy, but I didn't expect that he was an exquisite, transparent, and magnanimous gentleman."
"But the reputation of the four great talents in Shan Dan is all over Huaiyang, but they have evil intentions."
"Go and ask Mr. Zhang who the calligraphers are. I will pay you a visit some other time."
"Yes, thank you!" The book boy cupped his hands and left quickly.
...
In front of the window of the private room on the third floor, Zhang Xiuran hugged Mei Ji and admired Shan Dan's reaction for a while.
Then she asked Mei Ji to open the curtains, poke her head out and joked:
"Master Shan, accept the concession, accept the concession!"
Shan Dan raised his head suddenly and met Zhang Xiuran's sarcastic eyes.
This look was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
Shan Dan's face turned pale and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
He still guessed that the other party was the owner of the original post he picked up.
Suddenly, jealousy and anger appeared in Shan Dan's eyes.
How could a dandy be able to master such absolute skills and have such a unique style of calligraphy?
He looked at Zhang Xiuran with hatred, took a deep breath at last, forced out a smile, and said with cupped hands:
"Mr. Zhang, congratulations on coming out on top!"
"Hahahaha, even though Mr. Shan didn't win the first place, he is definitely the same! So happy, so happy!"
Zhang Xiuran's unbridled ridicule made Shan Dan's heart bleed.
At this time, Shan Dan remembered the resentment that flashed in his eyes when the Turtle Man left with wounds all over his body...
In Pinglefang, diners are constantly picking up the noodles at the stall.
After finishing his work for a while, Ye Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned against the wall and let out a long breath, looking at the stars in the sky uneasily.
"Qing Xiaolang, take a break and eat some oranges. These oranges are very sweet."
When an old man from a nearby fruit stall came over with a noodle bowl, he gave Ye Qing four bright yellow oranges.
"Thank you Sun Weng."
Ye Qing took the orange with both hands, peeled it off without any courtesy, and ate it.
The sour and sweet filling juice made his tired heart relax a little.
Boom! Boom!
"safe and sound!"
Listening to the watchman's shouts, Ye Qing murmured:
"It's already midnight. That's it for tonight!"
Ye Qing, who had no intention of continuing his business, lowered his head and started cleaning up the stall.
Just as he was about to put out the fire.
A heroic figure appeared in front of the noodle stall.
"Stallmaster, for a bowl of noodles, no coriander or chopped green onion, add a poached egg and two cloves of raw garlic."
A clear yet sonorous voice sounded in Ye Qing's ears with a hint of exhaustion.
At the same time, four cents were placed on the burden.
Ye Qing showed an apologetic smile and said softly:
"Sir, I'm sorry, we ran out of noodles tonight."
A handsome face as gentle as water appeared in the woman's eyes, causing a trace of surprise to appear in her water-cut eyes.
For just a moment, the cold-faced woman wearing a fiery red cloak and a ponytail, who looked heroic, frowned, dissatisfaction appeared in her eyes, and she was about to speak.
The bearded uncle selling preserved fruits on the side quickly advised:
"Qing Xiaolang, please make a bowl of noodles for this girl. It's cold at night and she is very thin."
Ye Qing looked at the bearded uncle in surprise, and when he met the worried look in his eyes, he immediately nodded and said:
"Okay, but the girl has to wait for a while. It will take some time to make the dough."
The woman nodded, thanked the bearded uncle, lifted up her cloak, and sat in front of the noodle stall.
And Ye Qing also saw a long sword hanging on the wasp's waist at the moment when the red flames were flying.
He frowned slightly, suddenly understanding, and the movements of his hands did not stop.
Half a moment later, a bowl of hot noodle soup with full color, flavor and flavor was placed in front of the cold noodle woman.
"Sir, here are the two cloves of raw garlic you asked for. The noodles have just come out of the pot. Please be careful to scald them."
At the same time, Ye Qing handed over the raw garlic with a strange look in his eyes.
Holding a sword and eating raw garlic outside, she is really a unique woman...
The woman took out a pair of silver chopsticks inlaid with tourmaline from her arms, wiped them with a silk handkerchief, and inserted them diagonally into the hot soup noodles.
After doing all this, the cold-faced woman did not move her chopsticks and asked coldly:
"Have you heard about a dandy named Zhang Xiuran who came from Yuyang, Kyoto?"
Ye Qing looked at the chopsticks with a more careful look on his face: "Miss, can you be more specific?"
The cold-faced woman glanced at the unchanged silver chopsticks, picked up the chopsticks, picked out a chewy noodle, watched the cool soup slide down the noodles, and spoke again:
"Proud and extravagant, spend money like water, arrogant and domineering."
After a pause, the cold-faced woman added: "You are handsome."
With this description, Ye Qing instantly thought of Mr. Zhang who he had provoked tonight.
Except for his unknown appearance and origin, the rest are completely consistent.
However, it is better to do less than to do more.
He said apologetically: "I'm sorry, girl, I'm just a noodle soup seller. I have no impression of the young man you mentioned."
Then, Ye Qing pointed to the left and said: "The most famous flower houses in Pinglefang are over there. You can go over there and ask."
The cold-faced woman glanced at Ye Qing and nodded slightly.