The so-called Wenshan is actually just a small hill that is unknown. It is said to be a small slope. But when building the Jidao, because it saves the distance, he simply divides the hill into two and opens up a road in the mountain road. On both sides of the Jidao, there are mountains wrapped around the mountain, and peach trees are planted. In the bright spring, peach blossoms bloom, and carriages are parked at the foot of the mountain. Many tourists directly follow the mountain road through the peach forest and go up the mountain to the teahouse on the hillside.
The owner of this tea shop is said to be a gentleman, and some people say it is a noble man. Because he was tired of the market, he bought a piece of land here, spent a lot of money to plant this peach forest, and opened a tea shop on the mountainside. This tea shop also has its own charm, and it is divided into two, and a guest called "Stop Tower". It is easy for a guest here to go in and drink tea. Like ordinary tea customers, he just pays for it. Not only that, the tea here is quite expensive. Fortunately, many merchants from merchants are willing to come here to sit here. After all, the tea here is so fragrant than the tea at the tea stall along the way. It costs some money to sit here, appreciate the peaches and drink a sip of tea.
The one who stops by the building is called Wenxian Pavilion. It is famous here again. You don’t need to drink tea here. Not only does it cost money, but the tea inside is better than the one that stops by the building. You just want to enter here, but it is not casual. At the door of Wenxian Pavilion, there are two old people sitting next to you, with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If you want to enter, you must at least be proficient in one, either playing the piano or talking about oral chess. If you can get on the table, you are also qualified to enter.
In short, if you want to enter, you must prove that you are a gentleman, otherwise you will have to obediently go to the next door to stop and have tea. However, Wenxian Pavilion has no chance with you.
As a result, I don’t know how many literati and poets have attracted here, many of whom are coming here to see the difference between Wenshan Tea House.
It was the time when the peach forest was in full bloom, and it was close to the road. It was just the time when guests were going up the mountain. Under the gentle breeze, pink petals gradually fell and flew on the stone steps one by one, making people afraid to step on.
Liu Chengfeng held the two ladies left and right, and carefully protected them, and slowly arrived at the mountainside. On the mountainside, the first thing that caught his eye was a huge stone tablet. The running script on the stone tablet was quite bold and generous, sweeping the mountains and rivers, but the content of the text was not very elegant. In detail, the rules of this tea shop were clearly a low-quality look, but only the arrogant attitude of reading high. If a scholar was a gentleman, where should he go, and if he was a low-level scholar, he would go.
Wen Chenxi frowned slightly, and seemed a little unhappy, saying, "Just as soon as he went up the mountain, he divided people into different levels. Although he was named elegant, he seemed to be in a cliché."
Zhu Yueluo pursed her lips and said, "Although it is cliché, it is just the taste of scholars. I am afraid that many people will flock to this place. Husband, what do you think?"
The two women's eyes were all on Liu Chengfeng. Liu Chengfeng smiled and said lightly: "Some people open tea shops to make money. The owners here must open tea shops for name-making. They are nothing more than fame and fortune. They have nothing to do with us. We only watch peach huā, take a sip of tea, and look at the tea here, and see what the difference is from other places."
Wen Chenxi nodded and said, "Yes, I just don't know if we are going to stop building or Wenxian Pavilion?"
Liu Chengfeng curled his lips, his tone seemed a little arrogant: "I will go to Wenxian Pavilion, how can a real man fall under others? Let's go."
At this time, Liu Chengfeng was full of confidence. He was successful in his youth and reached his position. How could he not be arrogant at all? He put his hands on his back and took the lead in a proud way. Following the guidance from the stone tablet, he walked through a quiet path and went directly to Wenxian Pavilion.
The appearance of Wenxian Pavilion is actually not luxurious, but it has a sense of vicissitudes. The mottled red lacquer clearly tells the old past here. In front of the building is a archway with the archway saying: "Listen to the wind and the eyes, four words.
Outside Wenxian Pavilion, a scholar was already stroking the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano was swaying like a dream. Liu Chengfeng looked at it carefully and saw that in the aisle on the eaves, two old men were kneeling on the cushion, standing sideways motionless. As for the person who played the piano, they were just 28 years old this year. The young man had a willow eyebrows and red lips, wearing a Confucian shirt, and was wearing a lush scarf on his head, but a hat.
His eyes were like a pool of autumn water, as if he was jumping with the notes of the piano, and he was intoxicated by the piano sound, stroking it while immersing it in it.
Liu Chengfeng looked at the boy with a strange look, because there were several escorts standing beside the boy. These people were all with tiger backs and bears, with a bit of madness, and a murderous aura emanated from their eyebrows.
Liu Chengfeng felt that the boy looked like a woman, and he couldn't help but be surprised that although he didn't have many entourages, Liu Chengfeng could feel a strong murderous aura.
"These people... have killed people!"
Liu Chengfeng secretly ordered in his heart and couldn't help but be alert, because only those who have killed people can have such indifference. However, ordinary wealthy families or noble families, the entourages in their families are at most just some burly men. In this peaceful world, those who have killed people are not only old troops from the border army, but also those bandits who have fallen into the enemy. It seems that this young man is not easy to recruit such guards.
What's even more funny is that the contrast between the young man's elegant manner of stroking the strings and these rude men is really big.
Liu Chengfeng didn't say anything. No matter who the other party was, it had nothing to do with him. There were still a few cushions under the eaves. At this time, when he heard the sound of the piano, he felt a little appreciative. He knelt on the cushion with his two ladies and listened quietly to the sound of the piano.
A group of wonderful piano sounds gradually disappeared, and the boy let out a long breath. Liu Chengfeng noticed that when the boy vented his anger, there was no Adam's apple rolling at all, which further proved Liu Chengfeng's guess that this boy must be the lady from a wealthy family who came here in disguise.
Shen Chengfeng did not expose it, but just smiled slightly and said nothing.
It must be that Wen Chenxi and Zhu Yueluo were careful and could see the difference between this young man. They looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
After the boy finished stroking the piano, he rose up and bowed to the two old men on the cushion, saying, "Do you dare to ask the two gentlemen, can students' piano skills enter the pavilion?"
The two old men stroked their beards and nodded. The old man who stroked their beards said, "Okay, this piano skill is indescribable, like the sound of nature. The young master wants to go in to make the puff apples of Wenxian Pavilion shine brightly, wait."
The boy blinked in a narrow voice, and obviously saw Liu Chengfeng smiling at him. In his eyes, Liu Chengfeng's eyes obviously had a deep meaning, as if they could see him through at a glance. The eyes that were not very consistent with their age had a smile worthy of fun.
The young man also smiled lightly at Liu Chengfeng, looked at the two wives beside Liu Chengfeng, but did not leave the cushion. He said to Liu Chengfeng: "Is this young master also going to enter the pavilion? Can the student delay a moment and see how this young master goes in?"
When the boy spoke, he was a little angry. A boy like him naturally had a bit of arrogance, but the guy Liu Chengfeng stared at him with a strange look, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Liu Chengfeng just nodded at him, then saluted to the two old men, saying, "What I brought are two female relatives. I dare to ask the two gentlemen, whether all three of them have to show some skills, or just students need to pass the test."
One of the old men said, "There is no need for female relatives. As long as the young master can pass the test, he can go in."
Liu Chengfeng nodded and said, "Can I want running script?"
The old man saw that although Liu Chengfeng was young, he was quite good at behaving, so he did not dare to underestimate the book. The desk was also ready-made, with both pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Liu Chengfeng walked over and pondered for a moment before writing.
The boy found it interesting and stood beside Liu Chengfeng with great enthusiasm to look. At the beginning, he might have some expectations, but after Liu Chengfeng finished writing, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Liu Chengfeng's running script is also top-notch, but in the eyes of this young man, he sneered at it. Liu Chengfeng's running script is good, but it is a lot worse than those who come to everyone. Not to mention, Liu Cheng has been plagued by customs in the past two years and has no energy to contact the method of running script. After two years, not only has no progress, but has lagged a little behind. This young man must be quite proficient in running script. At this time, when he saw Liu Chengfeng's running script, he naturally felt that it was a bit vulgar.
Liu Chengfeng was not influenced by him, and he took a short while to finish his pen. The young man couldn't help but sneer, "It's not surprising that there are not a thousand or eight hundred running scripts in the capital."
When Liu Chengfeng heard his sarcasm, he was not happy or angry. He just took the running script to the two old men to read. After seeing each other, the two old men looked at each other and nodded together. One of them said, "It's pretty good, and he's a gentleman. Please come in, young master."
Liu Chengfeng then smiled and looked at the young master as if provocatively, and said lightly: "No matter how many people can write this running script, it is enough to use this word to drink tea and appreciate it. If Wang Youjun is alive, what can he do if he writes a huā?"
Chapter 2 is here, I recommend a friend’s book "The Warlords of Xinhai". Please give me some monthly tickets. It’s too tight. Many great gods are getting angry... (To be continued!~!
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