"Beauty is like a flower in the clouds," Qu Duan continued without pause and could not help but tap Xiahou Yuan's forehead: "Which young lady from a wealthy family have you fallen in love with that makes you suffer from lovesickness?" But Xiahou Yuan ignored him, closed his eyes, turned over, buried himself in the quilt and seemed to fall asleep.

Thinking back to this, Qu Duan stroked his chin and thought, Xiahou Yuan is now over thirty, but he still has no family, which is too unreasonable. Glancing at Xiahou who put down the stone lock and started practicing with the mace in the martial arts arena, Qu Duan sighed in his heart. In fact, Xiahou looks quite like the "ordinary young hero Ding Peng" in the storyteller's words. Every time he rides a horse out on the street, there are always many purses thrown at him. I don't know which girl Xiahou Yuan has such a high standard that he has set his eyes on her, and the matter of getting married has been delayed until now. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qu Duan had repeatedly asked about it, but Xiahou just didn't say anything. When pressed, he threw down the eight meaningless words "Under the Shenwu Gate, flowing water and bamboos" and turned around and ran away. Qu Duan thought that there were mostly civil officials and scholars near the Shenwu Gate, but his reputation in the literati was not good, so he simply asked Xiaolin Shangshu to find out that it was just the right time to come to Zhang Shuxiang's night banquet tonight.

At night, when everyone gathered, Qu Duan was surprised to find that Lin Jingmo not only brought his now very close nephew Mei Li, but also brought a group of family entertainers. They said that there must be songs when there is wine at night. Fortunately, they have been raised at home since their fathers, and their lives and futures are in the hands of the master. It doesn't matter if they are very tight-lipped. Zhang Jun didn't want to offend this "Lin Jiuzhang", so he had to set up a screen to isolate the group of entertainers in the outer hall and let them sing the tune of the official's new work "Legend of the White Snake". After sitting down at the main seat, he rarely took the initiative to mention the rumor.

Lin Jingmo, Qu Duan and even Mei Li were all expressionless. Qu Duan almost laughed in his heart: That's it? That's it? Just such a small matter is worth it for you, Zhang Deyuan, to call people to form a gang? Lin Jingmo shook his head and said, "The current government is extraordinary. I'm afraid he would be happy that the two ministers can make peace and fight without breaking up. Only in this way can we work together to fight the Northern Expedition." Lu Zhi suddenly became excited and smiled complacently, stroking his beard with his hand: "Otherwise, the two governments in the East and the West should have a fighting look. You must know that for thousands of years, the art of weighing power in the court is the right way."

Qu Duan sneered, thinking that Minister Lu's words were unreasonable, and his mind was crooked, and the focus was probably off. Sure enough, Zhang Jun said hesitantly: "Just as Shenmu said, the emperor summoned me and Brother Yuan Zhen to the palace today, and he highly praised us for doing our respective duties and working together." Lu Zhi sighed, and seemed quite regretful. Liu Ziyu, who had been looking at Zhang Jun with concern just now, relaxed when he heard the words, and praised: "The emperor is wise!"

Qu Duan secretly rolled his eyes, thinking that this Zhang Xianggong was indeed the most fortunate villain. He now understood the purpose of Zhang Deyuan calling people here tonight, which was nothing more than the impassioned speech of "forgiveness for the country and the Northern Expedition". He was too lazy to say anything for a while, and slowly scooped the cup of rice dumplings on the table - and Zhang Shuxiang's family was indeed a famous family in Shuzhong, and the chef in the mansion had good skills, and at the same time, he did not forget to look at Lin Jingmo. The style of this recognized talented minister of the Ministry of Revenue in sending music to Zhang Jun just now was too tough and unkind, and there must be a reason for it. Feeling Qu Duan's probing eyes, Lin Jingmo turned his head and blinked at Qu Duan. Qu Duan was stunned, and then laughed again, and lowered his head to scoop the rice dumplings again. After all, only Zuan and food should not be let down. As for the private affairs of Xiahou, we will talk about it later!

Nine two, be alert, there will be war at night, do not worry.

At this time, Liu Ziyu was talking to Zhang Jun in the alley: "The Prime Minister Lu in the southeast is quite capable. With him suppressing the situation, the Jiangnan Taoism should not be linked to the dismissed officials during the White Horse Incident. There must be someone behind this." He glared at Qu Duan again and continued to talk: "The two envoys, Prime Minister Yuwen is indeed a little weak. If there are any generals of the Western Army who dare to disobey orders, I think they should learn from Prime Minister Lu Yihao and kill them all! If Prime Minister Lu had been sent to pacify Guanxi, according to Qu Dutong's domineering personality, I'm afraid that half of his wisdom, courage and fame would have been buried in the stone weeds along with the new ridge of Beimang. I'm afraid it would be the same if I went there."

Hearing this, Lin Jingmo frowned, stretched out his hand and gently pressed the slightly panicked nephew Mei Li under the table, then stood up elegantly and leisurely, walked to the back of the screen, and seemed to be telling the musicians something. Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard and watched coldly. Zhang Deyuan's heart skipped a beat: Because of the conflict in Yaoshan at that time, Liu Ziyu and Qu Duan did not get along well, and always targeted each other secretly, but tonight, I don't know what happened to Yan Xiu, he really lost his sense of propriety when he spoke, and even exposed that private conflict, which was very inappropriate.

Qu Duan threw down the spoon and sneered. He was about to open his mouth to mock, but he listened carefully and heard the graceful and clear lyrics of the Legend of the White Snake outside the screen turned into a gloomy and desolate tone:

"Yesterday Ju Su died in the army, and today Tian Feng died in prison."

Qu Duan was startled and looked at Lin Jingmo again. He saw that he nodded slightly, but he was unusually calm when he spoke: "The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, but the people have moved away. If Guanxi is lost, what is the point of our life's achievements, whether we are remembered or not by future generations?" The lyrics kept coming from outside the screen, causing Lu Zhi to frown and listen.

"If Xu Youmou is put to good use, the safety of the country will belong to the Cao family."

Zhang Jun felt that tonight's party was a mistake. He rubbed his throbbing forehead and urgently said something else to distract Liu Ziyu's attention. The sound of the pipa outside the screen became more and more urgent, and suddenly a sound of scratching the strings was like tearing silk -

"The pillars of Hebei are all broken, how can Benchu ​​not lose his country?"

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