No one survived.

[The ancestor of this family was just a dissolute and spoiled third generation at first! Only after an unspeakable change did he become angry and strong, and finally became a great scholar? ]

[What kind of change! So effective - it shouldn't be a tragic disaster that wiped out the family... Shit! It really was tragic! ]

The Peng official was stunned.

Destroyed the family?

No, when did the Peng family...

[What a sin! Why play something else but Wushisan! This is retribution. ]

[After taking Wushisan, his body became hot, and he took off all his clothes. He had originally sent the servants away, but who would have thought that a guest would come, and his brain was not working well because of Wushisan. He walked over in a daze and opened the door. Tsk, tsk, tsk, his whole body was seen. 】

Other officials: "..."

Oh, so it's such a "tragic" way.

That's really tragic.

【What a social demise.】

【Those who came are family relatives, such as the second uncle, the third aunt, the seventh aunt, the eighth aunt, and many cousins...Oh! It turns out that they heard that he had attacked the emperor, and they came to congratulate him.】

【Hahahahahahaha!】

【So that's how it is hahahahahahahaha! Fortunately, only family members saw it, otherwise it would have spread throughout the prefecture, and it might have been recorded in both official and unofficial history hahahahahahaha!】

The laughter was loud and merciless.

Official Peng was laughed at so hard that his teeth itched, and his upper teeth rubbed against his lower teeth, but he didn't make too much noise, so he could only grind his teeth in grievance and frustration.

——Xu Yanmiao! Be a human being!

Xu Yanmo is not a man.

He continued to flip through the pages: [No wonder the history books recorded that he did not go out for three years, but the history books recorded that he suddenly came to his senses, so funny, who would have thought that it was to give up Wushisan - no wonder, the painful lesson and the bird walking outside are still vivid in my mind. ]

[--Although he could not completely give up Wushisan. ]

[He regretted it so much that he told his family several times that he should not have touched this thing in the first place. ]

[After that, he packed his luggage and ran to other prefectures to study. After finishing his studies, he started to travel. After finishing his travel, he gritted his teeth and insisted that he was writing books and would not see outsiders...]

An editor thought of something and suddenly let out a miserable cry.

Xu Yanmiao was so surprised that he looked over: "What happened?"

The editor kept a miserable face and continued without pausing: "I remembered that I haven't watered the vegetable garden at home before I left. I wondered if my wife would go to take a look." After

listening to him, Xu Yanmiao tried to give advice: "Why don't you take a short leave? Or ask a colleague to borrow a driver and ask the driver to go to your house and bring a message?"

The editor seemed very surprised: "Xu Lang, what a good idea!"

Then he grabbed the arm of a good colleague and went to the side, as if he really went to borrow a driver.

Actually...

the colleague whispered: "Did you really forget to water the garden?"

The editor laughed dryly: "No..." Then, he put on a mask of pain: "Have you forgotten Peng Wenzong's first book? It's that one! That one!"

The colleague suddenly realized something, and his face suddenly became painful: "The one that caused a sensation and made paper expensive in Luoyang..."

The editor covered his mouth and uttered a short and trembling cry: "My white moonlight..."

- He has learned to use the words in Xu Yanmiao's heart.

Many people present also reacted, and immediately widened their eyes, and were almost unconscious because of the stimulation.

That book is also their white moonlight!

"Huai Chi Five Sentences" expresses how much romance the literati have!

Inheriting the literary meaning of Confucius and Mencius, and close to the structure of Yuefu, how many literati rushed to imitate it!

It was the most popular book of the moment, and it led the trend for a century.

Of course, books are still their white moonlight, and the point of their collapse is that... they learned from primary school that "Wen Zong Peng Qingyue, a good young man from Gaoyang, suddenly realized and entered the literary world, accumulated a lot of knowledge and then made a breakthrough, and after 30 years of hard work, he finally produced a gorgeous work"! Wuwu

... choking.jpg [hiss——] [But he is really talented. He spent ten years studying and traveling, and then secluded himself for twenty years. He really produced a masterpiece that had a profound impact on the literary world. ] "It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter...Wen Zong's articles are real! It's not that we like him because he was amazing when he was young." The officials encouraged each other: "Moreover! There are 'one article and one poem, Guo in the south and Peng in the north'. In addition to Wen Zong, there is also 'Shi Bo'! This great man is also a person who has accumulated a lot of experience and made great achievements. He did nothing before the age of fifty, but after the age of fifty, he made a great achievement! He has the most allusions, the most perfect words and the most powerful strength - he deserves to be called Zhu Sha Mole!" Yes, Zhu Sha Mole was also learned from Xu Yanmo. [Wow! This Peng who who and another person are known as Guo Peng for a while... Peng is Peng Wenzong, who is Guo?】 A bunch of officials: "!!!" Quick!!! Come on, someone come and knock Xu Yanmiao out! * It's too late. 【Wow! 'Poetry Bo'! 'One hundred years to learn classics, one thousand years to learn Guo'! So powerful! Let me see...】 Xu Yanmiao blinked, and even the voice in his heart became elongated and slow. 【Wow... Oh...】 The officials were collectively agitated. Every time Xiao Bai Ze uses this tone! It's not a good thing! Stop it! At least one of the two should be left for us! 【Is there still such a thing? While I am still young, I should prepare thousands of poems of ordinary quality and those that may go beyond my standard when I get a flash of inspiration. Then I should go find older and more capable literary masters, pester them, and ask them to revise and guide me...】

The officials were puzzled.

What's wrong with this? Isn't it normal to ask for advice from the seniors? Although thousands of poems are a bit too many, perhaps it is precisely such persistent asking for advice that can make one a great poetry blogger.

[Then, when all the seniors who revised the poems are dead, take out the fine poems that have been revised over and over again! ! ! ]

"???"

"!!!"

[Is this 'poetry blogger' actually the 'blogger' who has learned from many people? ]

No!!!

There is no such thing! That is the blogger who is knowledgeable!

The fans roared in their hearts, and then their minds couldn't help but repeat over and over again:

"Fine" poems.

"Guidance" from famous masters.

The seniors are dead.

...

Damn!

After hundreds of years, they are still "fortunate" to know the truth? !

——How could they really ruin the reputation of an ancient man who lived hundreds of years ago? ? ?

The fans of Guo were so upset that they almost cried.

The officials who only liked Peng Wenzong and had a general feeling about Guo suddenly felt like they had survived a disaster.

They were young and frivolous, so what was wrong with taking Wu Shi San? He was brave after knowing his shame, and he was angry and wanted to become stronger! Moreover, he wrote his own books and articles! Isn't he better than Guo Shuishui?

...

The old emperor reviewed memorials for a day.

Seeing the sun setting in the west, the emperor estimated that the imperial city would soon be locked down and the people in Wenhua Hall would be off work soon. He called the commander of the Jinyiwei, "What's the situation over there?"

After a moment of unusual silence, the commander of the Jinyiwei said with a subtle expression, "No one survived."

The old emperor slightly widened his eyes, "...Huh?"

*

That night, in the residences of the capital, there were sad sobbing sounds,

which aroused the doubts of their relatives and friends.

"Husband, what are you doing..."

"It's okay, let me be alone. Mr. Guo... why... sob--" ...

"

Dad? What's wrong with you? You locked yourself in the study as soon as you came back?"

"Dad has made up his mind. Tomorrow I will send you to study at the White Horse Academy thousands of miles away!"

"Ah?"

"Son, Dad is doing this for your own good! If you hear about the Eagle Family in the future, just ignore it and study hard. Don't think too much!"

"What's wrong with the name Eagle Family? It sounds good..."

His father took a deep look at him and sighed, "You don't understand."

...

Crying, complaining, making plans for a rainy day, drowning your sorrows in alcohol, hoping that other families will be in trouble together... Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, but Xu Yanmo slept until dawn.

That's right! Today! He has a day off!

The chef came over and knocked on the door: "My dear, today's snacks are soba, ring cakes and milk cakes." Soba

is noodles. Ring cakes are twisted dough sticks. Rubing is milk tofu.

Xu Yanmiao was happy and had breakfast after washing up.

The noodles were very chewy, with a long thin and round strand dipped in brine. The vegetables were freshly cut cucumber shreds and blanched green bean sprouts, fresh and crispy. The twisted dough sticks were fried in oil until golden, with a naturally crispy texture and a sweet taste.

After eating everything, Xu Yanmiao ate the milk tofu. This thing is not easy to bite. You either have to soak it in milk tea or hold it in your mouth like sugar.

The lion cat was standing by, looking up and observing the table carefully. It didn't move when the noodles and fried dough twist came up, until the milk tofu came up, it jumped onto Xu Yanmiao's knees, sat upright, and patted the young man's belly with its tail.

"Meow~"

Xu Yanmiao looked at the milk tofu and then at the lion cat, his tongue stirring the milk in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Dancing, can you eat some radishes?"

Then, before the lion cat could continue to act coquettishly, he quickly pulled over a bowl of cat rice made of chicken breast: "Eat this!"

The lion cat was immediately satisfied, licking, biting and chewing the chicken breast, fighting fiercely.

Xu Yanmiao then noticed that the chef, who usually should have left, was still standing there: "Eh? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The chef asked nervously: "My dear, my relatives are coming to Beijing to look for me. Can I not come to the house to cook today..."

Xu Yanmiao looked at him and said generously: "Sure! It's just right, I'm going out to eat today."

As he was talking, he heard a knock on the door.

The lion cat was startled. Jumping to the wall, staring at this side with wide eyes -

Xu Yanmiao quickly wiped his mouth and said to the cook: "I'm leaving first. Please lock the door for me later."

Then, he stood up, walked to the door in two steps, and opened the door: "Lian Hang, let's go! It shouldn't be too late, right?"

"It's not too late. If we go to the East Market now, we can just catch up with the magic show of the Indian Hu people. Let's go!"

The cook looked at the door gratefully.

At first, when he was sent here, he thought he was going to serve a particularly picky and difficult master. Unexpectedly, he would meet a master like Xu Lang who has a good temper and is particularly easy to get along with.