I saw the madam limping away.
Li Yuanzhao quietly approached Zhang Biao and whispered, "Brother Biao, can you teach me?"
Zhang Biao squinted at him and asked, "What should I teach you?"
"Kung Fu! And how can your body be so good?"
Fang Zhengyi grinned at the two people, "Now you know that my brother Biao is awesome! I was not convinced before."
Zhang Biao said calmly: "Oh, if you want to strengthen your body, it's simple, there's nothing complicated. I examine myself three times a day, that's all!"
I examine myself three times a day...
Li Yuanzhao was surprised that Brother Biao, who looked so rough, could say such philosophical words, so he stumbled and said, "What...do you mean?"
"Just train your body three times a day, and you'll be as strong as him!"
Fang Zheng interrupted and said that he also wanted to learn from Zhang Biao, but it was really impossible for a normal person to learn... It was too cruel.
Zhang Biao was originally from Taoyuan County. He was so hungry that he couldn't get out of the fields. It was only after Fang Zhengyi sent him three baskets of steamed buns that he was able to recover.
Later I found out that this guy had never had enough to eat since he was a child.
Ever since Fang Zheng became rich, he had been treating him to the finest food and fish, and only then did Zhang Biao's amazing talent come to light.
In addition to his daily hard training, Zhang Biao also enjoyed it, which enabled him to develop the physique of a humanoid beast.
Li Yuanzhao swallowed hard and whispered to Fang Zheng, "Has Brother Biao never met an opponent?"
"Confucius said: I have never seen a man of integrity~" Fang Zheng glanced at him, it seems that Brother Biao's fan base has increased by +1.
"What do you mean? Who is Zi?" Li Yuanzhao was confused.
"Zi is a giant of nine feet six inches in height, proficient in both civil and military skills, and he is followed by seventy-two people who are just as awesome as him."
"Yun Zi has never seen a person so strong that Brother Biao can't destroy him."
“………..”
As they were talking, the madam limped back and said with embarrassment, "No, Miss Luo still doesn't agree. I'm really sorry, Master Fang."
"Huh!?" Zhang Biao stood up suddenly.
The madam immediately panicked and said, "Sir, it's not that I don't want to mediate, it's just that Miss Luo has a special status and it's not my responsibility. Don't be angry~"
Li Yuanzhao looked at Zhang Biao with admiration.
Fang Zheng frowned and said, "Oh? Who is the boss behind the Incense Pavilion?"
"That's hard to say..."
\"When our young master asks you questions, just answer them!\"
"It is actually the property of King Wu..."
King Wu...I haven't heard of this person for a long time. In Fang Zheng's impression, King Wu has always been a good-for-nothing. He doesn't sell wine very well, but he runs a brothel very successfully.
Although he felt something was a little strange, he was too lazy to think about things that had nothing to do with Fang Zhengyi.
So he said: "I will write a poem, please help me send it to Miss Luo, if it doesn't work, I'll leave!"
The madam nodded quickly and agreed, then ordered someone to bring paper and pen.
Fang Zhengyi picked up the pen and thought for a moment before he began to write: "I only love the lotus that grows out of the mud without being stained, washes in the water without being coquettish, -------------------, it can be admired from afar but not played with."
Ailian said that she only remembered these few sentences, and the reason why Miss Luo didn't see her was probably because she left without saying goodbye.
And those who attend poetry readings must be very fond of poetry.
Well, it's reasonable to write it this way, and it should be enough to explain it clearly. After all, it was just a one-time meeting.
The madam picked up the white paper and looked at the three lines of words written on it with her eyes wide open: "Is this a poem?"
"Don't worry about it, just show it to her!"
The madam had no choice but to go upstairs with the white paper in her hand.
Soon he came back again and said with a smile: "Master Fang! Miss Luo agreed. I will take you upstairs."
"But you are the only one who can go up there."
Fang Zheng nodded and followed the madam upstairs.
Luo Ningxin's room was on the third floor. After Fang Zhengyi was sent into the room, the madam quietly closed the door.
He looked downstairs at Zhang Biao, rubbed his hands, and hurried downstairs with a happy look on his face...
After entering the room, Fang Zheng looked around instinctively.
The decoration of this room is completely different from the last time in the houseboat. It is more exquisitely decorated and contains many precious-looking cultural relics.
The place has a strong scholarly atmosphere, and the majority of things in the room are books of all kinds.
And there seemed to be a very high-end fragrance in the house.
Fang Zhengyi walked slowly into the room. Luo Ningxin was still sitting on the embroidered bed, separated by a veil.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard Luo Ningxin's voice: "Master Fang, why did you leave without saying goodbye last time? Is it that my frail appearance is so unpleasant to you, Master?"
Fang Zheng laughed twice and said, "Miss Luo, you are joking. I have not even seen Miss Luo's true face, so how can I say that I dislike her?"
"It was just a matter of reason. Miss Luo's outstanding temperament is like a lotus, which makes people feel ashamed and can only watch from afar."
Upon hearing this, Luo Ningxin stood up from the embroidered bed. With her pair of small and delicate lotus feet in embroidered shoes, she took two steps at a time and stood in front of Fang Zhengyi.
A pair of charming eyes stared at Fang Zhengyi closely.
Suddenly he raised the rice paper in his hand and said, "Could you please complete this article for me?"
Fang Zheng took a closer look and realized it was the poem "On the Love of Lotus" that he had just written.
Then he twitched his lips: "No!"
"Why?"
“Because I can only write a little.”
Luo Ningxin covered her mouth and took two steps back, laughing sweetly, "No wonder the outside world says that Lord Fang is a master of incomplete words. This principle of the imperfection of all things is indeed carried out from beginning to end."
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