Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Mengchun has passed, and February is approaching.The fragrant grass is Yiyi, and the sweet osmanthus is its osmanthus.Leaving the barbarians unbloomed, the gratifying magnolia holds the stamens.Jidi flowers are all over the mountains and plains, just like red smoke and clouds, contrasting with purple flower dew.

A car swayed and went straight to the outskirts of the city.

The person in the car was chanting quietly: "Unexpectedly, the green hills will be dry and barren, and the water will reflect the parting people. The broken flowers will be gone. The apricots will be green again."

Ouyang Ting reined in the horse and gave way to the three oncoming riders.

"How affectionate and righteous? Don't see each other for a long time, it's not as good as the unripe apricot, astringent and sour." One of the men in the cloak stopped, and after thinking about it several times, Fang raised his eyebrows and sighed, "The fruit is: flowers. Broken into green apricots, scattered fate makes the mountain wither. It’s wonderful! Can I ask you for your advice?”

The person in the car laughed: "What does Ah Ting think?"

... not so much.To be fair, flowers don't always bear fruit.

Most of the male trees with dioecious plants and the ones with female flowers that do not pollinate only bloom but do not bear fruit.For things like flowering, the plant usually uses the most grand form to announce to the world that it is mature and ready to hand.Matching, pollination and other things are handed over to bees, butterflies, wind, etc., and then the nutrients and energy should be supplied to the fruit, so that the seeds can be left to continue to spread and occupy the territory.At this time, it is a waste to bloom again, so naturally it will be thanked.

Ouyang Ting, who thought this way but couldn't say it like this, had no choice but to say: "Appreciate the flowers when they bloom, pick them when they are fruitful, gather friends when they are there, and disperse when they should."

Immediately on the opposite side, one of the three people was slightly embarrassed and the other was in a daze, but the other person who spoke earlier clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "This is even better."

"But it's all about seeking truth from facts, I dare not say it's wonderful." Ouyang Ting said that he and the literary youth have never been on the same channel.

"Seek truth from facts?" The dazed man blinked, then his eyes lit up suddenly, he pushed the black flat scarf on his head and said, "But it's from the phrase 'Learn to learn ancient times, seek truth from facts'①?"

In Ouyang Ting's mind, a beast roared past, and he continued to maintain his expressionless expression: "It's amazing."

The man in the phantom looked back and was very happy: "Brother Luo, there is a son of a king here!"

The young man wearing a blue and black turban looked at the oldest one, and said humbly: "I only know that among the piles of old papers of Haoshou, how can I dare to be happy with Boya."

The embarrassed man came back to his senses, looked Ouyang Ting up and down, and then sneered, "I saw that Xiongtai is dressed as a warrior, but he is eloquent, it's really rare."

"So you also want to ask me for advice?" Ouyang Ting has never liked this kind of talk with guns and sticks.

"The three of us are well-known in Beijing. It's lucky to see two masters today." The man raised his eyebrows, "I wonder if I can ask for advice again?"

"It's really a poor name, at least I don't know it." The person in the car laughed suddenly, "As for asking for advice, heh - I should have promised to be 'polite and polite, how dare you dare'. But today I am not in high spirits, let me let you Let my groom play with you."

So is this downgrading to become a groom so as to inflict greater humiliation on the opponent?But dear Shizi, your "groom" really doesn't know such arty things.Ouyang Ting braced himself and cupped his fists and said to the three scholars with different expressions in front of him: "It's a good thing to make friends through literature, but—"

"Since your master has already spoken, there is no reason to refuse to obey." The young man in the cloak didn't take it seriously, and rolled his eyes happily and said, "The so-called strong generals have no weak soldiers, your master is a good song!" Xing Ci, we might as well take it as the title. I don’t demand anything else, but it’s for fun.” When he said it, he turned his head from side to side, “How about it, Brother Luo, Brother Ping?”

Ouyang Ting heard the name of the last person, couldn't help raising his brows slightly, and tried his best not to laugh out loud.

The young man surnamed Ping showed an angry look on his face: "What are you laughing at?!"

"Brother (chest) is not flat, how can the world be flat." Ouyang Ting clasped his fists with a serious face, "I envy you for your big heart."

The scholar surnamed Na Ping frowned doubtfully, "Really?"

"really."

"really?"

"really."

In order to end the conversation full of slots as soon as possible, Ouyang Ting rushed to say: "The three of you go first."

"Then I'll come first, brothers and sisters, listen up—" The young man in the clothes shook his head in a cheerful manner, and spun around with his upper body, "The willows in the north of the mountain follow the wind, and the scorpions in the south of the river follow the jade bridge. The apricot blossoms on the top of the tip are shining brightly." , the love is deep and unspoken." After saying that, he turned his head and blinked, "How, how?"

Na Luosheng only smiled and said nothing, but Na Ping shook his head: "The words are off the mark, the craftsman's chisel is too heavy."

The young man let out an ah, patted his forehead and said with a smile: "Isn't it? It made the two experts laugh. Stop talking, brother Luo!"

"When a fool is older, he throws bricks to attract jade." Luo Sheng, wearing a turban, looked at the apricot trees along the way for a long time and said slowly, "Pink apricots stain clothes and butterflies are also worrying, and how sad it is to be away from people. Broken red can't help but leave the tree, The most difficult thing is to stay in spring in the world.”

Hearing this, Brother Na Ping sighed first: "Brother Luo, I think Quan'er... I don't want to see you so sentimental."

Na Luosheng smiled wryly and said, "I knew that it was not easy to give birth to my brother, but I also hoped for the mercy of God. Looking at it now, the luck will not last long."

The youth in the ghost clothes said dejectedly: "It's all my fault."

Luo Sheng shook his head and sighed softly: "The two virtuous brothers are kind-hearted, and specially invited Yu to go out for a trip, with Yu's feelings in mind. I have also worshiped Quan'er, and wish him a life without suffering."

Everyone was speechless for a while, and after a while Na Luo Shengqiang cheered up and said: "It's a foolish failure, you should be punished. If you don't know how to stop—"

The people in the car behind Ouyang Ting said indifferently: "Why come back in a hurry? It's too rigid and boring to stick to clichés. Ah Ting, just do a half-song at will, and it will be a tie."

The young man surnamed Ping who hadn't written any poems pressed his lips tightly, but he snorted arrogantly and said: "If that's the case, then please."

What are you talking about? !Can you stop asking a question about poems and songs of a person whose language is taught by Baoan (Master Wang of the Nursing Academy)?

But the boy in the ethereal clothes blinked his eyes full of anticipation, Ouyang Ting had no choice but to rack his brains.

To tell the truth, I knew it was a poem, with apricot blossom as the title, right?Ouyang Ting didn't know why he blurted out in his head but couldn't stop it: "Spring. The garden can't be closed, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall. ②"

Immediately, the three people on the opposite side were stunned.

"...Miao is very wonderful, where is the only wall?" The young man in misty clothes turned his head to look at Luo Luo with a puzzled expression on his face.

Luo Sheng frowned as if thinking hard: "Yu also praised the beauty of the 'Spring. The Garden' is extremely beautiful, but I don't know where the garden is."

Brother Du Naping clasped his arms and said arrogantly: "Only two sentences? It's really a 'half poem'."

The person in the car behind Ouyang Ting said coldly: "The wall in your heart is still there, only a few sentences are worthy."

The faces of the three of them were shocked immediately, each lowered their heads and thought deeply, then said deeply: "Teach me."

Ouyang Ting secretly wiped off his cold sweat, thinking that most of the ancients are kind, so they can be fooled.

The person in the car behind him sneered and said: "Before you lose your temper, Ah Ting, let's go."

Ouyang Ting clasped his fists to bid farewell to the three of them, and drove away.

The people in the car suddenly opened the curtain, and the fan with the apricot flower and jade carving hanging down lightly patted him on the shoulder and said, "But I don't know that my family, Ting, is so talented in literature, is it possible that he plans to become the number one scholar after ten years of hard work?"

"Your Majesty is joking." Ouyang Ting had no choice but to slow down and said, "If it wasn't for His Majesty's help, this subordinate would be ashamed."

Feng Wu came out and sat beside him and said, "What is there to talk about with those arrogant and crazy guys?"

For the elder son who forgot that he was the first to provoke this inexplicable struggle, Ouyang Ting can only express that you are happy: "The elder son has taught you well."

Feng Wu glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Now I'm subdued again."

if not?Ouyang Ting was speechless, so he simply concentrated on driving.

Feng Wu said: "Firstly, the scholar surnamed Luo is... an idiot."

Ouyang Ting thought for a while and said, "It seems to be a newly lost wife, which is embarrassing."

"What kind of wife." Feng Wu sneered, "One, brother."

Ouyang Ting said helplessly, "Brother is also human."

"This is nonsense." Feng Wu mocked, "Brother is—the most useless person in the world."

Ouyang Ting pursed his lips and didn't respond, Feng Wu glanced at him: "Say."

"Yes." Ouyang Ting paused and said, "These subordinates have lived in the palace for many years, and have not really seen it. But the subordinates have never understood why everyone in the world regards elder brothers as cheap."

Feng Wu laughed, as if hearing something stupid: "Young brother."

"If there are few people, is it cheap? Don't you hear that rare things are valuable."

"There must be a reason." Feng Wu said, lighting his fan, "One is that labor management is harder than men, and even weaker than women; two is that it is difficult to give birth, far worse than women; three... …Brother is in the form of a man after all.”

Ouyang Ting thought to himself that he already knew the first one or two, but these three... It shows that in the ancient times he lives in, there are not many people who are willing to engage in radical activities.

"Besides, brother's son must also be brother." Feng Wu sighed quietly.

In this way, Ouyang Ting understood a little bit.The ancients paid great attention to heirs, and the incense of passing on the family line is inexhaustible.So he couldn't help but sighed and said: "What the son said is true. But the subordinates still don't know how the first brother was born?"

Feng Wu was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "You really stump me. It's as if the world was just opened, and everything is the same as men and women."

Ouyang Ting thought so too, this world is set up like this, obviously it cannot be explained by genetic mutation.

"Worried about that Moqin?" Feng Wu gave him a sideways glance, smacked his arm with a fan and pointed to the west, "Sure enough, you have fallen in love with him? I have never seen you caring about your brother's strengths and weaknesses in the past."

Seeing that direction, Ouyang Ting had some speculations, heard the words and had no choice but to respond: "Your Majesty made fun of me, this subordinate just asked casually."

"Could it be that you haven't seen it before, so you're curious?" Feng Wu pursed his lips, then opened his fan and shook it lightly, "Some things can be caught on the wind and just on the surface."

Ouyang Ting was inconvenient to reply, but recalled that the master next to him was 14 years old, and there was a brother who was sent to sleep with him at night.It's a pity... Judging from the bleak state of those children when they were buried, it seems that this prince hates his elder brother so much.And the grass on the graves of those poor people is probably almost waist high.But I was surprised again, this Moqin was originally a brother, and now he is serving as a servant with the son, wouldn't it be sooner or later--

"What are you sighing again?" Feng Wu stared at him and frowned, "Why did you offend me by offering sacrifices to my mother?"

"Subordinates dare not." Ouyang Ting was also helpless.My son, it's fine for you to fool around, but don't bully me for not reading enough. Is there anyone who rewards people for an outing to go to the grave?

It's not cold food, it's not fancy clothes, and it doesn't bring a box of wine to sacrifice.Even the car is light and easy, just come quietly.

"...Ah Ting, do you remember my mother?"

"Subordinates are not blessed. Only on the day when she entered the mansion, the concubine recruited two brothers under her subordinates. But today I still remember her earnest instructions to serve the son with all my heart."

Feng Wu slowly leaned forward to caress the golden lacquer writing on the stele: "Then you say my mother, is it pretty?"

"When I was young, how did I know beauty and ugliness." Bao Yangting said dryly.

"That's right." Feng Wu withdrew his hands and turned around, "Father Wang always said that I resemble her, so just look at me."

"...The prince is naturally graceful."

Feng Wu sneered and said: "There are only you and me here, so why use such hypocrisy."

Bao Yangting bowed and said: "It's not an excuse for my subordinates, only the concubine looks like a god, and the son is a man - please don't embarrass the subordinates."

Feng Wu moved his eyes away: "Then do you think that... Mo Qin is beautiful?"

"Forgive me, my son. It's pitiful for me to see him as a child sold as a slave, and his age is similar to Ah Hu, so I take care of him." Bao Yangting was even more helpless, "And he is clumsy, and he has repeatedly provoked the prince's displeasure. , why don't you let him go out and do some ordinary sweeping things—"

"You are the only one who is troublesome." Feng Wu scolded, but his face relaxed, "Could it be, do you think that this son punished you because you helped him regardless of face?"

Ouyang Ting slandered but said: "This subordinate dare not."

"Don't dare to say it." Feng Wu rolled his eyes, "Brother, hum, brother..."

But Ouyang Ting thought that after the death of the princess, the prince was once obsessed with a brother, and he loved and rewarded him a lot.There were rumors in the mansion that there might be a continuation, and the prince was also extremely irritable at that time.Later, I heard that the brother was pregnant but didn't make it through, so he spared his life and two lives for nothing.Since then, the lord seems to have lost his mind, and rarely put anyone in the room.

But today, listening to what the son said, even if the brother is born, he is still a brother.It won't threaten Fengwu's status—could it be that the son is fighting for the princess, so he resents all his elder brothers for doing those things?

"What nonsense are you thinking about?" Feng Wu raised his leg and kicked him.

Ouyang Ting said: "I'm thinking about my son."

"Huh?" Feng Wu was startled, then annoyed, "You bastard slave! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Ouyang Ting cupped his hands helplessly and said: "I'm just thinking, if the concubine is still there, the son doesn't have to work so hard."

"Strict father and loving mother?" Feng Wu paused, but then sneered, "If she is still here, I'm afraid I'm not as good as I am now."

Ouyang Ting thought, at least someone will stop your father when he beats you.But he still responded with the usual words: "It's the fault of not raising the father, the prince also wishes for the best of the son."

"Forget it." Feng Wu put his hand on his arm and walked back, "So what if he doesn't like it? Anyway... he only has me, my son."

Ouyang Ting always felt that there was something wrong with these words, but he was not easy to explain, so he just waited for him to get into the carriage: "Your Majesty, return home?"

Feng Wu sighed quietly in the car: "Otherwise where else could I go?"

Ouyang Ting scolded himself for talking too much: "Yes, my son."

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① "Book of Han·The Biography of Liu De, King Xian of Hejian"

②The famous sentence of Ye Shaoweng, a Song Dynasty native, is not worth repeating.