Zhuzi show off

Xiao Mo's voice not only brought back Wei Wensheng's mind, but also made Cheng Zhiyuan, who was with the old god, look terrified, so suddenly he turned his head to look at Wei Wensheng.

Wei Wensheng looked at Xiao Mo with complicated eyes: "Your voice is very similar to...a friend of mine."

"Really? It's a blessing in my life to have the same voice as the young master's friend." Saying this, what Xiao Mo thought was, is this person also the old friend of the original owner?But with Gong Xi's psychopath in front, Xiao Mo now dare not misrecognize this "old friend".

Cheng Zhiyuan lowered his voice: "Wen Sheng, he can't be..."

"I know!" Wei Wensheng interrupted Cheng Zhiyuan, "I know it's not him, Yun Mo, your voice is really similar to that of my friend, but I haven't heard his voice for a long time." Let out a sigh.

Wei Wensheng didn't hide his depression. Xiao Mo felt that he should say something, so as to divert Cheng Zhijie from asking him to write a poem: "Young master seems to have a good relationship with that friend. If that's the case, why not?" Haven't seen each other for a long time?"

Wei Wensheng's face turned bitter: "My friend is seriously ill."

Xiao Mo was puzzled: "My friend is seriously ill. As a friend, shouldn't the young master go and ask about it?"

"I……"

"His friend has an extremely contagious disease, even if Wen Sheng wanted to go, the family members on both sides would strongly oppose it." Cheng Zhiyuan interjected.

Xiao Mo understood: "So that's how it is."

Wei Wensheng smiled wryly: "You and that friend of mine are bound by fate, and both got serious illnesses, but that friend of mine is really unfortunate, and he hasn't recovered from his illness yet."

Xiao Mo was thinking about whether to comfort Wei Wensheng, but suddenly someone yelled in surprise:

"Look! It's snowing!"

After the sound, the ladies from the famous families who had been sitting in one place as quietly as chickens all stood up and rushed outside to watch the snow.

Pei Zhenyuan glanced at Wei Wensheng who was still feeling sad, and stood up holding Xiao Mo's hand: "Come on, let's go and see, this is the first snow this year."

The first snow always comes suddenly, and the snow is precious.

Seeing the sporadic snowflakes swirling down in mid-air, all the gifted scholars and beauties suddenly became poetic. They forgot the old tree with a crooked neck on the shore, and began to write poems about snow.

Xiao Mo once again returned to the state of watching the excitement from the sidelines, leaning on the railing and listening boredly to the rhetoric of talented scholars and beautiful ladies. Wei Wensheng suddenly came to Xiao Mo's side, watching the gray sky and ice crystal snow with Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo glanced at Wei Wencheng subconsciously, and Wei Wensheng turned his head to show Xiao Mo a kind smile: "Can you talk to me? I want to hear his voice."

Xiao Mo was speechless: "My lord wants to hear the voice of my friend, but I don't want to be someone else's substitute."

"You are not a substitute, I can tell the difference clearly, you are you, he is him, you..." His nobility and purity are beyond your comparison.

The smile on Wei Wensheng's face concealed his inner thoughts very well, so Xiao Mo didn't know that Wei Wensheng actually looked down on him from the bottom of his heart, and even showed kindness indiscriminately. He sympathized with Wei Wensheng for a few seconds, and then asked Wei Wensheng:

"What do you want to talk about?"

"whatever."

"..." Xiao Mo is most afraid of this kind of "anything goes" answer, because people who answer you like this often ask a lot.

After a short thought, Xiao Mo felt that Wei Wensheng was born in a family, and he was interested in literature, but Xiao Mo didn't know much about Jingguo's literary works, and he didn't know how to recite poems, so...

"Before, I read a book in my free time. It's called "The Chronicles of the Seven Kingdoms". It's full of plots, but it's a pity that I didn't see the ending. Mr. Wei, have you heard of this book?"

Wei Wensheng frowned slightly: "Do you know who the author of "Chronicle of the Seven Kingdoms" is?"

Xiao Mo nodded: "Shenjun Wenchang, let me tell you, this author is quite arrogant, he dared to use the title of Wenchang God."

"..." Wei Wensheng's eyes flickered slightly, and then he nodded, "It's really inappropriate to abuse the name of the god, but it's just a name, and the god probably doesn't have time to pay attention to it."

Xiao Mo knew that literati have always respected and respected Wenchang God since ancient times, but Wei Wensheng's tone was very casual. After thinking about it carefully, Xiao Mo guessed the reason.

Jingguo uses the recommendation system to select officials. Ordinary people rely on the recommendation of major families and vassal kings if they want to prosper. However, in the ancient times that Xiao Mo is familiar with, imperial examinations are used to select talents. Ordinary people want to enter the court and become a country. Efficacy depends on one's own talents and abilities, as well as luck. Talents and abilities are controllable by oneself, but luck is uncontrollable. The only way is to pray to the gods, and the gods who are in charge of talents, learning and official luck are Wenchang gods, so Xiao Mo As far as we know, in ancient times, the god Wenchang was highly respected, unlike Jinguo, who could blaspheme the name of the god at will.

Of course, for the semi-atheist Xiao Mo, he may not respect the God of Wenchang more than Wei Wensheng, but he is just a little surprised.

"Master Wei is right. So, Mr. Wei, have you read "The Chronicles of the Seven Kingdoms" written by Wenchang Shenjun?"

"Seen."

Xiao Mo was pleasantly surprised: "Then can you tell me about the ending?" Xiao Mo was sure that he was not obsessive-compulsive, but he was really tormented because he didn't see the ending of "The Chronicle of the Seven Kingdoms".

However, Wei Wensheng shook his head: "It's been too long since I watched it, and I don't remember the plots in it, let alone the ending."

Xiao Mo couldn't restrain his disappointment: "That's a pity." He couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, he just wanted to see the ending of the story, why is it so difficult!

When the two were chatting, there were two eyes watching them all the time, one was Pei Zhenyuan, who was joking with several famous ladies, and the other was Cheng Zhiyuan, who was surrounded by several poetic talents.

Cheng Zhiyuan casually composed a poem of appreciation for snow to fool him, then walked between Xiao Mo and Wei Wensheng, separating the two without a trace.

"What are you talking about? Wen Sheng, you are the number one talent in our country, and we are all waiting for you to show your talents."

Wei Wensheng was a little embarrassed: "Zhiyuan, you are the number one talented scholar in our country, the number one Confucianist in the imperial court, with your pearls and jades in front of you, I dare not make mistakes."

Hearing Cheng Zhiyuan and Wei Wensheng's mutual compliments, Xiao Mo felt quite boring. Just as Pei Zhenyuan walked over from the flowers, Xiao Mo turned his attention to Pei Zhenyuan.

"Boss Pei, I can't tell, you are quite popular with famous ladies."

Pei Zhenyuan really wanted to see Xiao Mo's sour and jealous expression at the moment, but there were too many people present, and there were two people who knew Xiao Mo, so he didn't dare to take off the cap on Xiao Mo's head.

With a laugh, Pei Zhenyuan jokingly said, "Are you jealous of me or those famous ladies?"

Xiao Mo snorted: "Boss Pei may not know, I don't like sour food the most in my life."

"Really? Then those fresh red bayberries that I specially asked someone to bring to you from the south would have been wasted?"

"Boss Pei is trying to tease me, the bayberry has long since disappeared at this time of year."

Pei Zhenyuan bowed his head and whispered in Xiao Mo's ear: "As long as you want to eat, it's nothing to go against the season!"

Xiao Mo couldn't stop his heart from beating wildly, but said firmly: "Unfortunately, I don't want to eat."

Pei Zhenyuan straightened up, resting his chin as if thinking for a while: "I don't like sour ones, but what about sweet ones, do you want me to have some lychees brought over?"

"..." The words Yang Guifei couldn't help but appear in Xiao Mo's mind, and he was speechless for a while.

The light snow lasted for a while and then stopped. I thought it would not fall again, but a group of people finished their lunch on the boat. Sparse snowflakes floated down from the lead-colored sky again, and it became bigger and bigger until it turned into heavy snow. .

Fearing that the road would not be able to go back to the capital because of the heavy snow, several noble ladies got off the boat first and returned to the capital early in the carriage when they came. However, the children of the aristocratic families were greedy for the scenery on the canal and still stayed on the boat.

Xiao Mo looked at the snow that was getting heavier and heavier, and couldn't help but asked Pei Zhenyuan: "Shall we go back earlier?" There is no snow plow here, "I think it's snowing so heavily, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back at night gone."

Xiao Mo and Pei Zhenyuan avoided the crowd and went to the highest attic of the hull, drinking sake to warm up while watching the falling snow outside the window.

Hearing Xiao Mo's question, Pei Zhenyuan leaned towards Xiao Mo, and although there was no one else around, he still leaned into Xiao Mo's ear and whispered: "It would be better not to go back, the scenery here is so beautiful, it's just right for... ..."

Xiao Mo was speechless, raised his hand and pulled Pei Zhenyuan's head away, and said with a smile:

"It's just right to go against your dandy friends enjoying the snow, drinking wine and reciting poems."

His head was pushed away, Pei Zhenyuan's lips hooked slightly, and he slowly turned his head back, and then, caught off guard, he suddenly pressed Xiao Mo firmly on the cushion.

Looking down at Xiao Mo from a close distance, Pei Zhenyuan said obscenely: "If you don't like me reciting poems with others, then I'll fuck you."

"..." Xiao Mo, who was speechless again, quickly regained the initiative, wrapping his arms around Pei Zhenyuan's neck, "How does Boss Pei want to be kinky?"

"I thought, would you agree?"

Disagree... You have to give me a chance to say it!

Almost as soon as Pei Zhenyuan finished asking the question, he lifted Xiao Mo up from the cushion, then stood up and walked to the carved guardrail in the attic for a few steps, and leaned Xiao Mo against the guardrail.

The carved guardrail was only as high as Xiao Mo's waist, so Xiao Mo leaned against the guardrail, his upper body was empty, and only the cool wind and snowflakes occasionally hit his back.

Xiao Mo glanced sideways to the bottom of the attic, and could only see the slightly frozen water surface, and couldn't help feeling dizzy for a while.

"Is it too late for me to disagree? Let's go in, and then you can do whatever you want. What I said is true." Xiao Mo closed his eyes, turned his head back, and talked nicely to Pei Zhenyuan. discuss.

However, Pei Zhenyuan shook his head mercilessly: "It's late." As he spoke, he began to act dishonestly with his hands.

When his body was harassed, Xiao Mo's breath was stagnant, and he stretched out his hand to hold Pei Zhenyuan's hand that wanted to do evil, trying to stop Pei Zhenyuan.

Pei Zhenyuan's other hand easily opened Xiao Mo's hand: "I have done everything that should be done, why are you embarrassed?"

Xiao Mo frowned: "I'm not embarrassed, this place...is too dangerous..."

Pei Zhenyuan hooked the corners of his mouth with ill intentions: "I just want to see you are both scared and obsessed with desire." As he spoke, he suddenly let go of Xiao Mo's hand, then lowered his hands and hugged Xiao Mo's legs, and then Standing up, intending to throw Xiao Mo from the railing.