The reborn boy is called Xianggong! !

In March of Yangchun, the spring breeze blows for ten miles, and the whole south of the Yangtze River is green.The clear water of Qingyang flows eastward, and the carved boats and painted boats are swinging on the surface of the lake with spring tides. The breeze blows, swaying, swaying in the green waves of that pool.

Fang Qingliu invited the young master of the Huang family in Qingyang to have a drink.

The carved beams and painted buildings stand outside the river, the willows on the river are like smoke, and the bridges are picturesque.The light boat in the river was blown away by the light wind, and the beaded and emerald curtains were blown away, the yellow pink and blue clothes, and the pearls and jades glistening in the sun, all the beauties who were more delicate than flowers were glimpsed of their true colors.

Fang Qingliu's painting boat went sideways.Xin Ma floated freely on the river bank.The people in the boat sat there drinking and drinking tea.

Mr. Huang's grandfather was the Minister of Rites who joined the cabinet years ago.He will enter the spring next year, these walks are necessary.In the past few days since he came back, he has also made friends with many people one after another.

Rong Qian told him that it won't be long before the day when his Fang family chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.That also requires him to get the Dao first.

Hearing that Mr. Huang loved the calligraphy and painting of the former dynasty, he brought a lot of calligraphy and painting.

"This light crimson landscape is elegant and light, bright and clear. The light and heavy ink is lightly colored, and it looks clear and varied. It is really top grade."

This Mr. Huang is knowledgeable.Holding a landscape painting of the former Dongqing layman borrowed by Fang Qingliu, he couldn't put it down.

Outside, the Qiang pipes were lingering, and the girl's wonderful voice mixed with the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras was a bit too noisy, but Mr. Huang was sitting at the table, not letting go of the unfolding picture scroll.

The top grade is rare, the authentic top grade is even rarer, and the authentic top grade of the previous dynasty is even rarer.

Fang Qingliu took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and couldn't help but smile when he looked up at Mr. Huang's hunger and thirst. "A confidant is rare, if brother Huang likes this calligraphy and painting."

Mr. Huang looked at him in surprise, he really didn't know that the young master of the Fang family could be so generous?This painting is not something a thousand dollars can buy.The things that everyone treasures with heritage cannot be estimated by money.This kind of thing, that is, those families of poetry and rituals will only have it after a few lifetimes.Things that can show the background, of course, have to be shared from time to time, but it’s all about reading, and the exchange is about exchange, but there is no way to give it away if there is a disagreement.

"If you like it, just watch it for a while. Fang is not in a hurry." Fang Qingliu smiled teasingly at him.

"Hey, I still think it is." Mr. Huang was stunned for a while, and after a quick word, he realized that Fang Qingliu was joking with him.

"Yun Zun has grown up in Qingyang for 18 years, but I don't know there is such a wonderful person as Brother Fang Xian." Instead of being angry, Mr. Huang laughed loudly.There are too many people who are hypocritical and submissive.It's rare to see someone who can be so upright and smooth.Most people who said that would give him this painting, even though they endured the pain in their hearts.It really suits his taste that Fang Qingliu is so blunt and unwilling to tell him, yet speaks so righteously.

"Mr. Huang is also a man of temperament, and Qingliu dared to do this in front of you." Fang Qingliu smiled honestly, and caressed Mr. Huang's hand as if unintentionally.It's temperamental to make a joke, but if you can't take it back, you will lose your wink.

"Hey, Mr. Huang is too natural. Just call me Yun Zun." Mr. Huang also patted his hand, with a happy expression on his face, but he is an upright and open-minded person.

Drunken by the sound of silk and bamboo outside, Fang Qingliu sat back on the embroidered stool of the painting boat and drank tea.I feel that fluttering silk bamboo is not so unbearable anymore.The sound of the yellow warbler outside the boat was soothing and familiar.

"Ah, Miss.~~" A shriek burst out of the air, accompanied by a plop, broke the clear water, and suddenly echoed on Baguio Lake.

The boat tilted, and Fang Qingliu, who was sitting on the side, spilled half a cup of tea in his hand.Mr. Huang, who was standing and looking at the painting, couldn't stand still and staggered, his hands were flailing in the air trying to grab something.There was only a stabbing sound, and the light crimson landscape painting of Layman Dongqing in his hand was split into two, turning into waste paper.

"This." Mr. Huang turned pale with fright.Seeing Fang Qingliu just froze in place.

"Fang, go out and have a look first." Fang Qingliu raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and signaled him to stay calm.The striding meteor got out of the boat first.

There was already a mess outside the boat, Fang Qingliu came out only to find a beautiful pink shadow floating in the water.The small boat opposite seemed to be full of women, seeing that Li Ying fell into the water, no one came to save her, and they all screamed to see Li Ying struggling in the water.

"Unlucky." Fang Qingliu's face was sullen, and the next moment he plopped again, and went down to save someone.

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The star river is brilliant at night, the sun is good during the day, and it feels refreshing even though it is a little cold at night.

Mr. Huang is very happy to drink today, and it is exciting to meet a sweetheart.But because of the painting that was destroyed by him, he was a little lonely, so he couldn't help but say a few more words before leaving. "It's really a pity that Yun Zun destroyed the painting today. Although Qingliu, you don't care about me, it's for my brother's sake. When Yun Zun returns, he will come to the door to make amends with generous gifts."

"Brother Yun Zun is out of touch like this. The painting is precious, but it is fate that Qingliu got to know Brother Yun Zun. Why are you talking about those vulgar things?" Only then did the mansion's sedan chair let go.

"It's Yun Zun's three lives to be acquainted with brother Qingliu." Huang Yunzun cupped his hands and leaned his drowsy head against the wall of the sedan chair before giving up.

Fang Qingliu just stood on the bank and watched the sedan chair slowly fall out of sight, hiding in the dark night.

As the cool wind blew, Fang Qingliu also shook his dizzy head, and walked back to his boat in a nonchalant manner.

Things went well today.

Huang Yunzun loves painting, loves wine, and is upright.It's delicious in Qingyang, and it's also famous in the capital.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have worked so hard to make him befriend him.

It's not enough just to not make friends, you have to have a good relationship.

This serial drama is extremely meticulous.

It's hard for Rong Qian to come all the way to advise him.

Mr. Huang likes to paint, and his light crimson landscape paintings are getting better day by day, and he is well-known in Qingyang.When he invited Mr. Huang to drink, he would naturally agree with him.There are many paintings, as long as you show your favorite one, Mr. Huang will see it.

It's hard to find a confidant, and the goodwill of fellow travelers will naturally be more.But that's just a good feeling.Children of big families like them have been praised and fawned upon since childhood.Not all are worthy of intersecting either.

If you want to go one step further, you will come up with a strange trick.

A painting changed Huang Yunzun's favor, and there are still opportunities in the future.It's so worth it too.Fang Qingliu chuckled, thinking of the unscrupulous son who was far away in the capital and could do him harm, touched his chin and suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes fixed, hurried ashore, and went straight to the biggest geisha workshop in Qingyang.

Juyue Tower has always been taken care of by many dignitaries.Even the two big cards facing the upstairs pavilion can make Juyue Tower gain a firm foothold in the place of fireworks and willow lanes.

If there is a girl who can really be brighter than the bright moon in the sky, and more delicate than the winter jasmine in March.

Fang Qingliu really couldn't think of anyone else in Qingyang other than Jiangli in the upper pavilion of the Juyue Tower.

"I'm bothered to tell Miss Jiang Li, the savior has come to collect the debt." Fang Qingliu stood in the shadow of the lamp, watching the lamp wrapped in green smoke being blown by the night wind outside, wrinkling with the wind, like a blue shadow , like flying fairy.

Even if Luo Tong wanted Ye Sheng to go away again, Ye Sheng also wandered around until the end of May.

The summer cicadas sang, and even the dense green leaves were drooping under the scorching sun.

Fortunately, Luo Tong opened the ice cellar of Yunyan Academy early on.The house is also ventilated, surrounded by lush vegetation and shaded by tall green trees, the house is very cool.

Dang Yesheng racked his brains every day to eat ice. "What do you think about drinking the bones?" He shook his head in a vague way, turned his head, and blinked at Zhao Changqing.Zhao Mu went down the mountain again.

Zhao Changqing was playing chess with Rong Qian when Rong Ling came in to tell Rong Qian.A row of black jade and white jade intertwined on the chessboard made a tinkling sound.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Rong Qian pursed his lips, looking down at the chessboard.

"One thought of rebirth, one thought of death. The choice back then was not chosen by Changqing. How could the prince think that Changqing is a saint." Zhao Changqing smiled.Take a deep breath and continue to fall.

"En." Rong Qian stopped talking.

Ye Sheng was still reciting the book, he looked at them and shut his mouth knowingly.When the senior brother is angry, he will call Rong Qian Shizi.Take a breath when you get angry again.

They were playing charades, but it didn't prevent Ye Sheng from keenly feeling that he shouldn't intervene at this time.

When Luo Tong walked in, there was such a dull atmosphere.

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