Beginning to become the second ancestor

257 Chapter 255 Jealous Xie Liushui
Song Yuanxuan looked puzzled, and glanced at Qiuniang. She has a graceful figure, a good posture, and a colorful dress hanging down, which always attracts many people's attention.

"Qiu Niang, what's the reason?" Song Yuanxuan asked.

"My family wants to ask for the poem of the young master." Qiu Niang responded.

Xie Liushui stared angrily at Qiuniang, if Song Yuanxuan wasn't here, she probably wanted to do it directly.

Song Yuanxuan smiled slightly: "Hasn't this already been spread?"

"My family is worried that these people have written wrong words. If one word is wrong, it will affect the artistic conception of the whole poem." Qiuniang shook her head and stared at Song Yuanxuan.

Song Yuanxuan thought for a while, then nodded and said: "I agree, I can also write a picture for you, but you have to tell me, who designed Yaju?"

Qiu Niang was startled, thought for a while and said, "My lord, there are so many people here, why don't we arrange a place to talk in detail?"

Song Yuanxuan responded, "Tonight, I will wait for you in Fanghua Building."

Qiuniang bowed gracefully, then turned and left, Song Yuanxuan took a breath, his eyes were full of thought.

There was another burst of noise from the entrance of the academy, and a large group of people came out. Song Yuanxuan turned his head and took a look, with a strange look on his face.

There were about ten people in the group, but they all had injuries on their faces, and they all had a bit of bookishness on their bodies, but at this moment, many lumps were swollen, which were obviously caused by being beaten.

Song Yuanxuan's eyes fell on Xie Liushui's face, she stuck out her tongue at him, but there was a bit of complacency in her eyes.

"Brother Fei, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know! When the few of us were discussing poetry in the academy, a lot of stones flew over, and we were beaten like this."

"It's really disgusting. If you let me know who did it, I'll throw him into the river and feed the fish!"

Song Yuanxuan withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly. The person just now turned out to be Fei Youqian. With his temperament, it was really impossible for him to say a good word about Song Yuanxuan.

Withdrawing his gaze, Song Yuanxuan turned his head to look at Xie Liushui and said, "Let's go, we're going back."

The two got into the carriage, Xie Liushui sat down next to him, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xuan, what is your relationship with that Yinniang?"

"It doesn't matter!" Song Yuanxuan shook his head, then smiled, and changed the topic: "There are quite a few women in the Song family, why don't you reject them?"

"That's different, those who entered before me, I have no right to say anything, but those who have not yet entered later, I have to take care of them.

There are more women around Brother Xuan, so I will spend less time with you, so I always have to keep an eye on it, but if you really like it, then I will agree. "

Xie Liushui said softly, blinking his big eyes, looking at Song Yuanxuan from time to time.

Song Yuanxuan responded, "Don't worry, there is nothing between Yinniang and I...Okay, give me that box, and I'll see what's inside."

Xie Liushui handed the box over, Song Yuanxuan opened it and took a look, there were two things inside, one was a wooden sign with the words "King of Poetry" engraved on it.

The other thing is a few pieces of gold leaf, which is about ten or so taels.

Song Yuanxuan took a few glances, and then realized that this brand should be made by Wang Changan, which made him very satisfied. There should also be a piano sound in it, which can save a life at a critical moment.

"Liu Shui, these gold leaves are for you. If you want to buy something in the capital, you can use it directly." Song Yuanxuan said softly.

For him, money is indeed not on his mind. With his current net worth, he will not be short of money.

Xie Liushui said happily: "Brother Xuan, then I will not be polite!"

The carriage went all the way back to Yuanxuanzhuang. As soon as Lin Yuanxuan got off the carriage, a group of people surrounded him. Qin Shengnan raised his voice and said, "Xuan'er, what's the matter?"

"Mother, brother Xuan has become the king of poetry." Xie Liushui said happily.

The strange feeling in Song Yuanxuan's heart became stronger, and this "king of poetry" sounded awkward.

Qin Shengnan said happily, "I knew Xuan'er was the best!"

Xue Xia glanced at Song Yuanxuan with a smile on his brow, Lan Xin, Yan Qinglan, Xie Liuyan, Zheng Donger, and Yue Huaiyun all looked similar.

"Lang, the dust sweeping is over, and now I'm waiting to prepare some food." Xue Xia said with a smile.

"Master, I want to read the handwriting of the calligraphy master." Yan Qinglan raised her voice from one side.

Xie Liushui handed over the scroll, and Song Yuanxuan smiled slightly: "Okay, let's talk when we enter the room, we will have lunch soon."

After entering the room, Yan Qinglan opened the scroll, and then exclaimed: "The handwriting of the calligrapher is really extraordinary. This should be cursive script, right?"

Xue Xia was born in a scholarly family. After taking a look at it, she responded: "This is running script, not cursive script, but it is indeed very skillful, but it is still a bit weaker than Lang."

Song Yuanxuan went directly to the study room. He hadn't finished sorting out those martial arts secret books, and he always kept this matter in mind.

Lan Xin hurriedly followed beside him, and said in a low voice: "Master, I locked the door of the study, I'll open it now."

Opening the door of the study room, the books inside were the same as before he left. Song Yuanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, then stretched out his hand to pinch her little face and said, "It's better for Lan Xin to do things to make people feel at ease."

Lan Xin smiled with a bit of satisfaction in her eyes.

Song Yuanxuan continued to flip through the book, this time he focused on finding the sword manual first, after all, this is the law he summed up before.

Sure enough, there is a paragraph in every sword manual. Song Yuanxuan sorted out more than a dozen paragraphs in one breath, and wrote them on paper. He counted them, and there were almost more than 200 words.

Just as she was about to continue flipping through, the door of the study was pushed open. Lan Xin poked her head in and said softly, "Master, it's time to eat."

Song Yuanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, got up and said, "Let's go."

The dishes on the table were very rich, and the dumplings were served with eight dishes. Zheng Naner was not there. Song Yuanxuan asked softly, "Why didn't Naner come out?"

"My sister was tired and fell asleep again." Zheng Dong'er whispered.

Song Yuanxuan thought for a while, and then said softly: "Let's find a doctor to take a look at it later."

"I've already invited her. The female doctor from Qihuangtang will come here twice a day. She takes good care of her. The doctor said that it's like this in the early stages of pregnancy. It will be fine after these few months."

Zheng Dong'er responded, and Song Yuanxuan nodded, which is similar to some of his ideas known to later generations.

Halfway through the meal, a maid came in hurriedly. Seeing Song Yuanxuan eating from afar, she hesitated.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Yuanxuan turned to look at her.

The servant girl said softly: "Master, the young minister of Dali Temple is here to visit."

Song Yuanxuan thought for a while, and then came to his senses, the Dali Temple Shaoqing was talking about Xie Yun, he quickly responded: "I'll go out and have a look, mother, you guys eat first."

When Qin Shengnan was about to speak, Song Yuanxuan had already got up and left, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Xuan'er is really in a hurry."

"Mother, Lang is a person who does great things, so there are always many things around him. Let's save some food for him later. I saw that he likes to eat this dumpling just now."

Xue Xia said softly, with a bit of respect on her face, she has always been filial to Qin Shengnan.

Qin Shengnan nodded in satisfaction and said, "I'm relieved that you can think so. In the future, I still have to rely on you to take care of Xuan'er and don't let him suffer."

"Mother, don't worry, Lang is our god!" Xie Liuyan responded, and this "Mother" sounded naturally and smoothly, and he was already used to his identity.

(End of this chapter)