At the end of the Sui Dynasty

Chapter 109
In the evening, it snowed again, and the north wind howled all night, making people flustered and sleepless at night.Of course, this is just someone else. As for Gao Bufan, as long as he enters the state of practicing, he will be unshakable, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dawn.

Gao Bufan opened the door of the felt tent, and large flakes of snow fell in, and the bone-piercing cold wind also took the opportunity to blow in his face, but Gao Bufan didn't feel how cold it was, and the cool air made him more energetic.

Gao Bufan bent down and got out of the felt tent, and found that the snow was as deep as his ankles. Looking around, he saw thousands of mountains and ravines covered in white, and there was no living thing on the vast grassland where cattle and sheep flocked. With a layer of white carpet, it is like being in a fairy tale world of colored glaze.

It was very quiet all around, the nearby tents were still tightly closed, no one could see activities, no signs of livestock, not even a single bird, the weather was too cold, and the sun had just emerged from the horizon, so Both humans and animals are more willing to have more cats in the litter for a while.

Gao Bufan stretched his waist, his sensitive nose actually caught a wisp of plum fragrance hidden in the cold wind, he couldn't help but have a sudden whim, anyway, it was still early, and he didn't even have someone to talk to, so why not take advantage of this time to look for plum blossoms in the snow, Also learn from other people's poets and poets to be arty.

Ever since, Gao Bufan stepped on the snow, followed Meixiang to the Tuhe River, and found several old plum trees standing proudly in the snow, but it was estimated that it was still early, so there were only a few Yanhong flowers blooming in the wind on the trees , especially eye-catching against the backdrop of snow.

The surrounding area was covered with snow, looking at the eye-catching plum blossoms on the old plum tree, Gao Bufan couldn't help but think of a few lines of poems, he chanted casually: "Several plums by the river, Ling Han blooms alone. I don’t know if it’s snow, but only a faint fragrance.”

After Gao Bufan chanted, he nodded with satisfaction. He was very satisfied with his own adaptation, as if he had instantly transformed into the poet Lao Wang of the Song Dynasty.

Gao Bufan took a deep breath of the faint plum fragrance, looked at the river, and found that the Tuhe River was frozen at this time, eh...that's it?
It turned out that there was a person in the middle of the river at this time, wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, squatting motionless on the ice. I don’t know what kind of plane he was doing. There was still snow on the bamboo hat and coir raincoat. I don’t know how long he had been squatting there. , It is integrated with the white world of ice and snow, if you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.

Gao Bufan was both surprised and curious, and looked around, only to find that the man actually made a hole in the ice, and then put his hook into the hole to fish, I'll go, this guy is very elegant... No, It should be said that he is insane, because the snow stopped in the middle of the night last night, and there is still snow on this man's bamboo hat and coir raincoat, which means that this guy squatted here to fish last night when it snowed.

It is an elegant thing for people to step on the snow to find plums. Fishing alone on a snowy night is probably only done by crazy people. Of course, if this person is not frozen to death, he is more likely to be an expert.

Gao Bufan's heart moved, and he raised his voice and said: "Thousands of mountains and birds will fly away, and thousands of paths will disappear. People in a lonely boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

Just as Gao Bufan finished singing, the person on the ice seemed to move a bit, turned his head and glanced this way, obviously he was a big living person.

"Young Master Gao has good poetry and talent!" At this moment, a pleasant voice came from behind.

Gao Bufan was taken aback, turned around suddenly, and immediately saw a beautiful face. It turned out that Gongsun Yingxiu was standing a few meters behind him at some point. It is splendor, but also implies a trace of resentment!
Gao Bufan felt awe-inspiring in his heart, his six senses were different from ordinary people, they were extremely sensitive, and since he practiced the internal martial arts, they became even more sensitive, but he didn't realize that Gongsun Yingxiu appeared behind him silently, Hell!
"When did everyone, Gongsun, come here? I'm so scared that I'm going to jump!" Gao Bufan calmed down, his back felt cold, if Gongsun Yingxiu had any malicious intentions, he would have been dead just now.

Gongsun Yingxiu smiled sweetly and said, "Master Gao is so timid?"

"I'm really not very courageous. I'm afraid of the dark and ghosts, and I'm especially afraid of others standing behind me silently!" Gao Bufan said calmly.

Gongsun Yingxiu gave Gao Bufan a look and said, "Then Mr. Gao is blaming the slave family?"

Gao Bufan shook his head and said indifferently: "Don't dare."

Gongsun Yingxiu sighed, and said apologetically: "It seems that Mr. Gao is really blaming my family. I'm sorry. My family just smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms and looked for it. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Gao here, and Mr. Gao again. I was reciting poems, I was afraid of being interrupted, so I approached lightly, I didn't expect to frighten Mr. Gao, I am really sorry!"

Gao Bufan has never been able to perceive the flow of Qi and blood in Gongsun Yingxiu's body, he only thought that this woman is not good at martial arts, but now it seems that this woman is not as simple as it appears on the surface, maybe she is still a master, so that he can't perceive it.

"Everyone, Gongsun, is serious. I don't mean to blame you, and I'm not so stingy!" Gao Bufan said indifferently.

"Master Gao's words are not sincere!" Gongsun Yingxiu said with a bit of resentment.

Gao Bufan frowned: "Why did everyone say that, Gongsun?"

Gongsun Yingxiu snorted softly and said: "Young Master Gao is obviously full of talent. Just now, he chanted two capitals in succession, which are amazing and brilliant works, but he refused to write a birthday poem for the slave family. He is clearly dissatisfied with the slave family. Isn't it insincere?"

Gao Bufan was immediately at a loss for words, Gongsun Yingxiu's eyes became more resentful, he bit his cherry lips aggrievedly, and wanted to cry: "Mr. Gao, can you tell Yingxiu that Yingxiu has to do the right thing and offend Mr. Gao?" How about Yingxiu apologizing to Mr. Gao?"

Gongsun Yingxiu was originally beautiful, but at this moment, his eyes were full of resentment, and his soft words begged with tears streaming down his face. It is estimated that few men could resist it. Fortunately, he was determined and remained sober, shook his head and said: "Everyone Gongsun really misunderstood, I am really not good at composing birthday poems, and...the two poems just now, please don't let them go." Bring it up before Cordon."

Gongsun Yingxiu's heart moved, as if he had thought of something, he burst into laughter instantly, as if spring flowers were blooming, and said softly: "My family understands, it turns out that Mr. Gao is worried...!"

Gao Bufan frowned and said, "What am I worried about?"

Gongsun Yingxiu smiled slyly: "I don't care what Mr. Gao is worried about, as long as I don't hate my family." After speaking, he turned and walked, and suddenly turned around and reminded: "The man who fished in the river has a bad temper, Mr. Gao had better not provoke him. "

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(End of this chapter)