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As soon as these words came out, they were shocked.

Crazy enough!

Mo Bingyan was more worried, and asked in a low voice: "Husband, can you do it?" Don't be stubborn on this occasion, otherwise it will be very embarrassing." "

Liu Lang winked at her, and said gently: "Man, if you can't do it, you will only ask if you want it." "

Mo Bingyan seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and always felt that Liu Lang's words had ulterior motives and didn't know why, but she instinctively felt that these words were a little ambiguous, glared at him, and turned her head away.

Wang Lun saw that the two of them were quite flirting in public, and he was even more unhappy, and said loudly: "Okay, since Brother Liu is so confident, then we will ask your lady to come up with a question, and we will each write a poem for everyone to evaluate." "

Liu Lang shook his head and said: "Since it is a competition, it should be fair, and my lady will make the question, won't it be a mouthful, I think, it is better to recommend yourself by the beautiful woman here, and give you and me the question." "

A woman in a light green skirt got up and said, "The concubine is Song Yueru, and the father Song Qian, so it's good for the concubine to come up with this question." "

Song Qianli Yu was also a famous Confucian in the south of the Yangtze River, and everyone here had no objections.

Song Yueru said: "Today's gathering on the banks of the Qinhuai River, then let's take the Jiangnan people and customs as the theme, what do you think?"

Wang Lun and Liu Lang both agreed.

Wang Lun just thought about it for a while, threw away the folding fan in his hand, and said slowly: "A light willow slope along the shore, and the sunset and sunset are famous." The scenery of the Six Dynasties, Qinhuai water, and the rain tea in the spring valley in March. The light of the trees is green, and the smoke of the bridge is white and the sand is invaded. Ten thousand pavilions are dry, and there are good flowers on the edge of the fence everywhere. "

This poem is obviously written about the Qinhuai scenery in front of him, and it is indeed the best choice, and after everyone commented on it, they applauded.

Liu Lang got up and went to get a brush, pulled Mo Bingyan to a wall, raised his hand and waved, and after more than a dozen breaths, he threw the brush and led Mo Bingyan away.

Wang Lun, Tan Kai and the others took a closer look, and suddenly turned pale and looked at each other.

It didn't take long for Wang Lun to spit out a mouthful of blood.

On the carriage, Mo Bingyan looked at Liu Lang for a long time, and sighed lightly: "You are slapping everyone in the face of the remnants of the Tang Dynasty, if it is known by those inspectors of the Great Song Wude Division, I am afraid that there will be some trouble." "

Liu Lang said: "First of all, the Great Song Dynasty will not scold people with literature, besides, this poem is upright, and it is not aimed at the monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty, so there is no trouble." is like Wang Lun and Tan Kai and others, I'm afraid they will hate me to the bone. "

Mo Bingyan's face changed slightly, and she said, "If this is the case, I am afraid that the Mo family's business will be affected." "

Liu Lang said calmly: "It's simple, when the crowd is angry, you can come forward to retire in person, but you can get a blessing in disguise, earn a good reputation in vain, and naturally be more prosperous." "

Mo Bingyan reacted at this time, looked at him and asked, "So, this is in your calculations, and you did it on purpose?"

Liu Lang avoided her gaze and said softly: "I will leave sooner or later, you and I know this, don't we?"

Mo Bingyan looked a little stunned, looking at Liu Lang's indifferent expression, somehow aggrieved and angry in her heart, and said coldly: "You are so looking forward to my husband? "

Mo Bingyan bowed her head and was silent.

Liu Lang sighed in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

There was a long awkward silence in the carriage.

Liu Lang is family knows about his own family affairs, Ye Changqing has sent urgent news, Wu De envoy, the governor of the Inner Service Province Wang Jien summoned the lower three commanders and the lower five commanders of Jiangnan Nearly 2,000 Wu De soldiers all returned to Bianjing immediately.

It is clear that the situation in Bianjing is deteriorating.

Liu Lang must leave.

Leaving with a letter of resignation, from then on, he was cut off and had no worries, which was the best choice for him and Mo Bingyan.

"The Book of Ignorance and Sword" has been memorized by him for a month, and he has memorized it by heart, and he has hand-copied "Yi Long Finger Xuanlu", Mo Bingyan is even more unforgettable, and these two books were naturally destroyed by him at a time.

As for cultivation, it is a thing that takes a long time, and understanding and patience are indispensable.

At the gate of the Mo Mansion, Mo Bingyan got out of the carriage first, and went to the mansion without saying a word.

Liu Lang got out of the carriage with a wry smile and was about to enter the mansion, when he suddenly felt something in his heart and turned his head to look.

Ye Changqing stood on the street corner in the distance, beckoned to him with a smile, and then gestured quickly.

Liu Lang's face sank.

Liu Lang, who returned to the mansion, was preoccupied, and he couldn't find a chance to talk to the sulking Mo Bingyan.

Early in the morning of the second day, when Mo Bingyan walked into Liu Lang's courtyard, the building was already empty, leaving only a letter.

Three days have passed, and Mo Bingyan has sent all the people in the mansion, but there is still no whereabouts of Liu Lang.

He appeared mysteriously and disappeared mysteriously, except for the five-word quatrain that mocked the people of Jiangnan, as if it had never appeared in Jiangning.

In the front hall of the Mo Mansion, Mo Bingyan said with a lonely face: "Dad, spread the news of my husband." "

Mo Renzhang wanted to speak and stopped, but finally just sighed, shook his head and went out.

Recruiting a son-in-law, although the woman has the right to leave her husband, but the woman is likely to have destroyed her reputation, if she wants to find it again, she is a widow, and the price paid will naturally be much greater.

It's just that as soon as the inscription on the wall of Ming'an Building came out, Jiangnan was furious.

If Mo Bingyan does not give up and breaks off with Liu Lang, the Mo family is afraid that they will be implicated and will be in a state of collapse from then on.

After the news of Mo Bingyan Hufu came out, the business of Ming'an Building became more prosperous, and the people from all over the world came to the famous place, inscribed poems and sang harmony.

In less than a few months, Ming'an Building won the reputation of the first floor in the world, allowing Mofu to make money every day and make a lot of money.

Luoyang, the ancestral home of the Zhao family.

Wu Desi's 800 tall personal servants were fortified layer by layer, and it was difficult for birds to cross.

Emperor Zhao Kuangyin stood at the door of his old residence, watching Li Huaizhong leave, feeling a little tired.

Although he was in the prime of life, he no longer remembered that this was the first batch of old ministers who came to persuade him not to move the capital.

First move to Luoyang, then move to Chang'an.

According to the danger of mountains and rivers and choke the world, to the difficulty of redundant troops to raise national strength, so that the Great Song Dynasty can have long-term peace and stability.

The lessons of the Han and Tang Dynasties are not far away, and in my own place, how good a wish is just a wish?

It turns out that when you become an emperor, you can't act according to your own ideas.

The world is not yet peaceful, and the people around him have only been lost in the prosperity and wealth of Bianjing for only a few years.

Now, standing among them is no longer himself, but the king of Jin.

King Jin, the younger brother he cultivated single-handedly, is really his good brother.

More than a dozen internal servants were scattered around Zhao Kuangyin, and eight hundred relatives protected him from the three layers of officials and the outer three layers.

Zhao Kuangyin felt a chill, and at this time, it was the height of summer.

Zhao Kuangyin frowned, turned around and walked into the old residence.

Not long after Li Huaizhong left, an attendant reported outside the house: "Official, King Jin is here." "

There was silence in the room for a long time before a word came without the slightest emotion.

"Let King Jin in. "