Chapter 209 Chapter Forty-Five

"Do you know?" Luo Fu said with flushed faces, "I especially like the ancient poem you recited when you left." "Ancient poems? What ancient poems?" The friend wearing the clothes of a poor scholar asked in amazement.The poor scholar talked to him about infatuation and suffering, but he never mentioned that there is another ancient poem. Luo Fu stared at the dumbfounded "poor scholar", expecting him to recite the ancient poem that fascinated her again.But after waiting for a long time, the person opposite opened his mouth but did not make a sound. At this juncture, Luo Fu thought that the "poor scholar" was nervous and forgot for a while, so he reminded: "It's that song, there is a dead scorpion in the wild, covered with white grass. There is a woman with a spring, and the Jishi lures it..."

When Luo Fu finished the first sentence, the man hadn't reacted yet.When she said the second sentence, he suddenly remembered that Poor Xiucai had told him this poem.This person has a good memory, so he pretended to be embarrassed and said with a smile: "So you were talking about this ancient poem. I read the Four Books and Five Classics, and I know too many poems. I don't know which one you mentioned. But this I also like the song the most." Then he said all the sentences that Luo Fu didn't say later: "There are puckerel trees in the forest, and dead deer in the wild. The white grass is pure, and there are women like jade. It's so comfortable! I don't feel like it. Hey! He barks even if he doesn't make me."

Luo Fu looked at the man in front of him affectionately, and listened to him reciting the song "Zhao Nan·Ye You Sheng Mo" with an intoxicated attitude.This man is very shrewd, he pretends to be elegant when he recites, he raises his eyebrows, and pretends to be handsome.How did Luo Fu, who was inexperienced at the time, know these vulgar tricks?Immediately, he was fascinated by the man in front of him, and his eyes even showed confusion. Seeing that the fish had been hooked, the man couldn't help but help Luo Fu to the bedside.Luo Fu hesitated for a moment, and a faint fragrance wafted into her nostrils, and she voluntarily lay down in the red tent...

In the morning of the next day, Luofu woke up with a beautiful and gentle dream. The dream was full of beautiful stories about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, regardless of rich or poor, high or low. But who would have expected that when I opened my eyes, I only found a few fox furs beside the bed! She hurriedly told the maid, the maid told the madam, and the madam told the master.The master asked his wife not to make a public announcement, and he devised a trap to catch this poor scholar who made his daughter lose her virginity, regardless of whether the scholar was a man or a fox.

The master believed that the poor scholar had the courage to come again at night, so he took a few servants and hid around his daughter's house, waiting for the scholar to come again. Unexpectedly, the friend who was dressed in the clothes of a poor scholar returned to the scholar's house under the nightlight while the lady was asleep after having a turmoil with Miss Luo Fu.He took off his clothes and put them back on Xiucai.Smart, he also imitated Luo Fu's handwriting and left a note for poor Xiucai, saying that he wanted him to go to her boudoir for a tryst tonight.Then, he lay down next to the poor scholar.

The poor scholar woke up early the next morning and was about to read his sage book when he suddenly found a note with beautiful handwriting on the table. He picked it up and saw that it was signed by Luo Fu!He took a closer look at the content and found that he was actually asked to have a tryst with him tonight!He raised his finger and took a bite, it wasn't a dream! Thinking about it carefully, he didn't see anyone coming to his house to deliver a note last night.Looking down, his friend was still lying drunk on the bed with a pleasant smile on his face. Poor scholar hastily shook his friend awake and asked, "Did you sleep behind me last night? Did someone deliver a letter to me?" Poor scholar held a note in his hand.

His friend rubbed his eyelids vigorously on purpose, and slowly replied: "Yes. You drink too little! You collapsed before I could finish my drink. You are not enough friends!" After speaking, he yawned . "Who is it?" Poor Xiucai stuttered a little, and his tongue was a little out of control due to his excitement. "Yes, who sent this, this note to me?" "Huh?" His friend raised his hand to block the sunlight that hit his face. He squinted at the note that Poor Scholar held out, and said, "It's a woman, yes, a woman. I I don’t know that woman either, she hurriedly stuffed the note into my hand and said it was for you, a scholar, and she left before I could ask.”

"Is it a girl who is so tall and has such long hair?" Poor Xiucai gestured at the height and length with her hands, thinking she was Luo Fu's maid.He knew that it was impossible for Luo Fu to deliver the note by himself.His heart was beating so fast that it had already reached his throat, for fear of hearing his friend's denial. His friend stared at him, as if recalling a woman who delivered a letter last night.The poor scholar also stared at his friend, his eyes shining brightly. "Uh, it seems to be a woman with such high hair and such long hair. I was also a little drunk at the time, and my eyes were not clear." His friend continued to tell lies.But Poor Xiucai took his lie as his hope and firmly believed it.

"How could she fall in love with me?" Poor scholar's excitement subsided a little, "Did she fall in love with me?" "I guess so. If you don't like you, why would you send the note here?" His friend said, "You are also a scholar, and you know the love stories of The West Chamber. It's between a man and a woman. , I don’t know, maybe I will suddenly fall in love with someone.” "That's that, that's that." The excitement of the poor scholar was aroused by his friend again, and he was gearing up, wishing that it would be dark soon, so that he could have a tryst with his beloved. "I went to her house to borrow money yesterday, and I just bumped into her. I lost my composure at the time, and actually recited a song called "Zhao Nan·Ye You Shi Ding". It was really abrupt."

"Maybe she likes the poem you recited." His friend immediately said, and immediately sneezed.His friend wiped the clear tears from his nose and said, "I'm afraid I caught a cold with the dew last night." "Stained with dew?" Poor Xiucai asked in confusion. His friend consciously made a slip of the tongue, and immediately made it up: "I mean, I drank too much." Then he smiled at the poor scholar as if to flatter him, and said, "Drink too much, and I'm too dead when I sleep, I'm afraid the quilt will fall off." I caught a cold."