Author: Floating in Melbourne

"Pan An, not Pan An." Meng Xinzhi reminded.

"Well, I know, Pan Yue, whose courtesy name is Anren. Before the Northern Song Dynasty, various versions of "Twenty-Four Filial Piety" that existed in the world contained chapters about Pan An, praising his story of resigning from office to serve his mother." Nie Peacock showed off his feathers at the right time.

"Yes, Guo Jujing of the Southern Song Dynasty made the stories of filial sons and filial piety in the past dynasties into five-character quatrains with pictures and texts. He was also the one who deleted the story of Pan Anren resigning his official position to serve his mother. It was also he who indirectly caused Pan Yue to lose the word "ren".

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"Isn't that right, girl? The first person to call Pan Yue by Pan An was Du Fu, right?"

"Well, Du Fu's "Flower End" used the word Pan An for the first time, but Guo Jujing was the one who suggested that Pan Anren was not benevolent and filial. He thought that Pan Yue did not listen to his mother's words, and the demon queen Jia Nanfeng's

His nephew, Jia Mi, got together, and eventually three families were implicated, including his seventy-year-old mother."

"Girl, this relationship should be discussed, right? Now, although Jia Mi is not as famous as Pan An and is not often mentioned, he is the most noble son of the Western Jin Dynasty."

"Well, it is said in "Book of Jin" that Jia Mi was "beautiful and good-looking".

"It's not just that, girl, the history books also say, [Mi is studious and talented], which shows that Jia Mi was not only studious, but also talented."

"What does Mr. Nie want to say?"

"I want to say that if Pan An and him are together, why can't they be like-minded? Jia Mi has formed a high-end [Twenty-Four Friends] bureau, and Pan An is the leader of [Twenty-Four Friends]."

"It seems that Mr. Nie is already familiar with Pan An's stories."

"That's a must. Caring for fellow men is the traditional virtue of a handsome Chinese man."

"Mr. Nie's words make sense." Meng's heart is not that of Nie Guangyi, and he does not have the hobby of arguing all day long.

"Isn't it right?" Nie Guangyi, who was not used to it, said in a formal tone, "Young lady is not attracted by my appearance, so how can you make sense?"

"How come you can see that?" Meng Xinzhi also acted naughtily, "If Mr. Pan An really looks like him and throws fruit into the car when he goes out, how can any girl not fall in love with him?"

"Speaking of this, has Pan An ever appeared in the girl's dream? How handsome is he?"

"Mr. Nie, wasn't he still caring about Sister Rong Ji just now?"

"They are such a loving couple, don't we have to care about them together?" Nie Guangyi found a reason for himself.

It's a bit far-fetched.

"Mr. Nie's words make sense."

"Ah? This makes sense again? Isn't the girl a little easy to deceive?"

"Would it be more appropriate if Mr. Nie replaced what he said just now with a psychological activity?"

"Ah... yes! Thank you, Miss, for reminding me. I haven't spoken a word just now. How could the girl hear it?" Nie Guangyi pretended to be surprised and asked: "Is it possible that the girl has the ability to read minds?"

"Yes. Mr. Nie should be more careful when muttering in his heart in the future."

"That really scared the baby to death." Nie Guangyi patted his chest muscles a bit exaggeratedly.

As a baby, I developed a bit more courageously.

"Hahahahaha." Meng Xinzhi was amused, and even laughed out loud at the classical scale.

Zong Yi also likes to say "scared the baby to death", but it was before she was ten years old.

Meng Xinzhi hadn't heard this sentence for a long time.

At first glance, it seems strange to miss it.

"Since the girl is so happy, why don't you tell me how Pan An and Yang Rongji are so deeply in love as a couple?"

"Mr. Nie, haven't you heard their story?" Meng Xinzhi stopped being so formal.

Nie Guangyi gave it up and said firmly: "The story of Pan An and Yang Rongji is not clearly recorded in history."

"Indeed, Yang Rongji in history only exists in Pan An's "Mourning Poems", and their love stories are almost all film and television works."

"So, my girl, tell me quickly. Did you see Pan An in your dream?"

"Yes..." Meng Xinzhi answered with a little hesitation.

"Why should there be a [bar] behind [some]? It's not..." Nie Guangyi paused, swallowed what he shouldn't have said, and changed his words: "Miss, can you tell me something?"

"That's right, I seem to have seen it, but I also seem not to have seen it."

"Girl, you are dishonest. Good things need to be shared, how can you keep them to yourself?"

"It's not a good thing..." Meng Xinzhi was still a little hesitant.

"Girl, I didn't mean to belittle your male idol." Nie Guangyi quickly clarified, "I just said it casually, and if it were changed to [what a handsome guy wants to share], it would be weird. After all, I am a man.

Yes, you misunderstood me again."

"Pan An is not my ideal male idol!" Meng Xinzhi denied.

"Ah? Could it be that something unpleasant happened between the girl and Pan An in the dream?"

"How is that possible? I just looked at it from a distance, and it was probably from the side."

"On one side, it makes a girl not think about food or tea, and you don't even want to fall in love."

"Mr. Nie thinks too much." Meng Xinzhi responded seriously: "Pan An is known as the top ten most beautiful men in ancient China, but if I look at it, he is not as good-looking as Brother Xuan Shi, and he is not as good-looking.

Brother Xuanshi is tall."

"Ah? That guy Xuan Shi is just over 1.7 meters tall, okay? If he's not that tall, how dare he be called the most beautiful man in ancient times?"

"That was in the third century AD. Human height has been gradually increasing. Boys are over 1.7 meters tall, which is a good height even in modern times."

"Ah, yes, what the girl said makes sense..." Nie Guangyi stopped as he spoke, lengthened his voice, reversed his position, and his voice suddenly doubled in volume, "That's not right! Girl!"

"What's wrong? Mr. Nie." Meng Xinzhi was almost frightened.

"Girl, my girl, don't you like Xuan Shi, so beauties are in the eye of the beholder? Please, my girl. That's a human husband."

"How is this possible? Mr. Nie, do you know what you are talking about? I am the bridesmaid of brother Xuan Shi and sister Cheng Nuo."

"Then how do you deal with Xuan Shi and Pan Anbi?"

"I mean, in my eyes, Brother Xuan Shi's appearance is stunning at first glance, but Pan Anren in the dream is not."

"Don't you still like married women?"

"Okay, let me put it another way. Pan Anren's appearance and height are not as good as yours, Mr. Nie. Is that okay?"

"Okay! Very good! Very good! Isn't that right, my girl? Even if you want a beauty in the eyes of your lover, it would have to be me who has been divorced and single for so long."

"May I ask Mr. Nie, do I still have the option of finding an unmarried person directly?"

"Girl, inexperienced men are not reliable!"

"Mr. Nie, there is no inevitable connection between unreliability and experience, right?" Meng Xinzhi became serious.

"Girl, let's talk about the fact that Pan An's appearance and height are not as good as mine." Nie Guangyi rarely took stock of the situation.

"This statement is not accurate. In fact, the aesthetics of each era are different. In the Western Jin Dynasty, talent was also one of the important criteria for evaluating whether a man was beautiful. The fact that he threw Guoying Car means that Pan Anren is very

In line with the aesthetics of that era.”

"That's right. In the Tang Dynasty, if you were as thin as a girl, you would miss the word beauty." Nie Guangyi did take stock of the situation, but unfortunately his answer was measured in seconds.

Meng Xinzhi didn't mind, and responded matter-of-factly: "In the Tang Dynasty, fatness was not regarded as beautiful, but fatness was not regarded as unbeautiful. In any era, a well-proportioned figure would definitely not be offensive."

"That girl is really too modest. Her figure is not just well-proportioned." Nie Guangyi walked upright, sat upright, and stared at places he shouldn't look at without any guilt.

Meng Xinzhi checked her clothes and found that there was nothing wrong with her clothes. She moved her position slightly and then asked: "Mr. Nie, do you not want to talk about Pan An anymore?"

"Think about it, how can you not think about it? Who wouldn't be interested in his or her past life? When it comes to appearance, this kind of thing, everyone has their own preferences. I really dare not say, if I live in an era where talent can be used as food.

, I must be dead fat by now."

"Has Mr. Nie always been so confident?"

"That's not true. Even if I was a genius from childhood to adulthood, I would still be incontinent when I was just born."

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"Girl, my girl, why don't you speak? Are you uncomfortable with human nature?"

Meng Xin felt helpless: [Sir, my husband, listen to what you have to say. As an individual, you will feel uncomfortable, okay?]

Wait a moment?

Meng Xinzhi was frightened by herself.

What title flashed through her mind just now?

Where do contemporary unmarried women get their husbands?

If you are scared to death, you cannot be led into a ditch by Mr. Nie.

Why is there still the word "Sir"?

Why am I suddenly afraid to look directly at you?
To be continued...