Feng Qingyan stood in front of a three-foot-long monument.
When he heard the rooster crow and came to his senses from copying, he had already reached the seventh level.
At this time, he relaxed his mind and body, slowly raised his head and looked towards Tianyu, and saw that the evil night receded like a tide, and the sky was already slightly bright. It seemed that a ray of morning light broke through the sky and fell in the forest where the stele trees were intertwined.
The white clothes stirred by the morning breeze show the grace of a literati like a poet and painter.
One night passed.
Feng Qingyan also broke through two realms in one night.
As the saying goes, literati show their talent and show their talent, and the rooster crows to reveal the morning light.
Qing Mang, who had been standing by the side, was a little stunned. He shook the cow's head repeatedly before getting rid of the poetic grace in his mind.
I, Qing Mang, am a bull.
When Qing Mang thought this, his strong body trembled suddenly, and he almost couldn't help but urinate.
Under a monument not far away, there was a woman in her prime who was fascinated by it. Ever since she appeared quietly in the forest of monuments, her eyes had not moved away from the figure in white.
That figure in white clothes has long been imprinted in her mind, and she can't get rid of it.
"Miss Lan, Feng Sheng is leaving."
A maid's urging voice rang out, awakening Dong Gonglan who was trapped in a poetic and picturesque style.
"Ah, oh."
Dong Gonglan came back to his senses, quickly took the food box from the maid's hand, and hurriedly walked towards Feng Qingyan. When he got closer, he gently put down the food box and saluted as he said, "Happy gentleman."
"Long blessing to Miss Lan."
Feng Qingyan turned around and returned the greeting. He was not surprised by Miss Lan's appearance.
He had already noticed Lady Lan's ox cart and quietly followed his cart until it stopped at the boundary of the bookstore.
This "Hail" is not a specific etiquette, but a blessing and auspicious words during the ceremony.
It is a word of praise.
It is suitable for many situations, whether nobles, common people, men, or women.
"Lan saw that Junzi had been studying calligraphy hard all night without dripping water or rice, so he specially prepared breakfast for Junzi and invited Junzi to enjoy it."
When Feng Qingyan looked over, Dong Gonglan lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at him.
"Why does Miss Lan have to be like this?" Feng Qingyan sighed and said, "My feelings have been made clear, and Miss Lan also knows it. Please don't waste your life."
Dong Gonglan lowered his head, his body was trembling slightly, and said: "Breakfast has been prepared, please eat it, gentleman."
Her voice was trembling a little, and after speaking, she opened the food box lightly.
"Qingyan is not hungry, and there is no need." Feng Qingyan shook his head and said, "Miss Lan, please put it away."
"Gentleman, this is just breakfast, don't worry about anything."
Dong Gong Lan still lowered his head and spoke, his face turned slightly pale, "Lan never thought that a breakfast meal could destroy a gentleman's heart..."
"Although you can't afford a breakfast, it gives you hope."
Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "However, this hope cannot be given. If I give it, I will miss you and harm you, but understand? So, regardless of whether this breakfast has any meaning, Qingyan
Not edible…”
"A gentleman does not need to be so unfeeling towards himself."
Dong Gong Lan said with a bitter voice, "This is really just a breakfast meal. Lan has no other purpose, nor does he want to impress this gentleman..."
"Qingyan is not heartless, but he doesn't want to mislead you."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"Gentleman..."
When Dong Gonglan wanted to say something else, Feng Qingyan said, "Please go back. Qingyan also said goodbye."
At this time, Feng Qingyan simply got on the bullock cart and walked slowly towards the bookstore.
Dong Gonglan was stunned there, staring blankly at the oxcart that was leaving ruthlessly, her heart bleeding like a knife. However, the figure in white in her mind was deeper and more lingering.
And she was even more depressed, unable to extricate herself.
"Miss Lan..."
A maid walked up softly and called out softly. Seeing that Miss Lan was so sad and Feng Sheng was so heartless, she felt very sad and couldn't help scolding: "I didn't expect Feng Sheng to be so heartless. Little Lan
What's wrong with my wife? She has traveled thousands of miles without any trouble. Where can I find such an infatuated woman in the world? Seeing that Feng Sheng has not eaten all night, she went early..."
"Don't say it anymore."
Dong Gonglan waved his hand and said: "A gentleman is not heartless, but he doesn't want to mislead me."
"Miss Lan, let's go back to Qin City."
The maid advised.
"There is no scholar or maid beside the gentleman. There is only a green ox who cannot read Chinese characters. I am afraid that there will be no one to serve the gentleman and take care of his food and daily life." Dong Gonglan looked at the direction in which the bullock cart was leaving and said in a low voice,
"Since Lan can't serve Qin, let's serve Mo. A gentleman will always have what he needs. In this way, Lan can also see a gentleman every day..."
"Miss Lan, this, this is not good."
The maid said heartbroken.
"What's wrong with that?" Dong Gonglan said with a smile, "I am already a gentleman, shouldn't I do something for a gentleman?"
"Miss Lan, don't say this nonsense."
The maid said quickly.
"Since I have met a gentleman in this life, no man in the world can enter my eyes, let alone my heart." Dong Gonglan said in the morning light, looking up at the sky slightly, and then his eyes fell on the inscriptions on the monuments, "In this life I
, I will not marry anyone who is not a gentleman, this is my oath, Dong Gonglan, and I hope you all will witness it..."
"Little Miss Lan."
The maid's face changed drastically, but she couldn't stop it.
And at this time.
Feng Qingyan got off the bullock cart and said to Qingmang: "Qingmang, you can pull the cart and walk around as you like, I can do it alone."
Qingmang nodded.
At this time, Feng Qingyan's figure disappeared in a flash, while Qingmang pulled the ox cart and walked casually. Not long after, an ox cart followed far behind, and it was Dong Gonglan's ox cart.
In the blink of an eye, a day passed.
However, Dong Gonglan didn't see the gentleman stepping off the ox cart to view the monument, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
When two days passed, she finally discovered that Junzi was not in the oxcart and had disappeared. She couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"Excuse me, where is the gentleman?"
Dong Gong Lan stepped forward and saluted, and said to Qing Mang who was eating grass.
"Oh, Miss Lan, please give up." Qing Mang raised his head and said, "Did you know that in my Burial Mountain Academy, there is a woman who is more affectionate than you, but she can only be a junior sister?"
"This person...is Mu Yu?"
Dong Gonglan was silent for a moment and said.
How could she not see it? Mu Yu looked at Junzi with the same eyes as her...
Qing Mang did not answer, but said: "Let's go, let's not waste our life."
"Would a gentleman abandon you?"
Dong Gonglan suddenly asked.
"ah?"
Qing Mang suddenly jumped to his feet and said loudly: "I, Qing Mang, am the Qing Niu used by your Majesty. I rank first among many comrades. How could your Majesty abandon me? Huh, I have a deep love for you, so I quietly told Lan
Here’s a secret, little lady, I, Qing Mang, was specially invited by your Majesty to pull the cart..."
"Since it's so good."
Dong Gonglan nodded and walked back to his oxcart.
Qing Mang was a little confused, what did this mean?
He shook his head and continued eating grass.
Now that Miss Lan knew about it, there was no need for her to drag the cart around. She simply put down the cart stand to rest and look at the inscription monument with some curiosity.