The spring was strong, the willows were lingering, and Feng Jueyu and the other two were riding in a luxurious carriage to Xilin Lake in the east of the city. Along the way, the lake was beautiful, the mountains were lush, and many talented people and beauties were visiting along the lake. It was very pleasant.
The Kingdom of Tiannan is full of civil and military talents, and is prosperous in its prosperous times. The Spring Talents Fair is even more touching, with people coming and going in an endless stream along the way, making it very lively.
Traveling around the lake and admiring the scenery is the favorite thing of literati. Feng Jueyu has also passed the talent addiction. He sits in the car and listens to Shangguan Ruomeng talking to himself to express his feelings and introduce the beautiful scenery of Xilin. Sometimes he can write
After reading one or two poems, Xing'er was so happy that she clapped her little hands. The uncle in front was driving the carriage and was not in a hurry. When he heard the beautiful sentences, he adapted them to the tunes of Laoshan and shouted twice.
An atmosphere of tranquility, tranquility, and peace surrounded Feng Jueyu on the carriage. For a moment, he was fascinated by the beautiful scenery and was faintly touched by the engraved atmosphere.
Seeing Shangguan Ruomeng's slightly crescent-like smile, the little maid Xing'er's cheerfulness, and the driver's honest and frank manner, Feng Jueyu also laughed sincerely.
I haven't lived like this for decades. It would be nice if it could go on forever, without fighting, killing, plotting, or overt and covert fighting.
Thinking of his previous life, Feng Jueyu felt that he had lived for thirty years in vain. Why did he kill? Money? Fame? Or did he want to be recognized by everyone?
Are they afraid of me? Afraid of me? No one dares to mess with me. Am I really happy?
Or is it the kind of quiet, sweet, carefree life that your heart longs for most?
This is life~
"Xilin Lake has arrived..." Xing'er's cheerful cry interrupted Feng Jueyu's thoughts.
Looking along Xing'er's line of sight, the sparkling Xilin Lake comes into view. The broad surface of the lake is like a mirror with folds and gleaming colors, and is as soft and smooth as fine silk.
Under the clear waves is not a turbid current, but the color of the water in the lake where you can see the bottom, with crucian carp swimming and mandarin ducks playing in the water, so vivid...
Looking further into the distance, you will see the misty green mountains, the shadows of pavilions in the fog, the crescent-shaped bridge, and the painted fairy pavilion, which is even more charming...
The spacious lake has long been covered with large and small docks and fast boats. From a distance, there are hundreds of them. The sound of poetry is loud in the sky. Occasionally, when a masterpiece comes out, one after another will appear on the lake.
The young women punting the boats, shouting crisp green chants, introduced the poems from the foot of the distant green mountains and the top of the mist into the prosperous and prosperous age. Then some people reflected the beautiful sceneries in the sentences into the pages, and taught others to recite them.
Hereafter...
Feng Jueyu traveled through the past just after the Chinese New Year, and had never seen the prosperous scenery of Tiannan. Today, he accompanied the eldest lady on a lake tour to enjoy the scenery. He felt very comfortable, and the uneasy thoughts in his heart due to the time travel were finally cleared away.
Myolie is also very happy. This girl is not very old. When she was very young, she followed the eldest lady in the shopping mall. Although she has trained her character well, she is still a little girl. In the past, there were talented people who would be so happy. She was
She couldn't stick to the sides. But today, the eldest lady clearly told her to play as much as she could. The little girl was so happy that she was like a bird that had been imprisoned in a cage for a long time. It was released and ran out happily.
No matter how much Myolie despises the uncle in front of him, the bustle of the Talent Club makes him temporarily forget all this. The most important thing is that this uncle is very interesting. What he sees is strange and he can't help but run around.
Happy.
"Hey, how much is a skewer of candied haws on a stick? Five cents? It's too cheap. Give me three skewers."
"This clay figurine is pretty good. Give me a pair."
"Damn, my chest is broken, that's awesome!"
Feng Jueyu was like a young boy who had never seen the world. He walked here and there without stopping. Xing'er followed closely behind. Seeing that his uncle was so playful, all the dislike for him in her heart was wiped away.
The others followed and cheered.
"Uncle, look, that man can breathe fire."
"Well, it's not easy to practice that. The movements are dangerous, so don't imitate them!"
"Tch, I'm not stupid. Why imitate that? What if it's cooked?"
"After it's cooked, it's sold as a pig's mouth. It costs half a pound a pound."
"How can it be so expensive? Ah? Uncle, you are evil, you said I am a pig..."
"What you said, I didn't say..."
"Ha ha……"
The master and the servant never get along with each other, but they did not expect that the relationship between them would become much closer at the Talents Meeting. Of course, the two of them had not noticed this subtle change at this time.
Feng Jueyu himself was not a childish person, but he could not let go of the depression he had been feeling for many days, but today he finally felt at ease.
No matter it's China or the Taixuan Continent in another world, I'm still me, it's just a different living environment, there's no need to worry about it anymore.
The depression was relieved and the depression was released. Young Master Feng decided to have some fun to relieve his mood.
But he couldn't just play by himself. He and Xing'er looked here and there. Feng Jueyu found that Shangguan Ruomeng was still following behind him leisurely. Although he seemed to be enjoying the scenery, he felt vaguely unhappy.
, this girl is not thinking about what happened tonight.
Feng Jueyu stopped, pulled Xing'er and said, "Wait a moment."
"What are you doing? There's a crystal cake seller in front. Look at how many people there are. If you get there late, they'll be gone." Xing'er pouted and said displeasedly.
Feng Jueyu glared at Xing'er and said, "You just care about yourself. Where is your lady? Don't care?"
"Ah? Miss?" Xing'er woke up from a dream. When she looked back, Shangguan Ruomeng was staring at the calm lake in a daze.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Xing'er paused and glanced at Young Master Feng: "Is it all your fault?"
"Do you blame me?" Feng Jueyu Jue said, trying to reason with a woman, even eight mouths were not enough.
"Miss, why are you unhappy?" Xing'er ran to Shangguan Ruomeng and asked.
Feng Jueyu walked over, and he didn't know when he had a fan in his hand: "Yes, the weather is so nice today, why is Sister Shangguan so depressed?"
Can you be happy? I originally planned to go out to relax today, but I didn’t expect...
Shangguan Ruomeng tightly held the paper ball in her hand. She couldn't bear to spoil Xing'er's mood, so she forced a smile: "You just have fun and don't worry about me. Xing'er, I will give it to you today."
It’s a holiday, you can do whatever you want.”
Xing'er said gloomily: "Miss is not happy, how can Xing'er be happy?"
Feng Jueyu's eyes moved slightly and landed on Shangguan Ruomeng's hand. He understood in his heart, he laughed and stepped forward and asked: "Is there something on your mind, Sister Shangguan? Are you still thinking about Huairen Hall?"
Xing'er was stunned: "Miss, isn't everything settled?"
Shangguan Ruomeng smiled helplessly and said: "Yes, everything has been taken care of, but there are a few things that still need to be weighed."
Feng Jueyu laughed happily and said: "Sister Shangguan, since you have come, you should be at ease. Since you have chosen to come out to relax, you can't bring trivial matters with you. Even if you have something on your mind, you can put it aside for a while. You must know that there must be someone there when you arrive at the mountain."
Roads and water will naturally go straight to the bridge, and there are solutions to even big problems, right?"
"Huh?" After saying this, Shangguan Ruomeng was a little dazed and thought to himself, why does this fool seem to mean something when he speaks today? Normally he wouldn't be able to say such a thing?
There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the water will naturally flow straight to the bridge...
Is this comforting me? Reassuring me?
Even big problems have solutions.
But if this matter is not arranged as soon as possible, big trouble will easily happen?
Shangguan Ruomeng looked at Feng Jueyu in a daze. She didn't know why, but after those words were spoken, she suddenly felt that the Feng Jueyu in front of her was different from before.
His bones are exuding an aura of confidence, as if he doesn't care about anything, he has a strong chest and is confident.
Why do I feel this way? Is she useless?
Shangguan Ruomeng couldn't explain the change in his mentality, but at this moment, Feng Jueyu opened the extra folding fan in his hand...
It opens very gracefully and the movements are natural and impeccable...
On the folding fan, there are four large characters with still wet ink:
It’s rare to be confused!
Hard to be confused?
Shangguan Ruomeng's heart moved, and he suddenly realized: Yes, the freight terminal is owned by our own people. If there is really a traitor who wants to take advantage of that batch of goods, it means that someone planted a spy in Huairentang a long time ago and wants to
If he finds out, he must not act rashly.
It's rare to be confused, so be confused for once and pretend not to know. In this way, the enemy thinks that I am in the light and he is in the dark, but in fact the situation has been reversed.
Understood!
Shangguan Ruomeng never expected that it would be Feng Jueyu who solved the temporary problem for him. It was because of those four words that she felt inspired and figured out the solution.
But then, Shangguan Ruomeng became more and more puzzled: When he came out, he didn't have a folding fan in his hand. When did he get it? The handwriting was clearly written just now. Could it be that he knew something? Did he remind me on purpose?
How is this possible? For so many years, he has been in a state of confusion. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is just waiting for death. He has no ideas and no ambitions. How could he have such a shrewd mind?
"Miss, Miss..."
Shangguan Ruomeng didn't know, he was stunned for a while, thinking about some random and unreliable guesses, which made him feel ridiculous. He didn't wake up until Xing'er woke him up.
And because Feng Jueyu made such a fuss, her mood improved a lot, and she immediately showed a bright and charming smile: "You are right, when you come, let it be. I just ruined your fun."
Seeing Shangguan Ruomeng smile, Xing'er also jumped up and down like a cheerful bird by the lake: "Young lady is happy, you can have fun now."
Feng Jueyu put away the folding fan and nodded secretly. This girl is not stupid. She can tell the truth. If she goes back to make arrangements now, even if she can save the goods, she may not be able to alert the snake. The best strategy is to use the lake tour to confuse the enemy. In this way,
Turning from light to dark makes things easier.
"Isn't that right? How beautiful it is to smile." Feng Jueyu joked humorously.
Shangguan Ruomeng's cheeks turned red, and he smiled sincerely at Feng Jueyu, a rare person who said, "Thank you so much, Brother Feng."
"Thank me? Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome. Hey, there is a nice pavilion there where you can watch the landscape. Myolie, please wait for me."
Shangguan Ruomeng looked at Feng Jueyu's background with mixed feelings in his heart: What happened to him?
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ps: Sigh, I finally finished writing this chapter. The preparation is always the most tiring job.