In the early morning, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard.
A young Confucian scholar carrying a bookcase on his back and wearing a jade sword pushed open the courtyard door and strode out.
Two jade plaques, which are a natural pair, jingle at the waist.
The young Confucian scholar stopped in front of the door, turned around and looked inside the door. He saw the familiar courtyard. Through the lattice window where the moon shined every night, he could see half of the window where he was used to leaning on his head under the moonlight.
Mahogany desk.
The young Confucian scholar glanced for a few times, then slightly curved his lips habitually, closed the courtyard door, and turned around to join his companions.
Zhao Rong did not wear the usual plain Confucian shirt today, but a rare change into a luxurious and fine splendid robe. He was dressed exquisitely. If viewed from a distance, he looked like an outstanding and handsome young man.
Lin Wenruo sent this to him last night, saying that he must dress more solemnly today.
Zhao Rong didn't know why at first. It wasn't until Lin Wenruo saw him off alone and took Zhao Rong and the other three to the Shili Changting Pavilion in the north of Luojing City that Zhao Rong knew why he was so solemn.
Zhao Rong was riding on his horse, looking left and right, looking at more and more Luojing people on both sides of the road, especially the grand formation not far ahead, where a king's cavalry was waiting.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly and turned around, looking at his friend with a leisurely expression beside him.
Just when Zhao Rong wanted to speak, Lin Wenruo blocked him first.
"Ziyu, I really didn't arrange this deliberately. The people came here spontaneously, and the monarch and the nobles in the city also came here on their own initiative. Well, I just mentioned to them that you were leaving today, but I didn't expect them to come.
coming."
Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing more.
"I don't know how long ago it was the last time the people of Luojing bid farewell to someone so spontaneously. When I went to the academy to study, I didn't have such a grand gesture when I left. Ziyu, you are really envious of others."
Zhao Rong said modestly: "Well, when you have a peerless appearance like mine, you will know that this is also a kind of trouble."
Lin Wenruo: "..."
Soon after, Zhao Rong and his entourage dismounted, and King Zhongnan stepped forward to greet him. He stood three steps away from Zhao Rong and saluted. Zhao Rong quickly stepped forward to help him, but the king called out "Guo Shi" in a friendly tone, which caught Zhao Rong off guard.
.
I bet that the Imperial Master's robe is not for the purpose of becoming your Imperial Master.
Zhao Rong hurriedly declined and declined the earnest offer of King Zhongnan to stay. He winked at Lin Wenruo and asked him for help. After a while, he got away.
Ten miles long pavilion, willows and willows lingering, the people of Luojing who came to say goodbye were crowded together, and the congestion was tight.
After that, everyone reluctantly walked ten miles to see him off again. When they said goodbye, they drank farewell wine together and wrote farewell poems.
On this day, the streets in Luojing were deserted, and the willow branches of the ten-mile long pavilion were all broken.
Zhao Rong got on the horse and turned around to look at Lin Wenruo, who was holding the whip for him under the horse. His eyes were slightly focused, but his words were concise and horrified.
"gone."
Lin Wenruo raised his head slightly, nodded with a warm smile, and said nothing.
Zhao Rong turned around, pursed his lips and looked at the north, then touched the white jade medal with his fingertips.
The next moment, he rode forward without looking back, and the jade on his waist jingled.
Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Sanbian followed closely behind, accompanied by a group of Yulin Guards who would take them to take a shortcut out of Zhongnan Kingdom.
When the young Confucian scholar had gone a short distance, he suddenly heard the sound of singing from behind.
Those are the voices of the beautiful women born in Zhongnan Mountain. Their voices are clear, melodious and melodious.
"Where is Zhongnan? There are laurels and laurels. The young master is here, wearing brocade robes and robes. His face is like Wodan, he is a king!"
"Where is Zhongnan? There are disciplines and halls. There are bandits and gentlemen, wearing black clothes and embroidered clothes. Generals wearing jade will never forget their longevity exams!"
What is there on Zhongnan Mountain? There are catalpas and osmanthus trees.
A young man came here, wearing a splendid robe and a rosy complexion. He was a bandit gentleman. He carried exquisite jade and jingled with him as he moved. I wish him a long and long life, and the people of Zhongnan will never forget it.
Dusk evening.
In Lanxi Lin's Manor, a quiet courtyard was gently closed by someone in the early morning, and then pushed open by a tall Confucian scholar.
A creaking sound echoed in the empty courtyard.
The tall Confucian scholar entered the room and came to the desk that held half the table in moonlight every night.
On the mahogany table, near the window, lies a folded piece of poetry paper.
At this time, we were bathing in the brilliant twilight of the setting sun.
A slender hand stretched out towards it and slowly spread it out.
A bright moon rose above the table.
The breeze blew the sleeves.
The room is full of stars, flowing quietly.
""Dian Jiang Lip", presented to Brother Wen Ruo."
"Leaning drunk on the railing, the stars outside the pavilion in the center of the lake are like rain. Who are you sitting with? The bright moon and the clear breeze are with me."
"As soon as a close friend comes, there will always be harmony. Do you know? Ever since I got a new friend, love and affection have been equally divided."
That day, I was drunk, leaning on the railing, in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. When I raised my head, I saw a storm of stars.
Who should I sit with? The bright moon, the breeze, me or him.
When I meet a close friend, there will be singing and harmony. If you play the piano, I will compose poetry.
Do you know? Since we met, the enjoyment of the breeze outside the pavilion and the bright moon in the mountains has naturally been half and half between you and me.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the poems and notes were still lying quietly on the desk, and the bright moon was waiting for the moonlight of another bright moon.
But there was no one at the table.
He went to the flower forest behind the yard again.
Squatting under the tree tied with a red rope, he lowered his head and buried the two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus together.
In the Zhongnan Kingdom, there is an ancient custom. When young men and women get engaged, they will tie red strings on two osmanthus trees and bury a jar of osmanthus wine under the tree.
These two sweet-scented osmanthus trees will no longer be harvested.
If the lovers are not married, or if they get divorced after marriage, the red rope must be removed.
If the two of them are happy and the flowers are full and the moon is full, the red rope will never be untied.
The sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine should always be buried and given to future generations.
His palms were covered with dirt.
The wrapped cloth gradually became moist again.
That night, on Taibai Mountain, there was also a forest of flowers.
Under the tree that was still tied with a red rope but hung with three feet of white silk.
There is a man dressed in purple.
she asked him.
That day, he attacked Xu Guan.
But why leave her dowry behind?
Why not marry her home first?
She said she actually wanted to.
He didn't answer.
"Su Xiaoxiao, where are the purse and sachet that you kept for me?"
"Zhao Rong, it's so lively here. Where are we?"
"Don't interrupt, where are the purses and sachets given to me by the girls who admire my appearance and talent?"
Zhao Rong had a straight face and stared at Su Xiaoxiao who was looking around.
"Well, Xiaoxiao, look, ah! Where did it go? Xiaoxiao remembers that it was put in the book box, why is it missing? Oh, where did it go? Before I left that day, I put it together with the book box.
…”
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, suddenly covered her mouth, and murmured in surprise while flipping through her small bookcase, "Sachet, purse, don't hide..."
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong quietly.
"Yeah! I remembered."
Suddenly, the little fox demon looked like he suddenly realized something.
"The day I left Lanxi, you, you rushed me too hastily, I, I... I seemed to have forgotten to take it."
Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip, raised her head, and stared at Zhao Rong with crystal clear eyes.
"How about I make a sachet for you, Xiaoxiao!"
The little fox demon's eyes lit up, his mouth puffed up, and he was eager to try.
Zhao Rong looked at her expressionlessly.
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Phew~
The copy of Zhongnan Kingdom has finally been finished. Sword Girl is the first book, and many things are still being explored. The first copy has many shortcomings, and there are also some things that I feel satisfied with, but the most important thing is that it is in the process of writing.
Growing up, this is also a way to practice writing the plot of meeting Qingjun in the four palaces of the Taiqing Dynasty in the future.
So I think it is necessary to write this copy and the protagonist also gained a lot~
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