The cabin door opened, and the night breeze blew in her face, bringing with it a slight chill. Shen Wuhua felt her shoulders sink slightly. It turned out that Li Xingchen had wrapped his cloak around her body. After all, the man's clothes were thick and warm.
And the man's hands are also warm and strong.
Just like my father's hands.
But it's different
Shen Wuhua was also in a daze for a while.
For Li Xingchen next to him, his attention is actually more on the landscape in front of him.
Guazhoudu is indeed an unforgettable place.
The building boat crosses Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.
In the past few years, he went from Jiangnan to Saibei, and then from Saibei to Jiangnan, and his army never stopped, just like what was said in this poem. And the starting point of all this was not so much Huaibei, but Huaibei. It is better to say it is Guazhou Ferry.
Starting from the attack on Wu Mingche outside Guazhou Crossing, Li Xingchen realized for the first time what risks and challenges he would face in the future. It seemed that it was from that fight that he became more and more mature, step by step from then on. Come to today.
Guazhou Ferry is no longer the same Guazhou Ferry as it was when Li Xingchen came here for the first time.
Between Jingkou and Guazhou, through the ages, from Jingkou to Guazhou, it has been the most important road connecting Jiangnan and Huainan. In the Southern Dynasty, Sheng Zebing left Jingkou, while in the Northern Dynasty, Shenyin Yinma Guazhou was separated by this river. Between the earth and the earth, we have witnessed three hundred years of fighting and iron horses during the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
The current Guazhoudu is no longer the depressed and dilapidated scene it once was. Even the little-known Xuanhua Town in the north of Jiankang Prefecture is already bustling with activity, let alone Guazhoudu, which has been the main road connecting the north and the south since ancient times. .
Half of the river reflected the lights on both sides of the river. Even though it was almost midnight, there were ships going back and forth on the river from time to time. The men on the dock who were rushing to carry goods shouted neat slogans, saying that spring plowing was about to begin. These people took advantage of the slack time. The young men who came out to work part-time were all anxious to earn more money. When they came back after spring plowing, they didn't know whether they would still have a place on the dock.
Such bustling bustle was something that even Li Xingchen himself, let alone Shen Wuhua, had not expected.
"Between Jingkou and Guazhou, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains." Li Xingchen raised his wine glass, pointed at the lights of thousands of houses not far away, and laughed, "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again!"
And Shen Wuhua looked at this man so close with a strange look. She could feel the strong smell of man on him, hear his breathing, and see his deep black pupils. The light and fire reflected in it.
Shen Wuhua likes poetry and articles, but the education and influence she received since childhood were all focused on palace poetry. Those palace poems mainly describe the luxury and corruption of life in the palace, or describe the resentful feelings of palace women. Shen Wuhua is not interested in such poems, which are mostly nonsense.
It wasn't until she saw "Ai Lian Shuo" written by Li Xingchen and other poems and articles that she realized that there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there is a sky beyond the sky. There is such a beautiful or heroic writing style in the world, which seems to make those palace style poems The scent of rouge was blown away.
The man in front of him didn't often recite poetry, but every time he blurted it out, it was so touching. From the "spring water in the river" to the "spring breeze and green again" now, Shen Wuhua himself felt a little dazed.
Li Xingchen raised the wine glass and gestured to her, with a bit of smile in his eyes, and then drank it down. In fact, Li Xingchen suddenly thought that he was holding Shen Wuhua in this way, wasn't it just like "the spring breeze is green again" for Chen Shubao.
Shen Wuhua didn't know that before leaving, Li Xingchen had made someone give Chen Shubao a set of green clothes out of spite. Of course, the most important thing was the green hat in the clothes. Although the origin of the idea of cuckold is unknown. We know, but it is generally believed that by the Song and Ming dynasties, at least in this era, green did not have that derogatory connotation. For example, Guan Guan Yun Chang, who symbolized loyalty, just liked to wear green robes.
Therefore, Chen Shubao probably didn't understand what this joke meant, and he even shed tears of gratitude for His Majesty's concern, but this did not prevent Li Xingchen from satisfying his bad taste.
Seeing Li Xingchen finish the drink happily, Shen Wuhua hesitated for a moment and tried to take a sip. However, her pretty face soon turned red, and she couldn't help coughing twice, and subconsciously reached out to touch her chest. Li Xingchen hurriedly reached out and patted her back: "Have you never drank before?"
Shen Wuhua shook his head slightly: "This slave made His Majesty laugh."
"What's the point? Doesn't everyone have their first time?" Li Xingchen laughed and said, "But Chen Shubao likes drinking the most. Has he never had a drink with you?"
Shen Wuhua looked gloomy and did not answer, and Li Xingchen also realized that he seemed to have mentioned something sad about her, or that the relationship between Shen Wuhua and Chen Shubao was even worse than he imagined.
"Let's go, let's go back and rest." Li Xingchen said in a low voice.
Shen Wuhua raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down without any hesitation this time. Although the alcohol content was not high, for a first-time drinker, the bitter and spicy taste of alcohol is obviously difficult to resist. , but this time Shen Wuhua did not cough, and drank all the wine forcefully.
With the help of the weak firelight, Li Xingchen saw strands of redness creeping onto her fair skin. It was obvious that this woman had not drunk so much wine at least, so she had no ability to resist. Li Xingchen stretched out his hand to remove the redness that was blown away by the river wind. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and poured herself another glass of wine.
Shen Wuhua lowered her head slightly. Apparently she could feel the heat on her cheeks and was surprised by the choice she just made.
In the past ten years, it seems that I have never been so indulgent or relaxed.
Li Xingchen handed her the wine glass and filled it up for himself: "Drink less."
Shen Wuhua raised her head, her eyes were drowsy with drunkenness, but she still raised her glass, and Li Xingchen touched it with her with a smile.
Outside the ship's side, the busy people on the dock in the distance gradually began to return. Except for Li Xingchen's five-toothed ship and the escort ships, it was difficult to see other ships on the river. The lights on the dock were gradually extinguished.
At this time, the bright moon has the opportunity to show its brilliance. The moonlight shines on the calm river, making sparkling waves. The river reflects the moonlight, rendering the two figures gradually overlapping on the terrace a bit hazy. The sky in the sky The clouds slowly blocked half of the bright moon, causing the light to dissipate a lot, and Li Xingchen's hearty voice was faintly heard:
"After passing Guazhou, the tide of Qianwanhu River is warm.
The moonlight lingers, and the wide sleeves cover her charming face.
God knows what is on your mind, hold the candle high and look up,
The wind blows back, and the ambition is on the clouds to rectify the chaos in the rivers and mountains."
(Author's note: Quoting from "The Volume of Dian Jiang Lip Ti Quan Dequan North and South Climbing the High Place", then)