In the early morning, Hangzhou is shrouded in a layer of mist, the wide streets are not full of traffic, and the green willows on both sides of the road continue to tug at people's heartstrings in the breeze.

Everything seems so quiet and beautiful.

The streets of Hangzhou are so quiet that you can only hear the sound of wicker budding and the sound of the wind and drizzle hitting the bluestone slabs.

There were not many people coming and going in the streets, and they all maintained their inherent silence, and the occasional sound of conversation was like a cloud crumpled in the sky, as if everyone did not want to break the deep spaciousness.

After Luo Le's exquisitely dressed winterfall, a green shirt, long black hair as black as ink was draped over his shoulders after a simple tie, his figure was straight, and he walked slowly with a calm smile.

Beside him, Luo Le was holding two pill heads, carrying a small bookcase and walking with an unhappy face, glaring at Dongluo from time to time, like an angry little daughter-in-law, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Dongluo, who is now alias Heren, said gently: "Le'er, are you glaring at me?"

Luo Le, who was originally unhappy, hurriedly put on a smile, and shook his head like a wave drum, "No, absolutely not, I swear by my character, if I stare at you, I will let you have no food today." ”

Dongluo naturally reached out and rubbed the girl's head, "Your oath is really poisonous, don't make this poisonous oath next time." ”

Luo Le playfully stuck out his tongue.

Waiting for Dongluo to take a few steps forward, the little girl hurriedly waved her fist and gestured a few times in the air.

Then he trotted and followed, and left with a smile and a smile with Dongluo.

Hangzhou, a city with a lot of scholarly anger, every few days there will be good deeds in the major restaurants, manors to hold poetry parties, cocktail parties, and invite famous literati in Hangzhou to participate, fighting poetry and wine.

After Dongluo and the two wandered around in Hangzhou for three days, they finally caught an opportunity, Wu Tingfeng, the eldest son of the Wu family, invited the literati of Hangzhou to a banquet in Tingyulou today, and there will be a lot of literati and scholars in Hangzhou, so today Dongluo plans to go to the vassal to take a look at the elegance of the Wu family.

Today's Dongluo's identity is a scholar who traveled to Hangzhou from Guangling County of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Luo Le naturally became his little scholar.

In this regard, the little girl is very unhappy, why can Dongluo be a suave talent, and she can only be a bitter little scholar.

Dongluo only said one word, and the little girl shut up.

Is it okay for you to write your poems with me?

No, then you will obediently be a scholar.

Luo Le has never had a moment like now, disgusted with his lack of reading.

Dongluo stopped in front of a stall selling sugar gourds, bought two strings of sugar gourds, looked at the unhappy little girl gently, and laughed in his heart, isn't he just a little scholar?

Dongluo handed over a string of sugar gourds and said with a smile: "Next time, I'll be your scholar!"

Finger to finger, Luo Le took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said with some twist: "Really, I don't read much, don't lie to me!"

After speaking, continue to lower your head and continue to clasp your fingers.

Dongluo looked at the girl's hair, his eyes were dark, and he took the small bookcase with a smile and carried it on his back, "Every word I say counts, and if you are a scholar, you will be a scholar." ”

Only then did Luo Le reach out and take the sugar gourd, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Le'er, when you get to Tingyu Tower, don't mess me up! If you mess up, I'll send you to the Temple of Death to study for ten days and a half months, and call me Gongzi He from now on." ”

"Got it, you're a good guy. ”

Luo Le reluctantly responded.

You're afraid that I'll smash the performance, and I'm afraid that you will smash the performance!

What do you think you rely on when you run away from home so many times? It depends on superb acting skills and excellent adaptability.

Dongluo was about to fight, but looking at the girl's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart again.

"Don't tell me you're a good person in the future. ”

"Why?"

"There's no why, just can't say. ”

"Oh!"

......

Tingyulou is a private manor, which is quite famous in Hangzhou, but anyone who is in Hangzhou has no one who does not know this place.

When winter fell, there were already a lot of people coming, but these were people like him who were not invited by the eldest prince of the Wu family, and even if they came, they would join in the fun, and they couldn't participate in the core party at all.

The place of this meeting is by a lake, the lake is not big, the green willows on both sides of the river, the yellow birds cry, and the red clothes and green umbrellas in the lake reflect the clear waves.

Herren and his little scholar stood under a willow tree by the lake, chatting with each other.

"Hey, I think the lotus flowers in this lake are good!

"Are you crazy to be poor, so many people are watching? ”

"There's no shame in being poor! Luo Le glanced at Heren with disdain, and said seriously: "I know that you are a good person, but good people don't live long. But you have to have ...... too."

Dongluo really can't listen to it, what is this? Fortunately, people don't live long.

Didn't I tell you everything? Don't say I'm a good person.

Before she could finish speaking, he couldn't help it anymore and knocked a chestnut on the girl's smooth forehead, which hurt so much that Luo Le grinned and was crazy, and he opened his mouth to bite Dongluo.

Fortunately, Dongluo had suffered a loss in this regard, and he had already taken precautions, and put one hand against her forehead, just to prevent her from biting herself.

"Are you a dog? ”

"Are you?"

"You mean you're going to eat?"

"As long as you admit that you are dead, I will eat. ”

Winterfall: "......"

What kind of Qingqi brain circuit is this, fortunately, the god of death is not here, otherwise he would have risen to the level of personal attack.

Just as the two were fighting, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

There is an island in the middle of the lake, the pavilions on the island are covered, the pavilions are high, there is a seven-story platform in the middle, it is the rain listening building.

And now there is a middle-aged man in his twenties, dressed in white, full of gods like jade, Shi Shiran jumped down from the top floor of the rain building and fell lightly on a lotus leaf.

Dongluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized it at a glance, this person was Wu Tingfeng, the eldest son of the Wu family, but what he didn't expect was that this Wu Tingfeng turned out to be an innate realm, and it was such a young innate realm.

The Wu family is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

At least this Wu Tingfeng impressed him.

Wu Tingfeng smiled gently, stepping on the lotus leaf and walking towards the shore step by step.

Luo Le's eyes narrowed, his hands on his cheeks, and he said with a look: "Wow!

Dongluo's face turned dark, and he reached out to cover her eyes, "Don't look at it, you'll be blind." ”

The little girl was like a blind man, waving her hands in front of her.

"Honestly, are you in love with me, are you jealous? ”

Dongluo hooked the corners of his mouth and said lightly: "No face and no skin." ”

"You care about me, hurry up and bring your dirty hands, don't interfere with my view of my spirit stone. If I let you go, will you be able to afford to accompany me?"

Dongluo smiled, took his hand back, and rubbed the place he had knocked before.

After Wu Tingfeng went ashore, no matter who he knew or didn't know, he greeted everyone one by one.

Treat people and things, just in such a moisturizing and silent way.

Wu Tingfeng gives people the feeling of just four words, that is, like a spring breeze, the whole person looks like the wind of spring and Xu, and the warm sun of winter.

I have to say that the children cultivated by this family are very good at temperament.

After Wu Tingfeng finished greeting everyone, he stood by the lake and looked into the distance gently, as if he was waiting for someone.

There was a commotion in the crowd suddenly, and the people who could make the eldest prince of the Wu family and others definitely not ordinary people.

In addition to the literati and scholars in Hangzhou, there were also many members of the Wu family, many of whom came to participate in the Wu family meeting, and their eyes were also suspicious.

Who is it that has so much power?

In the expectant eyes of everyone, several people came against the wind.

was the first one, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he was born extremely beautiful, with crooked willow eyebrows and sad phoenix eyes.

"It turned out to be Chanyue Fairy, no wonder Master Wu is so enthusiastic, if I change me, I will go to Qingyun Pavilion Mountain Gate to greet me. ”

"Since it's the Chanyue Fairy of Qingyin Pavilion, why is she here?"

"What's the matter, brother, aren't you happy that he's coming?"

"Happy, how unhappy, I'm so happy that I want to write a poem now. ”

......

Qingyin Pavilion, a Xuanji sect, all women in the door, is a very strange hidden sect, the strength is extremely strong, no one dares to provoke.

According to the news of the Temple of Death, this Chanyue is the first person in the Qingyin Pavilion generation, but no one has ever seen her make a move, or everyone who has seen her make a move is dead.

Dongluo frowned slightly, why did she come?

Now in this special period, he can't help but think about it too much, if the Wu family joins forces with Qingyun Pavilion, the Han Kingdom will also have a lot of trouble.

The weight of a Xuanji sect, even if it is not visible on weekdays, it is very stressful.

It is necessary to find out what he is coming from.

Luo Le saw that Dongluo had been staring at the girl named Chanyue, and suddenly became a little unhappy, gritted his teeth and said, "Is it good-looking?"

"Good looking ......"

As soon as the words came out, Dongluo sighed in his heart that it was over, thinking that the matter was too deep, and he accidentally fell into the hands of the enemy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Luo Le's little face that was slowly becoming a little distorted, and hurriedly added two words, "Fart!"

What a good fart!

Isn't it crooked to praise another girl for being good-looking in front of one girl?

Looking at the girl who is slowly returning to normal, Dongluo breathes a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I have a strong desire to survive!

Adaptable!

Otherwise, this time it will be planted in the hands of the enemy.

"In my heart, it's still our family that looks the best. ”

Dongluo seemed to feel that the previous answer was a little inappropriate, and he was a little slow when converting, which might arouse suspicion, so he hurriedly added such a big truth.

Yes, that's a big truth.

Chanyue is very beautiful, but it gives people a feeling of coldness like the bright moon in the sky.

But as one of the very few people who have seen Luo Le's true face, he still has his own resolution of beauty.

Luo Le rolled his eyes and ignored Dongluo.

Don't you know if you look good or not? I want you to talk on the sidelines!