() made up his mind, and said: "Two girls, don't argue, if you want to know how the name of this broken bridge came about, just listen to me!"

Peng Shuangshuang and Li Yan'er, who were still arguing, turned their heads in surprise, looked at Yang Zheng with good-looking eyes, and asked for a while: "Do you know the origin of the name of this broken bridge?"

Yang Zheng touched his nose and laughed dryly: "Just know that?"

Li Yan'er flashed her big eyes and asked hesitantly, "Isn't it because the White Lady met with Xu Xian?"

Yang Zheng shook his head and said, "No!"

Peng Shuangshuang was overjoyed in his heart and said, "Is that because of the pavilion?"

Yang Zheng also shook his head and said, "No!"

At this moment, the two of them were curious, looked at each other, and said, "Then how did the name of this broken bridge come from?"

Yang Zheng touched his nose with an unfathomable look and said with a smile: "This is exactly what Yang wants to say!"

Li Yan'er caught a glimpse of Yang Zheng's smug look, gritted her teeth, snorted coldly from her nose, and said, "What are you proud of?"

Yang Zhen didn't bother to bother with her, touched his nose and said: "A long time ago, the white sand embankment of West Lake, winding from the lonely mountain to here, there was only a nameless small wooden bridge, which was closely connected to the shore of the lake. Visitors want to go to the lonely mountain to play, all have to pass through this small wooden bridge, the sun and rain, the bridge plate often has to be broken, the visitor is very inconvenient.

There was a simple hut next to the bridge, where lived a couple surnamed Duan. The two are kind-hearted and diligent, the man fishes in the lake for a living, and the woman sets up a wine stall at the door and sells local wine. Because of the poor taste of alcohol, customers rarely come to the door, and business is ............ light?"

The broken bridge after the early morning, as far as the eye can see, the water above the West Lake is sparkling, the blue waves are like a mirror, the bridge shadow shines on the water, the birds chirp, the peach and plum greet each other, the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains unfolds like a picture, a thousand kinds of style, let people enjoy. In the meantime, Shizi shuttles, visitors are weaving, the broken bridge is rendered very lively, although it is early in the morning, there are many more people on the broken bridge, the artist, the businessman, gather on the broken bridge early, occupy the stalls, shouting, selling each other ups and downs, endlessly.

The broken bridge that is not too wide and walks on the rope hussar, flies money and throws balls, kicks wood and scatters sand, swallows knives and spits fire, jumps in circles, and all kinds of thrilling acrobatics, and performers abound, attracting a large number of tourists to applaud endlessly, but this qiē is not as interesting as the legend that Yang Zheng said at this time.

I could only hear Yang Zheng touching his nose, unconsciously walking between the two, and said in a deep voice: "Only then did the Duan family and his wife know that the white-haired old man is not a mortal. Remembering the old man's parting words, he used the money to build a high bluestone arch bridge at the original small wooden bridge, and also built a pavilion at the head of the bridge. Since then, people who visit West Lake are no longer afraid of slippery roads and broken bridges.

The villagers remembered the good deeds of the Duan family and his wife to build the bridge, so they called this bridge Duanjia Bridge. Later, because of the homonym of "section" and "broken", it is called the broken bridge ......? Therefore, the origin of this broken bridge is not the romance of the meeting between the white lady and Xu Xian on the broken bridge, nor is it the pavilion built on the ancient stone bridge, the snow is in winter, the ice and snow on the sunny side of the bridge melts, the yin side of the bridge is still jade and silver, overlooking from Geling, the feeling of the bridge and the embankment is broken, and it is named "the remnant snow of the broken bridge". Yang Zheng touched his nose and said slowly.

"So that's the case? I thought it was the White Lady and Xu Xian's reason? It seems that I was mistaken, Sister Peng was not good for me just now!" Li Yan'er listened to Yang Zheng's legend, and remembered that she was against Peng Shuangshuang just now, and couldn't help blushing!

Peng Shuangshuang also blushed, and after listening to Li Yan'er's apology, he also said: "I'm not good either, didn't Yang Gongzi say it just now, there is an allusion to this broken bridge, what I said is not right, it's me who is not good!"

Seeing the two women apologizing in front of him, Yang Zheng smiled slightly, and said in his heart: "Looking like this, it's still quite cute, isn't it?"

After telling a story, the strangeness of the three of them just now has gone for most of it, and the three of them giggled and said some words, but they were also harmonious, but Yang Zheng stood between the two girls, forming a single "mountain" shape, talking and laughing, falling into the eyes of outsiders, and it was not easy to envy for a while.

The three of them walked out of the broken bridge all the way, and a carriage had already driven up, the carriage was not big, nor was it very luxurious, and in the blink of an eye, it was the kind of ordinary carriage that could be seen in any corner of Hangzhou.

Li Yan'er pulled Peng Shuangshuang into the carriage, opened the curtain, and got into the carriage first, but did not put the curtain down.

Yang Zheng was stunned for a long time, only to understand that this was a signal for him to get into the carriage, hurriedly bent down and walked up, into the carriage, he found that the carriage was much more luxurious than the outside, the carriage was picturesque, and what surprised him even more was that the carriage seats and carpets were all high-quality silk and satin, and he sighed lightly: "It's damn good, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight!"