Today is the tenth day of the ninth month, the seventh day that Li Qianyu left the capital.

The summit pavilion at the top of Cuihua Mountain, because Wang Anshi Wang Jiefu who once worshiped the first assistant of the cabinet once passed by here when he entered Beijing to catch the examination, when he climbed high and overlooked, he named this pavilion "Dengfeng Pavilion", and later the Dengfeng Pavilion became famous, the celebrities and scholars of this place liked to hold a poetry meeting here, because they borrowed the name of Wang Jiefu but also appeared to be extremely elegant.

It's just that most people have been busy preparing for scientific expeditions recently, and the autumn wind is very cold, so this summit pavilion is rarely visited.

In the distance, a team of carriages and horses came from afar, without any family symbols, and it was impossible to guess the identities of these people, only the carriage in the middle was carved with dragon patterns, which was not conspicuous, and it would not be obvious if it were not carefully observed.

The leader was dressed in light armor and wore a cyan sword at his waist, which was very heroic. He rode his horse to the carriage and gently slammed the wall of the carriage.

The vermilion curtain was opened, and a voice as clear as water came out: "What's the matter?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, it's almost noon, do you want to rest for a while?" The young soldier bowed his head and said in a respectful voice.

After a moment, the man in the frame said, "You go and do it." ”

"No."

The convoy slowly stopped, and the soldier asked the others to find a place to rest, while he jumped off his horse, walked briskly to the car, and reached out to lift the curtain.

A man in a brocade robe got out of the car, about sixteen or seventeen years old, his robe was like snow, spotless, and his long jet-black hair was simply tied up with a hairpin of mutton fat jade, but J□J's neck in the air was more transparent than his clothes, and even the warm sunlight of the autumn afternoon could not bear to leave light and shadow on it.

The man raised his face slightly and looked at the pavilion not far away, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were narrow, and he had a romantic posture with just a faint flow of eyes, and he had an elegant and picturesque appearance.

Brushing away the soldier's arm that wanted to support him, the man jumped down from the wheel, glanced at the soldier and said, "Lan Ruo, this king is not so delicate. ”

The young soldier named Lan Ruo withdrew his arm, bowed his head and answered the "no" before retreating to the side.

Li Qianyu didn't look at Lan Ruo again, and walked up the mountain.

It has been seven days since he left the capital, and during these seven days, he has received news from the capital every day. His guards who stayed in Beijing were assassinated and suffered heavy losses, and his teacher, Liu Shouren Liu, was suppressed by the Great Prince's faction and forced to be released. Even his mother, Concubine Yuan, was reprimanded by the queen and confined in the palace, and was not allowed to go out unless called.

One by one, they all came at him. Li Qianyu's hand hidden in the wide sleeve curled up, and his knuckles clasped his palm, it hurt, but he was still unconscious.

He will remember today's humiliation, his mother's concubine, his teacher, his cronies, the suffering suffered by this person Li Qianyu's closest people today, and in the future, he will definitely pay back tenfold or hundredfold!

Brother Emperor, Qianyu and you, never die!

Li Qianyu's white jade-like face was expressionless, and behind him, Lan Ruo followed closely, separated by three steps.

Even if I saw the appearance of the Ascending Pavilion, it took a full time of two pillars of incense to really get closer. Vaguely seeing a figure in the pavilion, Li Qianyu frowned slightly and paused, Lan Ruo naturally saw it too, and took a few steps forward to drive the person away, but Li Qianyu stopped him.

"That's it, everything is about first come, first come." As soon as these words were spoken, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Li Qianyu's face.

First come, first come, if it weren't for these four words, how could the straw bag that occupied the position of the eldest son of the eldest brother get so much support.

Lan Ruo retreated as she said, stood behind Li Qianyu, and didn't say a word.

Li Qianyu walked into the pavilion and saw a young man no more than ten years old, wearing a light cyan shirt, standing at the table and holding a pen to write something. The expression was focused and serious, and it seemed that he had not noticed that someone was coming. When Li Qianyu saw it, he took a few steps forward and stood beside the young man, looking at the large rice paper spread out on the table, and was stunned the moment he saw the words on it.

Fly to the mountain to find the tower, and hear that the rooster cries to see the sunrise.

is not afraid of clouds to cover his eyes, and he is at the top by chance.

This is Wang Anshi's poem, which has been widely circulated, and Li Qianyu was shocked that it was naturally not these two poems, but the font used by teenagers.

The pen is fluttering and fast, the handwriting is thin, to thin without losing its flesh, and the turning point can clearly see the traces of Zangfeng, Lu Feng and other Teton.

Li Qianyu himself is also very good at calligraphy, but he has never seen this kind of font, and he was stunned for a while.

The young man didn't look behind him at all, even in late autumn, he didn't see the slightest coldness in a Confucian shirt. The autumn breeze in the mountains is blowing, blowing the sleeves of the young man, it is clear that he is only a half-grown child, and at this moment, on the handsome face, he is concentrating on the appearance of no distractions, but there is a bit of fluttering posture.

Calligraphy relies on a state of mind and a gesture.

Li Qianyu didn't make a sound to disturb him, and when Lan Ruo entered the door, Li Qianyu also stretched out a finger and shook it gently, asking him to slow down, for fear that the sound of the armor on Lan Ruo's body colliding would startle the young man and destroy this artistic conception.

The young man groaned for a moment, reached out and took the piece of paper, crumpled it casually and threw it aside. It made Li Qianyu very distressed, and he just felt that it was a pity that such a good word was rubbed like this.

But when I looked at the ball of paper, I was shocked to find that in the corner of the pavilion, there was a pile of crumpled paper, and there were hundreds of them.

The young man didn't even look at it, picked up the ink, and slowly grinded it in the inkstone.

After adding some water and grinding the ink, the young man pursed his lips and muttered for a moment, as if he had suddenly been inspired, his peach blossom eyes widened slightly, he grabbed the pen, dipped it in the ink, and wrote it down with a wave.

Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near.

I don't know the true face of Cuihua, only because I am in this mountain.

Throwing off the pen, the boy picked up the piece of paper and stared at it for a long time, and then suddenly laughed out loud. And Li Qianyu behind him even curled the corners of his lips, for this poem, for this word.

"The little boy has good words and sentences, good calligraphy, and he should be a big white man."

Li Qianyu suddenly opened his mouth as if he was scared of the young man, and the young man turned his head suddenly, as if he had just noticed the two people coming out behind him, and couldn't help frowning, and said, "But I don't know when Brother Tai came in, why didn't he squeak?" ”

These words were clearly accused, Lan Ruo listened to it, even in the capital, no one dared to be so disrespectful to His Royal Highness, and it was like drawing a sword, but Li Qianyu gently pressed his hand and stopped his movements.

Li Qianyu looked at a young man, with some excitement in his eyes.

is good-looking, talented, and it can be seen from just now that this young man's courage is also good. Although he said nothing, he was understandable, he was disturbing others, and he should be complained about a few words. Li Qianyu bent the corners of his lips, and his already handsome face was a little more gentle and beautiful: "I didn't intend to disturb my son, but I didn't mean to disturb my son, but I didn't want to do it." ”

The young man snorted: "I have a lot of adults, forgive you." ”

The voice was still a little childish, even Lan Ruo couldn't help but laugh when she heard it. It's obviously a child, but he pretends to be like an adult.,It's not annoying to say this.,It's very cute.。

Li Qianyu said with a smile: "Xiao Gongzi's poem is done well, not just where to learn? ”

The Great Zhou Dynasty attaches great importance to the master, one day as a teacher and a father for life, if something happens in the future, the master and apprentice are also included in the nine clans. It is also a customary rule to ask the teacher without asking the name and surname at this meeting, but the young man is obviously not following the rules.

"I don't have a master, and I don't want to know who your master is." The young man put the manuscript of the poem on the table, looked at Li Qianyu, and there was a little curiosity in his eyes, "I don't know the name of Brother Taigao?" ”

Li Qianyu paused in his tone, and then said: "My surname is Li, and I am in the sixth line at home, so call me Li Liulang." "The emperor of the Zhou Dynasty liked to give the surname of the country to the meritorious ministers to show his glory, and the surname Li was the most popular in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Li Qianyu was not afraid of revealing his identity when he said this.

The young man smiled and arched his hand: "Brother Li, my surname is Mu, and I have a single name......

But before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky.

A sharp arrow with a cold light came straight at Li Qianyu, even if Li Qianyu saw it, his body couldn't react for a while, and he stood there straight. Lan Ruo's eyes widened suddenly, and he pulled out his sword, but Yuanshui couldn't save the near fire, and he was so anxious that his eyes almost split.

But suddenly, Li Qianyu felt a pain in his waist, and then fell backwards suddenly.

And with it, a small body pressed against him fiercely, a slightly cold hand firmly clasped his waist, buried his face in his heart, and pressed him to the ground.

Lan Ruo had already shouted the order to the guards not far away to come forward to escort him, and he himself chased the assassin away.

In the pavilion, Li Qianyu, who was surrounded and protected by the guards, was lying on the ground, and he was still a little unable to react, and subconsciously reached out to wrap his hand around the body that was pressing on his body.

Maybe he stood in the autumn wind for too long, and the young man's body was cold and cold, but a warm liquid came out of a certain place, which was hot and warmed Li Qianyu's hands.

Li Qianyu raised his hand.

I saw that my hands were full of bright red, and the color of the red face seemed to pierce people's eyes.