The sunset hangs lazily on the top of the mountain, rendering the rolling mountains into a piece of ink and blue. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The chrysanthemums in the info garden are in full bloom and have a faint fragrance. The chrysanthemum petals that unfold layer by layer, break free from the heavy burden, bloom proudly in the autumn, like an empty valley orchid.

Passing through a corridor, you will come to the upper study. This is the place where the princes study, and the old lady who can serve here can be described as an important minister in the court. For example, Zuo Xiang, who is currently teaching Chu Yunzhao to read, is the prime minister of the court.

After dusk, Zuo Xiang was still wearing a pair of reading glasses and picked up a copy of the Analects. began to shake his head and read, so Chu Yunzhao and Qingluan, who were sitting below, also read in his style. Especially Qingluan, seeing Zuo Xiangwei listening to them with his eyes closed, he unconsciously deliberately lengthened the tone.

"Learn-and-time--learn-of-the-of-no-also-say-huh-" Qingluan's immature voice was heard by Chu Yunzhao in his ears. Unconsciously laughed secretly, Qingluan also deliberately learned to brush his beard with Zuo Xiang, and nodded slightly, Chu Yunzhao laughed even more.

"Huh? When did you get a little girl? Zuo Xiang heard that there was another female student below, so he opened his eyes and looked through his reading glasses. But seeing that Qingluan is small, he has a pair of big eyes that are bright and bright, revealing a sense of cleverness.

Qingluan saw Zuo Xiang asking her, and she was unconsciously busy saluting Zuo Xiang: "Little girl Qingluan, meet the old master!" She learned the etiquette that Aunt Lian taught her before, and she was amused by Zuo Xiang. He saw it, but stroked his beard and said, "Oh, it's Xianyun's daughter, I've seen it......"

Hearing Zuo Xiang say the word "Xianyun", Qingluan was immediately full of hope. He stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Does Master know my mother?" Where is she now? Please tell me, Master! "Aunt Lian didn't say that when you learn court etiquette, your mother will naturally meet you," Zuo Xiang said slowly.

Hearing this, Qingluan was very sad, and Chu Yunzhao on the side saw this. Then he took Zuo Xiang's hand and said for Qingluan: "Since the master knows, why don't you tell him?" Sister Luan is very pitiful. "Didn't you let her study with Lianyi? How did you get here? Zuo Xiang realized that Qingluan should not have appeared in the upper study.

This made Qingluan asked, and she stood aside speechless. But he looked at Chu Yunzhao with a blank eye, hoping that he would give Zuo Xiang a reasonable explanation. Chu Yunzhao stepped forward and poured a cup of tea, handed it to Zuo Xiang, and said sweetly: "You have to learn court etiquette, and you have to learn to read and write!" Master, do you think so? ”

Qingluan saw Zuo Xiang slowly drinking tea, and knew that he had the opportunity to study. hurriedly walked behind Zuo Xiang, picked up his small fist, and slapped Zuo Xiang's back. "As the old saying goes: a woman is virtuous if she is not talented. Since a woman must be virtuous, she will not be able to study less, so the master will accept me, and I will beat the master's back every day. Qingluan said obediently while beating him on the back.

"Look at your younger age, but you know a lot!" Zuo Xiang said so on his lips, but he liked this little Qingluan very much in his heart. If you train well, she will definitely be a rare talent. What's more, Zuo Xiang also knew in his heart that Zhengyang Hall would be in charge of Qingluan in the future, and it would be good if he couldn't read.

Chu Yunzhao, who was standing on the side, saw the enjoyment on Zuo Xiang's face. Hurriedly motioned for Qingluan to kneel on the ground, and asked her to kowtow to the left minister to worship the master: "Qingluan to see the master!" Invite the Master to tea! With that, he brought the tea and held it high above his head.

"It's okay to read, but don't disturb the prince from now on, otherwise I'll have to tell you Aunt Lian!" Zuo Xiang took the tea, took a sip lightly, and waved his hand, asking Qingluan to sit at the small table and read with Chu Yunzhao.

Qingluan was very happy at that time, and from then on, she began to study with Zuo Xiang. The best thing is that you can be with Chu Yunzhao. The two children spent six long years together. The sunset was dusk, and the shadows of the trees in the garden were very long.

One night of autumn rain blew all the leaves in the garden yellow. They swirled in mid-air and fell leisurely into the lake, creating a beautiful ripple. Qingluan walked past the lake, and just as a yellow leaf fell on her shoulder, she gently squeezed it in the palm of her hand, full of pity.

Originally, in the spring season, tender green buds sprouted. Now it is the wind and rain, blowing them away. However, the final destination is just a handful of loess after all. Qingluan took out a book of poems from his sleeve and gently sandwiched the leaves between the pages.

"Poor autumn rainy night, the fragrance continues. Where does one go, and dance with the north wind. She blurted out a five-word quatrain, but it was full of endless sadness. But the four-year-old Xiao Qingluan can have such feelings. It's really impressive.

Zuo Xiang stood on the eaves of the corridor and heard this five-character quatrain. Unconsciously clapped his hands again and again: "If you don't see Luan'er chanting, which poet will it be!" Chu Yunzhao, who came later, walked quickly to Qingluan and gave her a thumbs up.

Being praised by Zuo Xiang and Chu Yunzhao like this, Qingluan was really a little flattered. She hurriedly came to Zuo Xiang's side and said with a smile: "Master's praise, Luan'er is just talking nonsense." Compared with the poems written by the prince, Luan'er really has some axes. ”

This set of speaking rules would have been passed on from her mother's genes. Then it is the words and deeds of Lotus Yisu since the day. Don't look at Qingluan's four-year-old grade, but she is thoughtful and attentive, if she assists her mother to work in Zhengyang Hall in the future, it will be easy.

Who knew that when Chu Yunzhao heard the word "poetry", he immediately shook his head in a panic: "What I hate the most is what kind of poems I write, what articles I write, I like to pick up guns and swords-" He said as he picked up a dead branch from the ground and put on a fighting posture.

"Hey!" Zuo Xiang saw each other and shook his head again and again. He originally thought that he could teach Chu Yunzhao to read some classics on governing the country, but unfortunately he couldn't listen to them. Always fooled around, and made a small wooden sword by himself. I often go to the garden to join the so-called martial arts, or ride my own foal out to play.

Originally, this Chu Yunzhao had been in the court for ten years, and he had no mother. Now Chu Junhao is very interested in him, and now he is going to Fengqiu to participate in the alliance. handed it over to Zuo Xiang, who knew that Chu Yunzhao did not have the constraints of his father, but was more open.

For example, this time, I actually pulled a little maid to the upper study to study. Zuo Xiang knew very well in his heart that this Qingluan was a remnant of Xirong, and Chu Junhao kept her because he pitied her for her young age. Now that time has passed, who would know that Chu Junhao would treat the remnants of Xirong like that.

Unless one day, Wan Ning returns to the palace again. Then Qingluan will have hope of living, because it was Wanning's intercession that left Qingluan. Or adopt the policy of cherishing the people, and directly move Qingluan and Xianyun, as well as Lianyi and others out of the palace.

It's a pity that Qingluan doesn't know this, and there is no way to talk about it to Chu Yunzhao. Zuo Xiang had no choice but to teach them to read according to the time of day. As for the future, it depends on the creation of Qingluan. Zuo Xiang sighed and went back to the house.

"Master doesn't have to be sad," Qingluan thought that Zuo Xiang was angry because Chu Yunzhao didn't study hard, so he stepped forward and explained, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can write, and the prince can martial arts—isn't this the creation of our eastern foothills?" The Master should be happy! ”

What a four-year-old boy said? Zuo Xiang turned his head unconsciously, and looked at Qingluan so seriously, and looked at her even more differently in his heart. In time, this Qingluan may become the second Wanning, maybe it's not true.

The autumn rain was continuous, blowing a cool breeze overnight. It was just dusk, and it was already dark. Sitting in the room, you can hear the wind crashing against the window. The wind through the cracks in the windows, the candles swaying back and forth.

Chu Yunhong, who had been running around for a day, told Wang Qibo to stop the car and rest in a nearby inn. Since the beginning of autumn, there has been continuous wind and rain. The air is filled with damp water vapor, and it is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Before entering the Yingdu, you can feel the unique freehand painting environment of Shu.

A glass of turbid wine is Chu Yunhong's infinite longing for Donglu. It has been more than ten days since I left Donglu. I don't know what happened to my father, and whether he set off to Fengqiu. Along the way, I saw a large number of chariots and horses heading north, thinking that it was the Chu army that was going to Fengqiu.

At that time, there was a melodious flute rhyme upstairs, in this lonely rainy night. Mixed with a sadness, the autumn flowers are bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, the autumn rain is long and the night is cold. The table stops the candle and shakes itself, and listens to the autumn leaves wandering alone. The sound of the flute is complaining, and the grievances are lingering, which makes people cry.

Chu Yunhong's thoughts unconsciously flew back to the distant homeland - Donglu. Since his father took him back to the palace and asked him to recognize him as the queen as his mother and crown him as the crown prince. His heart was very happy, and at that time he secretly made up his mind that he must study hard and assist his father and Donglu.

It's just that I didn't think about it, and it was only a short four months in the palace. The queen died, although she was not his mother, but she was also nurturing. And he has to go to Shu as a hostage, this kind of feeling under the fence is not pleasant, he listened to the flute, and he didn't feel it.

Yes, it must be Haoxue's flute. With Haoxue these days, Chu Yunhong feels very happy. At least from the sound of Haoxue's flute, you can feel that sincerity. He instructed the shopkeeper to bring the food upstairs and prepare to have dinner with Haoxue.

"Your Highness!" Wang Qibo reminded in a low voice, "Could it be that His Royal Highness has forgotten the emperor's entrustment?" And before leaving, the emperor also sent Miss Yan to explain to Weichen again, asking Weichen to take care of His Royal Highness. Now that we are hostages, naturally we can't cause any more incidents! ”

Hearing Wang Qibo say this, Chu Yunhong's heart was very tired. He said impatiently, "Got it! Then he went upstairs. Wang Qibo was the only one left, and he wanted to write a letter to tell Wanning, but he always felt that it was not the right time, and he still waited to find out Haoxue's identity.

When Chu Yunhong pushed open the door and opened the tea-green gauze tent. I saw Haoxue, who was dressed in plain clothes, standing at the window, blowing the flute intoxicated. As her fingertips flowed back and forth, Chu Yunhong could hear the longing for her hometown in her heart.

"Tang Li Yishan once had a poem: I have a good heart, and now my sister's song is just in line with my mood at this time," he smiled and accosted him as he walked to the table. poured two glasses of wine each, and said with a smile, "For this feeling, I salute my sister!" ”

In Haoxue's opinion, she had never seen Xiang Chu Yunhong, an eleven or twelve-year-old child, speak so old. Sounding quite masterly, she slowly collected the aftermath of the song. turned to look at Chu Yunhong, who was smiling like a spring breeze, and shook his head indifferently: "The little girl doesn't know how to drink." ”

"How about replacing wine with tea?" Chu Yunhong said in his mouth, poured a cup of tea, handed it to Hao Xue, and said like a child, "Sister always has to give me a face-" His words were a little more coquettish, so that Hao Xue couldn't help but laugh softly.

The tea is light and the tea rhyme is long. By the time Haoxue finished drinking tea, the rain outside the window had stopped. Among the blades of grass, the croaking of insects can occasionally be heard. Pushing open the window, the air is filled with the fragrance of earth and blades of grass, and the rainy night after autumn becomes more and more quiet and peaceful.

The next morning, the fog had not yet dissipated. Chu Yunhong, who was in a daze, was gently pushed awake by Wang Qibo. He was about to ask something, but Wang Qibo gagged: "Your Highness, don't ask anything, let's go!" Wang Qibo thought, it would be good to get rid of Haoxue as soon as possible.

Who knew that Chu Yunhong was full of reluctance, Wang Qibo had no choice but to carry him downstairs on his back. It wasn't until Chu Yunhong got into the carriage that Wang Qibo gave up his hand and said: "Your Highness, forgive me, this woman's origin is unknown, I am afraid that it will delay our trip, how offended!" ”

"You still know that I am His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Chu Yunhong deliberately raised his voice, and said with resentment, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, last time Aunt Yan asked me to collect evidence of your crimes!" I'll kill you! Chu Yunhong, who had long been full of resentment towards Wang Qibo, couldn't hold back any longer.

Unexpectedly, Wang Qibo suddenly knelt on the ground and patiently explained: "Your Highness is going to Shu as a hostage, and you should think about Donglu!" That woman was hunted down, and there must have been an enemy. Your Highness is not afraid that those enemies will come to the door? Our identities can't be revealed! ”

"I don't care!" Chu Yunhong jumped out of the carriage and said in a heartfelt manner, "If you don't let me take my sister away today, I'll live here and not go anywhere!" As he spoke, he was about to bypass Wang Qibo and walk into the inn. Who knew that Wang Qibo desperately blocked in front of him, and said fiercely: "Unless Weichen is dead!" ”

Looking at Wang Qibo's expression of going to death, Chu Yunhong was completely like a ball with no confidence. He knew that no matter what Wang Qibo said, he was still a hero for the restoration of the country. It was hard work to escort him all the way. Now that Chu Yunhong said these words, he really felt guilty.

He thought about it for a long time, but finally realized that he was wrong. He turned around and personally helped Wang Qibo up: "Lord Wang, get up quickly!" It's because I'm young and ignorant, and I've never thought about this, and I'll have to work hard for Lord Wang in the future......"

"Your Highness," Wang Qibo burst into tears of gratitude when he was helped up by Chu Yunhong. At the beginning, Chu Chu Junhao asked him to stay in Shu to protect the crown prince, and he knew that he was deliberately supporting him so as to reorganize the military department. It wasn't until Wanning had a long talk with her that he knew that gaining the prince's trust was the path to the future.

Now because of a strange woman, Wang Qibo still has to thank her. If it weren't for her, Chu Yunhong wouldn't have treated him like this. He got up, paid the shopkeeper's money, and led the horses away. The wheels were gurgling, but Chu Yunhong's heart was inexplicably lost.

It's easy to find a sister who can talk, but now she has to say goodbye. Farewell? I didn't even say a word of goodbye. He lifted the curtain on the carriage and looked at the window upstairs. Sure enough, she saw Haoxue in the window, and she was also looking at herself.

But seeing Haoxue covering her face, she looked like she was crying in a low voice. Chu Yunhong was even more uncomfortable, he stretched out his hand and gestured in the air with the words of farewell. It's just that Haoxue cried even more, and Chu Yunhong simply shouted at Haoxue: "Sister, don't worry, when you get to Yingdu, I will go to you-"

The carriage went farther and farther, and Haoxue's figure gradually became blurred. Chu Yunhong looked back at the attic of the inn until he couldn't see it. He slowly lowered the curtain, and when he thought back to the days with Haoxue, he found it more and more unforgettable.

The birds chirped happily in the branches, and the mist began to disperse. Chu Yunhong woke up earlier and fell asleep groggily in the carriage. In the colorful dream, he saw Hao Xue smiling and waving at him, but when he ran over, he saw Hao Xue actually holding a dagger.

"Lord Wang, save me—" He exclaimed, waking up from his dream, but in a cold sweat. When I think back to the situation in my dream, I only feel that it is very real. But he didn't know that this dream ended up being a proverb. He would never have believed that Haoxue's identity was so unbelievable.