On the official road, the hub of the car, the captain of the car is like a dragon, which shows the prosperity of the century-old family.

The mottled city gate of Tianguan County gradually disappeared from sight, and Yuan Lingjun was lying on the carriage with his head resting on his hands and his hands on the lid of the wooden box, although it was hard to death, it was much more comfortable than the creaking broken donkey cart.

Yuan Lingjun closed her eyes and bathed in the morning light, she had been pondering one thing, no appearance and no identity, how Zhao Dalang persuaded the Xu family to bring them to meet with Pingshui with his three-inch tongue.

A thin donkey and a broken car were the biggest belongings that Zhao Dalang brought out of the village, or they were rented, and they repeatedly promised to return them completely, just in order to board the big boat of the Xu family, they ruthlessly abandoned the donkey cart in the pavilion.

The Xu family is famous for its virtue and is praised by the world, so naturally they will not refuse the two "master and servant" who "walked for half a month to reach Tianguan County". With Xu Qiniang's permission, the steward of the Xu family arranged for Zhao Dalang and the other stewards who escorted the outfit to a car, and Yuan Lingjun shared a car with the rough slaves and maids of the Wang family.

Sitting with Yuan Ling was a girl, with her hair combed, her legs dangling back and forth outside the car, and her lips closed together.

A white cloud floated slowly. The girl was still muttering, Yuan Lingjun felt weird, and after listening carefully, it was really not right, and couldn't help but correct: "Although the matter is small, don't do it." ”

"Sister can also carry it?" The girl looked at her curiously.

She would only say a few words. Yuan Lingjun laughed dryly: "Little girl, you already have a very good back." ”

"It was taught by Sanniang, she said that women should be literate and learn words, there are Sanniangzi personally taught, most of the servants in the house can read and write, and some can even be danqing, I have the worst qualifications, only learn a few words, the difference is too far."

Yuan Lingjun rolled his eyes: "Who is Sanniang?" ”

"It's Wang Sanniang, and her name is Beihua." Surprised, the girl craned her neck to the front of the convoy and pointed to one of the simply decorated carriages, "Look, it's in that car." ”

Yuan Lingjun glanced at it and chewed the quinoa root.

The huge convoy walked slowly and hurriedly, walked on the official road for as many as seven or eight days, and arrived safely in Baling County in the early morning of the ninth day.

Yuan Lingjun sat in the trunk and watched everyone unload their clothes, the housekeeper of the Xu family was fighting with the pavilion post over the hot soup problem, and Zhao Dalang ran back and forth inside and outside the pavilion, and he didn't care that his robe was dirty and wrinkled.

Seeing that Yuan Ling had nothing to do, Zhao Dalang shouted dissatisfiedly: "Liuniang, come and help." Yuan Lingjun reluctantly came down from the gan to help.

Busy until noon, the two hurriedly ate a few bites of food in the pavilion, before going to school, Zhao Dalang specially said goodbye to Wang and Xu's two girls, after coming out of the pavilion, Yuan Ling led Zhao Dalang all the way into the city, along the way are towering apricot trees, clouds and clouds.

In front of the suburban palace building, the guards stopped the two, Zhao Dalang handed over the letter and tokens, the man glanced twice, and went to the door to report.

"What did you give him?" It's definitely not Zhen Chuanting's letter of recommendation, and the letter is still in her baggage.

"I asked the to write a letter of instruction." Zhao Dalang said.

And Xu Jiapan attached relationship, it sounds quite a story, Zhao Dalang who went to the mountain temple to find a letter of recommendation got lost, and happened to meet Wang Xu's convoy on the road, so he took him back to the museum, Zhao Dalang thanked Xu Qiniang for his kindness, and the frequent courtesies on the way seemed to have a reasonable explanation, as for the book, Xu Qiniang and Zhao Dalang talked a few times, and felt that the other party was a rare talent, and encountered twists and turns, so he gave another grace to help him enter the office as soon as possible.

Yuan Lingjun came out to guide Zhao Dalang to see the doctor of calligraphy, and asked the unrelated person Yuan Lingjun to wait outside, Yuan Lingjun was eating weak tea while waiting for Zhao Dalang to come out to arrange her return journey.

When Zhao Dalang came out again, Yuan Lingjun drank a stomach of tea, and Zhao Dalang was in a hurry, only stuffing her with a bag of copper coins, and he was so hurried that he didn't bother to explain a word.

Yuan Lingjun rolled his eyes, left Shuxue with the tinkling money bag, and stood at the fork in the road with a hesitant face.

Countless carriages came and passed by, and Yuan Lingjun hesitated for a moment and followed behind the car.

Yuan Lingjun left Baling County a few years ago, and successively went to Jiangnan and Donghai, and after being recalled, he was directly assigned to baboon village for agricultural service, and never left Tianguan County for half a step.

Yuan Lingjun looked up at the sky, and from time to time a woman with a sword at her waist passed by. It seems that women's saber travel has been thoroughly penetrated into the people.

Criminal law and rules are like these apricot trees, deeply rooted in the ground and unshakable. The trees are lush, the shade covers the sky, and whether there are thousands of carmine apricot trees that have gone through a hundred years of wind and rain and vicissitudes, or more, no one has really counted them, and no one knows.

In the Southern Dynasties, the two kingdoms of Chen and Jin were big states, Chen had the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the waves and fog, and the Jin country had mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and the Jin bones were romantic. The people of the world love Lin'an and Baling of the Jin Kingdom the most, Lin'an is rich, the four seasons are like spring, Baling is beautiful, and the red apricot rouge rain is the most. Every year in the spring and autumn seasons, travelers from all over the world come from afar, pour into the two cities to visit the detention brigade, look for bosom friends, visit friends and discuss the Tao, write poems and paintings, and see the prosperous spring of the imperial city of Lin'an, and the rouge rain of Changshan Baling.

There is no way back to home, and there is only this young king in the world.

Yuan Lingjun raised his head to look at the sky, under the blue and clear sky, the wall was green branches, and the yellow fruit was oval.

Unconsciously came to the Lu Gongfu again, what fruit did it bear on the branches? Yuan Lingjun wanted to find out, so he brought a few stones and stacked them under the wall, and quickly turned over and climbed up the wall.

It was a thorn tree, full of sour dates, within reach, the thorn tree was facing an open window, a beautiful young man in gorgeous clothes sat next to the window, he lay down on the desk and swayed to his heart's content, frowned and shook his head for a while, and smiled again, as if he was not satisfied with the impromptu splash of ink on the drawing paper, so he crumpled the painting paper into a ball and threw it out of the window.

The girl who picked the fruit was stunned, and a sour jujube fell down and jumped into the lotus tank next to the root of the wall, making a soft "bang".

When the young man heard the prestige, his eyes met each other, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The beautiful boy narrowed his eyes, threw his pen and walked out, and said coldly to the girl who was sitting on the wall stealing the fruit: "Yuan Liu, you climbed the wall again to steal my dates." ”

"The longer a person grows, the more beautiful he becomes, but the amount of energy becomes smaller and smaller...... Lu Meiren, aren't we good at bamboo horses, this kind of friendship is not as good as a few sour dates on the tree? Yuan Lingjun picked up a sour jujube and fed it into his mouth, chewed it and spit out the sour jujube skin, "It's really good." Would you like a few too? ”

The Baling courtiers didn't know where the lord was, but her sudden appearance today was enough to dispel everyone's doubts, at least it could show that the lord was not in danger of his life, and the concubine was not against her, which was more important than anything else.

"There has been no news for half a year, and now I am willing to come back, please tell me where I am going next, although you and I are good horses, but we have not been able to communicate with each other, it is a pity." She really doesn't take people seriously, and every time she thinks of this, Lu Yaoxue is so angry that she has a toothache.

"I can't tell you the truth." Yuan Lingjun pretended to be melancholy.

"Let's go, let's go, you won't kneel at the ancestral hall with me a lot less." Lu Yaoxue was greatly displeased, waved her sleeves, and turned sideways.

"Sounds like a pity. But my father didn't allow me to come back, and I had to rush back for the autumn harvest, haha, Lu Meiren, you definitely can't imagine how rice is grown. Yuan Lingjun said smugly.

Hearing her say this, Lu Yaoxue noticed that her makeup was very weird, and suddenly realized: "Yuan Liu, you are causing trouble outside again!" ”

"What did I say, I was just young and ignorant, and I didn't mean to do something...... Then, reward you. Yuan Lingjun dropped a handful of dates.

Reward? This is his family's dates. The young man caught them one by one, held them in his hands distressedly, touched one and peeled them off and ate them, his face was wrinkled, and his teeth were sore.

"It's not delicious, but it's still satisfying. Let's make these for me to chew on the road. In the young man's incredulous eyes, Yuan Lingjun picked all the sour dates closest to him and put them in his clothes, and muttered twice unsatisfied.

"I'm leaving, I'll keep the rest for me, don't eat it all."

Yuan Lingjun waved his hand in a chic manner, turned his back, jumped off the wall, fell face down and ate mud, and scattered sour dates on the ground.

"If you don't go to the main gate, you want to go up the wall and fall your face, who is used to it."

Someone's schadenfreude sound came from the other side of the wall.

Yuan Lingjun rubbed his face, rubbed his chest, picked up the sour dates that were scattered around one by one, and sat in place eating dates and thinking about where to go.