Qingchen got straight to the point and said, "Xian'er, when we get here, let's go our separate ways." ”

Xian'er was startled, and before she could speak, her eyes were wet: "Childe, why don't you want Xian'er to follow?" Xian'er doesn't ask for anything else, just wants to be a slave and a slave by the side of the son. I know, Childe thinks I'm a dusty woman......"

"Xian'er, I'm a daughter!" Qingchen just wanted to tell her that she was not a lifelong beloved.

Xian'er looked up at Qingchen, bit her lip, and said, "I...... In fact, I already knew. ”

She knows. "Then why do you still follow me? You don't even know my name. ”

"Xian'er's mother told Xian'er before she died, to see if a person is a good person, just look at his eyes, since she saw Gongzi...... Oh, no, the moment Miss, Xian'er knew that Miss was a good person, because Miss had eyes as clear as lake water, so Xian'er decided to follow Miss. Please don't dislike it, Miss. ”

It's also a good person, but it's just ......

"Xian'er, it's not that I dislike you, it's just that it's really inconvenient for me to take you along, and you have also seen that although we haven't met head-on with the chasing soldiers along the way, it's hard to guarantee that we won't meet again, I'm afraid that at that time, I can't protect myself."

"Strings are not afraid!"

Seeing that the strings are so resolute, it is impossible to clean the dust, and take them with you to observe for a period of time before making plans.

The two of them traveled all the way, and they were unexpectedly smooth, and they saw the desolation of Yecheng and experienced the prosperity of Jianyun, and the two stopped and stopped, and actually arrived at the center of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which is also the closest big city to the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty - Los Angeles. Xian'er seems to be quite familiar with the big cities of the Southern Tang Dynasty, according to her, she was born in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but for various reasons fled to the Great Zhou, on the way to escape, her parents died, she had to fall into the dust, but, in her memory, there are only big cities, for the rest of the Southern Tang, she has forgotten everything.

An Qingchen is still a man's dress, Xian'er is still called "Son", Qingchen is afraid that revealing his identity will cause trouble, and he calls himself Bishan Hua Qianchen, and his true identity has not even been revealed. Qingchen is very grateful to Zhou Yun for giving her an identity when she went to the household department, and now she can save a lot of trouble, but I don't know what happened to Zhou Yun.

As soon as he entered Los Angeles, Qingchen was shocked by the prosperity of the city, with its towering gates, wide main streets, tall buildings on both sides, and bustling crowds...... Compared to Kyoto in the Great Zhou, it is not bad at all.

Before An Qingchen's carriage entered the city, Nanfeng Yu got the news, and he immediately put down half of his lunch and said, "Qianli, prepare the horse!" ”

When Gu Qianli rarely saw the young master so interested, he couldn't help but ask: "Young master, where are you going?" ”

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, how could he be a slave to ask about the master's affairs.

Who knows, Nanfeng Yu not only was not angry, but also replied with a rare good temper: "Go to Los Angeles and enjoy the flowers!" ”

Gu Qian wondered when his master was interested in flowers, and he had to go to Los Angeles to enjoy the flowers, and it would take at least three hours for Shengjing to go to Los Angeles.

It's just that Nanfeng Yu has already left, and Gu Qianli has to follow quickly.

An Qingchen and Xian'er found an inn, and after setting up the carriage, they began to visit Los Angeles, which is said to be the ancient capital of the former dynasty. The two of them first went to the Xiangmanlou on the first floor of the world to have a big meal, and spent half a silver ticket to clean the dust. I also heard that the annual peony conference in Los Angeles was held today, so I decided to pay tribute to Fengya to enjoy the flowers.

When the two arrived, the Los Angeles Peony Garden was already crowded, Qingchen was very excited, she hadn't experienced such a lively scene for a long time, just like the concert scene in her previous life. Los Angeles deeply touched Qingchen's heart, it is like a handsome man in his thirties, with connotation, history, and more importantly, vitality. Qingchen decided on the spot that he wanted to settle down in this city and live a good life for ordinary people in ancient times.

At this time, I saw that everyone was surrounding a high platform, and there were various peonies on the platform. Someone on the stage picked up a pot of petals with purple in the middle and pink peonies on the outside, and said, "Purple and red!" ”

Then, I saw someone pick up the flower paper from the bamboo basket next to him and began to write hard. After inquiring, I learned that this is called the "Peony Poetry Club".

If anyone wants this pot of peonies, they have to give a peony poem, and the winner wins. Qingchen doesn't understand peony, let alone poetry, just to see the excitement, but it is also a different taste. Look at the strings again, the flower note in hand, eager to try, Qingchen sighed lightly, in the end, he is young, and he always moves forward bravely without scruples.

Seeing that a pot of good flowers has been taken away, next, the last pot appeared in front of people, the whole body of this flower is red, the petals are delicate, without a trace of flaws, the person on the stage said: "The country is fragrant." ”

Suddenly, half of the flower notes in the bamboo basket were missing.

Qingchen was stunned when she saw the peony, this flower is exactly the same as the peony in her flower hall, I remember that the first time she saw Zhou Xiao that day, it was under the peony picture, Zhou Xiao at that time, so that the sunlight was overshadowed......

How could she think of Zhou Xiao for no reason, Qingchen shook her head, and tried to concentrate on the king of flowers in this country.

Qingchen couldn't help but take a piece of flower note, picked up a pen and wrote two sentences, and let Xian'er throw it into the bamboo basket on the high platform, waiting for everyone on the high platform to review it.

The people above read it sentence by sentence, and a few old pedants read it sentence by sentence. When the poem written by Qingchen was read, everyone's expressions were different.

"Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic"

Everyone immediately talked about it, some said good poems, some said it was unbearable, and there was no definite opinion.

When Nan Fengyu arrived, it was when An Qingchen was invited to the high platform. One of the old scholars asked: "This son is so Yaxing, I don't know how the son feels when he makes these two sentences?" ”

Qingchen said secretly, these two sentences are famous sentences that everyone knows, so he didn't think much about it, and replied: "I don't have any feelings, just write it casually, if the old man feels unbearable, don't read it." ”

Nan Fengyu sat on the horse and smiled knowingly, this woman really hasn't changed at all, and her speech is still so direct.

While the old scholars were arguing, the crowd heard only one voice from behind:

The green is quiet and quiet, and the red clothes are shallow and deep.

The heart of the flower is broken, and the spring color does not know the heart.

When the old scholars heard this, they stopped arguing and said in unison: "Good poetry, good poetry, it is really a good sentence for the ages!" ”

Everyone looked back one after another, only to see a person sitting on a horse, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed his white clothes with red glow, no less than the peony on the stage, this person's appearance was amazing.

Qingchen also glanced at it casually, and felt that the look seemed familiar, and the look was also very familiar.

Nanfeng Yu came to the stage leisurely, and without any shirk, he picked up the pot of national color heavenly incense in one hand, and said, "Thank you!" Concession! ”

The other hand naturally held An Qingchen's hand tightly in his hand.