Xiao Nanshuo seemed to be angry and left, at least Su Yunge thought so.

Be angry, be angry, it's best to take back the marriage statement from King Muqing in a fit of anger.

She does not deny that she has a crush on him.

But it didn't get to the point where he had to.

Compared with Xiao Nanshuo, the king of ink, she is still more inclined to Rong Qianxun, the king of Dingbei.

She is by Rong Qianxun's side, very peaceful and comfortable, it seems that the spring breeze in March is just like that.

Inadvertently, he opened the book on the table, frowned, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

Hurriedly flipped through other books.

"Master, what are you looking for?"

Ruoju saw the sound of Su Yunge churning in the room, and couldn't help but speak curiously.

Su Yunge paused, then turned his head and asked softly:

"What about my old drawings and words?"

Ruoju smiled coquettishly, "Master, why did you forget, you cleaned up the house that day, and you asked me to receive it from Qingxin Pavilion." ”

Su Yunge nodded, and then ran out of the door again, and when he swept past Ruoju's side, he also brought a gust of wind.

Ruoju looked at Su Yunge's impatient back and couldn't help but feel a little weird.

It's going to be lunchtime, what are you looking for for those things?

Su Yunge came to the Qingxin Pavilion, and the Qingxin Pavilion was still deserted as usual.

She really didn't know about this Qingxin Pavilion, so she came to explore it when she first arrived, and she thought it was nothing special.

But that doesn't seem to be the case anymore.

As she thought, she pushed open the door of the Pure Heart Pavilion, and there was a squeak, and the door, which seemed to be a long time old, made that ancient babbling sound.

Su Yunge looked at the book pavilion that seemed to be old, and there was a musty smell in the room, which was the smell of books that had been left for too long.

She casually climbed the first floor, all of which were ancient wonders or something.

She remembered that there was still a second floor in this Qingxin Pavilion, so she picked up her clothes and walked towards the second floor.

The foot stepped on the staircase, and the wooden staircase shook slightly, making a creaking sound.

After a corner, a bright burst of sunlight made her a little uncomfortable.

After getting used to the light, Su Yunge put down the hand in front of her, and she looked forward carefully. Shu Yu Shirt

Rows of bookshelves are all made of fine camphor wood.

Each row of shelves has a word written on it.

The first row is written 'Wan' in upright italics, and the second row is written 'Jade' in flowing willow script......

Su Yunge watched row by row until he was in the back row.

It was written in uninhibited cursive with the word 'cloud'.

It is said that people are like their words.

Looking at the arrogant and uninhibited words, she knew that this row of bookshelves belonged to Su Yunge.

The children of the Su family, each with their own separate bookshelves, to put their own books and picture scrolls.

The second floor of this pavilion is not as dilapidated as the first floor, nor does it have the unpleasant musty smell of the first floor.

On the carved mahogany panes, the sunlight shines directly into the room, shining on the wooden floor, shining with a warm streamer.

The house is filled with a fresh smell of books, revealing the quiet classical beauty.

Su Yunge slowly brushed the ninth row of bookshelves with his slender fingers.

She closed her eyes, the tip of her nose filled with the smell of books.

Her fingertips brushed over the rows of books, and she seemed to feel that Su Yunge in the past had carefully placed the books she had read, the paintings she had drawn, and the words she had written.

She seems to be able to feel that Su Yunge was here before, writing her pride, her ambition, her backbone, and her love.

Su Yunge casually took out a book, and the paper of the book was already slightly yellowed.

She flipped through it, and it was that strange thing.

This kind of book should be used to relieve boredom.

She looked up and saw a scroll or something on top of the shelf, presumably a framed painting.

She jumped lightly and pulled a pair down.

The scroll slowly unfolds.

The breath of ink, the mountains and water, beside a lake, there seem to be two figures drinking and composing poems.

Under the scroll, Su Yunge was not surprised to see two lines of poetry.

She took the painting closer, and saw that the verse was written in the wolf's hair of wild grass:

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

"Tao Yuanming?"

Su Yunge frowned and muttered.

There was a trace of incomprehension in her eyes, a trace of solemnity, and then she put the scroll away with a bang.

She hurriedly walked out of the Qingxin Pavilion with the scroll, came to her courtyard, grabbed Ruoju who was pruning the flowers and leaves, and asked anxiously:

"Do you know Tao Yuanming?"

Ruoju was startled by Su Yunge's sudden movements, and her scissors for pruning flowers and leaves almost fell to the ground.

"Master, what's wrong with you? In such a hurry? ”

Su Yunge squeezed her arm and said urgently:

"Don't ask, tell me, do you know the person Tao Yuanming?"

Linlang shook her head a little stunned.

"Tao Yuanming? Who's that? The prince or the general? Why do I want to know him? ”

Su Yunge frowned when he heard Ruoju's answer, and the doubts in his heart became thicker and thicker.

"You really don't know Tao Yuanming?"

Ruoju nodded, and there was a hint of affirmation in her words.

"Sure!"

"What about Li Bai?" Su Yunge seemed to be unwilling to give up, and asked again.

Ruoju still shook her head.

"I don't know. Master, what's wrong with you? How do you ask irrelevant people? ”

Su Yunge's heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss, and he fell deeply.

It seems that Tao Yuanming and Li Bai do not have this in another world, and yes, how can it be possible for two people who are so amazing? Where is it? Only the water and soil of Greater China can raise such two people!

However, why did the original Su Yunge write their verses?

Don't......

Su Yunge shook his wrist, and he shook off the scroll with a 'bang'.

"Do you know this painting?"

Ruoju tilted her head and looked at the painting on Su Yun's singer.

"Zhilu Dao! This is what you drew four years ago, master! ”

"Four years ago?"

Su Yunge muttered in a low voice.

The current Su Yunge is sixteen years old, and he was only twelve years old when he missed it, no matter how talented he is, no matter how talented he is, he shouldn't have such insight and state of mind at the age of twelve.

The words of the poem are full of sadness that sees through the world, and they all have that wild and uninhibited arrogance.

It is said that people are like their words.

How could a twelve-year-old man, who could still be called a child, have such a sadness to see through the world and that wild and uninhibited arrogance.

There is only one possible answer.

Su Yunge originally crossed over.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you?" Ruoju looked at Su Yunge's somewhat stunned appearance, and couldn't help shouting.

Su Yunge heard Ruoju's shout, and he came back to his senses.

"Nothing."

As she spoke, she rolled up the scroll and walked towards her bedroom.

The sunlight outlined her slender back, making her more and more illusory and ethereal, as if faintly about to ride the wind.

"Master."

Looking at the ethereal and illusory back, Ruoju couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and she hurriedly shouted.

"Huh? What's up? Su Yunge turned his head and looked at her suspiciously.

"Don't forget to go to the hall for dinner later, they are all waiting for you, master." Ruoju looked at Su Yunge's cool and clear eyes, and the panic in her heart disappeared.

Su Yunge nodded, signaling that he understood.

She held the scroll tightly in her right hand and walked towards the bedroom.

She was thrilled by what she had just learned.

If the original Su Yunge was also the person who crossed over, then she would be a little closer to her invisibly, and she would have a more intimate relationship.

Although I can't see it anymore, there is still a feeling: the townsman sees the fellow, and the tears are in my eyes.

If the original Su Yunge was from the same country as her, she must have left something useful for her, and maybe there would be clues to go home.

If the original Su Yunge could leave any useful information, it would really help her.

"Your Mu Hanyun still loves you, if you know, will you feel much more comfortable in your heart, and will you be much happier in the kingdom of heaven."

Su Yunge looked up at the sky and whispered softly towards the void.

"How could you fall in love with Mu Hanyun?" Su Yunge muttered.

Could it be that the people who fall in love with the travelers have to have a relationship with the royal family? This continent where the strong are respected is no exception.

"I will take your place, live, live well, live."

Su Yunge said softly.

She believed in her heart that the owner of this body must be from the same country as her.

Since she continues to live here in place of 'her', then before she finds her way home, she will definitely live well, still live wildly and uninhibitedly, just like that word, chic and wanton.

It wasn't until this moment that she felt that she had found her heart's home and found the reason for her existence. She put the scroll on the bedside table with that joyful mood, when suddenly there was a sound of wind in her ears.

She looked back alarmedly.

I saw that at the windowsill, a figure sat quietly against the window, the sun reflected on his side face, cold and handsome.

"Xiao Nanshuo?"

Su Yunge raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of joy crossed his eyes, and there was joy in his words that he couldn't even notice.

She wondered in her heart, Xiao Nanshuo rarely appeared in that blue sky and white day, let alone when the sun was so bright.

When he appeared, it was either dusk and sunset, or the cold night starlight.

It's good that Half Moon doesn't appear, and as soon as it appears, it surprises her in the daytime.

"Are you happy today?"

Xiao Nanshuo's eyebrows and eyes were full of indifferent aura, and his words also revealed his unique coldness.

Su Yunge nodded, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That's right! Do you see that? ”

Xiao Nanshuo just turned his head sideways and didn't answer.

"What? Can I be so happy when I'm not around? He said lightly.

Although Xiao Nanshuo's words were extremely bland, Su Yunge felt a strange feeling in his heart when he heard it,

How does Xiao Nanshuo say this...... How do you sound a little awkward?