"I didn't expect Yang Gongzi to be so young."

"A small fame is not enough to make Miss worry."

"It's too humble, Xiucai Gongzi, this is the poem I just wrote two days ago, take a look at ......"

......

"Miss, please look here, I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to your lovesickness. If two people's hearts are not connected, how can they be the same? If it is changed to only wish that your heart will know my heart, understand each other, wouldn't it be heart-to-heart, and the meaning of this 'you' word is a bit demeaning to others, it is better to change it to Qing, Miss listen to it again, I only hope that your heart will know my heart, and I will live up to Qing's lovesickness. Isn't it better to read? ”

"I only hope that your heart will know my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness. Well, this change of artistic conception has indeed improved a lot. Young Master Yang, taught. ”

"Miss Shisu has won the award, Xiao Sheng took the liberty to ask, is this a poem written by Miss for her sweetheart?"

"Yang Gongzi teased, I'm only fifteen years old, and I haven't seen a few men, where can I have any sweethearts."

"Then this is ......"

"This is what I felt when I read a book by a talented and beautiful woman."

"I see, Miss's writing is straightforward and empathetic."

......

The two of them discussed poetry and articles, and there were really endless topics, Yang Muyun inadvertently looked up at the cabin, and his heart jumped: "Oh no, I don't know what time it is?" ”

Miss Zisu saw his anxious look, and her teeth showed slightly: "Childe is in a hurry?" ”

"Don't hide it, Miss, I came to Nanjing from Huzhou with my family, and my lord has an order, I must rush back to the post house before the time, otherwise I will be severely punished."

Miss Shisu widened her glamorous sheared eyes: "Young Master Yang turned out to be an errand boy in the official mansion. ”

Yang Muyun was reluctant to reveal his identity, so he coughed lightly and said: "Xiaosheng is just doing some errands temporarily, and when it is autumn in August, Xiaosheng still has to go back to participate in the township test." ”

Miss Zisu smiled: "So that's the case, with Yang Gongzi's talent, he will definitely be able to pass the township test." ”

Yang Muyun bowed: "Thank you, Miss Jiyan, it's not early, it's time for Xiaosheng to leave." ”

Miss Zisu snorted and said, "Young Master Yang, will we meet again?" ”

Yang Muyun pondered for a while: "It's not a secret, Xiaosheng was fortunate to see Miss today, he was pulled here by Song Ping and Song Gongzi, this unexpected fate is Xiaosheng's blessing, Xiaosheng still has to follow my family back to Huzhou, to be able to meet Miss, when Xiaosheng will remember it for life, how dare you ask for anything else?" ”

Miss Shisu's eyes fluttered, and she said lightly: "Then let me send my son!" ”

"Miss, everyone is far away, don't you want to go back to the room?"

"Su'er, do you believe in fate?"

"I believe, let's say, the person who meets the young lady has never exceeded a tea time, but this Yang Gongzi has been with you for two hours, and you are still reluctant to ...... him"

"What's the matter, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Miss, what you think in your heart is on your face, don't you think, I can see it clearly."

"...... Silk"

"But what? Yang Gongzi is really a humble gentleman, and you always treat Miss with courtesy. Other men will only covet Miss's beauty, and before they say a word, they just want to do something to Miss......"

"Su'er, go and inquire, which street is the post house on?"

"Yes, miss...... You won't come to the door yourself, will you? ”

"I'm just asking you to inquire, what are you doing with all this nonsense?"

"Miss, don't be angry, this Yang Gongzi is from Huzhou, and he still wants to go back to Huzhou, is it worth it for you to put so much thought into him?"

"Little hoof, say it again, see that I don't tear your mouth."

"Miss, I don't dare......"

Yang Muyun left the painting boat in the Wupeng boat, watched the painting boat drift away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. I just came out and walked around casually today, but I didn't expect to be pulled to the painting boat in a daze.

I met a beauty who was more beautiful than the fairy, every word, every smile, no matter how hard-hearted a man was, he couldn't resist it, it was really a fascination with life. What did she say, and will we see each other again? It's better not to meet, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it when I see each other again......

"Brother Yang is gone? Why didn't you stop him? Song Ping glared at Zhang Tianhe.

"He's saying goodbye to that peerless beauty, how can others bother?"

"What? The two of them are still parting, how long have they known each other? I'm going to see the butterfly rain girl, and I haven't finished drinking a cup of tea yet! And he was thrown out. ”

"Can't tell, can you? Brother Yang is not only strong in martial arts, but also has the means to deal with women beyond your Brother Song's reach! ”

"No, you can't let him go, by the way, where does he live?"

Yang Muyun shuddered, who was talking about me behind his back?

Back at the post house, Yang Muyun looked at the sky, fortunately, it was not too late, it should not be too late. When he returned to his room, Han Qi had already returned.

Han Qi looked at him, with a smile on his face, Yang Muyun said in a humble heart: "What's wrong?" Why is Brother Han looking at me like this? ”

"Where have you been?" Han Qi asked maliciously.

"Just walking around outside, what's wrong? Brother Han, am I coming back late? ”

"It's not too late, but the Lord is back," Han Qi stared into his eyes, "and besides, he told you to see him as soon as you come back." ”

Ho-sama is back? Yang Muyun's heart trembled. When Miss Shiso sent him out, the second floor of the painting boat was still noisy, and the sound of the guests ordering wine, the sound of pushing the glass and changing the lamp, and the laughter of the women like silver bells, were endless...... Why did Lord He come back so quickly?

He Qixiu's room is in the most secluded place in the post house, the room is very clean, He Qixiu is standing in front of the desk with a brush in his hand on rice paper, and he doesn't know what is written. The knock on the door sounded, very soft, He Qixiu didn't raise his head, and only spit out one word in his mouth: "Come in!" Yang Muyun walked in with a nervous mood, and saw that He Qixiu was writing, so he waited quietly aside.

He Qixiu's pen kept walking, and he still didn't look at him. Yang Muyun stood there, only to feel that the room was so quiet that it was breathless. After a long time, He Qixiu put down his pen and nodded, as if he was satisfied with what he wrote, but he still didn't say a word, and he didn't look at Yang Muyun. Yang Muyun couldn't hold his breath: "My lord......"

"Hmm......" He Qixiu didn't look up.

"The subordinates are guilty!" Yang Muyun used all his strength to say these words.

"What crime?" He Qixiu finally looked up at Yang Muyun, his face was very calm.

"Subordinates, subordinates should not linger with people in the Qinglou painting boat."

"Well, do you remember the rules I made when I first came to Nandu?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me about it!"

"Ten subordinates and other ten people can go out during the day, and they must return to the post house before the end of the night, and the violators will be punished with thirty sticks."

"You went out at night?"

"No, I didn't."

"And you came back later?"

"No, I didn't."

"And where is your sin?" He Qixiu's eyes became cold.

"Subordinate, subordinate......" Yang Muyun stammered.

He Qixiu paced to his side step by step, and Yang Muyun lowered his head.

"It's your private matter to enter the Qinglou Painting Boat, as long as you don't commit adultery, I can't interfere. But this Nandu is different from other places, it is one of the two capitals of the Ming Dynasty, and the place where the nobles of the founding of the country gathered. You may offend a person you can't afford to provoke, the Duke of Wei is the first hero of the founding of the country, and his descendants are also what you can afford to provoke? He Qixiu's words gradually became harsh.

Yang Muyun couldn't help but sweat and couldn't speak.

Looking at Yang Muyun's trembling appearance, He Qixiu's tone slowed down slightly.

"Who are you sitting with?"

"One is named Song Ping, and his father is Song Ying, Marquis of Xining; One is named Jiang Wenying, and his grandfather is Jiang Gui, Marquis of Dingxi; There is also a man named Zhang Tianhe, whose grandfather is the British Gong Zhang Fu. ”

"Hmph, your harvest is not small, no wonder you dare to do it to Wei Guogong's guards."

"The subordinates don't dare."

He Qixiu's face looked better: "They are your friends?" ”

"Sort of." Yang Muyun wanted to deny it, but as soon as he saw He Qixiu's face, he changed his mind.

"It's not a bad thing to make friends who help you," He Qixiu's eyes softened when he looked at him, "But young people must also learn to restrain themselves, and if they stand up for others, they will bring endless disasters to themselves." ”

"Yes, sir."

"You've seen everything I've done, if I have the heart to fight with Xu Tianqi, he can't compete with me, but offending the son of a Guogong Mansion for the sake of a Qinglou courtesan is not a small person's style, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, you go down. I won't punish you, but you go back and reflect on yourself. ”

"Yes, sir. The subordinates will think about it behind closed doors tomorrow. ”

He Qixiu was noncommittal: "You are so self-conscious." ”

The next day, Yang Muyun was meditating in the room, when he suddenly saw Han Qi walk in with a strange face, and stopped talking when he saw him.

Yang Muyun asked, "Brother Han, what's the matter?" ”

"Someone is going to hand you a letter."

"What about faith?"

"She said she was going to hand it over to you personally. Do you see this person? ”

Who will have a letter to give me, is it from Huzhou? Yang Muyun couldn't help asking, "Where is the person who sent the letter?" ”

Han Qi smiled evilly, went over to open the door, only to see a figure flashing, and a very handsome young man in Tsing Yi came in, the young man in Tsing Yi did not speak, glared at Han Qi, Han Qi heyed, walked out of the door and closed the door.

"Are you ......" Yang Muyun looked at her suspiciously.

"Young Master Yang forgets a lot of things, and he forgot me in just one day." The young man in Tsing Yi pouted, looking very playful and cute.

"You're Su'er." Yang Muyun suddenly realized.

"You've finally remembered." Su'er smiled brightly and glanced at the door: "Who is that person, he looks confused, and he is not a good person at first glance." ”

"He's my companion, what's wrong?"

"How do you make a companion with such a person?"

"Did he bully you?"

"Hmph, he dares, he has long seen that I am a woman, and he is crazy about me, if it weren't for my young lady to send you a letter, I would have been rude to him."

Su'er's appearance is very sweet, with two shallow dimples on her white and tender face, no wonder it is easy for people to see that she is a girl even if she wears men's clothes.

"What's wrong with your young lady?"

"I can't look for you if it's okay? The surname is Yang, all the men who have seen my young lady are lost and depressed, and they can't wait to stick to it like a shadow, you are so big on the shelf......"

Yang Muyun stopped talking, and it was better to keep his mouth shut when he provoked a machine gun from other girls.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Su'er stared at her big eyes: "Do you want the letter that my young lady gave you." ”

Yang Muyun stretched out his hand helplessly: "Where is the letter?" ”

Su'er pointed to herself: "The letter is me, and I bring the message." ”

Yang Muyun suddenly felt that he had been soaked.

Su'er said proudly: "Don't you want to ask my young lady what kind of message she brought you?" ”

Yang Muyun made up his mind not to speak again, so as not to be swept away again.

Su'er blinked her eyes and said in a low voice: "At three o'clock in the morning, my young lady and you will meet at Huaiqing Bridge on Dazhong Street." ”

Yang Muyun frowned: "I need to face the wall and think about it today, and I can't go anywhere." ”

"You ----" Su'er was so anxious that she couldn't speak for a while: "Anyway, I brought it, and you can't come if you love it." He turned around and walked away.

The door slammed shut. This girl's aura is really big.

"Shall I go or not?" Rejecting such a woman who is even more beautiful than a heavenly immortal, Yang Muyun was a little unsettled in his heart.

"Alas, you still won, I can't refuse you." Yang Muyun sighed secretly.

Huaiqing bridgehead.

"Miss, shall we go back? He said that he had to think about it, what are you waiting for him to do, I said, you have to put up a shelf and let him come to you, this is good, people are putting up a score. "Su'er is still dressed in men's clothes. Beside her, Miss Shiso was dressed in a lilac-colored gown and a moon-white scholar's scarf.

"He had to face the wall and think, why? Whether anyone wants to punish him or not, it's all my fault, he was late for him to go back yesterday, no, I have to go and see him. "The delicate body turned slightly, and he was about to leave quickly.

"Miss, where are your usual reserves?" Su'er stomped her foot slightly, and was about to chase after her.

I saw that the young lady stopped in surprise, her tender cherry lips opened slightly, and a pair of seductive sheared eyes stared ahead without blinking.

Su'er followed the young lady's gaze and her eyes widened in surprise.

I saw Yang Muyun wearing a water-colored robe and swaggering over.

"You're here?" Miss Shiso was a little shy.

"Well, I can't help but come to see you." Yang Muyun was also a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't anyone embarrass you?" Miss Shiso asked.

"I'm just afraid I'll embarrass you." Yang Muyun's voice was a little low.

The air around them instantly froze, and the two people were like playing dumb riddles.

"I heard that you were punished and thought about it, I'm afraid you won't be able to come."

"I also want to think about it, but unfortunately I'm not a monk."

Miss Shiso smiled, smiling charmingly.

"You don't regret it?"

"If I don't come, I will regret it even more," Yang Muyun lowered his voice, "I only hope that your heart will know my heart, and I will live up to my love." ”

Miss Shiso's delicate body shook slightly, and she smiled even more charmingly.