Surrounded by dozens of peach trees, with a little flower bones, the end is like a beautiful painting.

It's just that the gaze is shifted a little, and the tomb rising in a bulging clearing on the side looks a little stunning.

In front of the grave, a man with fluttering clothes was staring at the grave in front of him.

"The tomb of my beloved wife Jiuniang."

There are a few big characters written on it, and the person who signed the money is him.

It's just that Lu Chensheng knew that the person who made the payment was not himself, and it took him a moment to understand his situation, and he knew that he had crossed over.

A plausible ancient world.

The person in the grave was the wife of the predecessor, and the two were not married, and Jiu Niang died of illness due to overwork.

The predecessor, who had nothing to rely on, also fell in front of this grave not long after Jiu Niang died of illness, and Lu Chensheng, who had crossed over, occupied this body.

The surrounding peach trees were all planted by him, and Guy Jiuniang liked peach trees very much.

In other words, the predecessor wrote a few well-known peach blossom poems, and Jiuniang, who loves the house and Wuxia, also likes the peach tree very much.

Lu Chensheng promised her that he would plant peach trees next to the two people's residences, so that Jiuniang could see peach blossoms every day and eat peaches in July.

It's just that half of the peach tree has been planted, but the people are gone, but Lu Chensheng is still planting the peach tree, because Jiu Niang likes it.

After a brief understanding of the situation of the predecessor, Lu Chensheng's eyes looked at this tomb with a slightly complicated look.

Although he occupied this body, this trace of obsession was left to him.

If you don't plant a few peach trees every year, I'm afraid it won't work, which is the obsession left by the predecessor.

Lu Chensheng sighed, looked at some pen and ink on the side, and a few pieces of letter paper written to his deceased wife.

After thinking slightly, Lu Chensheng took the pen and ink, and the elegant font appeared on the paper with one hand.

"The twilight spring comes late, and the peach trees are planted before the hundred flowers and the years, and they bloom when the intestines are broken."

There was no fire fold around, which made him have no way to burn it to Jiuniang underground, Lu Chensheng picked up a small pebble and pressed the paper on the tombstone, letting the light wind blow the paper to hunt.

After cleaning up gently, Lu Chensheng turned around and walked towards a thatched house on the bank of the river.

On the banks of the creek there is a small lake-like pool, and thatched huts are built on it.

This is a thatched house that Lu Chensheng spent some money to build, and Jiu Niang made some embroidery in such a thatched house at that time, and sold it for some money for the predecessor to be admitted to Xiucai.

Seeing this thatched house, the beauty seemed to be right in front of him, which made Lu Chensheng's reflexive heart feel a little painful.

Pressing some obsessions in his heart, Lu Chensheng stepped aside and washed his face with some water.

A handsome face is reflected in the clear water, a pair of sword eyebrows with a pair of starry eyes, a face like a crown of jade, and a peerless appearance of a son, such a peerless beautiful man, in modern times, any face on the video can attract countless fans.

is handsome, if this person is not himself, Lu Chensheng is afraid that he will be jealous of who can look like this.

After cleaning, Lu Chensheng walked to the thatched house, and the things in the house were very simple.

There is a quilt on a bed, but the cotton in the quilt has become a lump of lumps, which looks a little stiff.

Underneath was some straw covered with a black cloth, even if it was a sheet.

When I opened the rice bowl, there was a thin layer of white rice that had bottomed out.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Chensheng rubbed his forehead with a headache, he had just crossed over, I was afraid that he was going to starve himself to death, right?

As far as I can remember, it seems that I don't have any money left, and this is the only little ration left.

His stomach was already rumbling at this time, Lu Chensheng got a little rice up, and barely cooked a bowl of porridge with the dilapidated iron pot on the side.

He didn't dare to cook all the rice, and it was still necessary to leave a little ration when he didn't know much about the surroundings.

After a bowl of porridge full of soup was put into the stomach, the stomach finally stopped rebelling.

Lu Chensheng thought for a while and was ready to go out to learn about the nearby city, but on the other side.

The pebble that pressed the letter paper was thrown down by the blowing letter paper at this time, and the letter paper drifted away with the wind, and it actually stumbled to the edge of the avenue.

A carriage just about to enter the city seemed to be resting.

The letter happened to fall on the side of the carriage.

"Hey, where did this paper and ink come from?"

When the maid saw that something seemed to be written on this paper, she immediately looked at it with some curiosity.

It's just that she can't read, but she doesn't know what is written, and in the carriage, a pair of jade hands slowly lifted the curtain.

"If you have enough rest, go into the city, so as not to make your uncle anxious."

It was as if the sound of a clear spring dripping jade sounded, and just by virtue of the voice, people felt that the owner of this voice was definitely a gentle person.

The maid nodded when she heard this, but hurriedly handed over the paper and ink in her hand.

"Miss, I don't know where the paper floated just now, and it seems that there is a poem written on it."

Poem?

Hearing this, the person was slightly stunned, and then there was a trace of interest.

In this era of great prosperity in poetry, whether the poetry is good or bad, it will make people want to taste it.

Carefully took the paper, and the curtain was lowered again.

The maid waited a little anxiously outside, but after the paper was put in, there was no sound inside.

"Miss?"

The maid waited for a while, and after not seeing her young lady's voice for a long time, she asked with some strange probe.

"What scholars can you see around?"

The people inside finally had some reactions, and asked with a hint of strangeness in their tones.

"Miss, there were a few woodcutters passing by just now, but there was no one in this scholar, who was talking about where there would be any scholars in such a place, and he didn't come to such a place."

The maid responded.

In the carriage, people stared at the poem in their hands with beautiful eyes, and their eyes were full of brilliance, just by a quick glance, they could feel the deep sadness in the poem.

What kind of scholar would a person who can make such poems be?

As the saying goes, most people are readers, but this scholar seems to be a little different?

It's a pity that I didn't see anyone around who wrote this poem, so I can only go back and inquire.

Anyway, there are not many people who can write such poems, and it should be easy to inquire if they want to inquire.

Thinking of this, she immediately instructed the generals who followed, signaling that they could leave.

The general did not dare to slack off, and waved his whip to drive the carriage to continue to the city not far ahead.

At this time, Lu Chensheng didn't know what was happening here, and he was just about to go out and found that he was in trouble.