The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed.

……

Pick up the charcoal and draw a bunch of small pieces of duckweed on the white paper. Immediately, a few small flowers were quickly outlined, a bay of flowing water, and a fisherman sitting on the shore obsessively.

Shaking his head, Zhang Qian looked out the window, his face full of sunshine.

It was Qingjing, not Qingqing, and he finally figured out the other party's name. It's just that the process is a bit humiliating.

Yesterday afternoon, when she gently grabbed the war horse and dyed her cheeks, he actually asked in a ghostly manner: "Qingqing girl, have you lost something?" ”

Embarrassment, embarrassment!

All the embarrassments of the two lives add up, I'm afraid there is no more than that moment yesterday.

Fortunately, she was more honest than all the girls he had ever met in the twenty-first century, and after being slightly stunned, she jumped off the mount neatly and shook her head with a smile: "Dare to teach Brother Zhao to know, my name is Qingjing, not Qingqing." The name was chosen with the help of my uncle, and it is said to be from the Book of Songs. ”

In an instant, the sun was shining and the wind was soft......

"Jagged wattles, flowing left and right. My Fair Lady, the ...... you are looking for" raised her pen and wrote a few lines of poetry next to the picture, Zhang Qian smiled with happiness on her face.

Do you need more languages, definitely not. is also a liberal arts student, the first article in the "Book of Songs", he still memorized "Ju Dove".

So, the heart that wandered for two time and space was no longer lonely.

In fact, what he said before was not completely wrong, she did use the excuse of dropping something, branching out of her companions and maids, and turned around and ran back.

So, yesterday afternoon, the time left for her to be alone with him was short, short. It was so short that he had just mustered up his courage and took her hand. She had already jumped back onto her mount with a red face, and disappeared into the distant call of the call.

Did I really hold her hand yesterday? Raising his hand and looking at it carefully, Zhang Qian's eyes were full of seeming, probably, and uncertain!

However, in the palm of his hand, there is still a faint trace of residual warmth.

"Three years!" He picked up his pen again, and beside the fisherman, he wrote down a deadline vigorously. Then, with a long breath, his face gradually became solemn.

The time left for her and him yesterday was short, but it had already given him enough information.

The girl's name is Yang Qingxun, and she was born in Hongnong Yang's family. His father's surname is Yang Mingju, and the official worships the governor of Shanzhou. Grandfather Yang Qi, in the official worship, also served as the Pingzhang political affairs in the Wu Zetian era.

The Tibetan envoy proposed marriage, and the Tang Dynasty was riddled with holes, unable to deal with the entanglement of the Tubo and Turkic families at the same time. Therefore, in April this year, Li Xian made the daughter of Li Shouli, the king of Yong, that is, his niece Li Qianqian, considered a righteous daughter, and named the princess of Jincheng and promised the king of Tubo as the queen.

At this time, Princess Jincheng was nine years old and young and weak.

In order to express the loyalty of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shouli, the heir of the Yong Dynasty, made a friend Yang Ju, so he gave his youngest daughter as the princess's concubine, and the Tang Emperor Li Xian gave it to the King of Tubo.

"Forgive me with Brother Zhao, it's not that Qingjing is not ashamed. I didn't ask you for confirmation, so I took it upon myself to tell my grandfather how he felt about you! "The words of the ruby girl Yang Qingjing are gentle and decisive." It's just Qingjing, there is no time to delay. So, you can only gamble once, you feel exactly the same way I feel about me, and I feel about you! ”

"No, no, I really don't. These days, I've been guessing, guessing your mind. It's just, I'm just not sure! "The girl who didn't meet the Tang Dynasty was so bold, Zhang Qian's answer at the time was a little incoherent.

"Grandfather said that he used all his strength to delay the princess's marriage for three years at most. Within three years, if the Tubo people can't control their greed and raise troops to invade our Tang border again, the marriage will naturally be stopped! At that time, I hope to use Brother Zhao not to dislike the little sister Lao Zhuhuang! ”

After all, she is the daughter of Jiangmen, no matter how shy she is, what she says is categorical.

"In my hometown, a woman can only marry at the age of twenty. Earlier than this time, the law of the country does not allow it! "The ghost makes the god poor, or the brain is wrong, at that time, Zhang Qian's answer was not gentle at all.

Obviously, Yang Qingjing, a ruby girl, doesn't know where his hometown is. I don't believe that in this world, there is really a country that would delay a woman's marriage so late. However, she still felt the sincerity hidden behind these words.

So, smiling lightly, she turned around and walked to the mount, with her back to him, trying not to let him see the tears in the corners of her eyes, "Three years later, if Tubo can't bear to come to the border, and the court has no intention of leaving Princess Jincheng." Brother Zhao, please forgive me, please forgive my little sister for not being blessed......"

"I've been trying to find a way to ruin this marriage, ever since I saw you jump on horseback that day!" His words blurted out, still without the slightest tenderness. It seems that he doesn't know what gentleness is, and he doesn't know how to make a girl happy.

However, at this moment, such words are more heartwarming than any vow.

"Don't worry, three years is enough! I'm a descendant of Qin Mo. The previous generation of moments could be used by one person to stop the soldiers of a country. What is just Tibet? After three years, if anyone wants to take you away from me, I will definitely let him see what it means to turn the world upside down! ”

That's right, when he said this, he did chase after her and held her hand tightly. As if doing so, she could feel her own strength.

And her hand was also tightly clasped with his, and in an instant, the joints turned white and her body trembled.

She knew that she was not as brave as she had just appeared.

He also knows that turning the world upside down is not easy.

However, some promises, since they have been spoken, are like vows, the sea is rotten and will never be changed!

"Whew-" He exhaled a long breath at the rising sun, and put away the memories in his mind and the happiness and sorrow in his heart. Zhang Qian put down his pen and began to examine his capital.

The medicine is still on consignment, but it doesn't belong to you anymore.

The high imitation green water ghost should still be able to use it for a few years, but in addition to exchanging money and looking at time, the help it can bring to itself is very limited.

The small Swiss Army knife, used to trim the peel and perform surgery, is the best choice, used to kill or fight, it is simply a joke.

As for mobile phones and solar chargers, judging from the length of the last few charging times, Zhang Qian is very soberly aware that these two "magic weapons" may not last for three years.

"Huh-" sighed softly again, Zhang Qian began to understand why the old fox Yang Qi always reported to himself the attitude of "there are dates and no dates to hit three poles".

Compared to the times and countries, everyone is as small as a grain of dust.

The reason why the old fox helped him was only because of the guilt he felt for his granddaughter. From beginning to end, what the old fox really hoped for was that the Tubo people themselves could not control their greed and would raise troops to attack within three years. Instead of Zhang, the foundationless eight-grade master book, who can overthrow the country's peace policy.

If within three years, Tubo suddenly raised troops to invade the country. Princess Jincheng naturally doesn't have to marry far away, and Yang Qingjing can regain her freedom. At that time, Zhang's official position is just not big or small, and the Hongnong Yang family will marry his granddaughter, who is already older in this era, to him, and it will not be a loss!

And if the Tibetans really control their greed, they will no longer raise troops to invade the country within three years. For the old fox, he also did his best, and he could send his granddaughter to the carriage of marriage without guilt. For the Hongnong Yang family, even if they are concubines, they are married to the king of a land, and the two parties are also a good match.

"Bastard!" Whispering a curse to his future father-in-law, Zhang Qian grabbed the charcoal pen and grinded it on the inkstone.

The charcoal could not withstand the pressure and quickly shattered. Zhang Qian rubbed it with his fingers and nodded with satisfaction.

Charcoal is readily available, sulfur and saltpeter, and is available in pharmacies. It's time to build a big killer, and if you don't use it right away, at least be prepared.

Thinking of this, he resolutely raised his head, and prepared to instruct the housekeeper to buy sulfur and saltpeter for himself in the name of alchemy. saw that the little fat man Ren Cong didn't know what to wait for, and was already standing quietly at the door of the house.

"When did you come over? Looking for me? Zhang Qian was taken aback, and his brows quickly wrinkled into pimples.

"As soon as I arrived, I saw that my senior brother was painting, so I didn't dare to say anything!" Without feeling Zhang Qian's unhappiness at all, the little fat man Ren Cong pointed to the white paper on the table and explained with a smile.

"If you have something, just say it, don't be scary like a ghost in the future!" Knowing that the little fat man was a scheming person, Zhang Qian couldn't be angry with him, glared at this person fiercely, and urged loudly.

"Senior brother's painting skills, are they also passed down from the master?" The little fat man Ren Cong only shrank his neck to show fear. Then he walked in with a smile, pointed to the fisherman on the picture, and continued to get to the bottom of it, "Senior brother, what is this painting?" I know both vegetables and flowers. What's the black pile next to here, how does it look like a toad?! Oops, senior brother spare his life! Come on, the senior brother is angry and angry, and he kills people and kills people-"