Poor Xuanyuan Hanmo was deceived by Zongzhengshu with a pile of silver tickets, and was following Nalan Lan into the academy in frustration.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zong Zhengshu, an old guy sitting in the lobby, watching the candidates take the exam.

Furious, he was about to rush up and catch the old guy and get the silver ticket back.

Nalan Lan pulled him back.

"Don't be impulsive, you rush up like this, you have no evidence, you don't have to go back, and you will give the possibility of a backbite."

Hearing Nalan Lan's words, Xuanyuan Hanmo endured this breath and lined up according to the normal process.

Zong Zhengshu, who was sitting on it, saw that he didn't rush up to him to theorize, nodded, and then spoke.

"Boy, you don't have to line up, your test has passed under the mountain, come here to me, don't stand in that position."

Xuanyuan Hanmo heard that Zongzheng actually kept his promise, and happily walked to Zong Zhengshu, and whispered: "I didn't expect you to keep your promise."

Zong Zhengshu didn't speak, touched his beard, and commanded the people around him.

"Xiao Cai, take this kid to Fengren Courtyard."

"Yes, Chief."

Xuanyuan Han followed happily.

But he walked and walked, and reminisced.

"Madhouse?!"

It's a scary name.

Xuanyuan Hanmo hurriedly asked the person who led the way.

"Big brother, please stay!"

The person leading the way stopped and asked Xuanyuan Hanmo suspiciously.

"Childe, what's the matter? Kazein-in Temple is right in front. ”

Xuanyuan Hanmo took out a silver ticket from his arms and stuffed it into his hand.

"Big brother, I want to ask, who are the people living in this madhouse?"

The person who led the way didn't look at how many, and skillfully stuffed the silver ticket into his arms.

"Childe, this Fengren Courtyard is a separate small courtyard, which was lived by the former students of the mountain chief, and now they have all finished their studies and left."

"At present, only Childe is staying in, Childe, please rest assured that no one will disturb you."

"Childe, please follow, the mountain chief is still waiting for me to go back and serve left and right."

After the leader finished speaking, he continued to walk.

Xuanyuan Hanmo had no choice but to continue walking.

He comforted himself in his heart, at least he only lived in the "madhouse".

When I walked to the front of the courtyard, I saw that the plaque said "Fengren-in".

Xuanyuan Hanmo realized that he had misunderstood.

"Big brother, thank you."

The eldest brother who led the way arched his hand, said politely and left.

A person walked into the yard, the yard should be cleaned often, at least the table is clean.

He packed up the quilt on the bed, threw the burden of clothes into the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Yes, Xuanyuan Hanmo was homesick.

Although I have only been away from home for half a day, I just miss my parents and my brother at home.

Xuanyuan Hanmo himself is not a sentimental person, a person who has been living a grinning life.

His father runs on both sides of the army and the family all the year round, sometimes for a few months, and his mother has been chasing him to practice martial arts at home, although his brother is unreliable, but he loves him very much, and dispels the loneliness in his soul.

Now suddenly I was alone, and the loneliness came back to my heart again.

Xuanyuan Hanmo got up and walked out of the courtyard.

He suddenly wanted to drink.

Climbing out of the wall of the academy, he ran to a small shop halfway up the hill to buy two jars of wine, and ran back with them.

It's getting dark, so that you don't have to be found out and skip school.

Back in the courtyard, there was not a single figure in the courtyard except for lanterns.

The fallen leaves on the ground flutter and fall with the night wind.

He put the wine on the stone table in the courtyard, sat down himself, and began to drink it silently.

Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, but it is also a good medicine.

The moisture in Xuanyuan Hanmo's eyes had dried.

"It's been a long time since I've been so sad to leave a horse pee, and I thought that I had a father, a mother and a brother in my life, and I had no regrets, but I was still afraid of loneliness in my heart, and I was still so fragile."

Think of those ancestors who traveled through time, and in ancient times, they always loved to indulge in poetry.

Wrong, it's a copy of poetry.

Do you want to copy a song to express your emotions?

Thinking of this, he took a sip of wine, ran into the room, rummaged through his baggage, and found a pen and inkstone and paper.

This one, I heard that it was one of the things that Xuanyuan Hanmo grabbed when he caught Zhou, and it is said that it was a reward from the palace.

But the family is not normal, either they don't like to write, or they have their own pen.

So this money was used by Xuanyuan Hanmo to catch Zhou, purely for waste utilization, and it was also used for Zhou.

The inkstone was snatched back by my father who didn't know where to go, just to make up a set for Xuanyuan Hanmo's pen.

I heard that it is also quite expensive, it is the end inkstone of the four major inkstones, anyway, Xuanyuan Hanmo didn't think there was anything extraordinary.

The drunken and hazy Xuanyuan Hanmo patiently grinded the inkstone.

He thought about which poems and songs fit his current state of mind, but he just couldn't think of them.

At this time, a crisp sound of the piano came, interrupting the irritable Xuanyuan Hanmo, and listening carefully to this beautiful piano sound.

Xuanyuan Hanmo suddenly laughed, there is!

Then he took a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote on paper.

"A pair of dark colors come out of the dust, and a few grains of autumn smoke are two feet of scales.

Since then, the quiet window has heard the fine rhyme, and the sound of the piano has accompanied the reader. ”

Once you're done, pick it up and read it.

It's a pity that the light is not enough, plus I have already drunk a little too much.

Xuanyuan Hanmo, who couldn't see what he was writing clearly, threw it down casually, moved himself to the house, and fell asleep on the ground when he walked to the corridor.

At this time, a graceful figure walked in from outside the courtyard, picked up the paper that had been thrown down, and saw the verses on it by the moonlight.

"It's pretty well written."

Read the words on it carefully.

"A pair of dark colors out of the world."

The figure walked in front of Xuanyuan Hanmo, and the light of the lantern found the appearance of the figure, it was Nalan Lan.

Nalan Lan looked at Xuanyuan Hanmo, who was still restless when he was asleep.

"I can't see that you can really write poetry, so why do you still make two pairs of shoes on the ground to fool around?"

A confused Xuanyuan Hanmo turned over on the board.

"It's really like a child who doesn't grow up, hehe!"

"The children are leaving home and returning to the elder

The country accent has not changed, and the sideburns have declined

Children don't know each other

Smile and ask where the guest is from

I have been away from my hometown for a long time

Recently, personnel have been half-burned

There is only the mirror lake in front of the door

The spring breeze is not, change, the old times, the waves..."

The confused Xuanyuan Hanmo chanted this poem in his dream, and then fell asleep again.

Nalan Lan was silent for a long time, then went into the room and took out the quilt to cover Xuanyuan Hanmo, and then picked up the pen on the table and wrote down what Xuanyuan Hanmo had chanted in his dream.

After a long time, Nalan Lanlan, who had finished writing, picked it up and blew it, and when the ink was dry, he put it away and put it in his sleeve.

Walked up to Xuanyuan Hanmo and squatted down, looking at the sleeping Xuanyuan Hanmo.

"What kind of person are you? You have talent but you have to hide it, you are not much older than me, how can you write such old-fashioned verses? ”

Xuanyuan Hanmo, who seemed to feel a little noisy, turned his back to Nalan Lan.

"I'm getting more and more interested in you!"

Nalan Lan stood up and looked at Xuanyuan Hanmo, who was sleeping in a "graceful" position, and left the courtyard with a smile.