Seeing that Lu Fan was silent and completely speechless, he took advantage of the situation and said: "Look at you like that, pay attention to walking next time, I will meet you this time, otherwise it will be someone else." Hmph..."

As if he was generous.

Then the young man took the hand of the girl in white, giggling, and suddenly Lu Fan faintly heard a sentence: "Sister, do you say he is really stupid or fake stupid?"

"Why do you ask that, I think he is still quite generous"

"I guess he's so stupid, look at that stupid..."

You said it word by word, without any scruples whether Lu Fan heard it or not, and the two of them walked away...

After Lu Fan heard this, his face was extremely ugly, and after taking a deep breath, he glanced faintly in the direction where the young man disappeared.

I didn't expect to be depressed in the center of the house, but when I came out to relax, I encountered something that made me even more depressed, which was really unfavorable.

"Who are they?" Lu Fan didn't look back, and asked the maid beside him in a calm tone as much as possible.

The maids beside Lu Fan are not ordinary ignorant people, and they still have some understanding of the imperial capital.

But if you ask people, they don't know much, but it just so happens that these two people know something.

After hearing the maid's words, I realized that the young man was not a man, but a daughter.

His father was the imperial general Wei Tianqing, and his mother was the emperor's sister Princess Hening, but she died long ago.

His father has been guarding the northwest border for many years, and he lacks discipline for his only precious daughter, although he is a daughter, he is indeed a boy's character.

The imperial capital was notoriously difficult, and his father named him Wei Ruozhang, who seemed to want the child to be a boy, but he didn't expect it to be a girl, but in the end he was a tomboy.

As for the girl being Ruozhang's best playmate since childhood, Princess Hexu, the other two maids are not clear.

I didn't expect to go around the imperial capital casually, and I would meet the children of the powerful, which is really worthy of being the imperial capital of the Ninety-Five, and it is a gathering place for the top people in charge of the world.

After a depressed 'distraction', he went straight back to the house.

After that day, although Lu Fan still occasionally went to the street to relax, he was no longer as careless as he was that day.

On this day, Lu Fan practiced calligraphy in the study room of the house, and when he was bored, he wrote a small song: "The breeze sits idly, the white clouds lie high, and the face is not spitted on by the times." Laughing, laughing, watching others put up a set of tops and push silence, and cover a comfortable nest. East, also in me. West, also in me. ”

But it is very suitable for today's life.

Lu Fan's daily life is to practice calligraphy.

Or between the pen and paper, or on the stone slab, or on the wooden board, but now it is the finger that replaces the end of the pen.

On this day, Lu Fan remembered Han Bing, her smile went straight to her heart, how could it linger, Lu Fan came to the pavilion in the garden, looked at the lacquered mahogany pillars of the pavilion and smiled.

Half a moon later, the pillars under the pavilion have disappeared, replaced by the figures of two graceful girls, one holding a ribbon in his hand, and the other holding a guqin.

It was only at a closer look that I found that such a beautiful two girls were carved out of two wooden stakes, and their faces were blank, which aroused infinite reverie.

The two wooden pillars next to it are respectively inscribed:

Peerless beauty

Beauty is like jade

But these days, the two maids beside Lu Fan always had a smile on their faces when they looked at the wooden pillars under the pavilion.

At night, the moon hangs high, and the breeze comes slowly, mixed with the faint fragrance of plum blossoms

It is "the cold water that flows from the stones, and the wind that smells from the flowers." ”

Under the moonlight, it may be as clean as magnolia, as cold as ice and snow, and as silver as a fallout.

I don't know what she's doing now, is the moonlight there so sultry?

Looking at the crescent moon under the same night sky, but not seeing each other, all you can do may be to miss the moon.

Chun Yun stood behind Lu Fan, looking at the "master" in front of her, always silent and silent, although her face was very young, she was always full of melancholy.

It is said that he will shine in this competition, and he should practice more, but he has not seen him practice so far, and he looks very stable, but there are times when he is not childlike.

But she didn't know that the reason why people are human is not immutable, but a three-dimensional complex with multiple facets.

And she herself is not, but she only looks at others from her own standpoint.

There is a folk story about a child who played by a stream on a mountain, and a caterpillar fell from a tree behind him, and the child saw it, and wanted to poke it with his hand, but he was afraid, and as a result, he accidentally pierced the body of the insect with a branch, and when he saw the pain of the insect, the child could not bear it, but he ruthlessly smashed it on the ground, leaving only the green liquid on the ground.

When the child came home, he woke up in the night and cried, and then the child said, "I poked the caterpillar to death at first, and then - for the sake of the pain and churning, I wanted not to let it die completely, so that the pain would be spared."

Parents of children - while coaxing it to say, you did the right thing. Then the child said again, and he dreamed that the crystal clear caterpillar of the child told him that he did not want to die...... It's a simple matter, but everyone understands it differently.

Everyone's understanding of life is different, life does not depend on other people's opinions, it lies in one's own understanding, and you can't use your own point to control the life or death or pain of others, maybe what you see is always the appearance.

This night, the moonlight sprinkled down like mercury, and Lu Fan sat alone under the gazebo.

The maid Chunyun, Qiu Tan looked at it from a distance and felt a little indescribable, there was a kind of picturesque elegance, but Lu Fan elegantly picked up the bamboo flute and put it on his lips.

This act seemed to be an ordinary action, but it made the corners of the mouths of the two maids twitch a few times subconsciously, thinking about his "god-like" flute skills, he only felt that his little stomach was twitching slightly, but there was nothing abnormal on the surface.

Lu Fan is still very satisfied with his results, and now Lu Fan will do everything carefully every day to hone his state of mind, so as to consolidate his own realm.

If he wants to restore the glory of the family in the world of cultivators, then the current Lu Fan can only do things according to the rules, at least on the surface, although the strong have the ability to disobey the rules.

But there is no doubt that Lu Fan is nothing now, and he has no ability to trample on the rules.

As for whether his flute skills have improved, Yan Fan always unconsciously glances at the expressions of Chunyun and Qiu Tan to infer whether he has improved.

Their expressions are like mirrors, and they can correct themselves at any time.

Playing the flute, Lu Fan turned around slowly, and unconsciously glanced at Chunyun, Lu Fan sighed slightly, it seems that his skills have not improved.

If that's a skill.

The biggest thing that happened in this royal city during this time seemed to be the annual autumn festival held in the Hanlin Temple, and Lu Fan was able to participate as a viscount, but in addition to this, Lu Fan seemed to be forgotten in the corner by everyone.

The wind and the sun were beautiful, Lu Fan got up early in the morning and prepared to go out, and with Lu Fan went out of the house with Chunyun in addition to the feather wolf, and as time passed, the two maids' "care" of Lu Fan gradually relaxed.

Walking on the street, watching the feathered wolf scurrying around like a dog, without the slightest concern, but Lu Fan was full of sorrow, although Lu Fan now has no worries about life, but there is only one person with a title, and here in the imperial capital, he is a lot of casual people, and he is even inferior to those good-for-nothing people who have no titles.

But at least it's much better than the real civilians

It seems that the empire is not ready to use itself, this is the final conclusion that Lu Fan has come to after thinking for so long.

Thinking of the previous life in the mountains and forests, the kind of comfort and comfort, the cultivation of the body and mind without distractions, it seems that he can really do it regardless of gains and losses.

Look at the clouds and mist, and watch the afterglow of the sunset.

Lu Fan couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart: people are not old, but their hearts are like old men.

"Hey, it's not the nothing... Well, it's been a very leisurely viscount!" An abrupt voice sounded behind Lu Fan, and when he looked back, he was a pretty little brother.