Seven days later, opened

The carriage arrived in Kaifeng, and everyone will rest in Kaifeng for a day.

The son and granddaughter of the first assistant of the Wu Dynasty were killed, and now the granddaughter came back safely through Kaifeng since someone came to receive him, and the carriage just drove into Kaifeng and met the people sent by the political envoy.

Zhao Shuo admired through the car window the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, which had left countless traces of literati and elegant guests. The wide streets are crowded with people, some carrying burdens, some hurrying, some picking goods from the stalls holding large umbrellas, and in the distance, relying on the railings on the side of the bridge, or pointing to guide points, or watching the boats passing in the river, all kinds of things. Tea houses, pubs, pawnshops, and various shops are lined up along the street.

The fly in the ointment is that there are a lot of people begging in clothes on the streets, perhaps this is the other side hidden under the prosperity.

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Exquisite little annex

Zhao Shuo sat on the bluestone table and stool in the garden, and he had just finished drinking the decoction brought by Yang Qianqian.

"Brother Shuo, several young ladies jointly invited me to visit the Bianhe River tomorrow morning, and go to the Bamboo Garden in the afternoon to participate in the poetry meeting."

"It's not appropriate for me to follow you women out to play, just pay attention to this matter yourself." Zhao Shuo doesn't understand this kind of official thing and doesn't want to get involved, besides, they play and the poetry club is either to talk about poetry and poetry or to discuss piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't understand this, so he can't let him eat there like a fool, eat, eat.

"Aren't you going with someone?" Yang Qianqian wanted to go to Bianhe to play, but Zhao Shuo's words made her feel a little disappointed.

"I don't understand poetry and songs, and I don't even understand what you sometimes say for a long time." Zhao Shuo had a headache, the matter between him and Yang Qianqian was far from being as simple as he thought at the beginning.

Since settling down, the two concepts in life have begun to conflict, Yang Qianqian belongs to the contemporary literary young woman, and he Zhao Shuo is just a thirty-year-old ordinary modern person. Although Yang Qianqian didn't believe that he was thirty years old, and said that he was only twenty years old, Zhao Shuo didn't explain much, you said that twenty is twenty. Anyway, his face is still the same face, and his hands are still the same hand, but the skin may have become younger for some reason. And whether it is twenty or thirty, this does not mean much to him, at most it is just a dozen more years to live.

If he Zhao Shuo marries Yang Qianqian, the conflict between their ideas and ideas will accompany the two of them through this life, either he compromises and learns to be an ancient person, or Yang Qianqian compromises.

"Qianqian, do you feel like I'm not what you think I'm going to be lately? People like me, who don't know poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and only recognize a few words, are just a mountain villager. ”

"I ......" Yang Qianqian lowered her head, not knowing how to refute Zhao Shuo.

"Actually, I've been thinking a lot of things in the carriage these days, and I guess I can't be interested in poetry, songs, chess, calligraphy and painting in this life, so in the eyes of the world or your family, I will think that I am a waste who does not seek progress, a person who is not worthy of you.

And your dependence or affection for me is because I showed up in the darkest hour of your life and helped you, maybe because of something else...... In short, I don't want you to regret it in the future and regret marrying someone who is considered a waste in the eyes of others. So I hope you think about it in the coming days, after all, there is still room for maneuver. ”

Zhao Shuo himself didn't know why he said these words to Yang Qianqian, maybe he didn't want to, or it could be said that he was afraid of having too much contact with people in this world, or maybe because of some modern concepts that made him say this.

"Brother Shuo is not a waste, Qianqian loves Brother Shuo, and she will only marry Brother Shuo in this life." Zhao Shuo's words scared her and caught her off guard, she could leave everything behind for Zhao Shuo, she was so afraid that Zhao Shuo would leave her, she was afraid of the days without Zhao Shuo, and her first thought when she woke up every day was to hope to see Zhao Shuo's figure.

"I didn't say I was a waste, I never thought I was a waste, and I should be better than anyone else in this world in terms of erudition." Zhao Shuo touched Yang Qianqian's head and smiled, he didn't look down on the ancients, and he didn't think he was smarter than the ancients. It can only be said that the ancient Confucianism and the dominance of Confucianism led to the development of the entire ancient society in a deformed direction. Delve into a few books and study for a thousand or two thousand years, but you still don't think you have studied thoroughly? Perhaps some of them have discovered this problem, but they themselves are all believers in Confucianism, and the various schools of Confucianism that they have come up with in the end are still unchanged from their origins.

The sea is tolerant of all rivers, but in fact, heretics deserve to die.

"Qianqian has never thought that Brother Shuo is any kind of waste, and there are a lot of things that Brother Shuo says that Qianqian can't understand." Speaking of this, Yang Qianqian, whose eyes were red, approached Zhao Shuo slightly, "I also secretly asked others, and others didn't understand the meaning of Brother Shuo's words." ”

"Eh~" What do you want me to say, you're too ghostly, and you actually secretly ran to ask others.

"Brother Shuo, did you marry me because you like Qianqian?" Yang Qianqian blushed shyly and lowered her head to look at the soft stones on the ground.

"Ahem." Thinking is a little jumpy, you, ask yourself, he doesn't seem to have feelings for Yang Qianqian, but he can't say it, because you have to be responsible for seeing it, touching it, and sleeping it, although you didn't do anything, but this is in ancient society, you are not responsible for how you let her deal with herself in the future?

"Qianqian is so cute, of course I like it." Zhao Shuo said.

"Then, do you like Qianqian more or Sister Ya more?" Yang Qianqian continued to ask, but her face was blushing at this time.

"What do you think?" Zhao Shuo asked with a smile.

"Brother Shuo doesn't want to answer, Qianqian won't ask." Yang Qianqian blushed and sat on Zhao Shuo's lap naturally.

...... "It's not that time now, and when you sit in my arms at night, you're too bold."

Before Zhao Shuo pushed it away, Yang Qianqian also reacted, and immediately ran away and sat on the stone bench.

Han Li sitting on the roof: What did I just see? Oops, the moon is so round today, I have to look at it from another place.

"Now is not the time when it was at the beginning, you pay attention, it will not be good for your reputation to spread it." Zhao Shuo did not forget to admonish.

"Got it, I forgot about it for a while." Yang Qianqian looked at Zhao Shuo with a pitiful look.

"Okay, let's go to bed late at night, aren't you going to play tomorrow?"

"No, no." Yang Qianqian's head shook like a rattle.

"Go, I'll be with you." After all, I was defeated by Yang Qianqian, and I guess this was also arranged by God.

Fate, how difficult!

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