The hatch opened, and the night breeze blew in, with a hint of coolness. Shen Wuhua felt a slight sinking on her shoulders, and it turned out that Li Xinchen had wrapped her big around her. In the end, it is the man's clothes that are thick and warm.

And the man's hand is warm and strong.

It's like my father's hand.

But it's different······

For a while, Shen Wuhua was also a little distracted.

For Li Xinchen next to him, his attention is actually more on the landscape in front of him.

Guazhoudu is indeed an unforgettable place.

The building boat crosses the snow melon island at night, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind.

In the past few years, he has never stopped from Jiangnan to Saibei, and then from Saibei to Jiangnan, and he has never stopped riding all the way, and it is really as stated in this poem. And the starting point of all this is not so much Huaibei, but Guazhoudu.

From the beginning of the attack on Wu Mingche outside Guazhou, Li Xinchen realized for the first time what kind of risks and challenges he would face in the future, and it seems that it was from that fight that he became more and more mature, and since then he has come to this day step by step.

Guazhoudu is no longer the Guazhoudu that Li Xinchen did when he first came.

Guazhou Jingkou is a water, from Jingkou to Guazhou throughout the ages, is the most important road connecting Jiangnan and Huainan. The Southern Dynasty was prosperous and the troops went out of Beijing, and the Northern Dynasty was prosperous and drank Maguazhou, which was separated by the river and between the two places, witnessing the three hundred years of the Golden Iron Horse of the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

And the current Guazhoudu is no longer the depressed and dilapidated scene at the beginning, you must know that even the little-known Xuanhua Town in the north of Jiankang Mansion has been very lively, not to mention that this Guazhoudu has been the north-south communication road since ancient times.

Half of the river reflects the lights on both sides, and even if it is almost midnight, there are boats shuttling back and forth on the river from time to time. And the Ding Zhuang who were in a hurry to carry the goods on the wharf shouted neat slogans, and they were about to spring ploughing, and these young boys who came out to work short-term while the farm was slack were anxious to earn more money, and they would come back after spring ploughing, and they didn't know if there was a place for themselves on the wharf.

Such a bustling and lively situation was something that Li Xinchen himself did not expect, let alone Shen Wuhua.

"There is a water in Guazhou in Jingkou, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains," Li Xinchen raised his wine glass, pointed to the lights of thousands of homes not far away, and said with a smile, "The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me!" ”

And Shen Wuhua looked at this man who was close at hand with a peculiar gaze, she could feel the strong smell of man on his body, she could hear his breathing, and she could also see the light reflected in his deep black pupils.

Shen Wuhua likes poetry articles, but the education and edification she has received since she was a child are focused on palace poems, those palace poems are mainly to describe the luxury and erosion of life in the palace or to describe the resentment of court women.

It wasn't until she saw Li Xinchen's "Ai Lian Said" and the rest of the poems and articles that she realized that there were mountains outside the mountains, and there was heaven outside the sky, and there were still such beautiful or heroic writing in the world, which seemed to blow away the rouge atmosphere that permeated those palace poems.

And the man in front of him doesn't often recite poetry, but every time he blurts out, it's so touching. From the former "spring water of a river" to the current "spring breeze and green", Shen Wuhua himself was in a trance.

Li Xinchen picked up the wine glass and gestured to her, with a little smile in his eyes, and then drank it all. In fact, Li Xinchen suddenly thought that he was holding Shen Wuhua like this, isn't it "spring breeze and green" Chen Shubao.

Shen Wuhua didn't know that Li Xinchen had given Chen Shubao a set of green clothes with a bad taste when he was leaving, and of course, the most important thing was the green hat in this suit. Although the origin of the green hat is unknown, it is generally believed that in the Song and Ming dynasties, at least in this era, green did not have that derogatory meaning, such as Guan Gongguan Yunchang, who symbolizes loyalty, doesn't he like to wear green robes.

Therefore, Chen Shubao should not understand what this stalk means, and even be grateful for His Majesty's care, but this does not prevent Li Xinchen from satisfying his bad taste.

Seeing Li Xinchen drink it all in one gulp, Shen Wuhua hesitated for a moment, but still tried to take a sip, but soon her pretty face turned red, and she couldn't help coughing twice, and subconsciously reached out to touch her chest. Li Xinchen hurriedly reached out and patted her back: "Haven't you drunk it before?" ”

Shen Wuhua shook her head slightly: "The slave maid made His Majesty smile." ”

"What's this, doesn't everyone have the first time," Li Xinchen laughed, "Isn't Chen Shubao the most fond of drinking, hasn't he ever drunk with you?" ”

Shen Wuhua's expression darkened and he didn't answer, and Li Xinchen also realized that he seemed to be talking about something sad about her, or that the relationship between Shen Wuhua and Chen Shubao was even worse than he imagined.

"Let's go, let's go back and rest." Li Xinchen said in a low voice.

And Shen Wuhua raised the wine glass in his hand, and this time he drank it all without hesitation. Although the degree is not high, for first-time drinkers, the bitterness and spicinessness of alcohol are obviously difficult to resist, but this time Shen Wuhua did not cough out, and drank all the wine.

With the help of the faint light of the fire, Li Xinchen saw the wisps of ruddy climbing up her fair skin, obviously this woman had not drunk so much wine at least, so she had no ability to resist at all. Li Xinchen reached out and pinned a strand of hair that had been blown down by the river breeze behind her ear, and poured herself a glass of wine again.

Shen Wuhua lowered her head slightly, obviously she could also feel the heat on her cheeks, and she was also very surprised by the choice she had just made.

In the past ten years, I have never seemed to be so indulgent or so relaxed.

Li Xinchen handed her the wine glass and filled it for herself: "Drink less." ”

Shen Wuhua raised her head, drunk, but still raised her glass, Li Xinchen smiled and touched her.

Outside the side of the boat, the busy people on the dock in the distance gradually began to return, and it was difficult to see the rest of the ships on the river, except for the Wuya big ship where Li Xinchen was and the escort boat. And the lights on the pier are gradually extinguished.

It is only at this time that a bright moon has the opportunity to show its brilliance, and the moonlight shines on the calm river, sparkling. The river reflected the moonlight, rendering a little hazy for the two people on the terrace whose figures gradually coincided. The clouds in the sky slowly obscured half of the bright moon, making this light dissipate a lot, and I faintly heard Li Xinchen's hearty voice:

"After Guazhou, thousands of rivers are warm.

The moon is lingering, and the wide sleeves cover the delicate face.

God knows what is in his heart, and he looks at the lamp,

The wind rolls back, and the ambition is on the clouds, and the rivers and mountains are in chaos. ”

(Author's note: Quote "Dotting the Lips and Tilting the Right to Ascend to the North and the South", Ran Xuan)

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