Zhong Qing seemed to know that Ye Qing would not let her go back to the Lonely Mountain Garden tonight, so even if she walked out of the Lonely Mountain Garden, she still bowed her head and continued to walk forward with Ye Qing silent.

When they reached the broken bridge, both of them couldn't help but look at the lake covered by lights and floating boats, and from time to time there were mournful singing songs and the sound of drunkards laughing faintly into their ears.

The last time the two of them were here at the same time, it was you and me, but tonight they stood here again, and the two of them didn't know how to open their mouths to speak.

Zhong Qing was the same as always, Ye Qing stopped and looked at the West Lake, and she also stopped, looking at the West Lake as if she was still silent.

Ye Qing sighed and glanced at her, but the beautiful eyes under the long eyelashes were still quietly looking at the lake, waiting for Ye Qing's next move.

Ye Qing turned around and walked forward, she followed and continued to walk forward, Ye Qing stopped, and she also stopped. After several repetitions, the two finally walked off the broken bridge, but they still did not break the stalemate.

But it was also at this time that some literati and scholars on the embankment who had drunk madness began to sing loudly on the grass under the weeping willows.

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance be closed? The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. One of the booksellers was still reciting the poems that Ye Qing had originally plagiarized, and then the other followed suit.

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring palace walls and willows...... Although the mountain league is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo. ”

Listening to the literati under the weeping willows reciting their poems, even if it was plagiarism and cheating, Ye Qing also felt a sense of accomplishment at this time, after all, now, these poems are all signed by him Ye Qing.

So Ye Qing, who stopped again, couldn't help but look at Zhong Qing who happened to be looking at him proudly, with a smug look on his face, as if to say: See, they are reciting my poems.

And Zhong Qing looked at Ye Qing's smug expression, snorted lowly, and then turned his head and continued to look at the West Lake and ignored it.

Ye Daciren, who ate a soft nail, couldn't help touching his nose, and at this time, the literati under the weeping willows, after reciting his poems, began to talk about him.

In the mixed rhetoric, it can also be seen that in fact, the literati at this time were obviously not all people who pursued perfection, and obviously they also knew very well that no one is perfect, and a perfect poem can only show his talent, but it cannot represent his character.

This point made Ye Qing quite agree, after all, he never thought that there were any perfect saints in this world, such as Confucius and Mencius, Zhu Xi and other sages who were praised by later generations, and even these famous generals and heroes, including Yue Fei, in the eyes of later generations, always like to be judged with partial generalizations and peeping leopards in the tube.

But I don't know that even if a great person is only able to achieve achievements beyond others and admiration in one or several aspects, this does not mean that he can also be perfect and flawless in all other aspects.

Since there is no god in this world, there is no absolute saint, people always like to shape some holy people, to be satisfied with what he looks like in their own minds, just like the brainless fans of later generations, deceiving themselves into believing in their idols, perfect to flawless.

The longer he has been in this world, Ye Qing has also found that the original world has become more and more distant from him, and even now, in the world in his memory, some things and people have gradually begun to blur, and in his heart, the current world is all he has, his most real existence, the original world is like a long and realistic dream that he once had.

The literati under the weeping willows, from the beginning of arguing about Ye Qing's poems, to discussing whether his own character is noble or not, and then going deeper into the discussion, doubting his true talent.

There are always two sides to everything, and since someone will praise you, then there will inevitably be someone who will doubt you, but it just depends on which side is louder.

So when Zhong Qing looked at Ye Qing, who was still triumphant just now, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, it was the moment when the literati who doubted Ye Qing's true talent and learning had the upper hand, and Zhong Qing's expression was also like saying to Ye Qing: See? It's just a few poems, and people agree that you are a literati.

Pursed his lips disdainfully at Zhong Qing's expression, the reason why his own reputation is now half rotten into the mud and half praised is not all because of Zhu Xi's existence, which makes him "inhuman, expensive or not?" ”

After all, in the hearts of literati, Ye Qing's few poems are 108,000 miles different from others like Zhu Xi, not to mention that Zhu Xi is still the biggest detractor of Ye Qing.

Looking at the red-faced literati arguing under the weeping willows of the lanterns, Ye Qing cleared his throat and said aloud under Zhong Qing's defenselessness: "The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall." The wind is dry, and the tears are left. If you want to write about your heart, you will be oblique in your monologue. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing. The horn is cold, and the night is dark. Afraid of people asking, crying and pretending to be happy. Deceive! Deceive! Deceive! ”

"You ......." Zhong Qing was startled as if he had seen a ghost, he couldn't imagine that Ye Qing would be able to play with his original song again so quickly.

"What to see, what to fight? Besides, I don't have the talent to rush me with you. Ye Qing ignored Zhong Qing, who was surprised next to him, and said to the scribe under the weeping willows who instantly quieted down after he chanted this poem.

"Who are you?" The vague scribe looked in Ye Qing's direction and asked.

Because of the darkness, a few people under the weeping willows could only vaguely see a man and a woman standing not far away, and just after he finished asking, the man in the shape of the man actually pulled the thin woman figure and left straight away, but he left a sentence that was difficult to distinguish between true and false: "I am Ye Qing, the protagonist of your argument just now!" ”

Ye Qing, who pulled Zhong Qing, who was struggling slightly, left, naturally didn't hear it, and after he finished speaking, several people under the weeping willows couldn't help but gasp, and several people looked at each other with each other, obviously not expecting how they would meet the parties by coincidence.

Of course, after a short period of stunnedness, they couldn't help but wonder if the person who wrote the lyrics just now was really Ye Qing, the current court member? A dignified and upright court member, the privy envoy of the Great Song Dynasty, the pacification envoy of Huainan East Road, and the Jiedu envoy of Beidi Fourth Road and Jingzhaofu Road, Ye Qing?

Under the dim lantern, I saw a literati swallowing his saliva with a frightened expression, and said in a wooden voice: "This ...... If...... If it's really Ye Qing, what ...... do? ”

When the others heard such words, they couldn't help but be silent for a while, the seven points of alcohol just now had already disappeared with fright, and the whole person had never even been so sober as now.

"Should...... Probably not, right? The other said with some luck.

"Yes...... Did you hear that song just now? It's all about and ...... If it weren't for the same person, I am afraid it would be difficult to make such a heart-wrenching word...... Words, right? This scholar began to regret his drunken mantra just now, and he shouldn't have scolded Ye Qing for nothing, like a straw bag.

"But...... Why didn't he ...... What about wishing us? The other scholar's tone had already begun to cry, and he continued tremblingly: "He is still the commander of the Imperial City Division, and he ...... He's always been ruthless, and we just scolded him like that...... Will he just let us go? Mr. Zhu was imprisoned by him in the Imperial City Division back then. ”

In the end, the scholar already felt that his legs were trembling more and more, and he was almost out of strength to stand and speak.

People as famous as Zhu Xi were imprisoned by Ye Qing in the Imperial City Division for one night because they disagreed, and they were small fish and shrimp...... I'm afraid that even if I die in the Imperial City Division, no one will ask, right?

"But he's gone?" The scholar who started to speak first was full of happiness in his heart at the moment, because just now he was standing on the opposite side, fighting for Ye Qing's reason, although he was weak at that time, and he was about to change his position, but fortunately, at the last moment, that poem interrupted their argument.

Now it seems that that poem is simply a lifesaver for him, maybe someone will come to arrest them after a while, and he can still be opened by the Imperial City Division because he supports Ye Qing, but ...... Did Master Ye see clearly who spoke for him just now? Will this black light be blinded, will it ......?

Just when a few people under the weeping willows looked at me and I looked at you, they were all frightened, and when they didn't have a right idea, they didn't notice that not far from them, Ye Qing and Zhong Qing, who had not gone far, were looking at their dazed and frightened looks at the moment.

"It turns out that my image in Lin'an Shizi's mind has rotted like this." Someone said a little unwillingly.

"If you want people to know it, you can't do it unless you do. What have you done yourself, do you really think you can hide it from the world? Zhong Qing said dissatisfiedly, and then struggled with the hand that was still held by Ye Qing, but it was still to no avail, someone still held her little hand tightly, and continued to give her a trace of sweetness and happiness in her shy and worried heart.

"Zhu Xi has returned to Lin'an, so these scribes seem to have found the backbone again." Ye Qing continued to hold Zhong Qing's hand, glanced at the literati who were looking at each other again, and then really left.

The two are still holding hands, walking on the bank of the West Lake embankment shrouded in night, and they are still looking for a place where pedestrians are sparsely populated.

This way of holding hands and traveling at night still makes Zhong Qing feel very happy and useful, although half of the space in Fang's heart is filled by the worry of being afraid of being bumped into and shyness, but at this moment, she obviously doesn't want Ye Qing to let go of her hand, she just wants to be held by Ye Qing all the time, and she just wants this night to continue endlessly, and there will never be a moment when dawn comes.