The middle cabin is quite large, with a few braziers against the wall, and although the snow is boiling outside the window, the cabin is almost like a warm spring.

Su Lu was wearing a scarlet robe and was set up next to the table to sit down, and Li Qing sat on the side of the table, looking at him with a smile.

This rush to the south was Li Qing's idea. The reason why he had to move away overnight was to avoid Dong Cheng, who was going to Su Lu's house to propose marriage.

Outside the gate of Su's house, Dong Cheng looked at the closed door of the house in confusion, listening to the chirping of birds in the yard, he was sure that there was no one in the yard, and there was no one.

Su Lu left so quickly!

Dong Cheng was a little annoyed, what should I do, I promised my niece to arrange her marriage, now it's okay, the groom ran away.

Once he entered the capital, this kid was afraid that he would not be dazzled, and when he came back, how could he still be unmarried.

No, I want to go to Beijing too.

There is no war in the camp, and Lao Tzu will also go to Beijing.

Just do it, Dong Cheng beckoned his own soldiers: "Go, follow me to Beijing." ”

Going to Beijing?

The pro-soldiers are all confused, it is thousands of miles away, the general said, this is leaving!

……

Su Lu stood in front of the case and didn't hold a pen for a while.

What to write about?

It's not good to steal Shangshan Zaoxing, but I didn't expect it to be changed in name, which is really blasphemy.

Su Lu picked up the pen and wrote the four words Shangshan Morning on rice paper.

Start in the morning to march to the priesthood, and travel to the hometown of sorrow......

Su Lu finished writing, put down the brush, and walked out with a smile, no matter how you look at it, the original name is good.

Li Qing picked up the rice paper and read it softly: "Shangshan is early? ”

Qingli's cheeks were full of doubts, "We don't have a place called Shangshan around Beiyang?" ”

A female guard called out, her cheeks were red, and her voice was crisp: "Princess, there is a mountain in my hometown, it is called Shangshan, I remember that there is a small town near Shangshan, there is Banqiao, and it is a north-south rush, Lord Su must have been there." ”

Li Qing glared at the female guard when he heard this: "Su Ge, what nonsense are you talking about, how can it be your family's Shangshan, Su Lu obviously wrote this poem in my family's study, it must be called Shangshan somewhere in Beiyang." ”

There was a lot of discussion in the cabin, and the guards and the princess fought for the place where the poem belonged, because they knew that if the poem could really belong to their hometown, it would bring a lot of benefits to their hometown, and the fame was obvious, and the political performance of the magistrate would be improved because of it.

Shang Shan may become famous because of Su Lu's poem, and in the eyes of high-ranking officials and magnates who love poetry everywhere, even Jian Zai is in the emperor's heart.

Ignoring the arguments behind him, Su Lu got out of the middle cabin, held on to the side of the ship, and looked at the boiling snowflakes.

The boat has passed through Dongting and entered the Tuxiao River, the earth and mountains on both sides of the river bank have turned white, and occasionally fishermen in cloak can be seen sitting on the river bank fishing, begging for a living in the bitter cold.

As the boat moved forward, the banks on both sides became narrower and narrower, and the nearest places seemed to be within reach.

Su Lu asked He Wu, who was standing at the stern of the boat, "Why don't you wait for the princess, why are you standing here?" ”

He Wu looked unhappy, and when he heard this, he pointed to the old man who was holding a fishing rod in the stern of the boat, dressed in a robe: "Look, this grandson's injury is not good, he is going to fish, I really don't know what is good about fishing." ”

At the stern of the boat, in the boiling wind and snow, Chang Yuan wore a wood-colored hat and a black robe, sat on a high stool, and was throwing a fishing rod into the distance.

Hearing He Wu's complaint, Lao Chang threw out the fishing rod, then turned around and said proudly: "Lao He, you don't understand the fun of fishing, naturally you don't know what's good about it, Su Lu, you say, what's good about this fishing." ”

Su Lu patted the side of the boat, "The benefits are naturally there, how can you experience it if you are not a fishing friend, there is a poem that is written about this." ”

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear, lonely boats, fishing mountains and rivers and snow alone."

Chang Yuan looked at Su Lu in a daze, his lips trembled, he couldn't even hold the fishing rod in his hand, he couldn't seem to believe it, Su Lu made a poem.

He Wu's eyes fluttered a few times, and he suddenly turned around, and scurried into the cabin with a smug voice: "Princess, princess, the old slave congratulates you, Lord Su just wrote a poem, short and concise, and the momentum is huge and magnificent." ”

Li Qing asked in surprise when he heard this: "You recite it to me." ”

The smile on He Wu's face froze, he would carry a fart, and he didn't forget it, Su Lu read it just now, where did he remember.

Li Qing put down Shangshan Zaoxing and walked out of the cabin, this time he had to let Su Lu write this poem, and he couldn't be like Shangshan Zaoxing, being fought over by a group of girls.

Outside the cabin, the snow was even bigger, and Lao Chang was holding Su Lu's sleeve, and he didn't even care if the fishing rod fell into the river.

"No, you have to write it down and give it to me as a family heirloom, this is the true ink treasure of the great poet, and it was written for me, it must be mine."

Li Qing, who had just come out of the hatch, was stunned, why, this poem was written for Lao Chang? Su Lu, Su Lu, you haven't written a poem for me, but you actually wrote a poem for Lao Chang.

Zhao Demou said that you are interesting to him, but I didn't expect it to be true, you actually like men!

No, I can't let this poem fall into the hands of Lao Chang, which confirms that Su Lu likes men, which makes me how to marry him in the future. Even if you like men, I can't get your heart, but I have to get your people.

Li Qing's robe sleeves flicked, and his voice was displeased: "Chang Yuan, how do you know that this poem is written for you, He Wu, do you say?" ”

He Wu is Li Qing's follower, Li Qing said that when it was dark, He Wu dared to let people close their eyes.

Hearing Li Qing's words, He Wu's eyes rolled, "Yes, I really heard it just now, Lord Su just said to give a poem, not to give you a poem." ”

Chang Yuan thought about it in a daze, and after a while, his chin was raised, and his voice was proud: "Then I don't care, anyway, it was the first time I heard it, and this poem is mine." Sulu you have to write it down and give it to me. ”

Li Qing walked to Su Lu's side and asked softly: "Su Lu, what poem have you written, why don't you transcribe it and let everyone see it." ”

Su Lu pointed around, squinted his eyes and said: "Jiang Xue, you see, along the way, there are no birds on the thousands of mountains, and there are no people on the thousands of paths, only one or two fishermen who occasionally fish by the river, in order to live, work tirelessly, endure the cold and beg for a living." ”

Li Qing was born in the court and didn't know the suffering of the world, so he asked strangely: "Don't they farm?" ”

Su Lu sneered: "If there is a field, who will not not plant." ”

Li Qing asked He Wu and Chang Yuan in surprise: "Doesn't the imperial court have rules, spread out into acres, one ding and three acres, how can they not have fields?" ”

He Wu didn't dare to say it, He Wu never dared to say this kind of thing, eunuchs can't discuss politics, he just wants to be a eunuch in peace.

Chang Yuan has no scruples, he was born poor, and after entering the palace, he has been in the army for many years, and the people who have been beaten out of the bitter cold have something to say.

"The imperial court has been prosperous for a hundred years, and the land annexation has reached the point where the people are not able to make a living, why are there frequent wars in the north, but there are still people willing to live in the north, it is because the land in the north is not bought by these landlords."

Li Qing's face was gloomy, and his voice was low: "Okay, Su Lu, you write this poem, and I will show it to my father, so that my father can also know about the suffering of the people." ”

Su Lu shook his head: "The emperor may not know these things. ”

Li Qing shook his head: "My father has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and what he knows is what others want him to know, and what others don't want him to know, he can't know." ”

Su Lu looked confused, and this situation ......