A sword game broke up unhappily, and the king of the orange excused himself to rest under the excuse of tiredness, and asked the prince to greet the Song envoy.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" says:

"There is the country of Pakistan in the southwest. Tai Shi gave birth to salty birds, salted birds gave birth to multiplier centi, multiplied by centi, and took a picture after taking a picture of the beginning of the Ba people. ”

The five ancestors of the Ba people, called Ba Shi, Ri Qin Shi, Fan Shi, Xiang Shi, Zheng Shi. However, Ba Shi threw the sword in the hole, and the earth boat was in the water, and he was respected as the king, and the four surnames were all ministers.

More than 100 years ago, the civil strife in Ba was bounded by the citrus water, the south of the citrus water was the citrus, and the north of the citrus water was the Qi.

Taishi Qingbo, Xiang's family, Mingqing, has been the king of the orange for 30 years. Qing has no children under his knees, his younger brother died early, and his only son is ridiculed, and Xi Zun thinks he is an uncle.

Song envoy Qiaoyu asked Uncle Qing: "Taishi, where is Taifu's mansion?" We're going to pay a visit. ”

There is a family Ding Yan Rin who refuses to eat, and Uncle Qing loves Xi and Rin father and son very much, so he sent the family Ding to lead the Song envoy to find the Taifu.

"Sister, why did you come to see that Taifu?" Gongzi Liu was thinking about the swordsman who left the palace, and asked absentmindedly.

Qiaoyu didn't answer, only urged to hurry up.

The muse still emanated, his eyes cloudy, and he followed without saying a word.

The Taifu closed the door and disappeared, and the three of them went back to their residences, and after dinner, the sky became dark.

Gongzi Liu played with a ripe persimmon, glanced at the muse, and said with a smile: "Bunching up your hair, isn't it just losing a sword game?"

The muse stood at the door with his sword in his hand, his face was grim, and he said, "Childe, if it was on the battlefield, I would already be in a different place."

"Then Jiang Hou is really that powerful? How is General Bi Wei Shang? Childe Liu asked with a ripe persimmon.

"General Wei is not as good." The muse answered truthfully.

Gongzi Liu continued to throw ripe persimmons and asked casually, "What about General Tian Tian?"

The muse pondered for a moment and resolutely replied, "General Tian is not as good as it."

"Then tell me, who of our Great Song Dynasty is comparable to Jiang Hou?" Childe Ryu asked.

Muse shook his head. Gongzi Liu was so shocked that the ripe persimmon was not steady, and fell to the ground, splashing into a spread.

"It stinks," Gongzi Liu moved in disgust, pointed to the servant at the door, and shouted, "Come here, lick and eat clean, and reward you." ”

"Muse, you came to the citrus for half a month, but you can find the remnants of Qiao Guo?" Qiaoyu was fiddling with a swimming fish, and asked without raising her head.

Muse shook his head.

"What about Mr. Meng? My father, the king, admired Mr. Meng very much and was willing to worship him. Qiaoyu asked again.

"Mr. Meng is obsessed," the muse asked rhetorically, "who is this Mr. Meng?" ”

"I only know that he is a Confucian sage, and now he is a noble soldier and a lawyer, a Confucian and a farmer, and there are also skillful and clever Zonghengjia and hidden Taoists. My father still believes in benevolence and righteousness, and if it weren't for that, he would have won the world a long time ago. However, looking at the world, those who can afford the name of a saint are only ten fingers, and my Great Song Dynasty occupies the second one, oh, it should be the third, and there are hundreds of generals, millions of soldiers, thousands of miles of fertile land, and Jiuding of the Li Dynasty, it is time to move to Luoyi. Qiaoyu was tired of fiddling with the fish, so she returned to the collapse and supported her cheek with one hand.

"By the way, Muse, where did you meet Mr. Meng?" Qiaoyu suddenly remembered that she had almost missed it, and asked Muse again.

"Sister, self-denial and reverence for benevolence and righteousness are what the Great Li Dynasty does, what has become of it now? In my opinion, only by being strict with the law internally and strong with soldiers externally is the way to survive. Gongzi Liu couldn't help but interrupt, Qiaoyu rewarded him with a white eye, Gongzi Liu smiled, pulled a delicate maid, and went back to the room to rest.

"I traveled all the way through the mountains and rivers and met in a wild place." The muse replied nonchalantly.

"Muse, you're finally lying, why don't you say something sweet?" Qiaoyu looked at him amusedly, and continued, "You and I have been friends for generations, and you are a great Song general, you said you married me when you were a child, when will you stay?" ”

The muse turned his face away, refused to face Qiaoyu, and did not answer.

"Muse, are you blaming my father? Killing Qiao, after all, was in a hurry, and he shouldn't have sent troops on the occasion of Qiao's Guoxue Palace's sacrifice, and Mr. Zi also died. "When Qiaoyu thought of the battle to destroy Qiao, it was almost bloodless, and the Qiao royal family was almost wiped out. It was also this battle that washed the Luoyi School Palace, the palace master, the Confucian sage, and the people who held the bull's ear in the world killed themselves, and the whole world mourned. Dali sent envoys, and many countries formed an alliance to denounce the Song State.

"Muse, the school palace will be rebuilt, the general trend of the world is in one palace, my father has already risked the disapproval of the world, so I thought of asking Mr. Meng to go back to preside over the affairs of the school palace." Qiaoyu took off her veil and showed her face. Disaster to the country and the people, this is what she and Mr. Lu said in that year, this veil will be worn for five years.

The muse is like a wood at the door, he is a genius swordsman of Jianling, and he has the true inheritance of Jianling, no less than ten countries have sent people to win over, but he has not yet been a teacher, and he is cultivating in Luoyi Academy. The late Luoyi Xue Palace Master and Confucian sage Zi Chou once said that this son is also a tiger in troubled times. It's a pity that the first time he left the school palace, it ended in a mismatch.

"Muse, you really can't beat Jiang Wangshu?" Thinking of the sage's assertion that the son of the saint was ugly, Qiaoyu couldn't help but feel sorry, and the sage also had times when he looked away.

The muse shook his head, and finally spoke: "I can't bear to hurt the beloved of the son-in-law."

Qiaoyu blushed, put on the veil again, and did not answer.

"How do you know I like him?" For a long time, Qiaoyu was lazy and sad.

"Didn't the daughter-in-law go to visit Mrs. Ritan before? No one in the country knows that Jiang Wangshu has entered the Ri Qin clan. The muse replied.

"That was later, what about the martial arts?" Qiaoyu pursed her lips and did not approve.

"The son-in-law doesn't like the sons of all countries, only admires the poet, and in the past two days, she has also ordered someone to collect a lot of bamboo slips and cloths, and I think they have all included Jiang Hou's poems," Muse paused, and added, "The son-in-law doesn't want to be ashamed of the Great Song Dynasty." Qiaoyu listened to it clearly.

"Muse, I'm resting." Hearing this, the muse went out in a familiar manner, still guarding the door.

Qiaoyu didn't rest, she lit the lamp and sat in front of the desk, the bookcase was full of bamboo slips and cloths.

"Son-in-law, it's time to sleep, don't forget the business, I'll go to Qi first." The Muse shouted softly outside.

Qiaoyu flipped and flipped and read, and always felt that it was not enough, every sentence was so beautiful, so she blew out the lights, yawned, and fell asleep.

In March, the warbler flies and the grass grows. On the bank of the Citrus River, there are women's raccoon clothes; On the riverside wheel, there is a son fishing.

"It's strange, in the past, the fish were competing for food, why don't they eat today?" Childe retracted the rod in confusion, and the fish basket was empty.

The woman in the raccoon giggled, scooped up the water, and a fish swam quietly in the palm of her hand. The woman let go of the fish and stroked her bun with the water as a mirror, and the swimming fish slowly sank to the bottom for fear of alarming the reflection.

"I want to listen to "Qu Shui"."

"I'll play the piano, and you will dance, how about it?"

The door creaked, the sigh was like ripples, and the warmth was just a dream.