Luo Zhaoyun printed tens of thousands of copies of poetry and essays, flowing to Daxing City, up to the wealthy nobles, former court elders, everyone is beautiful, down to the poor scholars, teahouses, wineries, singers and geisha, all talking about Luo Cheng's anthology, paper is expensive for a while!

If it weren't for the strong operational ability of the Jinyi Society, which carved day and night, rushed to print, and fueled the fire, it would not have spread so quickly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Guozijian, Taixue, Zhou and County Studies, etc., have been abolished during the period of Emperor Wen of Sui, but after Emperor Yang Guang of Sui ascended the throne, all of them were restored, and the imperial examination system was promoted.

Xue Zhiqing served as a sacrificial wine in Taixue, and in the past few days, her mood has been up and down, because she feels moved and infatuated by many poems in Luo Chengwen's collection, and the humanities are finally made friends, even if she is in general with the transaction, she doesn't have much contact in private, and she doesn't even know much about it, but these poems are the best spiritual exchanges.

She suddenly felt that she understood Luo Cheng, he was such a strange man, living in a sidewalk, defending his family and the country, determined to be proud, not for hardships and hardships, and at the same time, he was a well-read, insightful person who loved to read history, and was free, affectionate, and sincere, whether it was the finishing touch of 'the body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart has a little understanding', or the debauchery of "I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back after being scattered".

These comprehensive factors and the swaying of various true temperaments made Xue Zhiqing's heart appear the imprint of a man, which made her admire and feel sad.

After all, Luo Cheng is less auspicious, she feels sorry, and hopes that he can turn evil into good fortune.

There has never been a man who can be engraved in her heart like this, with a tall image, talented, and full of heart and gall, it can be said that Xue Zhiqing is a little in love with this perfect man.

Of course, this perfect man is not Luo Zhaoyun, but she conceived it in her heart, with her sentimental and talented woman's atmosphere, through these poems and Luo Zhaoyun's past deeds, combined together, giving her a hazy impression and fantasizing about becoming her perfect hero.

This is like the future generations, before meeting netizens, through some greetings and warm Internet care, but falling in love with the person they fictionalized in their minds, and in the end, they are often shocked.

In the capital, there are many talented people who love Xue Zhiqing, such as Yu Shinan, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, Wen Yanbo, Hou Junsu, Sun Fujia, Zhang Zhizhi, Yang Su and other Xijing talents, all of whom have expressed their love and admiration for their families on different occasions, but none of them can really move her.

Now Xue Zhiqing, who is in her twentieth year, is moved because of this collection of poems, recalling the appearance of General Luo when she saw him that day, and thinking of his heroic deeds in many combat fields, which converged together and finally broke Xue Zhiqing's closed heart window.

However, she also understands that this is just admiration for his literary and martial arts, and in order to truly develop into a relationship, she needs to get along further, not wishful thinking.

Taixueli, recently began to lecture on Luo Cheng's poems, if he really died, these are the last works, even more precious.

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The heavy snow fluttered, and soon the entire Daxing City was covered with a layer of snow, like a blanket of snow.

Outside, the north wind was howling and unusually cold, but inside the house was warm and fragrant.

Luo Zhaoyun stood in front of the window lattice, looking at the snow outside, gradually pressing on the branches, like a white begonia flower in full bloom.

Xiao Yiyi, Ning Muhe, and Shi Danai have not yet rushed over from the northwest of Zhuo County, and it is estimated that the snowy road is difficult to walk, and they need to hide for a while.

"Qingshuang, come with me to meet a friend today."

"What friend?"

"Tuyuhun's friend!" Luo Zhaoyun thought of Murong Ziyan, when the Great Cause was seven years old, he made an agreement with Ziyan to imprison their sisters and brothers for three years, and now it is the ninth year of the Great Cause, and there is still one year to go, that is, before the winter next year, he will send Suo Zhe away.

However, now that Tuyuhun exists in name only, Fu Yun is dead, and the Tuyuhun tribe is devoured and scattered, it is difficult to gather again, at this time, if Tuyuhun wants to rise again, it needs a legitimate successor, and there is no doubt that Suo Zhe is in line with this identity.

Luo Zhaoyun had been thinking about it for two years and decided to meet the sisters.

"You, don't you plan to go to the Luo Gong Mansion to see your grandfather?"

"I have sent someone to send a letter early, so that he should not worry about my safety, now that Xijing is mixed, it is not appropriate for me to come to the door, lest the news leak."

"Understood." Qingshuang nodded, no longer persuaded more, turned around and went back to find the coat and mink fur and oil-paper umbrella that she was wearing outside.

After a while, Luo Zhaoyun and Qingshuang went out, walked out of Baoning Fang, and went to Yong'an Fang, separated by three squares, and walked out for several miles.

Because of the snow falling in the sky, the streets are deserted, bleak and lifeless.

Although it was just after noon, the sun was shrouded in dark clouds, and there was no sunlight shining down, and the vision was a little dull.

The two of them sat in the carriage, the car rolled over the snow, creaking and creaking, and only then did the two get out of the car when they arrived at the courtyard of Yong'an Fang.

Luo Zhaoyun was wearing a thick cyan robe and a hat, while Qingshuang was wearing a snow-white sable fur, walking in the wind and snow, her slender and graceful body was wrapped in a snow-white sable fur, revealing only a bright and charming face, holding an oily umbrella in her hand.

A guard knocked on the door, and when the door opened, a member of the family was revealed, and asked what they were doing.

"My own people!" The guard took out the waist card and showed it to the family, and they all knew each other about this mark, and let them go directly and entered inside.

"Let's meet Miss Zi here."

"This, no one can visit her without instructions from her superiors, this is an order strictly given by the organization."

Luo Zhaoyun took out his token and asked, "Have it!" ”

After reading it, the family was taken aback, and naturally knew that this was a waist card that could only be owned by high-level leaders in the organization, so he immediately agreed.

He introduced Luo Zhaoyun and Qingshuang into the second courtyard, where some guards with knives appeared, guarding this place, and the defense was tight, and there was no room for mistakes.

When Luo Zhaoyun walked to the second courtyard, he heard the sound of reading loudly in the house.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return, you don't see, the mirror is sad and white-haired, the morning is like green silk and twilight is like snow, life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon......"

The person who reads the book is a child, his voice is still a little thin, Suo Zhe is already eight years old, after two years of days under the fence of the Central Plains, his mind has grown rapidly, and under the careful teaching of Murong Ziyan, he has learned a lot of Analects in the Spring and Autumn Period, poetry and songs, and understood some literary and historical allusions in the Central Plains, and his knowledge has increased a lot compared to when he was six years old.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that when he came today, he heard Suo Zhe reciting his newly released poetry collection.

At this time, Suo Zhe stopped halfway through his thoughts, and suddenly asked a question: "Sister, did you say that Luo Cheng was really dead?" ”

Another delicate voice said: "It is said that there is less luck in the ferocity, but unfortunately, a generation of young generals will inevitably be shrouded in horse leather." ”

"Oh, great, our revenge is also avenged, so he won't bully us again, this big villain!" Sozhe clapped his hands happily.