After Luo Zhaoyun sent Li Jing away, he returned to the attic, he didn't go back to the house directly, he planned to stay here tonight, because there was a date at night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just before the banquet, he received a note from a maid, which read: See you at night, Yanyu Pavilion!

There is no signature, but the handwriting on it is obviously Xiao Yiyi's handwriting.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled slightly, guessing that Xiao Jiaren was going to date him, he was still a little happy in his heart, although the two of them did not pierce the layer of window paper, but they both had each other in their hearts, the relationship gradually strengthened, and there was a cooperative relationship, all kinds of factors, so that the friendship between the two was somewhat beyond the ordinary red friends.

He stood in the attic, leaning on the railing in front of the window, looking at the night scene outside the window, the jade steps were cold, the moonlight was cold, and the autumn was lonely.

Luo Zhaoyun stood here, looking at the courtyard under the moonlight, blue bricks and tiles, rockery waterfalls, curved corridors and bamboos, ancient pavilions and stone screens, there is a classical scenery.

Thinking that Li Jing is about to leave Chang'an City with the Red Whisk Girl, and since then he has wandered the world and gone away, this is their life process, although it is bitter, but it is a harvest of love, and tempering the feelings of the two people, if they are tired of being together all day long, maybe it is not the life of the Red Whisk Girl and Li Jing, these strange people.

Will they meet bearded customers? And then form the Wind and Dust Three?

Luo Zhaoyun smiled slightly, don't worry about it, everyone has their own life, he doesn't want to interfere too much, just silently support and wish well.

Waiting for the beauty to arrive, Luo Zhaoyun walked to the desk, spread out the rice paper, pressed the inkstone, lifted the pen and moistened the ink, thought about it, and began to write a poem by Li Yu in the late Tang Dynasty:

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't just have a general taste in mind.

At this time, on the wooden ladder outside the door, there was already the sound of light footsteps, and Luo Zhaoyun was extremely smart and could already hear the footsteps of the beautiful woman.

"Knock knock!" A shadow knocked at the door.

"Come in!" Luo Zhaoyun greeted.

"Squeak-" The wooden door with red carvings was opened, and Xiao Yiyi, who was wearing a turquoise cloak, entered the house, closed the door casually, and the personal maid was placed in the room under the attic.

"Zhaoyun!" Xiao Yiyi took off her cloak and revealed a beautiful face, with slender willow eyebrows, curved eyelashes, delicate eyes, delicate nose, red lips and chin full of the beauty of a classical lady.

Taking off her cloak, she revealed a goose-yellow long skirt with a good ratio of blouse to skirt, showing a high waist, slender as a bundle, and a pair of embroidered crested shoes worn under her feet.

"Here we are." Luo Zhaoyun put down his pen and smiled at the beauty.

Xiao Yiyi nodded, and the moment her eyes saw him, she couldn't move away.

Her body trembled slightly, and she walked over step by step, like a lotus flower floating on the water.

"Congratulations to Zhaoyun, you have returned triumphantly, you know, now in the capital, there is word of mouth that you have broken the enemy army on the front line, and you have become famous again."

Luo Zhaoyun shrugged his shoulders and said: "It's all a false name, it represents the past experience, it won't help too much in the future, every battle, the situation is changing rapidly, indulging in the old fame, you will eventually suffer defeat!" “

Xiao Yiyi didn't expect him to look so lightly, she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Luo Zhaoyun was more mature in terms of demeanor and figure.

At this moment, he is like a tall and wise man, fading away from the immaturity of a teenager, I imagine why a fifteen-year-old boy is so precocious?

Precocity? Xiao Yiyi thought of this word, and her cheeks were unconsciously a little hot, and she didn't know if he was ripe?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yiyi was a little ashamed, and secretly scolded herself for staying in the Qinglou for a long time, and she was used to making meat jokes with her personal maids, unlike everyone who was hazy and ignorant, and couldn't be a real lady anyway.

"Seeing that you can return safely and have a meritorious record, I am really happy for you, and you will definitely become a famous general of the Great Sui in the future!"

"I hope so!" Luo Zhaoyun is plain and easy, and he doesn't care so much about fame and fortune and career, and he seems to be free and uninhibited.

The more he is like this, as if he doesn't care about everything, it makes Xiao Yiyi feel that his character and mind are unique, far from being comparable to those rich children in the capital. In the past few months, there have been many dignitaries and nobles, descendants and collateral descendants of the emperor's relatives and relatives, who have come to her to listen to the piano, and at the banquet, it is inevitable that they will boast about some of them, those who understand the literature, say that they want to write famous sentences through the ages, and those who understand martial arts plan to gallop on the battlefield in the future and be a victorious general!

At first glance, it seems to be quite ambitious and ambitious, but Xiao Yiyi's ears are almost full of cocoons, because there are too many people who can only express it, on the contrary, there are too few people who really work hard to achieve it.

Xiao Yiyi thought of Luo Zhaoyun again, he had already written a famous sentence at the age of fifteen, and as a pioneer general, he was in the enemy formation, and constantly won big victories, such a young hero, compared to those rich children in the restaurant, boasting about himself, much stronger.

Since then, her vision has been higher, and the arrogance that used to crisscross between princes and nobles seems insignificant and too false, far less than getting along with a real person like Luo Zhaoyun, which brings her more happiness.

"Are you writing poetry?" Xiao Yiyi saw his desk and the undried handwriting, and couldn't help but ask excitedly.

Luo Zhaoyun said with some humility: "Sort of." “

Xiao Yiyi walked over, picked up the rice paper, and read it softly: "Go up to the west building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook ......"

When she finished reading, she sighed softly, this kind of long and short words gave people a sense of depression and melancholy, which was very in line with her state of mind.

"Zhaoyun, you missed Chongyang this year, the chrysanthemums are about to be adjusted, I look forward to your return, Sijun's cut, indescribable, I don't know if I would like to write another poem or words for Yiyi, with chrysanthemums, it can be regarded as making up for it, my ...... to you Care! Xiao Yiyi said, her voice became weaker and weaker, her cheeks were slightly red, and she looked a little embarrassed.

Luo Zhaoyun thought about it, he could also feel the beauty missing him, and there was a special feeling, the relationship between the two was slowly getting better, from friendship to indescribable feelings, he nodded and said, "Yes, let me think about it!" “

After a while, under the gaze and expectation of the beautiful woman, Luo Zhaoyun started writing and wrote another poem by Li Yu:

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose flew high and the people did not return, and the curtain was idle. (To be continued.) )