Sunset at the foot of the mountain.

The black-clothed literati stroked the piano and played.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and straight into the hearts of the people, and suddenly there seems to be a hollow valley orchid quietly blooming, and there are birds singing green.

Buzz.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Tsing Yi, who was fascinated by the sound, suddenly woke up from the beautiful artistic conception, stepped forward and said, "Mr. The string is broken, I will change the string." ”

The black-clothed literati sat silently.

The string breaks ominously.

"Will Song Ci hate me?"

The woman in Tsing Yi named Tang Shi, whose snow-white hands used to holding swords, suddenly froze, and comforted the black-clothed literati, "No, Mr. is too worried." ”

The black-clothed literati sighed.

Deep loneliness.

The string has been broken, where is the bosom friend?

"Zhao Changyi left Lin'an City, and that Li Ruyu also left."

"Yes, if the news from the second sister from the Blue Dragon Society is correct."

"She can't go wrong."

Thinking of that woman, a rare touch of appreciation and regret appeared on the face of the literati in black...... Ill-fated, she is ashamed of herself in this life.

It doesn't stop with her.

is worthy of the red-clothed Song Ci, worthy of the Tsing Yi Tang poems, and worthy of the Qingcheng Fang Liunian.

And all this is just for the sake of three points in the world.

For the one in my heart.

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In Guanzhong, the new willow has been lush.

Ten miles outside the city, there are several people standing sparsely.

There is a snow-white bearded old man, with a cane, although he is dressed plainly, he can give people a sense of reverence for the mountains, and his gestures are full of the bookish atmosphere of the family of scholars.

There is a middle-aged man, dressed in a green shirt, full of elegance.

Not far behind him, there were five or six servants, and several palanquin bearers, all of whom were respectfully restrained.

Lao Suo looked at the horse and the donkey that were slowly moving away.

Immediately, the people were dressed in the snow, full of vicissitudes, holding a wine jug in one hand, and singing happily.

Before the donkey could reach the man, he had a sword in front of him, a light blue beauty mole on the corner of his lips danced lightly, and he was holding a folded willow in his hand, which was thrown for a while.

Lao Suo looked at the people on horseback and donkey in the distance, and couldn't help but praise: "This is also the grace of the scholar." ”

The middle-aged man in the green shirt smiled, "Father, this master and apprentice who has been a guest in our house for a long time, the woman Xie Wanxi is favored by your old man, not to mention that there is the "Chivalrous Travel" in Shuzhong, and she is also the granddaughter of Xie Lang, the secretary of the Lin'an Ministry of Officials, is indeed worthy of our Li family to replace him with a distinguished guest, but the master surnamed Li has never written amazing poems, and the handwriting he wrote has not reached everyone's demeanor, why do you respect him more?" ”

Lao Suo squinted slightly, "You, it's better to be graceful, I've read the book in vain in the past few years." ”

The middle-aged man in the green shirt couldn't cry or laugh, "The child has never been slack, he is obsessed with learning, and even his career has been delayed. ”

Lao Su nodded, "You are indeed not the material to be an official." ”

paused, "Although Li Fuzi didn't have an amazing trial, but just by virtue of his teaching of Xie Wanxi, in this cold world, few scholars can catch up with him, not to mention ......"

Lao Suo's eyes shone with a radiance of mad worship, "Besides, do you know who he is?" ”

The middle-aged man in the green shirt was stunned, "The master surnamed Li." ”

Lao Suo laughed and said that there are a lot of spring thunders this spring, and I don't know if it has alarmed the heavens.

The middle-aged man in the green shirt was thoughtful.

Lao Suo turned around, "Go home." ”

Xu Xiaolan of Liuzhou, also a stranger Xu Xiaolan, met Su Hanlou in Meishan, and wrote poems for a long talk, sword splitting thunder thirteen ways, he has no regrets in this life.

That Su Hanlou is likely to be the Su Immortal who is cold in the sky and doesn't know what year it is.

In this year's warm spring with frequent spring thunders, I had a secret conversation with Li Fuzi.

Li Fuzi, who is free and happy in life, did not lie to himself.

When he asked Qinglian himself, he smiled and said nothing.

Default.

In an instant, the spring thunder was rolling in the thunder, and it almost wanted to fall.

Li Fuzi, who is not inferior to Su Xian, is also the master of my generation of scholars.

In this life, I have no regrets.

There are poets and immortals in the world, and Qinglian is in front of him.

What's the pity?

It's a pity that I don't name the world with my article, so I can't have a hearty literary meeting with this master.

There are also regrets in this life.

After getting up from the sedan chair, the old man closed his eyes and stared, and suddenly laughed, "Xie Jiawanxi, the word Daoyun?" Is it a coincidence, or is there a stranger in Xie Lang's mansion, why did he take such a name, is it Xie Lang or Xie Changjin? ”

Eastern Jin Dynasty Xie Shi.

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"The happiness of the world is not negative wine, three or two spring burns double buildings, the palace flying sleeves, but the weather is as cool as autumn; After the drizzle in the green mountains, whose cardamom has thin lips, and does not pour sorrow, and mourns. ”

A little word that came from the excitement.

Cardamom Lori stared at the happy master fiercely with dissatisfaction, "Master, doesn't your conscience hurt?" ”

The white-clothed master looked surprised, "Why?" ”

"Graceful!"

"What's wrong with her?"

"Don't you have the heart, don't you know her affection for you?"

The Master smiled bitterly, "Who is the Master who is you?" ”

"You teach to write poetry, she teaches to write lyrics, they are both masters." Not to be outdone.

The master was speechless, and suddenly laughed playfully, "Then let's go back, the old man of the Li family will be very happy, but I don't know if that young man will die in the north, and whether there will be a girl who cries every day." ”

Xiao Xiao suddenly lost his momentum.

After thinking about it, he puffed out his cheeks and said angrily: "But it's not right for you to be like this, show mercy everywhere, but hurt everywhere, not to mention graceful, it's the lady in Shuzhong who is called what, she almost ran away from home for the sake of you, and she also hanged herself to threaten her parents." ”

The master looked innocent, "This is also blamed on the master?" ”

How do I know that out of the fan noodle village, a man with a face full of vicissitudes will be so attractive?

Are all cool women morbid and aesthetic?

Thinking about it immediately, Chongwen's more than 200 years of great coolness is understandable.

The Tang Dynasty back then was even crazier than that.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's eyes purred, "Master, if someone is really willing to run away from home for you, will you drive her away?" ”

The master didn't think much about it, "What do you say, hurry up." ”

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In the deep gate of Zhuhu, the man in the green shirt angrily found the father who was looking at the ink treasure left by Master Li, and the scholar's cultivation disappeared, and he said angrily: "Father, Wanyue is gone!" ”

Lao Suo raised his head and said angrily: "Pay attention to your words." ”

Walking, also refers to death.

The man in the green shirt hurriedly took out the silk paper in his hand, "This girl left a book, ran away from home, and said that she was going to find her freedom and happiness, it's just not like words, what kind of system!" ”

It's not like it, it's running away from home.

What kind of system is it, it means that this girl is not a little reserved girl, and she ran away from home for a man.

The point is that this man is twice her age.

These days, everyone knows that they almost didn't pierce the layer of window paper.

The Li family is graceful and cares about that man.

Lao Suo looked at the beautiful words on the paper, and slowly, the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile.

The Qingshan man was anxious, "It's all at this time, father, you can still laugh, you have to chase this girl back before the water is difficult to recover." ”

Lao Suo stopped, "It's time to go, let her go." ”

The Great Song Dynasty female word leader.

Tang Dynasty poets.

That's good.

This is the fairy couple walking in the world!