Night was approaching, and it was dark.

Within the wall, the courtyard is deep, and the willows are destroyed by the wind and rain, as if they have lost their support, and they are powerless to sway with the wind...... The leaves of the camphor pear tree were blown all over the ground by the wind, and the flowers in the yard were destroyed by the wind and rain, withering and falling......

Bai Qiuyan held an umbrella in her hand, wearing a moon-white skirt, the corners of the skirt were already covered with muddy water, she slowly approached this alley, feeling the breath here.

The breath here is depressing, deep, wordless, and unspeakably lonely. Time seems to be condensed here, and the light in life seems to have passed away here.

The rain is still falling, dripping, sparse, sloppy rain for a while, crooked wind for a while, fortunately the wind and rain are not big, so it will not be difficult to move an inch, pick up the stairs, Bai Qiuyan took the umbrella, knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened, revealing an old face full of bitterness, and the owner of this old face was none other than Li Bo. Li Bo glanced at the girl in front of him and asked, "Girl, is there something wrong?"

Bai Qiuyan explained the intention and told the matter of the ghost sword, Li Bo nodded in thanks, but did not invite her to enter the door, Bai Qiuyan could guess the situation in the house, so she didn't bother much, took the message, and went down the stairs with an umbrella.

At this time, a carriage came to the gate of the Song Mansion, Bai Qiuyan stopped and took a closer look, the handlebar style was a middle-aged man wearing a rain hat in a robe, the middle-aged man grabbed the reins and parked the carriage under the steps not far from her.

The middle-aged man got out of the car and lifted the curtain, and out of the car came an old man about fifty years old, wearing a soap coat and dressed as a housekeeper.

"Excuse me...... Is this the Song Dynasty Song Gongzi's house? The old man stood in front of the door and asked Lieber, who was about to close the door.

Bai Qiuyan was still standing in the rain, curious and watching.

Li Bo's eyes flashed with suspicion, and he stared at the man for a long time before asking, "I don't know who you are?" What's the matter with my second son? ”

"Oh, I'm the housekeeper in Master Yang's house, and my surname is Zhou."

After Steward Zhou introduced himself, he explained his intentions: "Our master wants to invite Song Gongzi to the house for a talk."

"My second son-in-law is not at home today, and when he comes back, I will definitely tell him. Oh...... Your Master Yang, which Master Yang is it? Lieber asked.

"My master is Yang Xuezheng, Master Yang." Steward Zhou is inconvenient to say that his master is famous, so he can only report his family as "learning from the master".

"Well, I know your master. My second son-in-law went to Suzhou, let's talk about it when he comes back. Li Bodao.

"That being the case, disturbed." Steward Zhou clenched his fists and said goodbye.

Bai Qiuyan watched Steward Zhou return to the carriage and was about to leave, so she hurriedly walked over, holding an umbrella in her hand, and reluctantly saluted: "Steward Zhou."

Steward Zhou saw such a slim girl with red lips and white teeth saluting to herself, and hurriedly replied, "The girl is polite, is there anything wrong?"

Bai Qiuyan said: "May I ask Steward Zhou, is your master Yang Xuezheng, who is known as the 'Immortal Crane Poet'?"

Steward Zhou smiled: "Exactly." The girl also knows my master? ”

Bai Qiuyan smiled lightly: "The little girl is not talented, I am fortunate to have read Yang Xuezheng's poems, Yang Xuezheng deserves to be the first in Yangzhou's poetry, it is indeed admirable!"

Hearing the woman in front of him praise his master, Steward Zhou felt honored, and his face showed a very happy look.

After all, Steward Zhou is also a person who has been a slave for many years, serving the master requires subtle observation, he has long practiced the ability to observe words and feelings, after such a few words of greeting, he has already seen that the woman in front of him has something to ask, so he said directly: "Girl, if you have anything to say, just ask."

Bai Qiuyan stretched her face and asked, "Dare to ask Steward Zhou, why did your lord invite the son of the Song Mansion to your mansion to talk?"

Steward Zhou saw that Bai Qiuyan looked lovely, and he forgot the truth of his words for a while, and said bluntly: "Don't hide it from the girl." Today, my lord came back from the academy, and wrote a poem in the study, but he got angry for no reason, and with a wave of his sleeve, he slammed the pen and paper to the ground......"

"My wife picked up the words that the master lifted to the ground, looked at them, and said to the master with a smile: 'This poem is very good, much better than the previous immortals and cranes!' Then the lord asked his wife, 'Do you think this poem is better than my previous ones?' Madame smiled and replied: 'Of course! The old man was even more angry, overturned the table, and said something 'both Song and Yang', but he didn't know what it meant......" Steward Zhou said this, coughing lightly, as if he wanted to hide his embarrassment, after all, he still knew how much ink he had.

"My wife has also read a lot of books and understands the meaning of my lord's words. So he asked the master, 'Didn't the master write this poem?' The old man nodded unhappily: "It was written by a young man named Song Ting, he was only twenty-one or twelve years old", and the lady said: "It is terrible to be so young and have such a high attainment...... The lady said, 'If he is so young, he must have a famous teacher behind him, so why don't you invite him to his home and ask him who his master is...... So, the master sent me to invite Song Gongzi. ”

Steward Zhou explained the cause and effect in detail.

After listening to Steward Zhou's words, Bai Qiuyan couldn't hide a trace of surprise in her eyes, and asked calmly: "That poem is called "Fixing the Storm"?"

Steward Zhou thought for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, yes, that's it...... What the wind. How would the girl know? ”

Bai Qiuyan shook her head deliberately: "I also listened to the neighbors talk about it, and I was curious, so I listened to a few words." One of the sentences, 'A cloud of smoke and rain in his life', is really well written. ”

Steward Zhou didn't understand poetry and didn't dare to judge it, he looked at the gradually fading sky, hugged his fists and said: "Girl, it's getting late, the master is still waiting for me to go back and reply, so I'll leave first."

Bai Qiuyan returned the salute and said, "Steward Zhou walks slowly."

Steward Zhou got into the carriage, suddenly lifted the curtain and poked his head out, and asked, "Girl, where do you live?" Need to give you a ride? ”

Bai Qiuyan stretched out her hand and pointed to the side: "My family lives nearby, I don't need to carry it, thank you Steward Zhou."

Steward Zhou lowered the curtain, the man in the robe raised his whip, and the carriage gradually moved away......

Bai Qiuyan looked back at the closed door of the Song Mansion again, and sighed silently, but she didn't understand what she was lamenting, and an inexplicable melancholy welled up in her heart......

Is it because of homesickness?

The word "home" is too heavy, for her who has been displaced since she was a child, it seems that she has long forgotten the feeling of home, and now, even her best friends have left, and she can't see where her fate will go......

Inside this door of the Song Mansion, although there is a woman whose life is not guaranteed, there is a man who is willing to go out for her...... This is probably what a "home" really looks like.

Holding an umbrella, she walked slowly all the way, thinking for no reason: she thought for a while that Hua Yingying was gone, how she should spend her days in Yunxiangyuan in the future; After a while, I thought about when I could be free, hand in hand with Tan Lang, talk about poetry and music, and love Bai Shou; She tried hard to think about the appearance of Tan Lang, but it became more and more blurred, and in the end, it turned out to be Song Ting's sad face for his wife...... After a while, I thought to myself, "Oh no, no, I've been delayed for a long time, and I'm going to be scolded by my mother again when I go back......", with complicated feelings, unconsciously, I have walked to the gate of Yunxiang Courtyard.

Standing at the door, at this time, the lights had been turned out in the courtyard and outside the courtyard, she looked at the plaque, and then looked at the Yingge Yan Dance as yesterday, and said in her heart: "It's really drunk tonight, here...... Is it really where I belong......"

…

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the sunlight shone through the leaves, dappled on the slightly muddy official road, and a string of plum blossom footprints were deeply and shallowly imprinted on the official road......

It was already noon, the weather was hot, the road was muddy, and the driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked into the distance with a lotus canopy......

But see a mile ahead, there is a beautiful peak, the peak under the valley is heavy, the mountains and rocks are craggy, the waterfall is turbulent, the stream is trickling, the whole peak is covered with clouds and mist, the fog is thick, like a fairy concubine, covered with a layer of mysterious light veil.

At the height of the waterfall, hang a soft goose boulder, and chisel three big characters that seem to shine with golden light - "Biyun Peak".

Song Ting parked the carriage next to a tree, tied the horse to graze under the tree, and then took the peony wine and peony painting in the car, picked up the winding sheep intestine path, and climbed the Biyun Peak.

Walking along the winding path for about an hour, Song Ting was a little thirsty, so he scooped water with his hands in the secluded stream, drank it to his heart's content, the water was clear and sweet, and he felt refreshed.

Walking a little further, I saw a stone tablet three feet high and one foot square, with four vermilion characters on the stone tablet: "Trespasser dies."

Song Ting glanced at it silently, then continued to walk forward when he walked under a large jujube tree that was hugged by three people......

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a cold arrow shot at the door in front of him, with vigilance and reaction, he subconsciously jumped away, and the cold arrow brushed his face, but failed to hurt him in the slightest.

"Yo! What a skill! A spiky duck muttered, and as soon as the words fell, a handsome young man jumped down from a leafy tree, a young and handsome young man, dressed in a strong suit, holding a horned bow in his hand, and carrying a quiver behind him.

He leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, chewed the leaves in his mouth, and stared at Song Ting, who also looked at him, but he was a handsome young man, but his duck voice was very uncomfortable.

"What are you here for? Want to trespass on my Biyun Villa? The duck boy spit out the leaves in his mouth and stroked his bangs, which was a little flattering.

Song Ting's heart sank: he was young, but he was a eunuch.

Song Ting said: "I'm here to find the peony monk of Biyun Peak, you just said Biyun Villa...... What is Biyun Villa? ”

"Yo?" The young man with a duck voice laughed, "You haven't even heard of our Biyun Villa, have you?" …… Out-of-towners, right? ”

Song Ting didn't speak, thinking in his heart that what Bai Qiuyan said to himself was indeed "Biyun Peak", not "Biyun Village", but since there are people living on the peak, then there should be a village.

"Hey! What do you ask? The duck boy drank softly.

Song Ting clenched his fists: "I really have a very urgent matter, so I came to ask to see Mr. 'Peony Layman'......" He thought about it at the moment, but he didn't know whether the 'Peony Monk' was a man or a woman, and it was not an exaggeration to call him "Mr."

"What do you say? Peony Layman...... Mr? The young man with a duck voice suddenly slapped his legs and laughed, "Do you know whether our owner is a man or a woman?" ”

Song Ting was slightly stunned, speechless for a while, and said in his heart, could it be that the "Peony Layman" is a woman?

The young man with the duck voice just smiled mysteriously, but did not tell each other.

"Without the hand of our owner, no one is allowed to go up and down the mountain, ......" The young man raised his hand and pointed to a boulder in the distance, and then pointed to a secluded stream, a chain bridge on the stream, and pointed to himself, and said: "Go up the mountain and down the mountain, a total of three checkpoints, even if you are a fly, you have to weigh yourself."

"You'd better go!" After the young man said lightly, he leaned on the trunk of the tree and ignored Song Ting.

Song Ting looked into the distance, the boulder was a thousand catties, and it sealed the road to death, and no one could get by; The chain bridge on the secluded stream only has two iron chains, and I'm afraid that a person with good light skills like Youjian can't fly over......

Song Ting's heart sank unconsciously, and his heart was sad, but all things of life and death need to ask for help, where is it not a thousand difficulties? Heaven and earth are unkind, all things are dogs, life and death have nothing to do with themselves, who is willing to spend a little more heart?

Looking up at the sky, I suddenly felt dizzy, weak, staggered, and fainted.

"Xiaoyu, why is this lying person?"

"Owner! How did you get here? ”

"Bring him to the village."

"Yes!"