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Meng Jiangnu is a chaste woman after all, although she has nothing to do with herself, and now she is a little interesting to herself, but she still needs an opportunity to get married.

Don't even think about it.

Li Fuyao is not in a hurry, he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Anyway, in the future, it will be a prosperous era of Qianchun, and the Great Song Dynasty and Dajin will be at peace in the world, and if there is chaos, that is, whether the traverser Li Fengwu will engage in the Northern Expedition, and the rest of the time will be peaceful in the world.

After the civil strife in the Southern Song Dynasty passed, the traverser did not make trouble, and Zhao Yan, the son of heaven, found fault for Li Fuyao.

It is said that a petty official like Li Fuyao is still an ancestral yin literary official with no real power, if he does not participate in the imperial examination and does not have the recommendation of the central figures of the court, he may enter Zhao Yan's vision in this life.

But what happened before: Zhao Yanjie, a disciple of the clan, colluded with the imperial city Silong Dayuan to take away Bao Xi strongly, and took advantage of the civil strife to frame Li Fuyao as a thief in Yipingzhuang, and then Li Fuyao went to the vertical arch hall and hung the sword Zhao Yan's head and neck, which is difficult not to be remembered by Zhao Yan.

Now that the chaos has passed, we, the strongest king of the Southern Song Dynasty, finally thought of this sword.

There is no room for others to hang their swords on the side of the couch.

As the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, sitting on half of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Yan was an aggressive and enterprising king, and Zhao Yan in history was hit after the Longxing Northern Expedition and lost much enterprising spirit.

But now, because of the traverser Li Fengwu, the Northern Song Dynasty of Longxing defeated Dajin miserably.

Zhao Yan has ambitions for the restoration of Bianjing.

People, once there is hope, they will think more and cherish their lives more, so Zhao Yan is deeply afraid of the Xuandelang Li Fuyao who can enter the vertical arch hall and hang the sword on his head and neck without knowing it.

As the king of the Zhao family, there are no internal and external troubles at this time, so it is natural to solve this sword.

So Zhao Yan moved.

On this day, in the vertical arch hall, Zhao Yan summoned a deputy chief of the inner servant, and after the conspiration was authorized, the inner servant Zuo Duzhi was dark for a while, and after retreating with a sharp voice, the inner servant Zuo Duzhi quietly went out of the inner house.

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In the autumn of Suzhou and Hangzhou, the water is moist and the clouds are pale and white.

Extremely beautiful.

Jiangnan Water Town, stone road, blue bricks and black tiles, against the blue sky, the suburbs of Lin'an after the civil strife, several winds and rains washed away the bloody gas, and the prosperous era of Qianchun officially spread its wings in this year.

Li Fuyao took Meng Jiangnu, Xiao Xi, and Shuxiang out and went to the Qiantang River.

In autumn, it is the time to watch the tide of Qiantang.

Qiantang tide observation began in the Han and Wei dynasties and flourished in the Tang and Song dynasties.

On the official road to Yanguan Town, because of the war, there were not many people, only some rich sons and daughters of wealthy families, and the common people were busy multiplying.

From Lin'an County to Yanguan Town, it is only eighty or ninety miles.

I can only watch the night tide today, and then watch the tide again tomorrow morning, and return home in the afternoon.

There is nothing to do all the way, watch autumn go to winter.

When they came to Yanguan Town, it was past the time to watch the tide, so Li Fuyao and the four of them stayed in the town and waited for the early morning to see the tide.

There are two points in time for watching the tide of the Qiantang River.

One is the morning hour, that is, around seven to eight thirty o'clock.

One is the afternoon Shen time, that is, around two to three and a half.

The rest of the time there are also tides, small tides.

However, at night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and Yu Li Min brings the beauties, prepares fine wine and snacks, and watches the small tide and waits for the big tide in Yanguan Town, which also has a unique flavor.

In the wee hours of the morning, the sky was getting brighter.

Li Fuyao turned over and sat up, and slapped his naked lamb-like scholarly buttocks, "Go and wake them up, I'll go and prepare all the food, if it's slow, you won't see the tide." ”

Shuxiang opened his eyes lazily, quickly got up and went to the next door to pull up the two friends who had been tormented by the moaning of the bookish fragrance last night, and the group took their things and went to the embankment of the Qiantang River outside Yanguan Town.

I came to the embankment and chose a prime location.

Li Fu swayed the table, put the food in the book, and then lit the fire with the small road brought by the big officials and began to make tea.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the fire is swaying.

The sound of insects chirping, and the salty smell of earth and sea water in the night breeze was very good.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival in August.

Although the civil strife has just passed, there has never been a shortage of rich people in the prosperous Lin'an.

There were a lot of people who came to see the tide.

After the four of them chose their positions, about half an hour before and after, about 20 people were scattered.

They all brought small chairs, tables and stools, delicious snacks, and a big official brought a fire, which was boiling at the moment, ready to make tea.

Li Fuyao lay comfortably on his back on the chair and looked at the people around him.

On the left is a rich official, who seems to be in business, with a big face full of red light, sitting there with a big belly, one of the two maids pouring wine for him, and the other intimately beating his back.

There was also an old butler-like person next to him, quietly making tea.

The fire was raging in the stove.

The official yawned and muttered, "Isn't it too early?" ”

The person who looked like a housekeeper smiled and said: "Big official, you should see the flowers as soon as possible, and the same is true for watching the tide, if you feel sleepy, you can sleep again, and you will be woken up later." ”

The official nodded, "I'll squint for a while." ”

The maid who beat him on the back let go of his hand, sat down quietly, and looked at the direction of the tide with his face propped up.

Farther to the left, are a few scholars who look like scholars.

The eldest is about thirty years old, and the younger one has just reached the crown, but it is a little strange that he wears a sword, which is obviously not an ordinary scholar's travel-this time in the Great Song Dynasty, it is not easy to wear a sword, and the government has permission to do so.

If an ordinary person is wearing a sword, he will be arrested and put in prison in minutes, so before Wu Song became the head of the capital, he fought the tiger with his bare hands, there was no way, he didn't dare to bring a knife when he wandered the rivers and lakes.

On the right side of oneself, the closest one is the young couple.

The appearance of the newlyweds, crooked together, cuddling and hugging from time to time - there is no etiquette at all.

A little farther away, it's a big family.

This family is very prosperous, there are six or seven slaves alone, and the big officials headed by them are pure and beardless, and their temperament is extremely noble, and they are obviously pampered nobles.

He was accompanied by his son and daughter-in-law.

The two were teasing the seven or eight-year-old child, telling some stories from books, and Li Fuyao vaguely heard words like "Infant Ning, Painted Skin", obviously discussing the magical ghost stories of "Infant Ning" and "Painted Skin".

A little farther away, there is a blue-shirted ink man with a sword, and his momentum should be a petty official who has just arrived in Lin'an.

Behind him, followed by a tall servant, restrained in spirit, and his skills did not seem to be bad.

This is a very common Li Min front.

It's also a very ordinary group of people here - the only thing that is unusual seems to be a few of them, a young guy with three stunning beauties, and it's hard not to attract attention.