"Catch that kid!"

Finally, when Lin Lan swam fifty meters away, the bright fireworks in the sky exposed him overnight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt this time, who would be stupid enough to swim in a river?

A few small boats were lowered from the side of the painting boat and rowed quickly in the direction of Lin Lan.

"I'll you big watermelon!" Lin Lan wiped her face, swimming in such a cold lake is very physically demanding. At this time, his left leg was already a little hard and cramping.

The boat was getting closer and closer, and Lin Lan could only swim desperately towards the shore.

Syllable!

Penny overboard.

stretched out in front of Lin Lan.

"Come up!"

Lin Lan raised her head and saw the two clothed guests on the boat, who were not raining or snowing, and were still wearing a ribbon hat, they must be the heroes of the rivers and lakes (monsters) and the heroes (tires), so they quickly pulled the bamboo poles and climbed onto the boat.

The man in the cloth entered the water, and the boat turned around and left, speeding away on the lake. It was not easy to track when it was dark, and when they were on the painting boat, those eagle dogs stood tall and saw far away, and found Lin Lan, but when the boat rowed, they had no advantage, and groped aimlessly on the lake.

However, the boat that Lin Lan climbed on had already turned a corner and disappeared.

Slender West Lake crossed the Wuting Bridge, and after a few more rounds, it has entered the connected Hanoi. This is originally a suburb of the city, not to mention that today is the Shangyuan Festival, and the access control is extraordinarily relaxed.

Lin Lan was shirtless, already shivering from the cold. Whoever takes a dip in the icy water of the lake shiveres.

"Two knights, thank you for your help."

The one who was holding the penny grinned and said, "Outsiders, what is the name." ”

Lin Lan glanced at the clothed guest sitting at the stern of the boat, with a wooden crutch on the side, it seemed to be a lame man, he was suddenly startled, yes, wouldn't Yang be lame and not dead?

Feeling Lin Lan's gaze, the cloth guest suddenly? Raising his head, he looked at Lin Lan and muttered, "The donor is a rich and noble person, why should he fall into the quagmire?" ”

Lin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Cripple would definitely not call him a donor, and saw that there was a long hair shawl under the hat, it should be a Taoist priest, so he said: "The Taoist chief smiled." ”

The boat took off the hat, Lin Lan looked through the bright moonlight, it was a monk, and he glanced at the one sitting with some suspicion, and he did have hair.

This lame Taoist priest and a lame monk...... It can't be such a coincidence, right?

The head monk yawned and said: "The salt road is clear or not, it is related to the national economy, thinking about the people's livelihood, and the donor can ignore life and death, and risk his life, I really admire." Although he didn't ask Lin Lan's identity and why he was in the lake, the monk seemed to know everything, and he said it naturally.

Lin Lan didn't dare to be big, and asked very modestly: "The two masters are on top, and Lin Lan in the late life is just doing his best, and he is not worthy of praise." ”

The monk smiled and didn't speak, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said: "The rivers and lakes are mixed with fish and dragons, but there are still many miscellaneous fish, and those who can become dragons, such as Yang Xinyong, are just earth dragons, and it is difficult to become a climate." If the little donor intends to change this turbid world, it is still the best policy. ”

The lame Taoist smiled, "I'm afraid that the edges and corners of my youth will enter this filthy world and be smoothed and slippery." ”

The hour has passed, the fireworks in the distance have fallen, and the aftertaste of the New Year has dissipated. Lin Lan looked at the bright moon and said slowly: "The two are masters, if the juniors tell you that this bright moon itself has no light, but is just a projection of sunlight, do you believe it?" ”

"The poor monk believes."

Lin Lan glanced at the monk with some surprise, and continued: "There is no Chang'e or Jade Rabbit on this bright moon at all, and the Guanghan Palace is simply nonsense, and there are some big pits. So, do you believe it? ”

"Poor Dao believes."

"The poor monk believes."

Lin Lan saw that there was a sack on the boat, and she draped it on her body without care, and said: "Although what I said is the truth, I still like the bright moon Chanjuan, and the moon is wide and cold." ”

The monk asked, "The little donor wants to say, the heart is beautiful, even if this world is dirty, it won't hinder your pace?" ”

"No, this world is still very beautiful." Lin Lan smiled, "At least that's what I think in my heart. What I want to do is to remove a few dark clouds from the blue sky, so as not to affect my mood when looking at the blue sky. ”

The lame Taoist took out a piece of clothing from behind him, his face softened a lot, handed it to Lin Lan, and said, "This is very interesting. ”

"yes, and I don't think it's that hard. Because I believe that the vast majority of people still don't like dark clouds. ”

The boat slowly approached the shore, and the monk tied the rope on the bow of the boat and stepped ashore, "The little donor thinks that ordinary people dare not think, for ordinary people dare not do, it is rare to find strange people, live here for a few days, I have seen the psychic people, but it is difficult to see the accessible people." ”

"The two are high-ranking people, and the eyes of the high-ranking people are high, and there are few who naturally enter the eyes. In the eyes of the late students, my scholar is very good. ”

"Haha. It seems that I am really clumsy, please! The lame man shook his head and laughed.

The thatched hut was simple, and the three of them made it cross-legged, and tea was boiling on the small stove. Lin Lan's purple skin gradually became conscious.

"The little donor has seen Zhen Shiyin before?"

Lin Lan nodded, took a sip of the hot tea handed over by the monk, and said, "That's right." ”

The lame Taoist sighed and said: "Before the Lantern Festival back then, I only hoped that the little donor could help the donor Zhen." ”

"The Taoist is a master in the world, and the things of the year must have been an unpredictable prophet, in this case, why not do good deeds in time, but let the kid solve this situation a few years later?"

The lame Taoist smiled: "There are too many unfair things in the world, too many poor people, we can only watch, and the leakage of heaven will be retributed, so it is inconvenient to come forward." However, since the little donor is destined to meet Zhen Shizhu, then mentioning you is not a leak. ”

Lin Lan nodded and said, "Look at fate." After all, I am not one of those great men, and I don't know where his poor daughter is. "To be honest, although he promised Zhen Shiyin during the New Year's Festival, he is not very sure that Zhen Yinglian will really appear in the case of Jiayu Village in Jinling, all of this can only be said to depend on fate. Now Jia Yucun doesn't know where he is, but judging from Wang Yan's news, it seems that he has not yet taken office, and he doesn't know if he can help Zhen Shiyin.

The monk handed over a bowl of boiled rice balls, and said slowly: "The rice balls personally wrapped by the great monk of Qiling Temple, the little donor tasted one or two to see if it fits the taste." ”

After Lin Lan thanked him, he picked up the big rice balls that were half floating in the clear soup, and said with emotion: "It's spring, it's spring again." ”

"Alas, yes. Are the two immortals? ”

The lame Taoist swallowed a mouthful of rice balls, almost choked and rolled his eyes, drank a sip of hot soup before he recovered, pounded his chest and gasped, and said, "Have you ever seen an immortal choked to death?" ”

Forehead...... Damn, the ghost knows if the immortals will choke to death if they eat rice balls.

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During the Shangyuan Festival, the poetry meeting in Gusu City reached its peak.

The literati did not like such vulgar things as fireworks and lion dances, and the chanting of poetry and lyrics seemed to have become a necessary weapon for festivals. The poems were put into the poetry box and circulated in the various poetry societies. Once there is a good poem, it will be copied and put into the poetry box again.

Finally, at the time of the child, the most copied poems will be sent to the main venue, the Hanshan Poetry Society, to comment on the older generation of poets.

Cheng Jingyun sat in the corner, thinking about what Lin Lan, who could ask the public to come out and partner to deceive Lin Ruhai, what was he doing at this time.

"Cheng Gong, you came from afar, how do you feel that you have been worried about the past few days?"

Cheng Jingyun came back to his senses, it turned out that he was a fellow scholar back then, and he had some friendship before, so he said: "Tao Gong smiled, but he was a little sleepy. This man is old, and he gets tired when he stays up late. ”

"Since Cheng Gong is tired, let's go to sleep. It's a pity that the poets of this poetry club are rare to see. ”

Cheng Jingyun yawned and said with a smile: "Then I will leave." This poem has long been in my hands. He handed a manuscript of poetry to Tao Ran, stretched his waist, and walked towards the outside of the Hanshan Poetry Society.

Tao Ran glanced at the poem manuscript in his hand, and his squinted eyes suddenly widened.

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Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

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"Good words, who wrote these words?"

Suddenly, the central ticket singer exclaimed: "Shikui is born!" It's Yangzhou Lin Lan Lin Gongzi's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi"! ”

This word should really be written vividly today! Great! ”

"Yangzhou Lin Lan? How does a Yangzhou person come to Gusuna Shikui? My aunt Su's talented descendants are all a group of wine bags and rice bags? When an old Confucian heard that Shikui was actually from Yangzhou, he was so angry that he took the case. However, he can't say that Lin Lan's word is not good, it is too well written! I can only vent this anger on those scholars tonight.

Among them, many people who know how to read the words are holding the "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi" found in the poetry box and commenting on it.

"The old man thinks that Shang Yan is extremely exaggerated, but it is not as intriguing as the next one, and I don't know which Ling Han Aomei this Lin Lan little friend has met to be able to write such a masterpiece."

Another old man in a white shirt shook his head and said, "It's superficial. According to the old man's opinion, the person standing in this lamplit place should be this Lin Lan Xiaoyou himself. With the prosperity of the world, under the lonely lamp, the person who is alone is enough to see that this son is extraordinary! Awesome, amazing. ”

An old man who had never spoken during the banquet coughed his throat.

The house was full of silence.

The champion of Kangtai's first year, Li Yun, the former secretary of the Ministry of Rites, such a heavyweight figure, even if he is not in the court, the residual heat exerted is unimaginable. During the New Year's Festival, the door is full of guests, and there is an endless stream.

"Yun Gong, what do you think?"

"There's no need to discuss it. This is not a word that can be discussed. Li Yun folded the poem manuscript and put it in his sleeve, "On the Shangyuan Festival, there are countless poems, but this one is indispensable." ”

Yun Gong got up and left, leaving everyone stunned.

Such an evaluation is inevitable...... Isn't that too high?

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A night of fish and dragon dance.

This Lantern Festival is not peaceful.

Shang Qingyang boarded the Spring Breeze Crossing, looked at Dieyi kneeling on the ground, and said slowly: "How did he escape?" ”

Dieyi said tremblingly: "From ...... ...... from the window

Shang Qingyang closed his eyes, but he could see the rolling eyeballs on his eyelids.

"What a damn thing!"

The big salt owl was broken in his hands Shang Qingyang, but was played around by a small loach, Shang Qingyang walked out of the cabin, looked at the lake without shock, and muttered to himself: "Lianghuai Salt Road, it's really time to change hands!" ”