The words that Lu Heng said to Li Er actually didn't have much meaning.

It's just an interesting question, or maybe it's a temptation. As for what to try, perhaps only Lu Heng himself knows.

In Jiangning in early spring, the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of fragrant herbs. On both sides of the Qinhuai River, the small grass that grew out at some point actually bloomed into small yellow flowers. Colorful butterflies flying around on small wildflowers.

A fresh breeze blows, and the grass and digestion sway gently. The dancing butterfly spreads its beautiful wings, flapps for a while, and gracefully spins in the air, flying higher and higher.

Lu Heng stood by the Qinhuai River, looking at the crystal clear river in front of him, as well as the flower boats floating on the river, listening to the poems and songs of the scholars around him, but he also felt interesting.

In the afternoon, Lu Heng was idle. There was nothing to do, and after talking to Manager Fang, he thought about going to the Qinhuai River to have a look.

Although his home is not far from the Qinhuai River, since Lu Heng woke up, he has not taken this Qinhuai River seriously and carefully, which has been recited by literati and writers for thousands of years.

The afternoon sun is warm and shining, which is very comfortable. On the surface of the Qinhuai River, the waves are dripping. The wind-wrinkled surface of the river glows with a golden light.

The shallow laughter and the sound of the ladies by the river. It adds a touch of ancient charm to the Qinhuai scenery with a strong spring mood.

And those pretending to be chic and chic, followed behind the ladies in groups of three or five, shaking fans, and occasionally reciting some poems such as spring warmth and intoxication, which caused the women in front of them to cover their mouths and laugh. Everyone and the ladies occasionally looked back, and these talented people immediately dressed as decent gentlemen, without squinting, and the feather fan shook gently. It's quite romantic.

On a flower boat on the bank of the river not far from him, stood a woman in a long white dress. Although her face was covered with a light veil, Lu Heng felt that under that faint layer of tulle should be a cheek as beautiful as a fairy.

She stood there like a fairy in Limbo. The breeze blew across the river, and her long white dress danced in the wind as if it were about to fly away.

However, although this woman's temperament is extremely outstanding, she has a cold on her body that rejects people thousands of miles away. Standing at the bow of the boat, she is like a snow lotus in a glacier, although she is beautiful, but her cold temperament makes people dare not come forward to talk. That's why, many people noticed this woman, but no one dared to come forward to talk.

Her temperament is still the white snow of winter, which gives this charming Qinhuai spring color a touch of cold white.

The talented people by the river occasionally sneaked a glance at this woman, and then curiously asked their companions about the origin of this woman. And those young ladies looked at the woman's gaze, but they were a little disdainful, and of course, they were jealous.

Lu Heng, who was dressed in a cyan robe, didn't look like a scholar at all. It seems a little Meng Lang. At this time, he was sitting on a stump, groping his chin and looking at the woman.

The woman in white seemed to sense that someone was staring at him, turned her head, and glanced at Lu Heng. The beautiful eyes on the light veil flashed with a look of displeasure.

Lu Heng smiled and beckoned to the woman. Then seeing that the woman turned around again, Lu Heng sneered and withdrew his hand stretched out in mid-air.

With nothing to do, Lu Heng cleared a slightly flat piece of land in front of him, folded a willow branch, squatted there, looked at the pleasant spring scenery of Qinhuai in front of him, and sketched it.

With a few strokes, the melting Qinhuai spring light appeared in front of him. In the painting, the willow branches on the bank of the Qinhuai River are continuous, and a boat is moored under the willows in the river.

A beautiful woman stood at the bow of the boat, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she had something to worry about.

I don't know if I'm worried about my lover who is far away on the battlefield, or because of my loneliness.

……

In a pavilion by the river, Zhang Wenshan and Ning Wangye set up the tea set again, looking at the charming Qinhuai scenery in front of them, while tasting the best hair tips brought by Ning Wangye.

In the corner of the pavilion, Xiao Wu was riding on the railing, holding a grass branch in his hand, playing with a cricket in front of him.

The tentacles on the cricket's head trembled, and suddenly there was a squeaky sound. Jumped into the grass next to him. Xiao Wu, who is having fun, will not allow it to run away easily. Immediately throw down the grass branches, and jump into the grass to look for them.

When he jumped off the railing and searched, he couldn't find the cricket who had already fled. Disappointed, he raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this time, Xiao Wu suddenly saw a person.

This man he still knew.

Look at the guy squatting on the ground, holding a branch in his hand to write and draw. There was still a smile on his lips. After Xiao Wu remembered what had been tricked by this guy a few days ago, he hurriedly ran to the pavilion, grabbed Zhang Wenshan's robe, pointed to the scholar on the bank of the river, and shouted loudly: "Grandpa Zhang, look, it's that Zhanchen!" ”

"Oh?" Zhang Wenshan smiled, looked in the direction pointed by Xiao Wu, and sure enough, he saw the scholar last time: "Hey, it's really him!" ”

"Who is it?" Wu Ningyuan also put down the teacup in his hand and asked. Turning his head and following Zhang Wenshan's gaze, he saw that the scholar on the bank of the river had already stood up, patted the dust on his body, and seemed to be preparing to leave.

"It's the scholar who wrote down who came to sigh about the rise and fall last time, but I didn't expect to meet him here again! Hehe! Zhang Wenshan touched his gray beard and said with a smile: "It's an interesting person!" ”

Wu Ningyuan saw that the scholar seemed to be leaving, so he called over to a powerful man beside him, and after saying a few words to him, he let him leave.

"Hearing you say that, I'd like to get to know this young man." Wu Ningyuan said with a smile, poured a cup of tea for Zhang Wenshan and himself opposite, and said with a smile: "It's rare to meet an interesting young man, call over and talk!" ”

……

The woman in white on the bow of the boat is like the most unique and beautiful color in this Qinhuai scenery.

When the woman turned her head again, she frowned slightly and glanced at the scholar who had been staring at her, and with a frost on her face, she turned around and walked into the boat.

Seeing the woman leaving, the talented men who were sneaky on the bank of the river and didn't look at it sighed one after another, secretly scolding themselves for not being brave enough. It's not as good as the scholar who has always been obsessed, and people have watched it at least a hundred times.

Of course, Lu Heng didn't know what the talented people not far away were thinking. At this time, he had seen enough of the scenery. Also ready to leave.

He threw away the willow branch in his hand, clapped his hands, and stood up to leave.

"This son, please stay!" At this time, a powerful man walked over and respectfully hugged Lu Heng with his fist.

Lu Heng stopped and glanced at him, wondering in his heart, could it be that woman's bodyguard, seeing that he had been staring at others just now, would he be angry and send a martial arts master to come and beat him.

After thinking about it in my heart, when I saw this powerful man, he was still respectful, and there was no hostility. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Lu Heng asked with a smile.

The man shook his head, raised his hand and pointed to the pavilion not far away, and said to Lu Heng with a smile: "It's not that the villain has something to do, my family wants to invite the son to talk about it!" ”

Lu Heng looked in the direction that the man was pointing and saw two old men in the pavilion, and a child was looking at him.

Khan, that kid seems to be waving his fist at himself!

Hehe, it turned out to be them!

Lu Heng smiled in his heart and nodded.