"yes!" Lu Heng smiled, stretched out his fingers and flicked her smooth forehead, and said softly: "It's been hundreds of years!" Since ancient times, the Yellow Crane Tower has been a place for literati and artists to linger. Therefore, when we go up to the Yellow Crane Tower, we can see the biographies left by many ancient celebrities! It's also a sight! ”

"Then we are not celebrities, do you want to keep one too!" Wang Tingzhi said with a smile, although it sounded like a joke, but the look in her eyes was quite eager.

Belch......

After hearing Wang Tingzhi's suggestion, Lu Heng couldn't help but think of the famous saying "so-and-so came here to visit" that can be seen everywhere in some scenic spots in China in his previous life.

Ha, why don't you really write such a sentence?

Well, if you write it, you can be regarded as creating a precedent for a generation, which is really attractive.

Lu Heng groped his chin, thinking darkly in his heart.

"Okay!" Wang Tingzhi saw that Lu Heng was pondering and did not answer, so she grabbed Lu Heng's hand and shook it in disgust.

The sound made Lu Heng suddenly look sad and weak.

And Liu Qingqing, who was standing on the side, looking at the two of them with a smile, couldn't help hugging her arm after hearing Wang Tingzhi's snort, and shivered together.

"Good, good!" Lu Heng laughed, put his arm around Wang Tingzhi's shoulders, and laughed.

"Really?" Wang Tingzhi raised her head and looked at Lu Heng, her eyes full of excitement.

Lu Heng smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course!" ”

After getting Lu Heng's confirmation, Wang Tingzhi giggled, deftly dodged Lu Heng's wolf claws, and then ran to a group of sisters.

Several women huddled together, muttering something. There was a mixture of nervousness, eagerness, and more of a hint of excitement.

Lu Heng listened with bated breath for a moment, as if listening to what they were discussing, poems, songs, and the like.

Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi frowned cutely and bit their lips, as if they were brewing excellent poems. That nervous look, in Lu Heng's eyes, is really cute.

And Liu Qingqing also seemed to notice the smiling gaze from Lu Heng, raised her head, glanced at Lu Heng with a red face, and hurriedly turned around and pulled Wang Tingzhi to discuss the poem.

After eavesdropping for a while, Lu Heng finally understood. It turns out that what people want to write is not a visit here at all, but to write a poem that will be passed down through the ages with this Yellow Crane Tower.

It's so dark, it's so undeserved.

Lu Heng raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, secretly despising himself in his heart.

In addition to contempt, Lu Heng was also curious in his heart, why, in this era, everyone is keen to leave their own traces in scenic places? Is this true of literati and writers, and even of ordinary people?

Monk Fahai beside him, after hearing Lu Heng's question, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "The world is bustling with people coming and going, borrowing for fame and fortune." can be immortalized and leave an immortal name, how can you not like it? ”

Monk Fahai said a word that broke the sky, Lu Heng suddenly, groped his chin, turned his head, looked at Liu Qingqing and the few women behind him, muttering and discussing poetry, and smiled slightly.

What I think is to write down a sentence, so-and-so to visit here. And Liu Qingqing and them are thinking of writing a poem, which can add to the Yellow Crane Tower.

Hey, this is the realm gap!

Along the grassy path, a group of people talked and laughed towards the Yellow Crane Tower.

In the field, the golden wheat waves are like the sea, reflecting the charming brilliance in the gorgeous sunshine. The autumn wind blows, and the wheat waves gently undulate, bringing the sweet fragrance of malt in the fields, which makes people intoxicated.

The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn. In a few days, it will be the Chung Yeung Festival.

Since ancient times, China has had the habit of climbing the height during the Double Ninth Festival. In this way, the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang has become the best place for literati and ink writers to climb high and nostalgic for their hometown.

In the area south of the Yangtze River, the literati are extremely prosperous. Even in the Wuchang area of Hubei, this is the case.

Along the way, you can see rich sons in fresh clothes and angry horses everywhere, as well as ladies who sit in sedan chairs and go to the Yellow Crane Tower together accompanied by many people.

The rich boy with a tall horse, a lupine scarf, a handsome face, gently shook the reins of the horse, and passed by the sedan chair along the way with great energy.

Then he made a serious look of a gentleman who did not squint, and stayed in front of the sedan chair with trepidation, and said loudly to his companions, and he occasionally got a poem.

In the midst of the many crowds of anticipation, Childe coughed and chanted aloud.

In a burst of cheers, Brother Gongzi had a soft spot and secretly glanced at the sedan chair with the curtain moving slightly. I thought in my heart, whether the beauty in the sedan chair was attracted by her own literary brilliance, and she secretly promised something.

However, after seeing that the curtain moved slightly and the beauty had no news, Brother Gongzi looked embarrassed, coughed, rode a horse, galloped over with people, and continued to look for the next target.

"Childe, aren't they cold?" On the carriage, Agui drove the carriage, raised the whip in his hand in surprise, and pointed to the boy in front of him who was riding a horse, the autumn breeze was blowing, and his clothes were flying. Seeing that he was still shaking his fan in this cool autumn, he asked suspiciously.

"Grace, and temperature!" Lu Heng smiled, turned his head, and looked at Aguidao.

"What's the explanation?" Ah Gui didn't know what was going on, and wondered.

Lu Heng, who was sitting on the side of the car, smiled slightly, picked up Erlang's legs, took out a folding fan from the neckline behind his neck, opened it with a bang, and shook it on his chest. ”

Ah Gui suddenly let out a long oh. But then he saw that Childe also began to shake the fan, and said in surprise: "Is Childe too?" ”

Lv Heng: "......"

Flutter ......

A pleasant laughter, ringing like a silver bell, came in the wind and beat on everyone's hearts.

After hearing this voice, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and looked towards the carriage behind him.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was raised, and Liu Qingqing and the other women were also poking their heads out, as if looking for the source of the laughter.

After staring at Lu Heng for a while, Liu Qingqing looked at Lu Heng with a smile, covered his mouth and snickered: "Isn't Xianggong's demeanor comparable to others, a sentence of demeanor and temperature can attract the attention of a big lady, it is really extraordinary!" ”

Beside them, Wang Tingzhi and Ouyang Ruolan looked like they were enemies, their lips pursed, and they looked at Lu Heng with resentment.

And Su Qianqian, who was sitting on the side, snorted coldly, turned her head, and gave Lu Heng the back of her head.

This flying vinegar......

When Lu Heng heard this, he rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"I'm just saying it casually!" Lu Heng smiled bitterly, spread out his hands, and explained innocently.

Liu Qingqing's beautiful eyes flowed, staring at Lu Heng, oh, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, her fingers dragged her lovely chin, and she was deliberately surprised: "Since you said it casually, then why, the concubine has not heard such a witty word?" Sisters, have you heard? ”

"Nope!" Wang Tingzhi and Ouyang Ruolan had red eyes and shook their heads very hurtfully.

"I've heard of it!" At this moment, Su Qianqian lightly opened her lips and said lightly: "However, it is the other way around!" ”

Although listening to the tone, it seems to be for Lu Heng to shirk. However, this sentence really scared Lu Heng into a cold sweat.

Lu Heng did say this before. It's just that it's outside the plug.

At that time, Ouyang Mochou, who was following him, made himself a set of cotton clothes and prepared to give them to Lu Heng. It's just that Ouyang Mochou is worried in his heart. I have to tease Lu Heng.

At that time, Ouyang Mochou broke into Lu Heng's camp in the middle of the night and threw away the quilt on Lu Heng's body. Lu Heng was left in underwear, huddled in the corner shivering from the cold, looking at Ouyang Mochou who was like a queen. And Ouyang Mochou was like a bad uncle possessed by a Tang monk, holding the brand-new cotton clothes, shaking and shaking in front of Lu Heng, with a wicked smile, seducing Lu Heng and saying, "Do you want it?" ”

"Yes!"

"Do you really want it?"

"I really want to!"

"Why don't you say it?"

Reach out and hold on.

"Looks like you really want to? So why do you want it? ”

“……”

"If you want it or not, why don't you speak?"

“……”

"Hey, so you don't want it!"

"I want to!"

"Why?"

"I'm cold!"

"But you, Lord Lu, have a good demeanor, if you wear this cotton clothes, will your image be damaged?"

"For the sake of temperature, not afraid of demeanor!"

"Hee-hee! It's true? ”

"Really, really!"

"Then you learn to bark, and I'll give it to you!"

“……”

"Huh? Don't want to? ”

"Wang ......"

"Good!"

……

The bitter cold in the north of the country, the ambiguity in the tent. For a while, like a movie screen, Lu Heng's heart swelled.

Although I remember that night the temperature outside was cold, and the dripping water turned into ice. At that time, I was also shivering from the cold. But now that he thinks about it, Lu Heng's heart is warm.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After laughing twice, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why is it cold on your body?

After Lu Heng came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the four women were staring at him with a smile. The eyes that were as clear as water, as if they could see through people's hearts, made Lu Heng's heart weak for a while.

"Sister, who did she tell me?" Liu Qingqing stretched out her hand to hold Su Qianqian's little hand, but her eyes kept looking at Lu Heng, and asked with a smile.

Su Qianqian glared at Lu Heng, opened her mouth, and was about to break the news.

Lu Heng's face changed, then he lowered his head, raised his hand, blocked his lips, coughed lightly, raised his head, looked ahead, looked at the vast Yangtze River, and said lightly: "Sitting on the lotus, pushing the cart!" ”

When she said a word, Su Qianqian suddenly blushed, stretched out her hand to cover her hot red face, lowered her head, and muttered, not daring to speak anymore.

"Phew!" Liu Qingqing blushed, snorted lightly, glared at Lu Heng shyly, lowered his head, and said with a weak heart: "Bad ruffian!" ”

Wang Tingzhi coughed dryly, turned her head unnaturally, and looked out the window.

"Sister, what is a sitting lotus?" Ouyang Ruolan blinked her big innocent eyes, took Liu Qingqing's hand, and asked purely.

Liu Qingqing's face turned even redder, and for a while, she was shy and embarrassed, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Dengzi!"

And at this moment, passing by the sedan chair beside him, after the curtain shook for a while, there was a strange sound of shame and anger from inside.

Lv Heng: "......"