Looking at the scholar in front of him, who was polite and bookish, he glanced at himself calmly and bowed to himself. Qing Lan's mind was a little in a trance, and for a while, the look in her beautiful eyes was a little stupid.

Such a bridge has appeared in her mind countless times.

Which woman did not have the years of spring, she was once young, and she also imagined that one day, in that peach blossom season, she was held by a scholar and wandered in the afterglow of the sunset...... Poignant poems, ethereal scholars, and deep words.

The scene in front of me is so similar to the scene that has disappeared from my mind for a long time.

It's just ......" and a poem of Qing, may Qing cherish it! ”

Such words made Qing Lan, who looked stunned, feel a pain in her heart.

Oh, this is not a dream after all!

He sighed bitterly in his heart, raised his head, and looked at the handsome scholar in front of him, but there was a faint calm color in his eyes. A wry smile lifted at the corner of Qinglan's mouth, and she sighed slightly.

"What a talent!" The staff members beside him, this time, saw Lu Heng waving on the spot. After just a moment of silence, a masterpiece was born.

It may seem casual and lightweight, but that's often the case.

There are some things that seem to be difficult in the eyes of people. They usually think that the person who does such a thing is either a god or an immortal. Moreover, the emergence of such a thing must have a wonderful story.

However, in fact, for the person concerned, it may be just a feeling in his heart, or it may be just a joke with the world in his leisure.

That's all!

"The writing is good, and the artistic conception is good. This poem can be called a masterpiece! A staff member, groping his chin, recalled the poems on the rice paper he had just seen, flowing and unpretentious, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were many wonderful things in it. At this time, in retrospect, he was amazed, touched his beard and praised in a deep voice, "Even if this poem is placed at the time of Emperor Shengwu, it is still a first-class masterpiece!" ”

"The peach blossoms are still there, but the beauty is nowhere to be found! Alas, there is no more painful thing in the world than this! ”

"Heh, it's a little melancholy, sad!"

…… Several staff members gathered together and whispered their own comments and understandings of the poem. Some people touched their chins and nodded in praise, while others looked stunned, as if they remembered their own things.

They whispered and whispered, occasionally turning their heads to look at the scholar who was looking at the county lord, and saw that he was dressed in a light cyan robe, his expression was calm, and his temperament was detached, and he couldn't help but nod, his eyes were full of admiration.

And Luo Wei, who was waiting to see the excitement on the side, did not hesitate at all when he saw the scholar, and wrote this masterpiece for the ages, and the taste in his heart was extremely complicated.

This scholar, maybe he doesn't even know it himself. His Royal Highness the King of Jin, how much he admires. But Luo Wei knew that when he was in the palace of the king of Jin, he had heard it several times that when the king of Jin talked about the poems written by this scholar, he would sigh with regret on his face, this person could not be used by me.

And after the King of Jin learned about the incident of Su Fu Yin of Jiangning Weaving Mansion, he stood up excitedly on the spot, patted the table, and praised: This person is very talented.

It seems that he didn't take the destruction of his Jiangnan granary at all.

At that time, Luo Wei cautiously proposed to secretly dispose of this scholar. But it was directly vetoed by King Jin.

At that time, the king of Jin waved his hand and said: It is easy to get a thousand armies and it is difficult to find a general. If you can use the Jiangning granary in exchange for this person's loyalty, let alone a Jiangning, it is the entire Jiangnan, and this king is willing to do it.

From this matter, Luo Wei could see how much King Jin attached importance to this person.

However, after this incident, Luo Wei had a trace of vigilance in his heart, and the existence of this scholar made him feel a huge threat.

He is the chief staff of the Jin Palace.

However, since this scholar was born, King Jin seems to have been thinking about him.

The meaning of solicitation is self-evident.

In case, this scholar really accepted the invitation of King Jin and became a staff member of King Jin's mansion.

That, according to how much King Jin attaches importance to this person. will inevitably succeed him and become the chief staff of the Jin Palace.

And, at that time, what will you do?

As the saying goes, one mountain does not tolerate two tigers!

Since then, Luo Wei has begun to think about how to dispose of this scholar. At the very least, he had to be kept from coming to Shanxi.

It's just a pity that the assassination of Chengdu Mansion that he was ordered to painstakingly arrange was ultimately lost.

The scholar returned unharmed.

After learning about this, Luo Wei made up his mind and decided to come to Jiangning in person. Look at this Lu Heng, who is it. By the way, muddy the waters.

Let those who want to touch the fish can't touch it, and let the people who are hung ashore can't achieve their wishes.

Now, seeing this, it seems that he has succeeded.

However, it worked out. However, there are always imperfections, even hidden dangers.

This poem, at this time, is the biggest hidden danger in Luo Wei's heart.

Since entering the door, I have seen that this scholar has a degree of answers, and his heart is calm, and he is not lacking in skills. Luo Wei knew that this scholar was definitely a formidable opponent.

And, especially in this scholar, just a slight groan, he wrote such a masterpiece. The quickness of his mind should not be underestimated, and the power of this poem seems to be far greater than the staff around him think.

Looking at the county lord's stupid look, you can know that this scholar is playing extremely beautifully.

Turning his head, Luo Wei looked at the scholar with a respectful look on his face, and took a step back, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance from the county lord. He smiled with some disdain.

Hypocrite!

"Lord, this poem...... There is a fraud"

After all, the county lord is a woman, and once she encounters this kind of thing, she will inevitably be rash. After thinking of this, Luo Wei thought about it, took a step forward, and said to the county lord in a low voice.

Hearing this, the county lord of Qinglan just smiled faintly.

In the palm of his hand, there seems to be still the warm temperature of the scholar.

She knew what Lowe meant by deception. Just, is it really fake?

Just now, the scholar gave this poem to his hand, raised his head, and quietly looked at his eyes at that moment...... It was a kind of helplessness, hope, and even ...... Decidedly.

Although, that look was just a flash, but it was very real!

It's just, it's so short-lived!

She sighed faintly in her heart, dispelling the charm in her mind that had just been held by the scholar. His mind became much clearer. Flipping the rice paper in the palm of his hand, he quietly glanced at the poems on it.

"The human face doesn't know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze!" After reciting it gently, the county lord of Qinglan raised his head and looked at Lu Heng with a smile, with a bewitching smile in his beautiful eyes.

"What does this poem mean by Lu Gongzi?" She covered her mouth, ate and smiled, with a touch of pink on her face, looked at Lu Heng and said angrily: "Could it be that you want to confess to the slave family?" ”

It's still such an ambiguous word, it's still a naked teasing. It's just that the wisp of truth that lingered between the two of them before disappeared without a trace with the exit of these words.

Lu Heng smiled lightly, raised his head, looked at the county lord of Qinglan, who pouted and had a look of resentment in his eyes, shook his head slightly and smiled: "The county lord thinks it is, that's it!" ”

"No, I'm going to listen to you!" Unexpectedly, the county lord of Qinglan actually held on to biting, she looked at Lu Heng with a smile, and a touch of excitement flashed in her eyes.

The little hands hidden in the sleeves, I don't know when, were already oozing sweat. She was so nervous that her little hands couldn't help but grasp the corners of her skirt tightly.

"Oh, Zengqing's poem, may Qing cherish it more!" Lu Heng smiled slightly, and after bowing slightly to the county lord of Qinglan, he moved out the previous sentence as it was.

Hearing this, the county lord of Qinglan froze for a moment, and his cheeks, which were like pink peach blossoms, flashed a trace of paleness. However, calm soon returned.

Although I know it's fake, I look forward to it.

Really, it's so funny!

She quietly looked at the scholar in front of her and sighed faintly in her heart.

After a while, the county lord of Qinglan smiled, covered his mouth, and said with a giggle: "Okay, I'm joking with you, you're still serious." Look at you! ”

"Today, I'm a little tired!" The county lord of Qinglan stretched his waist lazily, and after glancing at Lu Heng charmingly, he stretched out his little hand and yawned while covering his cherry mouth: "The slave family is gone!" ”

"Congratulations to the county lord's hall......!"

"Don't be busy sending off guests yet, the slave hasn't finished talking yet!" The county lord of Qinglan pouted angrily and glanced at him.

Then he saw the county lord of Qinglan and took out a handkerchief from his arms.

Then, fold the handkerchief neatly and place it in the palm of your hand. stretched out his little hand and presented it in front of Lu Heng.

"Oh, for you!" The county lord of Qinglan had a smile on his face, and on his white little hands, the silk handkerchief was filled with a faint fragrance.

At this time, she is like a little girl who is eager to show off, simple and real.

"Don't refuse!" Seeing that Lu Heng had not moved for a long time, the county lord of Qinglan snorted, and stepped forward directly, stubbornly stuffing the handkerchief into Lu Heng's arms.

"Alright, the slave family is leaving. Lu Gongzi doesn't have to send it! After doing all this, the county lord of Qinglan glanced at Lu Heng deeply, and the lotus step moved lightly, walking directly towards the door.

"Your Highness, take care!" Lu Heng looked at the departing Qinglan, clenched his fists and replied lightly.

Outside, the midday sun was shining. The beautiful and moving county lord, who was surrounded by everyone, after hearing the words from the room, paused slightly, and then walked out of the door with a light step.

Seeing the woman leaving, Lu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the chair, picking up the tea cup, and taking a sip of the cup of tea, he suddenly remembered that he still had the handkerchief given by the lord of Qinglan in his arms.

took it out and unfolded it to take a look, Lu Heng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then, there was a faint wry smile on his face.

On the slightly shaking silk handkerchief, a peach blossom is blooming, and under the lifelike peach blossom, two lines of juanxiu handwriting are clearly visible: "As soon as Houmen enters the deep sea, Xiao Lang is a passerby from now on"

(To be continued)