Time passed quietly, like the wind blowing through the willows, quietly and warmly. At this time, it was already March of Yangchun, and it had been more than two months since what happened in Liu's house.

For more than two months, life has been relatively peaceful. Except for a second room of the Liu family, who came over and said something similar to what you shouldn't do to Liu Qingqing, and then euphemistically said something like Liu Qingqing paying a little attention to the eldest prince of Fu Yin, there was nothing else.

The Su family also sent someone to come once. It's still the housekeeper who came to the door last time to withdraw from his relatives, and what he said is also a cliché. said how Lu Heng should help others, don't delay the happiness of the Su family, and so on. To sum up, you hurry up and take out the marriage book, otherwise you will have good fruit to eat.

For this matter, Lu Heng really didn't have anything to hesitate about. After all, he had never seen this fiancée who had been asking for divorce, so there was no kindness. And it still seems to be a nuisance.

Therefore, when the housekeeper of Su Mansion was leaving, Lu Heng, who had been sitting there without saying a word, stood up and sent him to the door very kindly, and then told him that the marriage letter would be sent to Su Mansion in a few days, so that Lord Su and the whole family should not worry. I will definitely not delay Miss Su's lifelong happiness.

After getting this satisfactory result, the housekeeper of the Su family left happily.

Watching the housekeeper of the Su family sit in a sedan chair, humming a little tune, and leaving proudly. Lu Heng stood at the dilapidated doorway, smiled faintly, closed the squeaky wooden door, and returned to the house.

The bureau has already begun to be arranged, and everything that follows depends on the development of things.

Although Lu Heng does not plan to use it at present. However, it is also used for self-defense. It's equivalent to making a mechanism and putting it there, as long as you don't touch it, everyone will be fine, and everything will be as usual.

However, if someone really can't bear to pluck their heart, they want to try it. Then Lu Heng had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and said to them regretfully, at their own risk.

Because if this game is triggered, the power that erupts is really scary.

I hope the other party won't touch it!

Today's errand in the palace was finished early, so Lu Heng and Manager Fang took a leave and left first. After returning home, washing up and changing into a long shirt, Lu Heng pulled out Liu Qingqing, who had been plagued by gossip. In the name of beauty, it is said that it is a trip, but in fact, it is also to take her out to relax.

After all, in this era when the defense of men and women is very serious, for a woman, the gossip on the street is very scary.

The afternoon sun was warm and comfortable, and the snow that used to be everywhere on the ground was now almost invisible. The breeze blew through the Qinhuai River, and the surface of the river was wrinkled. The flower boats on the river sway slightly in the breeze. On the bank of the river, there are already faint blue willow trees, swaying gently. Like the willow branches of a beautiful woman's long hair, they have pulled out tender green shoots, rustling and swaying as the wind blows.

Walking in the most prosperous area of Jiangning City, the uncle and sister-in-law occasionally said a word or two. The atmosphere was harmonious and warm, and there was no sign that the two had just gone through some twists and turns.

Spring came very early in Jiangning, and now that the snow has just melted, spring is impatient to step on the heels of winter and come to this land of Jiangning.

At this time, the wind is harmonious, and the willows are still there. When the snow melts, the pale yellow grass is revealed. The talented people walked in groups on the pale green grass by the Qinhuai River, which was called "walking green", but in fact, their eyes kept looking at the flower boats parked by the river. This place is also a place where beautiful women gather, and the ladies of the big family, accompanied by the maids of the family, come here. The maids who are in the flowering season are chattering and laughing at a certain talent. These ladies secretly took a large number of those suave talents, and then quickly cleaned up their eyes and pretended to be serious ladies. It's just that their slightly reddened cheeks are indeed as bright as peach blossoms in March.

Walking on the banks of the Qinhuai River, which is full of vitality, the mood seems to be broadened. The faint sorrow in the corners of Liu Qingqing's eyes finally dissipated.

"Thank you, uncle!" Liu Qingqing, who was raising his hand and fiddling with a willow branch, turned his head, smiled at the corner of his eyes, and said to Lu Heng with a bright and moving smile.

After Liu Qingqing tied the soft willow branches in a knot, she giggled playfully, relaxed like a little girl, and turned around and ran in the direction where many people had gathered.

Behind him, Lu Heng shook his head and smiled, and followed.

Not far ahead, near the dock, many talented people gathered there, craned their necks and looked inside. It was as if something interesting was going on inside.

Liu Qingqing ran over first, but stood quietly outside. It seems that he wants to see what interesting things are happening inside, but he is hindered by the defense of men and women, so he doesn't dare to go forward and squeeze it.

However, there are some talented people with outstanding vision, when they see a beautiful little woman coming, their eyes immediately light up, and when they come back to their senses, they are very polite and salute, and then bow down and let go. Invite Liu Qingqing to go in and have a look.

But Liu Qingqing always lowered the corners of her eyebrows, ignoring the enthusiasm of those suave talents. Occasionally, I heard some men say something light, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed on her pretty face.

Lu Heng, who came over, looked at his sister-in-law standing there weakly like a little girl. I want to see it but I don't dare to come forward to see it, and it's really funny.

However, her cute and respectable appearance is also really beautiful.

"Why don't you go in and have a look?" Lu Heng looked at Liu Qingqing's restrained appearance, laughed in his heart, and deliberately quipped.

Liu Qingqing blushed and raised her head and glared at Lu Heng. Then, and then he lowered his head again.

Why does my sister-in-law love to blush so much today? Lu Heng was slightly suspicious in his heart.

Just as he was about to ask, suddenly the talented people around him let out a cheer in unison.

"Good painting, good artistic conception! The old gentleman is tall! With admiration on their faces, the talented people clapped their hands and applauded.

It turned out to be someone painting!

Lu Heng was about to go in to take a look at the excitement, but he saw Liu Qingqing's beautiful eyes full of curiosity.

Thinking of the cute appearance of the woman who wanted to see it just now but didn't dare to step forward, Lu Heng smiled in his heart. Stretched out his hand again and gently grabbed her sleeve: "Let's go, let's go in and have a look!" ”

Although I verified my extraordinary prediction ability last time, after all, it doesn't taste good to be slapped. Lu Heng, who has been beaten once, will certainly not make a second mistake.

This time, he just pulled Liu Qingqing's sleeve and said to her with a smile. Seeing the other party's blushing cheeks and nodding in agreement, he followed in his own footsteps and moved to the place where the crowd gathered.

I was going to just hold Liu Qingqing's sleeve, but I didn't expect these talents to be too angry. Lu Heng, who had avoided a few people, frowned, and then directly reached out and pushed away the guys who came over and wanted to get some cheapness.

Liu Qingqing saw that these dignified talents around him were really hateful. Finally, he grabbed Lu Heng's wrist with some fear, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, otherwise, let's stop watching!" ”

Lu Heng smiled and wanted to raise his hand to pat the woman's shoulder. Be comforted. But I remembered the slap I received not long ago. just smiled, then coughed quietly, and withdrew the hand that was about to touch Liu Qingqing's shoulder: "It's okay!" ”

Squeezed in and looked, it turned out to be an old man dressed in luxurious clothes and gray hair, sitting by the Qinhuai River and painting. In front of the old man, there was a large easel, and on the shelf, there was a long picture of the Qinhuai River flower boat. In the painting, the misty Qinhuai River is extremely expressive, and the flower boat in the mist seems to be about to sail out.

The whole picture scroll is extraordinary.

Lu Heng glanced at the old man with a little curiosity, and was quite surprised in his heart.

The landscape paintings I saw before had been handed down for thousands of years, and the paper had been yellowed. Only the seal on it records the history of those famous paintings.

Today, this is the first time I have seen the birth of a masterpiece. It's just that I don't know the identity of the old man, and this old man who painted doesn't seem to have the meaning of the inscription.

Just sat there quietly, his gray eyebrows wrinkled together, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

Lu Heng once again set his eyes on this painting where the ink had not yet dried up, and the faint Danqing brush and ink flowed out a picture of the wind and moon of the Qinhuai River.

After a closer look, Lu Heng still noticed something.

Whether it is from the power of the brush in the painting or the use of Danqing's thick ink and color, the painting is indeed a good work, but it seems that the person who painted the painting is not so admirable at the prosperous scene of the Qinhuai River in his heart. On the contrary, between the pen and ink, there is a touch of melancholy.

Lu Heng withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at the old man with gray hair and eyebrows, and looked at his somewhat messy hair, flying messily in the breeze blowing on the Qinhuai River.

The old man just held the pen in his hand, staring at his painting lightly, hesitated for a long time, but did not put down the pen.

Instead, the old man turned his head to look at the many talented onlookers, and smiled and put the brush into the inkstone beside him.