The breeze is blowing, and the water by the lake is rippling. On the wind-wrinkled lake, lotus leaves dance. In the distance, the fiery red maple forest, gently swaying in the wind. In the sound of rustling leaves, the red leaves that rained like fire fell quickly.

The afternoon sun is warm and bright, shining on the surface of the lake with shimmering waves.

Women dressed in costumes gathered around the scholars. looked at the scholar with a calm expression and a delicate face with a smile on his face, and his beautiful eyes were full of tenderness. Occasionally, the women would raise their heads and glance at each other. In that strong affection, the shyness exuded made the garden in late autumn suddenly full of spring.

Lu Heng stopped at the desk, holding a brush in his hand, looking at the four bright and moving women beside him. In my heart, I am satisfied, but also a little regretful.

Lean forward slightly. The soft end of the pen is soaked in thick ink. Scratched on the smooth rice paper.

The autumn wind blew, and the scholar's clothes flew up. The handsome face, in the sparkling lake, has a special taste.

Handsome black hair, dancing gently in the wind.

The whole person, dressed in a green shirt and a brush, is like a Lingbo immortal. Extraordinary temperament.

The end of the pen fell, and one by one the strong and powerful small letters appeared on the rice paper.

Liu Qingqing secretly glanced at Lu Heng beside him, and saw that in the autumn breeze, under the light black hair, his uncle's face was exceptionally clear. Liu Qingqing blushed, bit her lip slightly, and set her eyes on the rice paper.

"Qingping tune!"

When I saw these three words appear on the paper.

Liu Qingqing blushed, and couldn't help but think of the scene of visiting the White Horse Temple with Lu Heng last spring.

And the three daughters of Wang Tingzhi on the side, after seeing the three words Qingping, smiled lightly. After glancing at each other, the three of them huddled together, their eyes full of catch, and looked at Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing's face was like a fire, and she bowed her head and was shy.

When the three girls were laughing, Lu Heng had already put down the pen.

"Famous flowers love each other!" On the side, Liu Qingqing bit her lip lightly, and read out the beginning of the poem with Lu Heng's pen.

Beside them, after hearing this gorgeous beginning, the eyes of the women all showed a touch of joy. After glancing at each other, he hurriedly cast his gaze on the rice paper.

"Famous flowers love the country, and the emperor looks like a smile."

Liu Qingqing grabbed the corner of her skirt with her little hand and looked nervously at the rice paper. In the autumn breeze, Liu Qingqing's long eyelashes shook with the wind, which was very cute.

As the end of the pen wandered, she read softly, looking nervous, making people fall in love.

"What a pity for me!" Su Qianqian, who has a capable temperament, sighed softly in her heart after seeing Sister Liu's beautiful and thrilling appearance.

"Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the north of the Agarwood Pavilion is leaning on the Gan!"

After the last stroke was put away, Lu Heng put the brush on the inkstone and looked at it with a smile. Turning his head, he looked at Liu Qingqing and the girls who couldn't hide their joy in their eyes, and asked with a smile, "How?" ”

Ouyang Ruolan didn't know who pushed her, and when she walked over, her steps were still a little staggering. ，

After finally stabilizing her figure, Ouyang Ruolan looked at Lu Heng with adoring eyes. However, after hearing a gentle cough behind her, Ouyang Ruolan hurriedly put on an old-fashioned appearance, like a writer in later generations, and commented seriously: "Well, my sisters said, it's okay!" ”

Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head and laughed.

"Sister Qianqian and Sister Tingzhi both said so!" Ouyang Ruolan opened her big innocent eyes and said very seriously.

As soon as a sentence was spoken, Wang Tingzhi and Su Qianqian, who were reading poetry behind them, suddenly blushed.

Lu Heng laughed, stretched out his hand, and pinched Ouyang Ruolan's baby fat face,

Seeing Ouyang Ruolan's blushing face, she knocked her hand off angrily. Lu Heng was even happier in his heart, and he smiled even more.

The few women who were hiding on the side, smiling and reading the poems, saw Ouyang Ruolan and Lu Heng after this scene, their eyes were full of tenderness, and they smiled slightly.

Sitting in the pavilion for a while, he said something touching about love. Time flies.

Almost before you know it, it's dusk.

After all, it's late autumn and the temperature is cold.

After sitting for a while, although I was reluctant. But Lu Heng still asked Liu Qingqing to go back with three thinly dressed women.

After watching the women leave, Lu Heng smiled slightly, stood up, and walked towards a courtyard.

When he walked through the door, Sang Biao greeted him.

"Childe, we've found Chengcheng!" Sang Biao lowered his voice as he walked.

Lu Heng's footsteps stopped slightly, and he frowned: "So, the corpse before is really a sincere transfer?" ”

Sang Biao nodded, his tone couldn't hide his excitement, and he said heaved: "Fortunately, Gongzi, you reminded me, otherwise, let another group of people take the lead!" ”

"What the hell is going on, Sang Biao, tell me carefully!" Lu Heng heard the details, turned his head, and asked Sang Biao.

Sang Biao nodded and said carefully: "At noon today, our people discovered the whereabouts of Cheng Cheng. He was followed all the way to a dilapidated tavern in the south of the city. Unexpectedly, the honest tavern shopkeeper betrayed him and told his whereabouts to the Tibetan spies! By the time we arrived, he had been seriously injured. After taking down those Tibetan spies with his brothers, there was only half a breath left for Chengcheng! ”

"Did he say anything?" Lu Heng frowned and asked.

Sang Biao nodded and said, "Huang Guoan is one of the masterminds of this bombing!" Moreover, when he was dying, he told us where he hid the letters between Huang Guoan and the Tubo people in the past few months! When his subordinates learned the news, they sent people to the place and took out these things! ”

As he spoke, Sang Biao took out a thick oiled paper bag from his arms. opened it and handed it to Lu Heng.

Lu Heng took it, opened a letter, and after taking a look, his face changed slightly. Hanging down the letter in his hand, he turned his head and said to Sang Biao: "Send a letter to Tokyo!" ”

Sang Biao nodded and waved his hand behind him.

A thin Yanyunwei stepped forward and took out the banknote from his bosom. Waiting for Lu Heng's speech.

"Spring Festival Ceremony ......"

……

Night, waning moon.

In a remote courtyard in the west of Chengdu.

Three sneaky people, taking advantage of the night, slipped along the corner of the wall to the door of the courtyard.

One of them, with his hand, stretched out his hand and knocked rhythmically on the dilapidated wooden door.

After a while, the chai door opened. A tall, dark-skinned man sneakily poked his head out of the door.

Wait for this man to see the three masked people at the door. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and urged, "Where's the thing?" ”

"Where's the money?" The masked man in black covered a bulge around his waist, took a step back vigilantly, and looked at the man who walked out of the door.

The man sneered, took out a package from his arms, and threw it to the masked man.

The masked man took the package and hurriedly opened it. When I saw the package, there was a thick stack of silver tickets. The masked man's eyes suddenly flashed with joy.

Lifting the curtain covering his face, he put his fingers in his mouth, dipped his saliva, counted the silver tickets in the package, and smiled with satisfaction.

And in the process, the man who came out of the door, his eyes first flashed a touch of relaxation, and then, suddenly flashed a trace of cruelty.

"Well, no problem!" The man standing at the door, carrying the package, looked a little impatient.

"No problem, no problem!" The masked man nodded to his companion and smiled at the stout man at the door.

"Since it's okay, then you guys take the money and get out, remember, don't let me see you in Chengdu!" The stout man glanced at the three men in disgust, then turned and walked back into the courtyard, closing the door with his hand.

"Don't worry, you won't see us!" Outside the door, the man in black shouted towards the courtyard with a loud voice, full of charm.

However, after saying that. After the door opened and closed in the courtyard, the man in black hurriedly took out a pill from his waist, raised his head and swallowed it.

"Damn, it's even more despicable than Lao Tzu, and he actually smeared poison on the silver ticket,!" The masked man scolded angrily, the opposite of the groveling appearance just now.

"Brother Sang Biao, in my opinion, there are not many people in that house, why don't we go in now and slaughter them?" His companion pulled out his long knife and said eagerly.

It turned out that these three black-clothed people were all dressed up by Yanyunwei. And the leader, the strong man who had just stood and counted the silver ticket with saliva. It was Sang Biao.

Remembering that when he had just dipped his saliva and counted the silver ticket, that bastard let down his vigilance. Sang Biao couldn't help but secretly call luck in his heart.

Fortunately, during the day, a lot of things came out of the spies' mouths, and among them was the little problem that wrapped their boss. Otherwise, this pretended task is really a bit difficult to do.

At this time, I heard his subordinates murderously say that they were going to rush in and kill. Sang Biao glanced at him speechlessly, and scolded: "What to slaughter, it's good to use your brain!" ”

Seeing his subordinates smirking, Sang Biao scolded with a bad smile: "Childe did this, just because he was afraid of startling the snake, you are good, not only the grass, but even the snake was killed!" ”

"Then, Boss Sang Biao, what are we doing now?" The subordinate scratched his head and asked very obediently.

Sang Biao coughed, holding his head high and brewing emotions for a long time.

Then in the eyes of the two subordinates who were almost worshipping, it was Sang Biao, who couldn't hold back any literary brilliance, and couldn't help but feel weak. After coughing, he staggered away.

"Ahem, go back to sleep!"

The subordinates were stunned for a moment and looked at each other.

“……”

……

Chengdu Mansion

In the dimly lit study.

A Tubo man with a gloomy face sat on the main seat, squinting his eyes, staring at Huang Guoan, who was standing in front of him tremblingly.

And on the desk between the two, in a loose oiled paper bag, dozens of letters were scattered on the table in a disorderly manner.