At the west gate of Chang'an, outside the Zhicheng Gate, a group of dignitaries and nobles are saying goodbye. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the birthday of the Son of Heaven is over, and the debriefing of the class is completed, there is naturally no reason to stay any longer, so I have to hurry back to Lingzhou and continue to work. The class refused to say goodbye to his colleagues, and only his two sons, Bamber and Banyou, sent them all the way, and they were reluctant.

There is also a colleague who has not known his two sons for a long time, but who claims to be Mo Rui, also came to send him off - Xiao Shao.

Although Xiao Shao is only a student, he does not dare to despise the class situation, he is the grandson of the former emperor, and he is a family heirloom. Although the current family is in the middle of the road, his father is just a servant of the imperial history, but for the Son of Heaven to send an envoy to the tomb of the former emperor Xiao Wangzhi every year to worship, and the prestige of the Xiao family in Confucianism, no one will doubt that the Xiao family will rise one day.

Because of this, the class knew that Xiao Shao had intentions, but he couldn't refuse, so he only planned to write to his eldest son after returning to Lingzhou, asking him to explain to Xiao Shao at the right time.

In fact, there is another purpose for this trip to bring his daughter to Beijing -- his daughter has already reached Lu, and many old friends in the north have proposed marriage to him or revealed his meaning in this regard, but the so-called people go up, and the water flows low. The class hopes that the next generation can leave the Northland, migrate to Sanfu, and truly become Chang'an people.

This is just like people crowding into the capital today, and they all want to become capital people, which is understandable.

The class is halfway to success, he stuffed his two sons into Chang'an and became "Beijing officials", and the next step is his daughter.

After knowing that the young man he was very optimistic about and funded back then was the Hou Shizi of Fuping, the class situation moved his mind, and then he also asked his wife to test his daughter's meaning. It turned out that her daughter was very impressed by this young marquis of Fuping. So when he took his daughter to Beijing this time, he wanted to take this opportunity to visit and let his daughter meet with the young marquis of Fuping to see the effect.

The result was better than he expected, he didn't have time to visit, and the children of the family had already met each other, and then they were invited to travel. I heard my daughter say that they were painting, giving books, and cooking...... The class knew that if you didn't waste your hard work, it was done.

It's just that I didn't expect my daughter's charm to seem to be a little bigger, and in addition to dumping the main car, she also "accidentally injured the auxiliary car". In fact, after talking with Xiao Shao several times, he also appreciated his character and talent, if it weren't for the weight of Fuping Hou, Xiao Shao would also be a good candidate...... Of course, there is no point in talking about this now.

The class was sighing, and Xiao Shao's slightly embarrassed inquiry sounded in his ears: "The weather is sweltering, isn't it stuffy that Sister Xian has been sitting in the car, why don't you come out and say goodbye to your brother." ”

Ban Guo sighed in his heart, shook his head and said, "The little girl is not in the car. ”

Yes! Xiao Shao was taken aback, and said, "This ...... Where is Hyun-mei? ”

The class raised his hand and pointed to the west: "It's been to Weicheng!" ”

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There are two places in Chang'an that are very famous in later generations: Baqiao, sending people back to the east; Weicheng, send people west. These two place names have been passed down to future generations because of their high frequency in Tang poems, and have been endowed with special significance.

However, in the Han Dynasty, whether it was Baqiao or Weicheng, they did not have this meaning, but they were just two ordinary locations and did not represent any meaning.

It's just that it may not have meaning to others, but for Zhang Fang from later generations, the meaning of these places has been engraved into the soul. So, to bid farewell to Ban Yuanjun, he chose to be in Weicheng.

Northwest of Weicheng, Daozuo, Changting, Zhang Fang and Ban Yuanjun stand opposite each other, the wind is chaotic and the sideburns are chaotic, and the heart is like numbness.

In the distance was a cart, on which the driver, Kunnu, sat upright, and the little maid Ping'er leaned on the side of the cart, looking at the two from time to time. And Ah Zhen, the sixth junior and other subordinates, such as Hum Ha Er, will guard the crossing to the long pavilion and will not allow others to disturb them.

"I didn't expect that the class guild would agree that I would send you alone." Zhang Fang stood with his arms crossed, his gaze crossed the top of Ban Yuanjun's head, and looked into the distance, "I remember three years ago, around this time, it was you who sent me home." ”

Ban Yuanjun raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, his eyes were blurred, as if he was recalling: "Zhang Jun at that time was actually no different from now, if you said that you were the Marquis of Fuping at that time, we would also believe you." ”

Zhang Fang smiled: "Only you will believe it." ”

Ban Yuanjun said seriously: "Although I was surprised when Ah Weng confirmed your identity, he later said to me, 'This result is a matter of course'. ”

Zhang Fang was moved: "Thank you Bangong, and thank you Yuan Jun for your trust." ”

Ban Yuanjun had heard him tell about his travels to various countries in the past two years, but she only listened very carefully, rarely asked, and did not investigate the real purpose of his departure, and why he did not return to Chang'an to fulfill his filial piety - this girl is really smart and knows what to ask and what not to ask; What can be known and what should not be known...... There are really not many girls with such a blue and wise heart.

Ban Yuanjun bit his red lip and said in a low voice: "I asked Zhang Jun about it, please answer it seriously." ”

Zhang Fang put away his smile: "Since ancient times, there is no lie. ”

Ban Yuanjun gently picked up Zhang Fang's cyan sleeves and said in a rambling voice: "Qingqing Zijin, take care of my heart." He raised his face as pure as jade and looked directly into his eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Zhang Fang understood that she was not reading poetry, but her heart.

Zhang Fang stared deeply at Ban Yuanjun, held her jade hand, and said word by word: "But for the sake of the king, I have been silent so far." ”

At this moment, Ban Yuanjun's pear blossoms brought rain.

Although Zhang Fang didn't know that Ban Yuanjun was the famous virtuous concubine Ban Jieyu who was comparable to Fan Ji in history, after this period of contact and fate in his early years, Zhang Fang was sure that no matter in her past life or present life, this is a rare good girl - she is destined to meet and should not be missed.

At this moment, Zhang Fang unconsciously sniped the first concubine of the future emperor.

From this moment on, there will be no more Ban Jieyu in history.

After a long time, Ban Yuanjun asked in a low voice: "Lang Jun is talented, can there be a parting poem to give?" ”

Zhang put his head big, and this change of poetry also changed the side effects? You're a talented girl, I'm not! But how can you bear to refuse the expectant eyes of the beautiful woman opposite? I had to say, "Okay, I don't have any pen and paper at hand, I'll write it to you later." "A little time buffer, let's see if we can find it...... Well, farewell poems are, a lot of classics, it shouldn't be difficult.

When Ban Yuanjun boarded the chariot, the sixth day of the first month flew over, and presented a book with both hands: "This is the master ordered me to hand over to the little lady." ”

Without waiting for Ping'er to stretch out his hand, Ban Yuanjun couldn't wait to take it and unfold it.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

Although this kind of seven laws did not appear in the Han Dynasty, there would be a strange feeling when you read it, but at this moment, Ban Yuanjun completely comprehended it, and his body and mind were full of joy, and he was deeply intoxicated.

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(Thank you Feng Meng, Caizhu, tears have been reincarnated, Cold Frost Red, wo love you for a lifetime, Ah Mumu, Chubby, Drunken Dream Wulan) (To be continued.) )