Good rain knows the season, and spring rain is as expensive as oil.

The Shangyuan fire case was solved, and it began to drizzle in Lin'an, and the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River danced out of the picture scroll of history like a fair lady, bringing a piece of enchantment.

Li Fengwu learned that Zhou Bida was the chief examiner of Chunqiu, and Liang Kejia was not happy after taking the deputy exam, not to mention that Zhou Bida was the main examiner, even if the teacher Lu You was the main examiner, it was difficult for him to get any benefits from it.

The two major anti-cheating methods of fame and transcription are not unsophisticated in this era.

As for the agreement code, it is not impossible to write special words in the volume, but not to mention that Zhou Bida and Liang Kejia and other examiners have entered the Guozijian Lock Courtyard, but with the upright Zhou Bida's style, will they do this pickled thing?

Don't talk about himself, even Zhou Lun can't let him go against the principles of being a man.

Li Fengwu didn't have any extravagant hopes.

The Ministry of Rites has been busy with dogs in recent days, on the one hand, the Spring Festival is imminent, and on the other hand, the Song and Jin peace talks are in full swing, presumably our Da Shangshu has no time to come to find his own trouble.

Li Fengwu decided to return to Wutong Commune in a day or two.

It's not a thing to stay in the flower boat every day, although it's beautiful, but there are some things that can't be indulged in.

In the afternoon, it began to drizzle.

Xia Nuanyun put away the pen hao, leaned on the side of the porthole, and looked at the West Lake in the drizzle in a daze.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate.

The most beautiful side of the West Lake is just in the spring breeze and drizzle in March, and in the lingering autumn in September, just like the Xizi. The so-called Slender West Lake, its rhyme is thin, in the drizzle and autumn wind, the thin charm is exposed.

At the beginning of spring, the lake water comes alive from the clarity of midwinter, and the dead trees on the shore sprout new sprouts in spring.

Between the withering and the prosperous, it is the beauty of the world.

The drizzle is like silk, like thousands of weeping willows brushing across the lake, rippling countless small water circles.

Li Fengwu closed the book, walked to Xia Nuanyun and sat down, gently stretched out his hand, and let the rain silk fall in his sleeve hand, "Xingyu fireworks Jiangnan, broken bridge Qinglian, light boat beauty, wish never sleep." ”

Be far from the mark.

Xia Nuan snorted and laughed, "This can also go to the Spring Festival, our Hongxian wine has no vision." ”

The beauty smiled lightly, very charming.

Li Fengwu retracted his hand on a whim, and stroked the cheek of the boat lady with the raindrops on his hand, still not in the horse's mouth, "But the begonia is still the same." ”

Summer is warm.

Li Fengwu's index finger brushed lightly on his red lips, "Then you say poetry, I will come and go." ”

Xia Nuan is charming, with a touch of warmth in her heart, getting along for a few days, and this little official of the Li family is quite elegant with green plum cooking wine, although there will always be interruptions by his sudden **** and giving birth to a bed, but he is not disgusted in his heart.

A beautiful woman, in vain there is beauty, and when she meets a lover, she is not a pity.

"No, the slave family just reads less poetry and books, which is better than a petty official, and he wants to bring humiliation on himself." Xia Nuanyun is still self-aware.

Li Fengwu smiled and said to himself: "In fact, many poems have alternative interpretations. ”

Xia Nuan sighed, thinking that Li Fengwu was going to talk about poetry and elegance with him, but he heard this little official say very seriously: "For example, the hoe, do you know another meaning that it has been interpreted?" ”

Xia Nuan's eyes lit up, "Listen to the slave." ”

Li Fengwu smiled, "At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." Looking at Xia Nuanyun with a smile, "Have you ever thought that it is actually a couple working in the spring, and the **** of love is open, hoe He is a strong man, and it is just his wife's name at noon." After a pause, he smiled: "Sweat drops...... You know what. ”

Xia Nuan was stunned, and immediately came to her senses, and immediately smiled happily, "You are a strong word." ”

Li Fengwu was also happy, "It's not a strong word, this is a lot of evidence, such as the sentence that the sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, why can't the incense burner and purple smoke be personal names?" ”

He also said: "On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where did the jade teach, isn't it a portrayal of us that night?" ”

Speaking of this, Li Fengwu couldn't help but chuckle.

Xia Nuanyun was suddenly annoyed, looking out the window at the drizzle, but the woman's mind was revealed, and her face was radiant, such a little official is so fresh, there is no well-dressed gentleman, but he is more easy-going and close.

"Of course, I think the best verse is still the sentence that the flower path has never been swept by guests, and the door is now open for you."

Know the whole leopard.

Xia Nuanyun is not the yellow flower girl in the deep boudoir house, she quickly came to her senses, and couldn't help but eat and laugh, "If Taibai Shixian and Shisheng heard your words, I am afraid that they will be so angry that they vomit three liters of blood." ”

Li Fengwu smiled but did not speak, and blew the rain that fluttered in hard, enjoying it very comfortably.

Smiling and smiling, Xia Nuanyun suddenly restrained her smile, "I heard that the examiners of the Spring Festival have been decided, you are probably going back to the house, but the slave family still wants to hear your stories." ”

Li Fengwu was stunned for a moment and then rejoiced, "That feeling is excellent." ”

After a while, he said: "I have told you a lot in recent days, you should let go of those legends, write down the story of Ying Ning first, and when I return to Jiankang in the spring and return to Lin'an, you should have written the Ying Ning chapter." ”

Xia Nuanyun nodded, and then couldn't help it again.

This little official of the Li family is so confident, he is so sure that he will go to Chunfu High School, and the official family will give him leave to return to his hometown.

Li Fengwu thought for a while, "That's it, don't do that kind of business in the future, if you are willing to leave the flower boat, I will redeem yourself for you." ”

Xia Nuanyun looked around, a touch of sadness flowed out of her eyes, and she rejected Li Fengwu's kindness, "I think it's good here, smoke and rain, spring breeze, willow silk, talented and beautiful women......"

After a pause, he repeated, "Very good......"

Li Fengwu didn't insist, "Then you have to make a living, don't worry about other problems, I will solve it for you, wait for you to write the Ying Ning chapter, don't rush to engrave it, then find dozens of storytellers first, tell the story of Ying Ning in many tiles, and then talk about the engraving, what do you think?" ”

Xia Nuanyun nodded slightly, "But with the petty officials in charge, the slave family just wants to write those beautiful stories." ”

Li Fengwu nodded, and couldn't find anything to say for a while.

Xia Nuanyun was also silent.

After a long time, Li Fengwu looked at the drizzle and said softly: "Sing a song, there will be a lot less time to sit together like this in the future, I'm afraid I just get to you, first undress and talk about romance." ”

Xia Nuanyun's hands between her waist and abdomen tightened slightly, her face was silent, and she smiled like a flower, "But it's romantic, it's not as good as romance." ”

Li Fengwu was stunned.

Lust comes without warning, is it because you are about to part?

got up and picked up Xia Nuan's waist by the waist...... Jun Weiqing undressed.

Visitors, please prepare water and open the door.

I sweep the flower path for Qing.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, on the flower boat on the waterside of the West Lake, sweat drops begonias. (To be continued.) )