"Gently I go, just as I come gently, I beckoned softly, farewell to the clouds in the western sky." Jia Rong hummed Xu Zhimo's goodbye Kangqiao as he walked, and Jia Rong felt that this poem was perfect for him now.

Losing the interest of continuing to walk in Weifu, Jia Rong left Weifu and walked through the bustling streets, feeling the hustle and bustle of this ancient city.

Suddenly, Jia Rong found a jewelry store on the street, and the ghost made a miracle walk in.

When the shopkeeper of the small shop saw a customer coming to the door, he hurriedly put down the things in his hand and came to entertain Jia Rong, "What does Childe need?" The small shop is not the only one in Luoyang City, but the things sold are absolutely genuine, and the style of the jewelry is also incomparable to other stores. The shopkeeper gushed.

Jia Rong said with a smile: "Just take a look, if there are any jewelry worn by women, bring it up and let me take a look." ”

The shopkeeper said for a while and walked inside, during which the guys of the shop hurriedly served tea and poured water.

It is undeniable that these jewelry have their own uniqueness, looking at the look of hope on the face of the shopkeeper, Jia Rong is not easy to lose face, after bargaining, he bought a hairpin and a bracelet, for some reason, Jia Rong has a unique feeling for these two jewelry, maybe because of Xiu'er.

Reaching into his arms, he felt that there was a pair of bracelets on the hairpin lying quietly in his arms, Jia Rong showed a look of satisfaction and nostalgia, this was what he planned to give to Xiu'er, but he didn't expect it to be delivered.

Put away the shopkeeper's bag haode bracelet and hairpin, and say goodbye to the shopkeeper and leave, no matter how valuable these hairpins and bracelets are, they can never be compared with the two pieces in their arms, which is a testimony of the relationship between themselves and Xiu'er.

The next day, Wei Zhongdao returned.

Wei Zhongdao was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a white Confucian robe, with a more graceful demeanor, and his thin figure added a touch of beauty, if this person was a woman, he must be a beautiful woman who captivated the country and the city, Jia Rong exclaimed in his heart.

Seeing Jia Rong, Wei Zhongdao bowed politely: "Meet Jia Taishou!" ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Jia Rong kindly helped Wei Zhongdao up, no matter what else, Wei Zhongdao is definitely a character, otherwise it would not be possible to get Cai Yong's appreciation, marry his daughter Cai Yan to him, now Wei Zhongdao has revealed a faint elegant temperament, such a talent, but he died early, Jia Rong felt sorry for Wei Zhongdao in his heart, Jia Rong also wanted to diagnose and treat Wei Zhongdao, in this way, the Wei family owes themselves a great favor, and the trip to Ruoyang also has the greatest guarantee, It's a pity that Jia Rong doesn't know anything about medical skills except for the battlefield first aid he learned in the army.

Jia Rong and Wei Guan sat at the top position, and Wei Zhongdao accompanied him at the bottom, Wei Guan has always called himself a virtuous brother, and he can be regarded as a generation of Wei Zhongdao in vain, Jia Rong's eyes looking at Wei Zhongdao are also full of banter.

But Wei Zhongdao was unmoved, he was still respectful, so that people couldn't find any fault, Jia Rong smiled and said: "Virtuous nephew, it's been hard along the way!" ”

Wei Zhongdao's expression tightened, and then he was relieved, and replied lightly: "Thank you Jia Taishou for your concern!" ”

Jia Rong waved his hand and said, "Virtuous nephew is polite, you don't have to call me Taishou in the future, just call me uncle." ”

Seeing Wei Zhongdao's expression that he was about to go berserk, Jia Rong hurriedly pulled the topic away, a little teasing is okay, it is not good to provoke Wei Zhongdao, and it is rumored that he is older with him, but it has become a bully for him.

During this period, Jia Rong just kept listening to Wei Guan and Wei Zhongdao talking, with a smile on his face, Jia Rong knew his level, and it was not a problem to communicate with those big and rough soldiers, but if he talked to a talent like Wei Zhongdao, it was obviously not a grade, rather than making a fool of himself in the conversation, it was better to be a quiet listener.

Although Wei Guan is a businessman, he is full of poetry and books, and his words reveal a little insight into life, in contrast, Wei Zhongdao's speech is slightly inferior, and most of his words are from books, but his classic words from time to time attract Jia Rong's sideways eyes.

Wine is really a good thing, a banquet has shortened the distance between Jia Rong and Wei Zhongdao a lot, the Wei family has been in business for generations, and they are quite excluded by scholars, and Jia Rong and Wei Zhongdao can be regarded as having the same experience, so in addition to the previous little unhappiness, Wei Zhongdao and Jia Rong got along very happily.

Wei Zhongdao is the age when the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he is a little unscrupulous to say anything, especially after three glasses of wine, he is even more unscrupulous when he speaks, commenting on some of the current things of the big man without regard to the presence of Jia Rong, an outsider, who made Wei Guan constantly wipe his ass for him, and explained Wei Zhongdao's rebellious words, Jia Rong showed an expression of understanding.

Jia Rong himself is from the future shijie, he is not interested in the rules of this era, and he also belongs to the rebellious category, and now he finally met a confidant, Jia Rong also let go of the chatterbox, the two of you say a word to me, provoked Wei Guan stomped his feet on the side, originally expected Jia Rong to persuade Wei Zhongdao, who expected the two to become a song and a harmony, and sent the maid out, Wei Guan left ear in and out of the right ear, drinking by himself.

The Wei family is the descendant of Wei Zifu and Wei Qing, thinking that at the beginning, the Wei family was one of the best families in the Han Dynasty, but now they are treated coldly by some Han families, and anyone will complain.

What happened recently made Jia Rong a little upset, and he kept drinking with Wei Zhongdao and Wei Guan, Wei Zhongdao drank very little, and Jia Rong only drank with Wei Guan; Jia Rong inevitably remembered the matter that Wei Fu had promised Yuan Shu mentioned by Wei Guan the day before yesterday, and kept beckoning Wei Guan to drink.

Jia Rong's jishu who persuaded wine was definitely at the first-class level in Dahan, and Wei Guan and Wei Zhongdao were all drunk and were helped to the room to rest, and only Jia Rong himself was left in the entire banquet.

One cup after another, Jia Rong wanted to thoroughly enjoy what it was like to be drunk, and whether it was really as the ancients said, "a drunk relieves a thousand sorrows".

Jia Rong couldn't remember how many glasses he drank, so he left the banquet with a glass of wine in his hand, but the wine in the cup had long been shaken, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, scattering the moonlight to every corner.

Drunk and floating, Jia Rong pulled out the green sword on his waist and danced, with a sword in one hand and wine in the other, which was unique.

Jia Rong knows how to dance the sword, every move is a move to kill the enemy on the battlefield, the murderous aura is revealed, and the moonlight hanging in the sky seems to be afraid of the momentum of the person in front of him, and quietly hides in the dark clouds.

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is not cold, dance to figure out the shadow, how to turn Zhu Pavilion in the world, arrive at Qihu, and sleep without sleep. There should be no hatred, and what is biased towards other times. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together" Su Shi's water tune song was chanted by Jia Rong word for word, I didn't expect that after many years, it could be recited word for word, with Jia Rong's drunken and floating and murderous swordsmanship, which has a unique charm.

After chanting aloud twice, Jia Rong put down the Qingyu Sword out of breath, the wine cup had long been thrown by Jia Rong, and the crescent moon also quietly looked out from the dark clouds, and only after confirming that it was okay did it carefully drill out, and continued to scatter the faint moonlight on the earth.

Wei Fu, who was still wearing a green shirt, appeared beside Jia Rong and supported Jia Rong, who was constantly swaying from side to side.

Jia Rong opened his hazy drunken eyes and muttered, "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!" ”

The eyes that looked at Wei Fu contained too many feelings, confusion, heartache, joy, and reluctance, and at this time, Wei Fu was already in tears, constantly calling Jia Rong's name.

Jia Rong discarded the Qingyu Sword in his hand, stretched out his trembling hands and kept stroking the tears on Wei Fu's face, and constantly comforted Wei Fu.

Wei Zhongdao, dressed in an elegant white robe, appeared not far away, and repeatedly recited Jia Rong's sentence "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together", and then chuckled.

It took Wei Fu a lot of effort to help Jia Rong to the bed, help Jia Rong remove his shoes and socks, cover the quilt, and look at the sleeping Jia Rong with hazy eyes. ”

Wei Fu is like a loving mother, comforting Jia Rong softly, letting Jia Rong hold his little hand, in fact, Wei Fu's heart is also jumping non-stop, in the era when men and women are not kissed, this is undoubtedly a challenge to the feudal system.

On the third pole of the day, Jia Rong opened his eyes with difficulty, shook his swollen head, and looked at the surrounding scene, could it be that the dream was real, Xiu'er was back.

Jia Rong sat up with a carp, and when he saw Wei Fu sleeping by the bed, the events of last night echoed in his mind one by one; Jia Rong vaguely remembered that after getting drunk, Wujian recited an ancient poem that he thought was the most difficult to recite, and then was helped to the house to rest, without thinking, Jia Rong also understood that the person last night was not Xiu'er, but Wei Fu.

Looking at the shallow smile on the face of Wei Fu, who was sleeping soundly by the bed, and the faint tears on the pretty face, Jia Rong got up gently and put on his shoes.

In order to prevent Wei Fu from freezing, Jia Rong, who had some big nerves for a while, gently picked up Wei Fu on the side of the bed and wanted to put it on the bed, feeling the weak and boneless body in his arms, and the delicate feel of reaching into his arms, Jia Rong felt that there seemed to be a raging fire in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't put it, nor did he hold it, and he was frozen there for a while; Coincidentally, Wei Fujiao opened her eyes with a sigh, and seeing the ambiguous posture of the two, Wei Fujiao snorted, and the flush climbed up to her cheeks, quickly spreading to the root of her ears, and she closed her eyes shyly, and her eyelashes fluttered uneasily.

Wei Fu's coquettish voice, coupled with Wei Fu's shy appearance, made Jia Rong almost difficult to hold himself, and the fragrance that reached Jia Rong's nostrils made Jia Rong's eyes blurry, and the ghost made the ghost gently lean towards Wei Fu's red lips.

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