Feng Jing wore a white spring shirt of a state student, and walked slowly through the warm wind Shili Jiangnan Road.

A small white ball fell from the embroidery building next to him and hit him lightly and heavily. He gazed and found that it was a rare early-ripening lychee of the season, which had been carefully stripped of its husk and rolled to the ground, flashing with crystal water.

Raising her eyes to look up, she saw a beautiful woman leaning on the railing upstairs, her eyes touched, she smiled, led the fan to cover her face, and retreated slightly.

The small bridge in front of him was flowing water, and the string orchestra was singing in his ears, and he thought that he was passing by another Zhangtai Road today. He didn't dodge, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a warm smile towards the head of the Qin Mansion Chu Pavilion.

At this time, he was weak and weak, and temporarily left his mother who lived in Jiangxia to study in Yuhang. In this Yanyu Jiangnan, which has been repeatedly praised by literati and ink writers, poetry and books Confucius and Mencius will not be the whole of life, in addition to watching the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion, there is also Wu Wa's double dance drunk hibiscus, if you don't go to Bo Youli Lane with you, visit the clouds and seek rain, you will end up laughing shamefully. Like this, the goddess has a heart, and it often happens that she throws fruits with affection, and he also realizes from those fruits that can be loaded with a full load, that he has a unique and good skin.

In the matter of love, he is also a little talented, and he quickly learned to use his eyes as a weapon to capture his heart, and he also understands what kind of smile is just right and powerful. Therefore, in this Fengyue love field, there are frequent successes, and there are not many fireworks women who have had an appointment with him in Wushan, but each of them is a leader.

He was a student who lived on the money and food of Lingzhou County, and he still had to sell some calligraphy and paintings to supplement his livelihood, so those famous prostitutes refused to accept his money, and only asked him to compose poems and lyrics for them as a thanks.

Now Qiao Yunnu, the leader of "Bronze Bird Spring", is also like this, and first declares to him that he only asks for a poem as a resource for entanglement. But between the pillows, the Jin Chuan he was carrying was peeped by her, she picked it up and looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "Feng Lang, this Jin Chuan Er, will be given to the slave family." ”

He immediately snatched it back from her hand and said bluntly: "No! ”

Qiao Yunnu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "The slave family just wants to take a thing from Feng Lang's side and keep it as a memory, but I don't know what a precious treasure it is, Feng Lang cherishes it so much, and he doesn't want to be with others." ”

He took off the jasper inlaid on his head and handed it to Qiao Yunnu: "If my sister doesn't give up, just leave this." ”

That's the most valuable thing in him. Qiao Yunnu took it and said with a smile: "Feng Lang is losing money in this business. Although the Jin Chuan is good, the weight is too light, and it is not as valuable as this jade. ”

He smiled faintly: "It was because the Jin Chuan was so light that he refused to give it to his sister." ”

Coming out of the "Bronze Bird Spring", I felt inexplicably bored. Feng Jing went to a waterside restaurant, ordered a pot of wine, and drank alone by the window.

Unconsciously, he took out the golden chun, held it in one hand as usual, and stroked it gently.

After a few years, I don't know whose bride the owner of this Jin Chuan became later. He thought to himself, pouring wine with his other hand, raising his glass, drinking it all, pouring it again, glass after glass, not knowing that the long days were coming to an end.

Soon someone noticed him and whispered: "That's the poor boy that Qiao Xingshou fancies......"

Suddenly, a person sneered and raised his voice and said, "Sure enough, it's a little white face who eats soft rice!" ”

Feng Jing glanced sideways and saw that it was a Xu official in official uniform who said this. Listening to the meaning of these people, they must have wanted to get close to Qiao Yunnu. So he didn't bother to take care of it, so he poured another glass of wine and continued to drink alone.

The man had no intention of letting him go, staring at the Jin Chuan in his hand, and said loudly: "I'm embarrassed to show off my women's jewelry, but I don't know which fan you deceived......"

Before the words fell, only a muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and the official had already received a heavy blow in the face, and fell straight on his back.

Xu Yan sat up, and when he saw Feng Jing standing in front of him, looking at him coldly, a murderous light flashed in his eyes, which were too beautiful for a man.

The official shuddered, and his tongue became not very sharp: "Quick, hurry up, take him, take it!" ”

The price of this punch is ten days of freedom. Feng Jing was arrested and imprisoned in the county government, where he was released after 10 days.

Back at Jingshan Temple, where he lived, the monk in charge came to tell him: "Recently, it is inconvenient to stay in the temple anymore, and I ask Feng Xiucai to pack his luggage as soon as possible and move out tomorrow." ”

He frowned: "Is the incense money I gave insufficient for me?" ”

The monk waved his hand, even saying no, but refusing to explain why. Feng Jing wanted to find a few pennies for him, hoping to be a little accommodating, but his pocket was empty, and all the silver money had been looted by the jailers.

The following day, the monks repeatedly came to urge. Feng Jing had no choice but to pack up his salute and prepare to leave here. Before leaving, I looked at the deserted room where I had lived for several months, and I couldn't help but sigh that the world was so cold that I had nowhere to live, so I picked up the pen and inscribed a poem on the temple wall: "Han Xinqi is poor and has a long sword to drink the autumn wind." Calling for the eyes of the world, I don't know the man. ”

After running around the county all day, he found a fellow student who was willing to take him in and found a dark room to spend the night.

I didn't want to think that a few days later, the official who had detained him in prison actually came to the school to look for him, politely called him "Feng Xiucai", and said with a little embarrassment that the county order was invited.

He was surprised, but he was invited.

Yuhang County invited him to the table, talked about the wine, and asked for warmth, which was very courteous. During the banquet, the county magistrate listened to his conversation, and became more and more admired, and even smiled half-truthfully: "Gou Fugui, don't forget each other." ”

Feng Jing felt that there must be an inside story in this, so he deliberately tried to test it, and the county order also told the truth after drinking: "There are nobles in Beijing who came to Jingshan Temple to burn incense and make vows, and when they saw the poems you inscribed on the wall, they asked the monks about your situation, and then said: 'Although this Feng Xiucai is very poor now, looking at the poems he left, you can know that there are hills and ravines in his chest, and he will be noble in the future. ’”

Feng Jing asked who the noble person was, but the county order was vigilant, and he covered up the past and did not answer.

The county magistrate said that he had found another proper place to live, and he could move in tomorrow, and he gave him a few dollars, and sent him back.

This money Feng Jing quickly came in handy. By bribing a familiar monk who went down the mountain to buy something, he inquired that the noble man who went to the temple to burn incense was a noble lady from Beijing, who stayed in the temple for a few days, but the specific identity, the monk did not know.

Seeing his curious look, the monk said, "Don't you want to go and see it!" The lady didn't know where it came from, but as soon as she arrived at the temple, the county commander sent many pawns to guard it, and surrounded the temple in a circle, so that idle people and others could not enter at all. ”

Feng Jing smiled and pushed a piece of money in front of the monk.

He changed into a monk's robe and a monk's hat, pretended to be a monk in the temple, and mixed into the Jingshan Temple at night.

The lady's identity must have been extraordinary, the door was heavily guarded, and a curtain was set up on the road she might pass through, and ordinary monks in the temple were not allowed to enter.

When Feng Jing entered the temple, the lady prayed in the main hall, and he took refuge to a corner of the wall behind the curtain. When the ceremony was over, Madame arose, and he hurried forward to the curtain that had obscured her path.

Madame walked forward slowly, and the light in the curtain hung high, and her shadow was clearly reflected on the layer of cloth that prevented people from seeing.

Outside the dimly lit curtain, he moved slowly with her shadow, moving with him.

On the curtain, she is presented with a silhouette from the side: her facial features are beautiful, her hair is high, tied with the same simple crown, her neck is slender and beautiful, her chin is slightly raised, she moves calmly, and her posture is elegant......

The figure in front of him gradually matched his deep memories, but he felt that his ears were roaring, and it was difficult to breathe, and his consciousness seemed to be fluttering with the jumping fireworks.

Through the thin curtain, she continued, and he continued to follow, silently, but the rhythm of his heartbeat began to quicken, and he was even a little afraid that the people in the curtain would hear the uneasy voice from his chest.

His heart was beating wildly, and the sound of chanting and wooden fish still lingering in the courtyard. He tried several times to tear down the curtain and confirm his suspicion, but he held back, and finally, when she reached the junction of the two curtains, he lifted the cloth with his slightly trembling fingers and looked inward.

All those looming and unspeakable expectations and feelings settled with this glimpse. He fell to his knees behind the curtain she couldn't see, and smiled silently in the flow of light and shadow.

Sure enough, it was her.

He closed his eyes, but his heart suddenly opened up - even if he was ignored and despised by the world, what did it matter? As long as she knows him and understands him, the eternal bride who is enshrined by him on the mirror platform in her heart.