In 1077 AD, Qing Qing was 15 years old.

There are a few gardenia trees planted next to the house.

At the beginning of summer, the leaves of the small trees become greener day by day. Growing every day, living up to the love of the sun, so green that even the earth can no longer say anything.

Good leaf green and white flowers. "Gardenias become white and fragrant because they are caressed by the sun and generously nourished by the roots and green leaves, while we human beings, who absorb more sunlight, become like the complexion of wheat and the appearance of earth. No, I don't want to be in the sun for that long anymore. ”

The plan of the day is in the morning. It makes sense! The villagers engaged in farming early, which can be described as "working at sunrise and resting at sunset." So, Qingqing used a willow branch to edge the city leaf hat, used a lotus leaf as a parasol, or ran around with a small umbrella.

"Qingqing, look at you like a goblin." An old man in the neighborhood sighed heartily.

"Yes, grandpa, did you ever go to the fairies when you were younger? Besides, goblins are not goblins, as long as they live happily!" Qingqing blurted out.

In the first two years, she was so thin that she could be blown away by a gust of wind, but this year she has grown into a girl.

"More than thirteen years old, cardamom tips in early February." At the age of fifteen, I have a beautiful posture and a light demeanor, which is really like the description in Du Mu's poems: more like the cardamom flowers that bloom in February. The delicate bones seem to be swaying out of the Yao Pond, and the top of the bones is also stained with a purple and red corner of the water spirit, which fairy sister kissed it? Qing Qing opened the ancient books, the original cardamom flowers were born among the leaves, and the southerners took the meaning that its flowers failed to bloom, and vividly called it "fetal flowers", which was a metaphor for virgins.

"Virgin?" "Humph! virgin, cardamom; What about the virgin, can it be called Childe Cardamom, Mr. Cardamom, and Blue Face Cardamom. Yes, to cherish the love of virginity, just like having a pure heart. If you have experienced thousands of mountains and rivers of feelings, experienced the thousands of ravines of life, and can still have the innocence of a virgin, this life will be worth the trip. Qingqing was taken aback by his "meditation".

"The spring breeze is ten miles of Yangzhou Road, it is better to roll up the bead curtain." Oh my God, how charming the beauties of the Tang Dynasty were! Talented people have read all the youthful beauties of the ten-mile long street in Yangzhou City, how can the vulgar fans who roll up bead curtains all day long compare to her? Does this 'she' refer to me? Who could be better than me in the prime of my cardamom years? Whatever, "It's hard to give up on being naturally beautiful." "Even if it's a small bird, you have to groom your feathers. Love yourself. Qingqing muttered to himself like a nymphomaniac.

"What is time? I was a child for the first two years, and in recent years I've somehow become a girl. It's like a sharp arrow, and no one knows where it will shoot in the next moment. Qingqing muttered to himself again.

Look at your ever-plumping self. Qingqing was very satisfied. Yuandai looks at a lot, and the eyebrows don't need to be painted, and they are naturally blue and black. The mountain spring drank too much, and naturally flowed into a pair of "transverse waves"; The blood-red and delicate tomatoes enjoy a lot, and they naturally condense into a cherry-like mouth, as if honey can be poured out in the ruddy; The relaxed and joyful days are full of wind, and the bright moonlight and colorful sunshine generously give birth to the "quilt" of the heart, which has always become warm and soft, proudly and majestically protecting the little heart. Qingqing looked at his peculiar "little quilt" bubbling up suddenly, and his heart was like a deer, and for the first time he heard the sonorous beating sound of his heart, as if he had not grown a heart before.

Chapter 11: First Acquaintance with the Supreme

June 1077 A.D. Song Zhezong Zhao Xu has long heard that the country of abundance is rich and treasured, and the people are outstanding, especially the beautiful natural scenery nourishes the beauties to "delicate texture and even flesh and bones", and he especially wants to enjoy it.

Zhao Xuyushu, who is 18 years old, is in the wind, heroic, and every cell in his body is full of steaming blood, which can be described as "the blood is just at the right time". He ascended to the status at the age of 10, and after seven or eight years of experience, he transformed into a mature and capable Ninety-Five.

A pair of sword eyebrows are not angry and mighty, which is enough to scare all demons and monsters. "The eyebrows will be willows and fight for green", the delicate eyebrows seem to have been combed, and the spirit is like growing day and night; The abundant proteins, vitamins, and minerals in the deep palace nourished him to a round and jade color, and his hair was as bright as gold. Turning the eyes can be described as two eyes shooting cold stars, sharp and deep.

It's a long journey. Zhao Xu rode on the military cavalry warhorse, looking more and more heroic.

"Aison, where is the front?" Zhao Xu sweated slightly, and eagerly asked the eunuch beside him for the vertical knife.

"Lord, we have arrived at Chen Ziang's hometown!" The Vertical Knife replied respectfully.

"Well, I'll wait to pay homage to the great poets of the Tang Dynasty, the so-called 'half of the Analects'

Ruling the world'. Such virtuous poets can be called the national treasure of my Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Xu traveled all the way in Jinhua Mountain for two days.

Stop and go along the way. Swam for another 5 days.

Come to the foot of a green hill that looks like a canopy. The hills in the hilly area, like the people here, are just as pleasant to look at, and they are not towering into the sky, but can be seen at a straight glance. The top of the hill is like a curly brace and is smoothly covered with cypress trees and other tall trees, and it is full of green and vibrant life.

"The deep forest produces handsome birds, and the strange mountains produce beauties." Zhao Xu couldn't help but sigh loudly.

"Sage, 'My Fair Lady, Gentleman.'" Let me let you find out, is there a peerless beauty in this mountain who 'lives in the empty valley'? ”

"Old man, do you have any ladies here who are raised in the deep mountains and people don't know?" The vertical knife road met an old man with pear eyebrows, respectfully bowed, asked, and did not dare to slack off.

"Are you looking for a girl with an embroidered pillow or a fairy-like woman?" The old man asked hurriedly.

"Why ask? Old man, my son-in-law is rich and rivals the country, why bother to go thousands of miles away to find a good-looking empty skin? The Vertical Knife responded eagerly.

"Oh, this is the one on the mountainside directly opposite the bracket mountain." The old man hurriedly retired, he was worried about whether this was the so-called emperor of the micro-service private visit, if the Song Emperor was resurrected and killed people on the micro-service road, wouldn't it be a vain death.

Zhao Zhe and his team looked like they had drunk coffee, and after 3 seconds, they tied the slightly tired military horse to a walnut tree next to Qingqing's house.

There are several bamboo chairs outdoors, and the vertical knife wipes the dust with the sleeve, and Cai Yu helps the master to sit down. Open the road in the mountains and build bridges in the water. Vertical knife and Cai Yu did their best all the way, and only when they served their masters properly, they could basically sleep peacefully at night.

"It's quiet, pine and hollow; Its glamour is like that, and the glow reflects the Chengtang; If its god is like this, the moon shoots the cold river; If he is a person, he will be Chang'e in the world. Qingqing only learned the first three sentences in the private school, and always felt that he couldn't break through his "cardamom years" in one sentence, and he "imitated" a lyric, which was hot and hot!

The first voice grabbed people, and Zhao Xu followed the song to look.

"It's a good 'clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving.'" Zhao Xu looked at it in a daze.

Qingqing picked a few soft branches of the mulberry tree, carefully turned them into a hat, and put it on his head steadily, the green silk became more and more black, and the leaf hat became more and more playful.

Got closer.

"Girl, what are you wearing?" Zhao Xu asked curiously.

"Childe, I have many merchants in the Song Dynasty, such as carp crossing the river. Please use the tips above to guess what I used to make it. The well-informed vertical knife guessed at a glance.

Qingqing, who grew up between her brother and brother, acquiesced to the fact that her "sandwich biscuit" was delicious everywhere, and was not afraid of the visit of four uninvited guests, she thought that a horse was also one.

The vertical knife just wanted to open his mouth, "Whoever asks will answer, you are not allowed to prompt!" Qingqing ordered loudly.

The young emperor who grew up in the high walls of the deep palace since he was a child is definitely "not diligent and indistinguishable", when he thinks of himself as the ninety-five lord who calls for wind and rain, because he concealed his noble identity that is only a little smaller than the sky, today he was "generalized" by a mountain girl, and he didn't feel uncomfortable and his face was red, as if he had been poured strong wine.

"Girl, could you please tell me what kind of fairy grass is made of such a beautiful straw hat?" Zhao Xu had to dig out his mind to search for beautiful words to please the girl, so as not to be teased again by this spicy rose.

"My merchant Jia Ruyun in the Great Song Dynasty, 'a merchant is poor if he has no wealth', and a silkworm dies if he has no mulberry."

"Fortunately, the prince is not the emperor, and he doesn't even know where the silk clothes worn by the emperor's ladies, dignitaries, and merchants come from. If you are the emperor, the silkworms in our hometown will definitely think that being a silkworm is so boring, and it has long been feathered into a butterfly, who wants to be reincarnated as a spring silkworm of the Great Song Dynasty? Whoever praises 'spring silkworm to the end of the dead silk', I think it is 'the spring silkworm to the dead people do not know.'" ’”

Qingqing spoke a lot of reasoning in one breath, and he has been training this young emperor to the point of not having the slightest "power to reply".

"The bold little demon girl dares to treat me like this, the first son of the Great Song Dynasty. Do you know who he is? The vertical knife scolded.

"Son, who doesn't even know Mulberry Leaves, why do I know him?" Qingqing raised his eyebrows and saluted.

"What's your name, girl?" Zhao Xu was eager to know.

"Miss Ben doesn't change her name when she climbs the mountain, she doesn't change her surname when she crosses the river, Bai Qingqing is also."

"Miss Bai Qingqing, what's in your ear?" Cai Yu suddenly asked happily.

"Well, even if you grew up in the country, but, because you're boys, you definitely don't know the name of my earrings." Qingqing replied proudly.

"It's called sweet potato petiole beaded earrings."

Chapter 12 Tutoring Childhood

Accustomed to feasting on delicacies, he recalled that when he was in the court, each meal ranged from dozens of dishes to hundreds of dishes, which made the young emperor almost lack an appetite for his meals. He himself called it "sickness".

You see: what "the peak of the purple camel comes out of the cui cauldron", what is the "plate of the water spirit", the golden cup and the silver cup...... As a result, "the rhinoceros has not been down for a long time".

Seeing that the people eat a little coarse grains and vegetables at every meal, the family sat together, eating with red faces, eating to the bottom of the dishes, eating laughing and laughing, Zhao Xu and the people were dumbfounded, and then they were indeed hungry, three times five divided by two, and soon swept away these plates of coarse tea and light rice.

"Take a good lunch break, Childe, and take you to make up for this moment of childhood in the afternoon." Qingqing commanded like a teacher assigning homework.

"In the first lesson, let's catch cicadas, and the cicadas are also called 'knowing', see how this girl does."

It's too late, it's too soon. Qingqing tiptoed under a tree, and unconsciously grasped the Dazhi who had been singing the praises of summer loudly just now, but it had long been silent and slyly stopped squeaking.

"It's your turn." Zhao Xu also learned to walk over lightly, maybe he couldn't get used to smelling the thick fat powder, and flew away without thinking about it, and roared loudly like a mocker: "Miserable!" miserable—".

What's even more annoying is that this unforgiving cicada fortunately pulled a burst of "timely rain" without hesitation, and the urine sprayed Zhao Gongzi's body.

In the evening, Qingqing finally taught the three of them how to catch fireflies, and they put the elf-like insects in a glass bottle, and flashed and flashed, racing through every magnificent fireworks festival in the palace.