In the morning, the wind gusted, blowing the military flag of Xiangyang Dongcheng. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Guo Poyu and Qiu Xue'er sat in the ox cart together, and Xue'er, who was still dressed in white, pointed to the Zhongxuan Tower on the city wall in the southeast corner of Xiangyang City and introduced the famous places to Guo Poyu. That Zhongxuan Tower is built to commemorate the poet Wang Cang in Xiangyang in the late Eastern Han Dynasty who made "Denglou Fu", and was named after Wang Cang's character Zhongxuan.

"It has been turbid and passed away, and it has been over the past until now. Affectionate and nostalgic, who can worry? …… The night is half-hearted and sleepless, and the pan is on the opposite side. "Sister Xue'er, how is my ability to memorize poems, can I memorize the wrong words this time?" Guo Poyu's voice was not without self-restraint, and after silently reciting it twice, he had already memorized the building Fu catchily.

"The word is wrong, and the word should be pronounced here. How can I read it twice and still memorize it wrongly, such a memorization method can't break the lady's level. Qiu Xueer, who has always doted on him, is surprisingly harsh this time. Because last night, I suddenly remembered that Huang Rong would definitely test Guo Poyu's poems after she came back, Qiu Xueer woke him up in the middle of the night and forcibly memorized hundreds of poems. "Madame and Miss Xiang'er recite such a song, it's all a one-time experience, son, please be careful."

"There are more than 100 poems, which can be memorized immediately." Guo Poyu muttered dissatisfiedly: "Speaking of which, almost all of the ten questions on the art of war that Sister Xue'er prepared for me last time were asked by Guo Jing. This time, you also showed your magic powers, and helped me guess whether Huang Rong's questions were good or not. ”

"Madame is no better than the master, but I can't guess her thoughts." Qiu Xueer said sideways.

"No matter, that's the end of it, don't carry it." Guo Poyu thought, to play a game, you have to be forced to learn, this TM is to play a game, or to be played by a game. He stretched out in frustration and struck his fist on the mat on the roof of the oxcart shed.

Since the Sui Dynasty, the habit of using ox carts to travel to the suburbs to enjoy flowers and willows and reciting poems has been prevalent among the nobles for a while. However, Guo Jing and his entourage hired ox carts this time not to be vassal, their purpose was purely to not disturb the people who got up early. But even so, someone recognized him.

When they went out of the east gate, the people on both sides of the ox cart pointed inside: "In the front car are Guo Daxia and Lu Gang Leader." Behind are our Lord Wang and Prince Wang of Xiangyang. Is the last car to be Guo Daxia's son and lady? "No, the beautiful girl in white is Miss Xue'er, the personal servant of the Huang gang leader, I recognize it." Listening to these discussions, Guo Poyu thought to himself: In addition to the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich, there are other second ancestors. I am now regarded as Guo Juxia's son, Fumei's younger brother Guo Xiaoxia - the famous second generation of heroes. It's really not a good feeling to be in the limelight,—— hey, even if you can't be strong in martial arts and chivalrous in the future, try to be a harmless second ancestor. ”

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After leaving Dongcheng, the ox cart traveled another two or three miles and stopped in front of a small forest. The owner of the cow leads the cow to the leeward side of the rock to feed the alfalfa. Guo Poyu climbed the rock and stood high looking up at the scenery of Xiangyang City. Qiu Xue'er came to him lightly, pointed to the entire Xiangyang City and said: "Just now in the car Gongzi asked about the famous places in Xiangyang, Xue'er will talk about it now: the scenery of our Xiangyang, the city inside and outside the city of the survey of the shape of the victory, in addition to the Zhongxuan Tower just passed, there are also Zhaomingtai, Shuijingzhuang, Jinxiu Garden, etc. in the city, and the famous places in the suburbs of the city are: Yang Taifu Temple in the south city, Tanxi in the west city, and the jade seal rock and the old dragon in the suburbs of the east city. There are really a lot of good places to play, and Xue'er will accompany her son to have a good tour another day. ”

"Still touring? I can't please Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and I can't even go out of the gate of Guo's mansion. Guo Poyu sighed. Yesterday, all day long, he tried various methods but could not get through the barrier in front of Guo's mansion, and after studying the art of war for a day, he was unhappy to enter the country, and he couldn't help but feel bored.

"That's why I have to work hard." Xue'er took a copy of "Selected Tang Poems" and handed it to Guo Poyu. "Good son, don't you want to accompany Xue'er to the Temple of Literature to watch the fireworks?" Looking at Qiu Xue'er blinking her sheared pupils, the elf's strange expression. Guo Poyu sighed, turned to the page he had just memorized, and read aloud. "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." Qiu Xue'er, who sat next to him, dragged her peach cheeks, her eyes were looking forward to it, and she watched him read with a smile.

Guo Poyu concentrated on reading, and he didn't notice the passage of time from Chen to noon, and it was almost mid-afternoon Shen Shi (PM: 3:00), and a thick "Selected Tang Poems" was memorized by him to the last few pages. The cowherd in charge of the cow sat directly below him, shaking his head against the rock and listening to him recite poems, and when he heard the proudness, the cowherd took out an erhu from the car and played it in a whisper.

At this time, Guo Jing said, Rong'er came, and then took the lead to go out, Lu Youjiao and Yeluqi walked behind him, walked for a while, and saw a corner of the green shirt in the depths of the woods, it was Huang Rong who came, and the two of them looked at each other, and they both deeply admired Guo Jing's deep internal strength and sharp eyes. Qiu Xue'er clasped Guo Poyu's wrist and said, "Son, be careful, that cowherd is weird." ”

Guo Poyu turned his head and glanced at the cowherd, the cowherd was also looking up at him at this time, Guo Poyu saw that the cowherd looked elegant and graceful, and the Shenhua in his eyes seemed to be extremely high.

"This person knew in advance that his wife was back, so he played the erhu, and there must be something strange in it."

Hearing Qiu Xue'er's analysis, Guo Poyu nodded and secretly guarded in his heart: "This fake cowherd can hear the footsteps of Huang Rong and his party earlier than Guo Jing, how can there be such a master in the Condor?" Could it be the legendary Golden Wheel National Teacher? ”

Guo Poyu really wants to get close to the cowherd, and use the "camera elf" to take a picture of him and put it on the forum, now the game has just been in public beta for 5 hours, and the average player has no chance to see a powerful master, if the photo is really the Golden Wheel National Teacher, then it is difficult for his post not to be popular.

Just as Guo Poyu was aiming at the cowherd with the "camera elf", the sound of Qingyue's flute suddenly sounded on the other side of the forest. Qiu Xue'er got up and down, and after a few steps to Guo Poyu, she pulled him closer to her and said suspiciously: "This song of the Dong Xiao "Welcoming Guests" was played by Mrs., welcoming guests, guests? Is this cowherd a friend or foe? So why did he deliberately disguise himself to hide from us? Her voice was as thin as the chirping of mosquitoes, apparently asking and answering herself.

The sound of flute and erhu came and went, as if two long-lost friends were asking and answering. After a while, the sound of the flute stopped first, and Huang Rong said loudly: "Zhu Xiangye is so interested, pretending to be a cowherd and Brother Jing, are they joking?" ”

The fake cowherd was Zhu Ziliu, the former minister of Dali, he wanted to pretend to be a cowherd to try the talents of the young generation in Xiangyang City, but he didn't expect that the first to recognize him was Qiu Xue'er, a little girl. After being drunk by Huang Rong, he took off the straw hat that covered his face, left his foot a little, his body was like a flying swallow sweeping the waves, and he chased behind Guo Poyu and Qiu Xue'er in an instant, and put his hands on the shoulders of the two respectively.

When Zhu Ziliu's right hand was put on his shoulder, Guo Poyu only felt that his shoulder was hot, and then he couldn't help but fly up by him.