Listening to Huang Rong's answer, Ling Muyun shrugged his shoulders and said no more, Huang Rong is now very unhappy with the four ghosts of the Yellow River, and he wants to rectify them well, although he is somewhat reluctant to let the four ghosts of the Yellow River die like this, but he can't be guilty of causing the displeasure of the beauties for these few pieces of material.

Huang Rong swung the boat to the center of the lake, and at this time it was far away from the riverbank, but the shouts of the four ghosts of the Yellow River could no longer be heard. Huang Rong took out a few delicious dishes and a pot of wine from the canopy, and said with a smile: "Brother Yun, let's drink and enjoy the snow here, okay?" ”

Ling Muyun said with a smile: "Okay, such a beautiful day, and having a beautiful woman to drink and enjoy the snow is really a great joy in life." ”

"Flim Flam!" Hearing Ling Muyun say that she was a beauty, Huang Rongqiao's face flushed slightly, and she whispered, but the faint joy on her face revealed her true thoughts in her heart.

After all, Ling Muyun is a two-life person, and he still knows a little about his daughter's family feelings, and knows that women are duplicitous many times, and they don't care. looked Huang Rong up and down with appreciative eyes, and asked with a smile: "Rong'er, how beautiful you are now, even if it is for the convenience of walking the rivers and lakes, it is just a man pretending to be a woman, so why pretend to be a little flower?" It's just a disappointment of the face that God has given you. ”

Huang Rong turned her head sideways and asked with a light smile, "Brother Yun, do you mean that I am very good-looking?" ”

"Of course it's beautiful, it's hard to give up your natural beauty, and it's perfect to describe you." Ling Muyun nodded in affirmation.

"You treat me as Yang Guifei!" Huang Rongjiao said angrily, "I won't follow this and that first like Yang Yuhuan, I either don't choose, if I want to choose, I choose the person I love, and if I fall in love with someone, I will follow him for the rest of my life, and no one wants to separate me from him, unless I die!" ”

Ling Muyun's sentence to describe Huang Rong "natural beauty is difficult to give up" comes from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's long-hatred song, which is a sentence used in the poem to describe the beauty of Yang Guifei Yang Yuhuan. Yang Yuhuan was originally the wife of Li Mao, the king of Shou, but was later favored by Li Mao's father, Tang Xuanzong Li Longji, and was summoned into the palace to be named a concubine. Because he had served the father and son successively, although Yang Yuhuan was a peerless beauty who had been famous for thousands of years, her reputation in the eyes of literati and writers was not very good, so Huang Rong would be dissatisfied after listening to Ling Muyun's words.

Ling Muyun also heard a trace of firmness from Huang Rong's words, knowing that although Huang Rong is still young now, girls are usually psychologically precocious and have begun to understand love, and from the firmness in her tone and her surname, she is not talking casually, but seriously.

"It's not okay if I'm wrong, you're a good girl, it's unlucky to say anything dead or alive for no reason." Ling Muyun said with a smile, trying to temper the atmosphere a little.

"Brother Yun, I know that you treat me well, whether I am a man or a woman, whether I am good-looking or ugly." Huang Rong suddenly said, "When I wear such clothes, anyone can see that I am beautiful, and everyone will please me, so what's the difference?" When I was a little screamer, you were good to me, and that was really good. ”

Listening to Huang Rong's words, Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel ashamed, although he couldn't see Huang Rong's true face when he first saw her, but he already knew from the original book that she was a very smart and pretty girl, so he would be so kind to her, if it was just an ordinary little beggar, Ling Muyun might give a charity or two out of pity, but he would never treat Huang Rong like that.

From this point of view alone, he is much worse than Guo Jing, and he is only exceptionally good to Huang Rong because he understands the plot. It's just that this matter is too mysterious, even if he is as smart as Huang Rong, he would never have imagined it, which made him lucky to get the favor of the beauty.

Huang Rong didn't know the thoughts that had turned in Ling Muyun's heart, she was in a very good mood at this time, and asked Ling Muyun with a smile: "Brother Yun, there is wine, food and beautiful scenery here, if there is no music to help the fun, I can't help but regret it, I'll sing you a song, okay?" ”

"Okay, Rong'er, your voice is so good, and the song you sing must be very beautiful, I am fortunate enough to hear it, naturally it is very good."

"Now I'm singing, listen." Huang Rong listened to his praise, and her heart was extremely happy, smiling like a flower, but when she saw her turning her head slightly, leaning on the side of the boat, a wisp of clear voice spit out from the bottom of her tongue: "The wild goose frost is cold, the moon and clouds are light, and the tender ice is still thin." The brook is combing and sweeping...... Leaning on the east wind, smiling, looking forward to the shy flowers. Lonesome! Where is the home mountain, the garden after the snow, and the pavilion by the water. Yaochi Old Testament, Lin Hong is more dependent on who ......"

Although Ling Muyun didn't know whose words Huang Rong was singing, and he couldn't fully understand the meaning of the words, but he listened to the delicate and delicate sound, low and tactful, although there was no musical accompaniment, just a cappella, but Ling Muyun felt that it was far better than the popular songs he heard in his previous life.

At the end of the song, Huang Rong asked in a low voice: "This is the 'Ruihe Immortal' made by Lord Xin, which describes the plum blossoms after the snow, do you say it is well done?" ”

"Lord Xin?" Ling Muyun couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then reacted, there was only one famous lyricist surnamed Xin in the Song Dynasty, and said, "Is it Xin Qi's disease?" ”

Huang Rong nodded and said, "Master Xin is Xin Qiji." My father said he was a good official who loved the people. The north fell into the hands of the Jin people, Grandpa Yue and they were all harmed by the ministers, and now only Lord Xin is still trying to recover the lost territory, but it is a pity that the emperor of the court is incompetent, few people support him, and he is powerless to run and call alone. ”

Ling Muyun remembered the history he had learned in his previous life, and couldn't help but sigh, but he knew that the Southern Song Dynasty not only failed to go north to recover the lost land, but in a few years it would be destroyed by the rising Mongol Empire, and the Han regime would be completely destroyed, and the efforts of some patriots such as Xin Qiji would be in vain after all. If Ling Muyun really grew up in this era, he might devote himself to the trend of history for the sake of the nation and future generations not to be enslaved by foreign races, and do his best to change the trend of history. But he doesn't belong to this time and space after all, he is just a passerby in this world, but it is difficult to have the kind of heart that goes against the sky.

Huang Rong also seemed to notice that the atmosphere was a little gloomy, and then stopped mentioning those heavy topics, just saying some pleasant and funny things, and Ling Muyun was not willing to live up to such a beautiful day, so he also let go of the topic that Huang Rong introduced to talk about the lawsuit. Huang Rong talked about how to hang the four ghosts of the Yellow River on a tree, how to tease Hou Tonghai, and Ling Muyun also tried to pick up some funny things, and the two laughed from time to time, chatting happily.

Unconsciously, seeing that the sky was darkening, the twilight was deep and dark, and gradually the snow, lake, and plum blossoms all turned into a hazy patch, Huang Rong slowly stretched out her hand, held Ling Muyun's palm, and said in a low voice: "I'm not afraid of anything now." ”

Ling Muyun asked, "What's wrong Rong'er, what are you afraid of?" ”

Huang Rong said: "Brother Yun, even if my father doesn't want me, you will want me to follow you, right?" ”

A burst of pity welled up in Ling Muyun's heart, and he stretched out his hand to take Huang Rong into his arms and said: "That's nature, Rong'er, you are so good, so smart and beautiful, so kind and considerate, so many benefits, you just let me go, I can't bear it." ”

Huang Rong gently leaned on Ling Muyun's chest, curled up as close as possible, like a cat afraid of the cold, and murmured in a low voice: "This feels so good, Brother Yun, I will stay by your side in the future and never walk away, wherever you go, I will follow you, and I will not be separated for the rest of my life......"

The beauty was in his arms, Ling Muyun only felt that a sweet fragrance surrounded his body, surrounded the lake, and surrounded the whole world, and he didn't know whether it was the fragrance of plum blossoms or Huang Rong's body, and there was a feeling called happiness quietly surging into his heart.

Ling Muyun, who was a man of two lives, thought that he had rich experience, but when this familiar and unfamiliar feeling really hit, he couldn't help but indulge in it. said that it was familiar because he had seen too much of this kind of love and love in his previous life, and it was strange because it was his first personal experience.

But neither the familiar nor the strange could stop him from feeling the beauty of this affection with his heart, and before, if someone said that he would like a little girl of fifteen or sixteen, he would have thought it was a joke, but at this moment, he took it for granted.

In his previous life, he often heard people say that love knows no age and no borders, but he scoffed at it, thinking that some people were making excuses for some of their behaviors, which was pure nonsense.

But now, he's somewhat convinced! Because although he is still only a teenager in terms of biological age, in terms of mental age, he is already moving towards "uncle". But now he seems to have fallen into the love trap woven by a young girl, could it be that this is the magic of legendary love?