"Xiao Er, is there pen and ink here?"

As soon as Wanjun got downstairs, he asked Xiao Er for pen and ink.

"Yes, wait a minute!"

Wanjun picked up the pen, looked at the letter and wrote:

Factory father, I am in distress, ask for help. General Fan deceived people very much, and hoped to get rid of them.

Wanjun book.

He wrote down a few short words and sent a messenger to the capital.

As soon as the letter was delivered, a crowd of people poured into the inn. Everyone was talking about something.

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

"Don't you know? Today is the most handsome Jing Rucheng son in Liaoyang who is here to speak! ”

The eldest brother squeezed to the front excitedly: "Let me in, you let me in." ”

"He's amazing, isn't he?"

Wanjun asked, pulling on her eldest brother's clothes.

"You don't even know this, you'll know later, you let me in, let me in!"

The eldest brother finally squeezed in, leaving Wanjun alone to stand behind the bustling crowd.

"Who has such charm to make so many people come to cheer?"

Wanjun was very curious, and wanted to see who he was so sacred, and he was so popular.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!"

Xiao Er stood upstairs and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Gongzi Jing is coming soon, everyone can have a cup of tea first and wait for Gongzi's arrival!"

Before Xiao Er's words fell, the crowd below began to bustle again.

Wanjun inadvertently saw a man sitting in the corner, he was dressed in plain clothes and had a light face, and his eyes were straight on the melon seed plate.

Wanjun lifted her skirt and walked over with a smile: "Childe is different from others, huh?" ”

"Oh? Tell me what's different? ”

Childe grabbed a handful of melon seeds and continued to snort.

"Look at them, they are all squeezing forward, but you are different, quiet here."

Childe spit out the melon seed skin in his mouth: "Hahaha, aren't you also sitting alone in the back, why am I different?" ”

"I haven't seen him before, that's why I'm so calm."

"Sit down, let's eat melon seeds together!"

Wanjun smiled and nodded, and sat down beside him.

"My name is Du Wanjun, I don't know your surname?"

"Li Chenxing."

"Li Gongzi, do you know who is going to come later?"

Wanjun still refuses to give up, wondering who she really is and why she is so popular.

"He's a poet? No, it's a painter? He, there are so many titles, I don't even know which one to introduce. ”

Li Gongzi couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and the smiles on his face were more real than the smiles on the faces of those people.

"Do you know him?"

"Acquaintance."

"What do you have to do with him?"

"He's me—"

Li Gongzi stopped without finishing his words, he put down the melon seeds in his hand, looked at Wanjun and said, "Eat the melon seeds well." ”

In fact, Wanjun knew at first sight that he was a fellow traveler, since he didn't say it, why did he bother to ask further?

Li Gongzi is the most unique person he has seen since he came to Guanwai. He is different from many people outside the Guan, compared to them, he is simply as gentle as jade.

"Du Gongzi, you are not from Liaoyang."

"Yes, I'll call the capital."

"Beijing?"

"I haven't been there yet, can you tell me about it?"

Wanjun's words seemed to open up his new continent, and his eyes were full of longing and expectation, all of which showed his yearning for the capital.

"It's the same as here, it's just bigger than here, and it's really hard to say different."

"Du Gongzi, are you all so modest in the capital?"

"Li Gongzi, the capital is just a place, a city, and although each city is different, it is the same."

Wanjun patiently explained, he didn't want Li Gongzi to misunderstand.

Suddenly the crowd became quiet, and everyone looked upstairs. Wanjun also looked upstairs with everyone's gaze.

Xiao Er cleared his throat, looked at the crowd below and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, everyone is welcome to come here, then I won't talk nonsense, let's invite Jing Gongzi!" ”

The officials below were very applauded, shouting and applauding one by one. After applauding a cup of tea, Jing Gongzi walked out with small steps.

He is really bright and beautiful, but he is not as amazing as he imagined.

He bowed deeply to the guards below before he walked over to the railing and looked around. When he saw Li Gongzi stop again, he saw that they were looking at each other, as if they were making final preparations.

Just when Wanjun was about to watch the best show, Jing Gongzi's eyes suddenly stopped at him. This made him at a loss for a moment, and a little inexplicable. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze. Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief and watched his performance with peace of mind.

"Friends, welcome to ...... in your busy schedule"

Why does this sound make people listen to it with a fluttering feeling? It felt so good, so comfortable, that as soon as Wanjun heard him speak, goosebumps rose on his body, and when the second sound came out, he seemed to be flying over the meadows of the world, smelling the grass and sunbathing.

"How so? Impossible, how could you listen to his voice and have an illusion? ”

Wanjun thought it was too terrible, he didn't say anything, just said a polite word, which made people flutter.

He glanced at the officials in front of him, and they were all like a spring breeze, and his eyes were slightly closed.

He couldn't believe what he saw, so he turned his head and prepared to ask Li Gongzi what was going on. But when he turned to see him, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Li Gongzi's eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he was about to turn into an immortal in the next moment.

Before Wanjun could get used to it, the next wave of shock came. He only felt that his body was better being entered by something, and the whole person was completely relaxed and floated. He could see the sea, and the smell of the sea came to his face. He could see colorful fish and white clouds lying limply in the middle of the sea.

Wanjun has never been so relaxed, he is like a fish in the sea, gently swimming in the sea.

"Du Gongzi, Du Gongzi ......"

Wanjun laughed so much that his saliva flowed, he probably didn't know that he would be so ugly.

"Du Gongzi, wake up, Du Gongzi?"

Li Gongzi gently patted Wanjun's shoulder.

"Don't, don't push me."

Wanjun was still enjoying the relaxing moment of the fish in the sea, how did he know that Jing Gongzi had finished speaking and was standing in front of him.

"Du Gongzi!"

Li Gongzi was about to call Wanjun again, but was stopped by Jing Gongzi.

"He's too tired, let him get some sleep, let's go."

After a long time, Wanjun woke up from his sleep, and when he woke up, he only felt a sudden sense of loss and panic, which made him feel that he was the self he wanted in the dream.

"Li Gongzi?"

He turned around and saw that Li Gongzi's seat was empty, and his sense of loss increased by another point. He looked around, and there was no one except Xiao Er, who was cleaning.

"Little Er, huh?"

"Oh, Childe woke up? All gone. ”

"Gone?"

Wanjun lowered his head in disappointment, he still had a lot to say to them, and he had a lot of questions to ask them for.

"Childe, when they left, they said that you were too tired and needed a good rest, and if you were lucky, you would see you again."

Destined? Good bye?

Wanjun felt that the heavens were constantly playing tricks on him, and she never treated him gently. He has gone through ups and downs along the way, and his heart has been terrified. finally met a god who could let him relax for a while, and he didn't talk about "goodbye by fate" hastily.

She suddenly remembered something, stood up and walked up to Xiao Er: "Xiao Er, I'm looking for someone now." ”

Xiao Er stopped what he was doing and looked up at him.

"I found my brother that day, but he was framed, and we were chased all the way to a wood, where we rested for a while, and a moment after I went to fetch water, my brother was gone."

Wanjun had probably described the situation, and she was anxious not to know what to do.

"The woods? What woods? The woods here are not under the control of our Han people, and the Han people have never entered them. ”

When Xiao Er heard that they had entered the woods, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Han people can't go in? Why is that? ”

"It is said that all the forests here are managed by the Jurchens and other nomads, who live and graze in them, and shoot anyone who disturbs their lives."

"Shoot? What can I do, I don't know if my brother is alive or dead. ”

Wanjun clenched his hands anxiously, his brow locked in the center of his eyebrows.

"Guest officer, you may not know that the current Jurchen can be said to be the emperor of the soil here, no one can control it, and no one dares to manage it. The army stationed here is actually just an ornament, and it doesn't have much effect. ”

Xiao Er's words, although he told the truth, but Wanjun's heart trembled, this tremor doesn't matter, but it is about the life of Chunqiu's net worth!

"No, I have to save him!"

Wanjun turned around and prepared to go out.

He was caught by Xiao Er: "Guest officer, it's so late, it's not too late to look for it early tomorrow morning." Besides, you're not familiar with the terrain, so if you get lost, you really can't get out. ”

"Okay, how can I find the Jurchens?"

"It's hard to say, you might as well try your luck tomorrow, if your brother is really caught by them, he shouldn't have gone far."

Wanjun had no choice but to go back to his room to rest, and when he stayed until tomorrow morning, he got up and went to look for Chunqiu.

The autumn breeze outside the window is bleak, and the cold moon is blown by the autumn wind, which directly teaches people to be cold in their hearts. Wanjun sat alone by the window, even if the cold wind was blowing, he didn't want to close the window, he just wanted to blow the cold wind and think about Junlang.

"Spring and Autumn, where the hell are you? If you're alive and you're thinking about me, let the moon bring me love for you! ”

Yihan looked at Chunqiu quietly, the moonlight poured into Chunqiu's body softly and gently, and Wanjun's love words told a never-ending story in his body.

Chunqiu felt his blood flowing with the breeze in the moonlight, and every time there were Wanjun Qingmian's love words flowing inside. If he hadn't been in a coma, he would definitely take Wanjun into his arms, sit by the river, watch the sunset stain the river red, and watch Wanjun fall asleep.