Ma Cuihua realized that she had lost her words, her face was red like a ripe apple, she stomped her feet, and said hurriedly:

"Not what you think."

"I didn't think about it."

Dong Shumin's face was dazed, she pointed at Xintianyou, and asked viciously: "Xiaotian, tell me honestly, what are you thinking about in a mess?" ”

The young man honestly lowered his head and said, I didn't think about anything.

Alas, no way.

Anyway, he can't afford to mess with either of these two women. Master is such a powerful character, he can almost beat the whole world, and he also said that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and she must avoid it when she encounters it.

The atmosphere was awkward, and there was nothing to say for a while.

The sound of scolding drifted in the wind.

Xintianyou raised his head, only to see that a mile away, Ma Kong stopped in front of the sedan chair, took out a sign from his waist, and held it high.

Ordinary people see the catch, like a mouse sees a cat. Even if you win, you must be obedient. If you dare to resist, you will be regarded as fighting against the government, and will be hunted down endlessly, and eventually die.

Who would have thought that the groom and the two palanquin men would not listen at all, and scattered with a "bang" and ran wildly towards the field.

Zhao Jia drove from behind, knocked down a sedan chair driver with his horse, and went to chase another.

The bridegroom whipped the mule with all his might, but he could not outrun the horse. After Ma Kong caught up, he unceremoniously smashed him off the mule with the back of his knife. The guy rolled in the field, pulled out a sharp knife, and brandished it for a confrontation.

Seeing this, Ma Cuihua was pardoned. Hurry up and run towards the mount, and say, I'll go help my father.

Dong Shumin threw the leaves towards Xintian, and also stepped on the horse with him, for fear that he would not be able to catch up with the excitement if he was too late. Seeing that the young lady did not greet them, Xiaoxiang Xiaolan leaned into the fork in the road to save herself from blocking the vehicles on the main road.

Xintianyou raised his hand and grabbed the leaf, put it in the empty blanket, and walked back unhurriedly.

He's not in a hurry.

The groom and the palanquin man are obviously eccentric, not good people. Ma Kong and Zhao Jia lowered their eyebrows when they were with them, and after they were released, they were vicious, and it was a matter of minutes to subdue them. What's more, I rushed to Miss Dong, a master of Ning Gang with a big background and jealousy.

Who will be in the sedan chair? It seems to be a teenage girl. That faint aroma, not rouge powder, simply soaked into the heart......

The usage of her overlapping words caught up with Li Qingzhao.

Just over a mile away, Xintianyou dismounted three times and carefully picked up three sycamore leaves. Looking at the words and sentences on it, one piece is in tune with "Remembering the on the Phoenix Stage", and the others obviously belong to other poems.

Two minutes later, when Xintianyou rode to the sedan chair, the groom and the sedan chair man had already been beaten to obedience, kneeling neatly, and did not even dare to hum.

Dong Shumin disgusted with the smell on their bodies and ordered to kneel in the field downwind. Ma Kong and Zhao Jia were fierce and vicious, standing on both sides of the guard, one left and one right.

Ma Cuihua exposed half of her body, stumbled for a while, and helped a person out of the sedan chair.

Miss Dong's eyes widened, and she gave Xintianyou a thumbs up, and chuckled:

"What a beautiful sister, the dog's nose is really smart."

Xin Tianyou turned his face away in embarrassment, and said in his heart, where did I know that this would happen. When it is said that the country is captivating, it is really the country and the city.

I saw that the girl had a delicate figure, a beautiful face, fair and delicate skin, just like a fairy in a painting. It was a cloudy day and there was no sun. But as soon as she appeared, she suddenly shone brightly, and the sky and the earth seemed to suddenly brighten up a lot.

He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with his teeth biting lightly and his long eyelashes fluttering. There were still tear stains on his cheeks, and his two wrists showed bruised rope marks, but he didn't cry.

After getting out of the sedan chair, she solemnly tidied up her scattered sideburns and skirts, and bowed to Ma Cuihua, Dong Shumin, Ma Kong, and Zhao Jia one by one, and said, thank you.

The voice is like a yellow bird out of the valley, and it can't be said to be good.

Dong Shumin spoke quickly, pointed to Xintianyou, who had just arrived, and said:

"Little sister, don't thank us, thank him. Without him, no one would know that you were kidnapped by a strongman. ”

When the girl heard this, the weak willow helped the wind and walked to the horse of Xintianyou, pressed the flat end of her left hand with her right hand to her left chest, bent her knees and bowed her head, and said deeply:

"Folk girl He Qingqing, thank you Gongzi for rescuing."

Xintianyou was disappointed.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, or a yellow-haired girl, what good words can you fill in? I'm afraid it was copied.

He turned over and dismounted, tried his best to squeeze out an approachable smile, took out a stack of sycamore leaves from his coat and handed it over, and asked, "He Qingqing, this is what you wrote?" ”

The girl took the leaves, spun them around twice between her fingers, and nodded.

Xintianyou was a little dizzy, and asked again.

"I mean, you really created it on your own?"

He Qingqing said timidly:

"I've written a lot, I've never shown it to others, I don't know if it's good or not."

Ma Kong, Ma Cuihua, and Zhao Jia were indifferent, but Xintianyou was stunned, and he couldn't even speak.

"This, this, this...... How can it be? ”

Dong Shumin, who was on the other end, opened her arms exaggeratedly, spun around, and shouted, "Oh, don't stop any of you...... There is a crack in the ground somewhere, so that Miss Ben can get in. ”

The girl smiled without showing her teeth, but her eyes gradually curved like crescent moons, becoming brighter and brighter, and asked happily:

"Childe is saying that the writing is okay?"

It can be passed down through the ages, what does it mean to be okay?

Xuezhun Xintianyou was completely speechless, and nodded stiffly.

This is true genius!

When Li Qingzhao wrote "Leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums", it was also He Qingqing's age. When Luo Bingwang wrote "White hair floating in green water, red anthurium plucking clear waves", it was even more terrifying, only seven years old.

What were you doing when you were seven years old? Playing in the mud with Asha by the creek.

But it's nothing, there is a specialization in the art industry. When he was seven years old, he was also very powerful, and he could win 10,000 Luo Bing Wang and 100 Luo Bing Wang and his father.

Someone so comforts himself.

He Qingqing said:

"I've written a lot of them, but unfortunately they haven't survived. Lacking pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, they pricked the leaves with needles. There was no place to put it, so I had to pour out a handful of dustpans and dump them......"

A handful of poems with a handful of baskets, and they have been poured out?

This is the craziest word Xintianyou has ever heard, second only to hearing the master say that he will blow the sun with one punch.

By questioning He Qingqing and interrogating the three bandits, everyone understood what was going on.

Three miles from here in the direction of Wangcheng, there is a Furong village.

He Qingqing was born and raised and has been smart since childhood.

Her uncle's name was Lo Ching-de, and he taught at the school in the town. Once I went to visit my sister in Furong Village, and saw that the five-year-old Qingqing taught her to write well-behaved, who would have thought that she would learn it all at once.

My uncle was so amazed that he often brought books with him to teach and explain, and two years later asked her to go to the school to audit.

Two years later, He Qingqing's father died of illness. The family only relied on her mother to spin and weave cloth, and she couldn't even eat enough to eat, so she had to drop out of school.

Lao Qingde is a talent, he failed repeatedly, and offended the mountain chief of the school, and gradually became discouraged. simply left his hometown and went to Lushui County, Qiyun County, to run a private school to make a living. Before leaving, he left a box of poems and songs to Qingqing.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

The following year, my mother fell ill. Although my uncle often sent people to send money, it was only enough to catch medicine, and the five-cent field was also deserted.

He Qingqing came up with a good idea and started a Mongolian school at home.

There are only a dozen children in the village, all of whom are five, six, seven or eight years old. The villagers think that someone can take care of it, and it doesn't matter if they know how to read or not, and they don't have to pay for tuition anyway. The chicken lays a few eggs, scoops out a few buckets of rice, kills a pig and sends a leg, and goes to the field to help when planting rice and harvesting......

In this way, the mother and daughter lived with difficulty.

What should I do if I don't have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?

He Qingqing cleverly hung a large wooden board on the wall, used the carbon strip as a pen, and then scrubbed it after writing. When the planks get darker and the handwriting becomes illegible, ask the carpenter to cut off a layer of the surface.

The villagers called her, Little Mister.

I thought that life would go on like this, but how did I know that the disaster caused Xiao Wall.