The story takes place in Chang'an.

The jade is full of swamps, green leaves and fields, holding a small boat, holding an orchid paddle, rowing waves, dialing a path of red, dark green and light.

The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is open to both sides of the face.

Among the green lotus and red lotus, the lotus picking girl wears a green Luo skirt, blending into the lotus leaves of the field, and her face reflects each other with the bright lotus flowers, and it is difficult to distinguish between people and flowers.

"Lingxiang!"

Hearing the call, she hurriedly looked back, and when she saw the person, the corners of her mouth suddenly bloomed like flowers, and her eyes were like spring water, full of affection.

"General Qin!"

She put down the paddle in her hand and waved at him on the riverbank.

She didn't believe that there was really a world where it was love at first sight until she met him.

………

The water chestnut leaves linger in the lotus wind, and the lotus is deep in the boat.

Feng Lang bowed his head and smiled, and Biyu scratched his head and fell into the water.

In July, it is a slightly hot season.

On that day, she propped up a small boat full of red lotus and rowed to the sparsely populated shore of Liantang.

Stripped of her shoes and socks, she sat on the bow of the boat, lifted her skirt, revealing a white jade-like calf, stretched out her jade feet, touched the surface of the water, and the ripples in the circles gradually affected her body.

Suddenly she heard the sound of horses' hooves from her side, and she was startled, and tried to withdraw her feet, but it was too late.

In a hurry, she turned her head to look at the comer.

I saw the man riding on a tall horse, with handsome eyebrows, dressed in armor, and wearing a sword at his waist.

The man looked at her from above, his ear frames slightly reddened.

Ling Xiang's face was even more flushed, and a hot romance was on his face.

A glimpse that will never be forgotten ever since.

………

His name is Qin Huai, and he is a general who has been stationed at the border all year round.

The reason for returning to Chang'an this time was to report the situation in the border area, and the emperor intended to let him stay in Chang'an, so he allowed him to stay in Chang'an for a while this time.

"Qin Huai, look!"

Boating on the lake, Qin Huai held the blue oar for her, and Ling Xiang lifted the lotus canopy he had just picked up in front of him.

"The lotus pods should choose the ones with lotus seeds on top of the small holes, and the more lotus seeds on the head of a shower, the better." She snapped her finger, "Just like this one!" ”

The water surface was sparkling, and her smiling eyes seemed to be shining with sparkling water, dazzling.

Looking at the little hand holding the lotus pod in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but hold her with affection in his eyes.

"Qin Huai?" She was startled, and the lotus canopy that she had been holding in her hand fell, spun around twice on the board, and stopped.

Feeling the temperature coming from her hands, her cheeks began to flush again, like the red lotus on both sides of the boat.

Qin Huai is a general outside the Saiwai, who has been practicing martial arts all year round, and his hands have thick cocoons, which are a little rough on Lingxiang's hands, but they unexpectedly make her heart move.

This is the person she loves.

Qin Huai gradually moved closer to her, holding her hand with one hand, ten fingers connected, and the other hand caressing the hair on the back of her head.

Red lotus and green lotus surrounded them, making it impossible for their ambiguous atmosphere to disperse.

He pressed his eyebrows against her forehead.

Guessing what Qin Huai would do next, Ling Xiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't refuse him.

"Qin ......," she wanted to call him softly.

And the last word of his name turned into a whimper and swallowed into his heart.

Qin Huai's lips came up, he hooked the back of her head, closed her eyes, and with a little instinctive domineering, pry open her mouth with warm softness.

The breeze is blowing and the waves are dripping.

At this moment, I just want to hold you in my arms and listen to the song of the flowing water and breeze with you.

………

In an emergency outside the Guan, General Qin Huai needs to rush back immediately.

Outside Chang'an City, the scorching sun is on the head, the loess is raging, and she is still wearing a light green Luo skirt, which brings a touch of coolness to this hot environment.

Qin Huai put on the same set of armor when he first came to Chang'an, held the reins, rode on the horse, looked down at the beautiful woman who came to see her off on the side of the horse, and gave her a reassuring smile.

He gently smoothed Ling Xiang's frowning brow with his fingertips, reached out and took her hand, leaving a kiss on the back of her hand.

Sending you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye in the end.

Ling Xiang's eyes couldn't help but be filled with a layer of mist.

Qin Huai lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"When I come back this time, I will marry you."

………

August poetry Zen, although it is the end of the month, but the red lotus is still like fire.

Water chestnut leaves flutter on the green rippling surface of the lake, and lotus flowers sway in the wind.

The lotus picking girl is holding a small boat, mixed with lotus leaves and bright lotus flowers in the fields, looming, if there is nothing.

The blue lotus is hidden, the red lotus is and the pedicle, and the lotus pond is plumbing and incense.

The lotus seeds were picked in exchange for Nanzhu, and the red lotus was dyed red in the wedding dress.

He said that when he came back this time, he would marry her.

When she finishes making her wedding dress, will he be able to come back?

The root is long, and the lotus in the flower is bitter, just for the merry and sorrowful, and it is more lined with beautiful steps.

She misses him, she misses him.

………

Three months later, General Qin Huai led his troops to triumph.

The streets of Chang'an City were crowded with people, and he rode a tall horse and led the troops at the front of the procession.

Looking around, he didn't see the familiar light green, and he frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Pulling the reins and twisting the horse's head, he wanted to go to her.

"Eh, General Qin, where are you going?" The lieutenant general of the team asked busily.

"Find someone." He looked at the man and replied impatiently.

"General Qin, we have to go to the palace to face the saint first, the emperor is still waiting for us in the palace, we can't break the rules and offend the emperor!"

Qin Huai's brows tightened, his eyes seemed to be a cloud of ink flipping, he tried his best to suppress the uneasy emotions in his heart, but the corners of his eyes still kept beating.

"General Qin, let's enter the palace quickly! You can't let the emperor blame it! ”

Helplessly, he still went to the palace to see the emperor.

Because of his meritorious service in garrisoning the border for many years, and this time he led the troops to win the battle, the emperor rewarded him with ten turns.

As soon as he left the palace, he hurried to the remote place where she once lived.

It was in ruins, leaving only the remains of the fire.

Changed.

Qin Huai felt that his eyes were in a trance, his body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Are you looking for Miss Lingxiang?"

Suddenly he heard a voice behind him, and he hurriedly turned to look.

It was Granny Zhang next to Lingxiang's house, he had seen it before.

"Granny Zhang, Lingxiang, what's wrong with her, where is she now?!" He strode forward, speaking quickly, his voice trembling a little, "She's fine, she's still there...... Right? ”

He looked at Granny Zhang, as if looking at the last hope.

But there will always be such helplessness in the world, and the person you love deeply has long been separated from your yin and yang.

"A mountain bandit wanted to rob her up the mountain, but she was unwilling and tried her best to resist, but unexpectedly she was injured and died. Those mountain bandits were afraid that the matter would make a big fuss, so they set a fire to the place, destroying the corpses and destroying the traces. ”

"I was about to go home, and I happened to see all this, but there was no way to stop it, and I went to declare it afterwards, but for some reason, it didn't work out."

Granny Zhang looked at the painful Qin Huai in front of her, her cloudy eyes were full of distress and sympathy.

"She is about to make your wedding dress, the wedding dress is very beautiful, she has done it very carefully, I have seen it."

Who would have thought that this General Qin, who had fought for many years and killed countless enemies, and was accustomed to seeing life and death parting, would hide his face with his hands and cry silently at this time.

I can protect the world Li Min I Chang'an, but I can't protect you.

………

General Qin Huai asked the emperor to order him to lead troops to exterminate the mountain bandits.

The emperor felt that it was too overkill to send him to suppress the bandits, but seeing that he looked firm, he also allowed him.

The mountain bandits were wiped out, Qin Huai did not stay in Chang'an anymore, he returned to the outside of the fortress and guarded the frontier.

General Qin, who returned to the battlefield, fought bravely to kill the enemy more desperately than before, and even when he was injured many times, he did not call a military doctor to treat him.

Three years later, General Qin was mortally wounded and died, and before he died, he asked his soldiers to cremate his body and transport it back to Chang'an.

At that time, people believed that cremation was disrespectful to the corpse, and although the soldiers were puzzled, they still did it according to his will.

People sighed one after another, but it is a pity that such a generation of proud sons has never married a wife until his death, leaving no descendants.

………

It is the middle of summer again, the lotus field is picked, the red lotus is gorgeous, the old man has passed away, and the newcomer is not known.

I don't know who it is, holding a small boat, swinging waves on the calm lake.

The water is shining.