"Eighth? I've never heard you mention it to them in the forest.

Is he alive? ”

Lin Xiaohe has always felt strange.

Except that there is no ranking in the forest, the second and third of them are all there, all the way to seventeen.

But among them, the old eight and fifteen are missing.

What Lin Xiaohe didn't know was that after seventeen, there was still an eighteen.

Han Che calmed down, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Alive, should be alive and well now.

I have eighteen brothers, and in addition to the eighteenth, there are also fifteen and eighteen.

The three of them felt that I was in their way, so they left me. ”

Lin Xiaohe intuitively felt that something must have happened in this that she didn't know.

Han Che's personal charm is undoubted.

The brothers were dead set on him.

Is it as simple as the three of them just leaving?

I don't know why, Lin Xiaohe unexpectedly thought of the night they first met.

Han Che was hunted down, and the most serious wound was a knife in the heart, which was obviously done by an acquaintance.

Lin Xiaohe subconsciously pressed his hand to his heart, feeling a little distressed.

"Does it still hurt?"

Han Che was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but sigh that this girl was too smart.

She hadn't said anything, but she had already guessed it.

He stretched out his hand and covered Lin Xiaohe's hand, and said softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, there is a girl who has healed the wound here." ”

This was said tactfully, but Lin Xiaohe understood.

His brother's betrayal wounded him.

But her appearance made his heart refilled and full of vitality.

"Poor mouth. You have eighteen brothers, and the iron-faced Yama has eighteen Yama guards.

So you really are? ”

Han Che smiled and nodded, staring back at her for a long time: "I really am!" ”

Lin Xiaohe blinked his eyes a few times, and his cold eyes were clear and calm.

"Well, I believe it.

It's just that you, a big general, don't guard the frontier well, what are you doing in our small mountain village?

Wait, don't talk, I guess.

Well, the merit is high.

Because you have too much credit, the emperor can't tolerate you, so he secretly wooed a group of your brothers, and then won eighteen gold medals in a row to recall you back to the capital.

When you arrived, the emperor gave an order, and thousands of swords and axes jumped out from everywhere, and they were about to break you into thousands of pieces.

Thankfully, your other brothers swore to protect you, and you escaped.

Unexpectedly, just when you thought you had escaped, the eighth child who was protecting you by your side suddenly turned back and stabbed you. ”

This kind of scene has been acted in too many TV movies, so Lin Xiaohe is talking about eyebrows flying and saliva flying.

The drama of eighteen gold medals, is that Yue Fei good?

Of course, Han Che doesn't know these things, so naturally he won't complain.

Han Che was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he really wanted to see what Lin Xiaohe's little head was filled with.

This kind of thing is said one by one, and he almost thinks that what Lin Xiaohe said is the truth.

"How? Did I guess that? Hahaha! Lin Xiaohe smiled like a fool, very proud.

Han Che was speechless.

"If that bastard really sends someone to kill me, I'll look up and down his eyes.

However, although what you said is not true, some of it is true. ”

"Wait, who are you talking about? Emperor? ”

Han Che nodded expressionlessly.

"Yohe, you are a very majestic general, even the emperor dares to scold, it's really powerful."

It's just that Lin Xiaohe's words don't sound like a compliment.

Han Che reached out and touched her head: "You don't seem to have much reverence for the emperor."

Come, lady, tell me about your husband, how do you know so much? ”

If you don't say anything else, let's just say that a mountain village girl can tell a story about the things in the court, which is not the insight that ordinary people should have.

In this era, the awe of the court is still very serious, and the news is closed, most people only know that there is an emperor, but they don't have many concepts of the court.

But Lin Xiaohe obviously knows something, at least he is no stranger to the court.

"This girl is gifted and intelligent, she knows thousands of texts at the age of three, memorizes Tang poems at the age of five, punches the Beishan Tiger at the age of nine, and captures the South China Sea Dragon at the age of ten.

A genius like me, born to know, an ordinary man like you, can't understand the realm of my sister. ”

Lin Xiaohe shook his head, but his mouth was grinning.

Han Che smiled dumbly, three years old and knows a thousand things? Reciting Tang poems at the age of five?

According to the information he investigated, the smart and proud little lady in front of him was a silly girl before.

"Wait, what is Tang Shi? How come I've never heard of it? ”

"Well, Tang poems, well, it's actually a poem, called Tang poems.

This poem is amazing, I'll recite a Tang poem to you.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Isn't it amazing?

One goes to two or three miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers. ”

What is Tang poetry?

It was the spiritual crystallization of the entire Tang Dynasty and all literati and artists.

There are poets and poets, and there are wind flowers and snow moons.

It's just that in this day and age, no one knows.

Han Che thought Lin Xiaohe was joking at first, but after listening to a few songs recited by Lin Xiaohe, he only felt shallow and easy to understand at first, but when he tasted it carefully, he felt full of charm, and the artistic conception was very wonderful.

This kind of simplification of poetry is simply wonderful.

Moreover, Lin Xiaohe's recitation of the rhythm is unheard of.

Or a seven-character quatrain, or a five-character poem.

The beauty of the rhythm is rare in life.

Is there poetry in this era?

Yes!

It's just that there is no norm in the strict sense, some are three words and one sentence, and some are four words and one sentence.

And the pursuit of rhetoric is piled up, full of Chinese, but when I read it, I feel empty.

Compared with what Lin Xiaohe recited, it was very different.

"Xiaohe, who wrote this Tang poem you are talking about? Why have I never seen this kind of book? ”

"I said it was something I was born with, and you naturally haven't seen it.

In fact, Tang poems were not made by one person, they were created by countless people of great wisdom and talent, depicting a picture of prosperity. ”

Han Che was also upset by Lin Xiaohe's words, but Lin Xiaohe's words changed and he grinned: "I tease you idiot, you really believe it."

My teacher taught me these things, did I mention my teacher to you? ”

"Dawenzong, Mei's wife and crane?"

Han Che had really heard of it, this was an effect deliberately created by Lin Xiaohe.

Otherwise, she is a little girl who knows so many things, which will inevitably attract suspicion.

"Yes, the teacher is unfathomable.

As you know, I was in a mess for the past three years, but luckily I met a teacher who enlightened me and taught me some knowledge.

Unfortunately, only three short years. ”

Han Che saw the nostalgic expression on Lin Xiaohe's face, and his heart was soft.

He leaned his head on her head and whispered, "If you have the opportunity, you really have to thank him for being an old man."

Without him, there would be no person today.

Without you today, I am destined to drift.

Although three years is a short time, it is already a great blessing to have this opportunity. We can't ask for too much, can we? ”

Lin Xiaohe didn't respond, Han Che looked back, Lin Xiaohe had already burst into tears.