Bianliang City ushered in the spring of the new year, the early spring sunshine sprinkled down, warm, shining on the faces of pedestrians, bringing vitality to the streets that had been steep for a whole winter, shouting one after another, lively and extraordinary. It has always been known as the first inn in Bianliang, all the doors and windows of the three-story building are opened, and the fragrance of wine fills the alley for a while, but it echoes with the peach blossoms in early spring, refreshing people's hearts.

"Painting the building in the early spring, a tree of peach blossoms", Xu Yun, who rested in the Haolai Inn yesterday, had a good night's dream, washed away his exhaustion, and when he opened his eyes, he felt the fragrance of peach blossoms, and couldn't help but groan. He stretched his waist, lifted the quilt, took a few steps with long legs and came to the window, the view of the third floor was excellent, he saw a dazzling array of goods, shoulder to shoulder pedestrians, and a breath of fireworks, which made him a little uncomfortable. Looking farther away, there is the Bianhe River in the middle of the Great Song Dynasty, flowing turbulently from west to east, the ice melts, the river rises, and washes the weeping willows on both sides of the riverbank. The moment he raised his eyes again, he closed his eyes suddenly, I don't know if the sun was too dazzling, or the golden and brilliant Great Song Palace bathed in the sun was too dazzling? He withdrew his gaze, walked back to the table, reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of herbal tea for the night, and after a brief cleanup, he went out.

"Good morning, guest officer, do you want morning tea?" As soon as Xiao Liu came up from the stairs on the second floor, he came forward and greeted Xu Yun warmly, Xu Yun shook his head with a smile, "No need, I want to go to the dog on the other side of the street to ignore the buns, I haven't eaten them for many years, I don't know if the taste has changed", this Xiao Liu is also a clever one, and immediately picked up the words: "Although the guest officer can rest assured, the dog ignores the buns, which is a shop hand-picked by the saint, and has never changed the formula, it is still as delicious. It's more positive than the previous court, hehe. As if receiving Xu Yun's eyes, Xiao Liu covered his mouth and said in fear, "Guest officer, look at my open-mouthed pot, talking like splashing water, it is the former prime minister, the former prime minister loves to eat dogs and ignores steamed buns, and the current prime minister... The sound of muttering in the back became smaller and smaller, and Xu Yun couldn't hear it clearly, so he smiled and signaled "It's okay", and went downstairs.

Along the Cang Academy, built near the Bianhe River, located in the lower reaches, surrounded by grass and trees, like an inconspicuous farmhouse hidden in the mountains and forests. Most of the students came to visit, half for the Master, and half for the Master's wife. The master is also known as the ugly master, and his surname is ugly, but he is not ugly, on the contrary, the ugly master is extremely handsome, and he is gentle and elegant in his gestures, otherwise he will not be able to gain the heart of the talented girl Shen Sanniang. Sanniang was born in Shangshu Mansion, ranked third, the eldest sister spoiled the six palaces, the second sister was beautiful, Sanniang was excellent in piano skills, and the beauty was rare, and it became a good story of the entire Great Song Dynasty for a while.

"Pengzhi migrated to the south of the underworld, the water hit three thousand miles, the one who swayed up ninety thousand miles, and the one who went to rest in June." The ugly master took the book and walked around in the last row with his hands behind his back, only to see him turn over and grab it, glaring at Qin Yuanfan who threw the note, which frightened him and made him shudder, and stood up obediently, hanging his head in despair. The ugly master turned his head, gathered strength, aimed at the back of the head in front of him, and threw the note hard, and then he faced a pair of eyes full of resentment, only for a moment, the eyes were immediately filled with apologies, and Hang Erlang stood up and grinned. The ugly master slapped the book with his hand, "Since the two of you don't have to listen to the class, then explain what I just read", Qin Yuanfan and Wang Qian looked at each other awkwardly, and asked for help from the surrounding heroes.

"Qin Yuanfan, you give me to stand in the back, Wang Qian, you say", Wang Qian couldn't hide, so he simply told the truth, "Lao Zhuang's getaway, my father often admires it, calling it a wonderful text through the ages, magnificent and eclectic. Only I have a doubt since I was a child, thinking that my Great Song Dynasty is connected to Mongolia in the north, the Xiongnu in the west, and the hopeless sea in the southeast, with a land area of 200 million hectares, and the Bianhe River is only 4,000 miles long. "Hahaha..." , The students laughed for a while, and Qin Yuanfan trembled with laughter, "The vertical son is presumptuous!" "The ugly master's nose is almost crooked, and the book is thrown on Wang Qian's face, but unfortunately the young man reacts quickly and easily avoids it, and his young face is full of arrogance and smile, and he does not forget the dark corner of his eyes." Master, I also agree with what Ah Qian said, the metaphor is used so exaggeratedly, who is willing to believe it, only deceive the drooping child", the naughty mischievous ghost Wan Jinyan echoed.

The master was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he just nodded this and pointed at that, and he couldn't care about the little majesty that was left, "Little rabbit, I really don't know how thick the sky is, huh?" The Getaway is a wonderful flower that breaks through the conventional art pattern, the whole text is a narrative, a reference, a metaphor, a discussion, a break but not broken, a continuation and not a continuation, a repetition and not a reply, only to see the clouds and air, back and forth on the paper, in an instant, suddenly into a different view, how can it be allowed to be vertically discussed? "You, you, and you", pointing at Wang Qian, Qin Yuanfan, and Wan Jinyan in turn, "The three of you will go back tonight and copy the leisurely tour twenty times", "The rest of you, you", the ugly master fingers circled around, "Each person copied ten times, hand it over to me tomorrow morning, if it is a moment late, wait to eat my board", the students were in an uproar, sighing, and they all remembered the last board vividly. Seeing this, the ugly master snorted coldly, twisted his thin waist, strode out of the classroom, and walked quickly to the backyard to ask Sanniang's Momoda for comfort, otherwise he would not be able to live this day.

Seeing the master walk away, Wang Qian stood on tiptoe and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Hey, don't worry, didn't you say okay, copying books is a trivial matter, if there are scholars at home, go back to find the scholar to imitate the handwriting and copy, if there is not, register it with me, I will take it back and deal with it in a unified manner, Ming'er will ignore the bun and receive the homework", "Woo woo, Ah Qian is really my relative", "Okay, okay, come and register, I have to rush back to send the task, don't squeeze one by one", "Well, Li Shui one, Jiang Shike one, Zhu Zhen one, Nie Tongtong one." , Qin Yuanfan, Wan Jinyan, hey, you go on the side, and there is no shortage of scholars and maids, okay, complete, it's all scattered, Ming'er is an old place, right? The classmates are almost gone, "Cut, isn't it just the dog you eat every day and ignore the buns, you know and know."

Wang Qian folded and folded the paper, stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked to Zhao Zhiyi's side, "You are innocent and implicated this time, and you are still going to write it yourself?" "It's good that you know, I can remember it one by one, and I will have to get it back in the future." Also, at the level of your little girl, you can write my words, don't discredit me. Wang Qian knew that this person owed a lot of money, arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't care about it at the moment, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, the villain remembers", and stepped forward to walk away with Qin Yuanfan and Wan Jinyan.

The corners of Zhao Zhiyi's mouth were slightly raised, as if he had succeeded in his treacherous scheme, and his eyes gently commented on the young man walking in front of him, dressed in a refreshing student uniform, with a jade crown and bundled hair, and the spring breeze blew the ink hair in a good-looking arc, but he hooked Qin Yuanfan with one hand and carried Wan Jinyan with the other, without any image at all, which caused him to shake his head and sigh frequently. Many years later, recalling his youth, he always remembers that under the sunset, three long shadows were pulled.