"Through the ages, heroes have no search for the riverside, dancing pavilions, the wind is always blown away by the rain and wind, the grass and trees are ordinary in the sun, and the humane slaves have lived; Thinking about the past, Jin Ge Iron Horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. ”

"Yuanjia is grassy, sealing the wolf Juxu, and winning the canghuang Beigu; Forty-three years, I still remember the beacon Yangzhou Road; can look back, under the Buddha shrine, a crow shrine drum; Who asks, is it still possible to eat? ”

"The new calendar Ding Wei year, the autumn of the seventeenth year of the Qingli calendar, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the frost of Chongyang, the time ... Lin... Lin Chen?! ”

Reading and reading, Lin Ling was taken aback by his next words, not only Lin Ling, but even Guo Quan and the three of them on the side were surprised for a while, and even wondered if they had come to the wrong place.

But who is this Lin Chen? This person is the new emperor who changed his name to Qingli twenty years ago, Lin Chen.

Looking at this matter from another angle, it is not difficult to understand that Lin Chen would engrave his name on this stone tablet, and only a generation of emperors is qualified to leave a name under the masterpieces of great men.

However, judging from the deeds praised by the world, although this Lin Chen is okay in governing the country, he is not so keen on poetry and songs.

"Sure enough, no matter how many times I read it, when I revisit Young Master Xin's poems again, it will always make people's blood boil and stir."

Listening to Guo Quan's heartfelt sigh, Lin Ling just nodded silently, in Lin Ling's opinion, poetry is just a tool to express his inner feelings, if the era in which Young Master Xin lived was peaceful and prosperous, who would write such tragic poems.

"Zhang Lun, quickly bring my four treasures of the study, I want to copy this poem, hurry up!"

Because of Zhang Lun's poor family, Zhang Lun has no words, and Guo Quan has always only called him by his name.

However, Zhang Lun is also dedicated, and when he heard Guo Quan's instructions at this moment, Zhang Lun didn't talk nonsense, he directly pulled a rucksack from behind him, came to the stone bench in the pavilion in three or two steps, and began to tinker with Guo Quan's pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

When Lin Ling first came, he was still wondering, why Zhang Lun also carried a backpack, but now it seems that I am afraid that this Guo Quan has already inquired about Gubei Pavilion when he came, and when he heard that there was a stone tablet, he deliberately asked Zhang Lun to carry a backpack, for this moment.

Looking down at Guo Quan, who was squatting on the ground and straining his inkstone, Lin Ling said with a joking face: "Pinzhi, you are really ready." ”

I only heard Guo Quan reply vaguely: "Don't say it, I have these hobbies, in fact, you should have thought of it a long time ago, if there is no purpose, how can I come all the way to this Gubei Pavilion to blow the wind, is it really nostalgic." ”

What Guo Quan said made Lin Ling a little crying and laughing, but when you think about it, it is also the truth, don't look at it, those passenger ships seem to be overcrowded.

And looking at the direction they are going, it seems that they are coming to this Gubei Pavilion, but the four of them have been there for a long time, and it makes no sense that no one has come up to the mountain until now, so it can only show that the destination of those people is not Gubei Pavilion in Xingshan at all.

"Okay, no, it seems that this Gubei Pavilion is not in line with the facts you said before, this is also a little desolate, I am beginning to wonder if we have landed here before."

Looking at Guo Quan, who was happily copying, Lin Ling complained helplessly.

However, in the face of Lin Ling's complaints, Guo Quan didn't care about it, in his opinion, friends just have to withstand being pitted.

"I know what you want to say, the reason why you said that before was not afraid that you would not come, you tell me what you have done in the past few days, this looks like Wenju is about to arrive, but you are good, you don't review your homework, and you run out all day long."

"Originally, I wouldn't say anything if you could read the book when you came back at night, but when you came back, you knew that you were holding the military book to read, don't you know the importance of Wenju to our students!"

Guo Quan's words seemed to be thorny, and every sentence was accurately pierced into Lin Ling's heart, but before Lin Ling could refute a few words, Guo Quan continued to complain:

"I see, you are just fascinated by that Wang Shiya, I can tell you, the most difficult thing in this world to repay is the love debt, you have to be mentally prepared."

When Guo Quan finished speaking, just after copying a poem, I saw Guo Quan hand the pen and paper to Zhang Lun on the side, and he got up and twisted his back, and said in a tone like a senior teaching a late student:

"I already know what happened on Huanggu Street that day, you did the right thing, it's not your fault, but when there is a conflict with the princess on the street, it will only affect your career sooner or later."

Hearing Guo Quan talk about this, Lin Ling fell silent, in fact, if the conflict of the day were to happen again, Lin Ling would still do it without hesitation, but in Guo Quan's opinion, what he did was a little inconsiderate.

Guo Quan, this person, at this time, all he thinks about is his career, and anything that may destroy his future is something he can't tolerate, this is not to say that Guo Quan's feelings for Lin Ling have deteriorated, it's just that the authorities are fascinated, and Guo Quan has fallen into a deep obsession with rights.

Seeing this, Lin Ling sighed helplessly, and he also knew Guo Quan's temper in his heart, he belonged to the resoluteness that once he decided something, even ten cows could not pull it back.

At this time, Lin Ling was depressed, and naturally lost the interest in playing, and looked down at Zhang Lun who had dried the ink and put away the rice paper, so he said to Guo Quan: "Okay, we should go back." ”

Hearing Lin Ling say this, Guo Quan looked left and right at the dim sky in the distance and said, "At this time, it's almost noon, and we were delayed on the road for too long when we came, so it looks like it's time to go." ”

As soon as Guo Quan finished speaking, he saw Yang Zhen, who had been guarding outside the pavilion, walk in, and after nodding and greeting Guo Quan when he passed by, he clasped his fists and said to Lin Ling:

"Childe, it's snowing again, let's go down the mountain quickly, the wind and snow in the north during the Spring Festival are irregular, if you're unlucky, the snow will be closed in a while."

Guo Quan, who was still a little grinding, also reacted when he heard Yang Zhen say this, turned around and greeted Zhang Lun and Lin Ling, who were busy with their work, but he took the lead in walking slowly towards the way he came.

Looking at Guo Quan who was slowly walking away, Lin Ling looked down at Zhang Lun, who was trembling and couldn't tie the lock of his backpack, and motioned for Yang Zhen to come over and help Zhang Lun, and he took the poem that Guo Quan had just copied from him, and said earnestly:

"Zhang Lun, give me the backpack, you have sharp legs and feet, quickly keep up with your son-in-law, he is weak, this mountain road is slippery and steep, don't let him fall his legs and feet again."

And Zhang Lun also knew that now was not the time to be polite, so he handed over the backpack to Lin Ling, and after jumping twice in place, he chased in the direction of Guo Quan's departure.

Seeing Zhang Lun leave, Lin Ling casually fastened the lock, dragged the strip of linen cloth wrapped around it, and said diagonally on his chest: "Let's go, Gongwei, let's go down the mountain too." ”

The two followed Zhang Lun's footprints along the way, and after walking for about a stick of incense, they saw the light boat docked at the foot of the mountain from a distance.

And there was a tall figure on the boat, who looked a little thin, waving his hand vigorously in the direction of Lin Ling, Lin Ling saw it clearly, that person was Zhang Lun who had just left.

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