Xiang Lu has since left Chengdu City, along the way or on foot, or take a donkey cart along the way, enjoy the scenery of Shudi, and go to Hanzhong comfortably, planning to go to Chang'an City through here.

Looking at Miss Zhuo again, she has nothing to do, and she is busy dealing with the family affairs arranged by her father every day. So, Zhuo Wenjun decided to go to Chang'an's uncle's house to live for a while, Zhuo Yilin agreed, thinking: If any of the noble sons of the capital fall in love with Wenjun, they will save themselves a lot of things.

Wen Jun and his party left in a hurry, and the reason why they were in a hurry was because the eldest lady urged them so much.

Xiang Lu entered Hanzhong City in this way, and saw the ancient charm of Hanzhong, which was quite Han Dynasty, so he decided to stay for a few days.

"Look! The old prince begged for a text again, and this time he was rewarded with a hundred taels of gold. "A great crowd of people and scholars ran into the city.

Xiang Lu felt strange, so he also followed to see the excitement, only to see a notice posted on the street in front of him, and a person next to him shouted: "Wang Bo wrote an immortal text in the Tengwang Pavilion, which made the Tengwang Pavilion famous through the ages." Now the prince in Hanzhong to build the autumn building, west of the Han water, the scenery is elegant, such a building, how can it be as good as Teng Wang Pavilion, now ask for articles, if you can make the autumn building famous, then reward a hundred taels of gold. “

Sima Xianglu thought about Wang Bo's talent, how many can have it now, forget it, I'll find a place to rest.

So, Xiang Lu left the boiling crowd and prepared to find a dilapidated temple to perch for a few nights.

Xiang Lu lit a pile of firewood, looking at the blazing firelight, he couldn't help but sigh, and then looked outside, the autumn color was depressed, a sadness, plus he didn't have a quilt, the night was deep, and he shivered from the cold.

"Hey, fate!" Xiang Lu took a charred wooden stick, Wenxing was furious, and wrote on the wall of the ruined temple:

Yu Du loves the blue water of autumn, and it is quiet. Yu Du loves the cool breeze of autumn with chills, and the resentment of falling. Yu love, the loneliness of the autumn future, more love, my heart is pious.

Looking at it, the mountains and trees are withered and the wind is rolling, and the red is full of vicissitudes and the blue of the sky. Looking at it, the weeds are covered by frost, and the yellow pole is sad along the river. Looking at it, the joy of being near and far, and the rest of it, thinking about it.

The words of Xu Shao are full of autumn winds, and the white clothes are fluttering on the banks of the long river. Counting the elegance of a hundred years, the warriors are unparalleled today and before.

The unlucky man Sima Xianglu stayed.

What a bleak autumn scene, the dividing line from the south to the north. After Xiang Lu finished writing, he put down his stick, leaned on the broken chair by the fire, and fell asleep.

The next day, Xiang Lu woke up from freezing, and he wanted to hurry up and rush to Chang'an City before winter really came. So Xiang Lu hurriedly got up and walked towards the north gate.

Out of the north gate, Xiang Lu was ready to stop a donkey cart that was going to Chang'an for delivery, and looked back as he walked.

"Stop, the one who just registered out of town."

Xiang Lu saw that the officers and soldiers guarding the city were chasing him, and he was quickly frightened into the six gods, thinking that he had not committed any crime.

The officers and soldiers hurriedly caught up, panting and said, "Is it Sima Xianglu?" ”

"It's a villain, two officials, the villain didn't commit a crime?"

"It's not to arrest you, the prince is invited."

Sima Xianglu looked confused, and was dragged to the palace in the city by two officers and soldiers.

When Xiang Lu arrived at the palace, he saw a bearded man in his sixties sitting in the hall, reading a piece of paper.

"Lord Wang, people brought it."

The old prince raised his head, looked at it, and felt that Xiang Lu was really a young talent, with an extraordinary appearance, and his temperament was not the same as everyone else.

"Did you write the Chinese chapter of the Nancheng Abandoned Temple?"

"It's... Villain. ”

"Come, sit down, the old man can be regarded as having found a soulmate."

Xiang Lu sat on the chair below with the king's direction.

"My housekeeper entered the ruined temple in a hurry, and when he saw that the article on the wall was good, he copied it back for me, and I ordered the whole city to find you, which can be regarded as a painstaking person."

"Thank you for your love, the villain is just scribbling."

"You don't have to be modest, although you can't compare to Wang Bo, but when it comes to my heart."

Xiang Lu was silent, not daring to ask more.

'I think I once followed the first king (Li Shimin) to fight in all directions, but now I have to be manipulated by the demon queen (Wu Zetian), it is really 'a hundred years of wind and beauty, and the warriors are unparalleled today and before', I was exiled here by Queen Wu on the grounds of recuperation, the eldest grandson Wuji was unjustly killed, and Sima Yu was even more killed. I'm really sorry for Sima Yu, he is my most proud protégé. ”

Old Prince Li shed tears as he spoke, and then looked at the stunned Sima Xianglu and said, "This king has talked too much and forgot to get down to business." This king has always said that there are no two, come and give Sima Gongzi a hundred taels of gold. ”

At this time, the maid brought a large box, and when she opened it, she saw that it was a few hundred taels of gold. Xiang Lu was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and thought: With so much gold, he is too unsafe.

"That's it, thank you."

"Whether Sima Gongzi wants to travel far away, I will send someone to protect you."

Sima Xianglu thought to himself: With so much gold, I have to go back to Chengdu to buy my mother's house back, and then overhaul my mother's grave.

So, he bid farewell to the old prince, bought a carriage, disguised the remaining gold, and drove back.