When Xiang Lu and his party walked to Hanzhong City, they deliberately went to enjoy the autumn building.

Wen Jun saw that the scenery in Hanzhong was beautiful, the Han River was vast and atmospheric, and she saw Xiang Lu article next to the autumn building.

"This article is worth a few hundred taels of gold, how is it possible?" Wen Jun was skeptical.

"Madam, the old prince felt that the last two sentences said his situation, so he called Lu Tou's name."

"Shi Wushuang is here and now, and his husband's ideal is really ambitious."

"Ma'am, it's too much. Although Xiang Lu has the ambition to serve the country, he has no stage to serve the country, just a few complaints. ”

"Husband, it's better to let your uncle take care of you and get an official position."

"Madam, life and death are rich and noble, don't force it, not to mention that we have no worries about food and clothing now, why do we have to make a false name."

"I listen to my husband." Wen Jun smiled.

Suddenly, a hearty voice came from behind, "Sima Gongzi, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Xiang Lu turned his head and saluted, "See the prince in the evening." ”

"Be polite with me, come, come and stay in my house for a while."

"It's inconvenient to disturb the prince."

The old prince saw that the woman next to him was close to Xiang Lu, so he said, "Is this your wife?" ”

"It's a late-born wife, Zhuo Wenjun."

"A good couple, go, all to my house."

"Late life has to go tomorrow."

Wen Jun was almost sour to death by Xiang Lu's words, and said: "What is the late life, I want to be a guest at the prince's mansion, and I will leave tomorrow." ”

Xiang Lu was stunned and didn't dare to answer.

When the old prince saw it, he immediately liked Wen Jun very much, and said: "Look at this little girl, she really matches the old man's temper." You say you scholars are pedantic. ”

Xiang Lu had to go back to the house with the old prince, Wen Jun was not restrained, talking and laughing, the old prince liked it to death.

In the palace, the old prince said: "Girl, why do you like this elm pimple?" ”

Wen Jun said shyly: "The prince looks at him, but the little woman doesn't look at him." ”

"And what is he? Iron scales. ”

"The little woman thinks that her husband is a piece of jade, white and flawless, warm and lovely, but it is opaque, so many words are not easy to say directly, and others say that he has elm pimples."

"You girl, I see that the elm pimples in my lover's eyes are all jade."

After speaking, the two entered the house with a smile, and Xiang Lu in the back looked embarrassed.

In the evening, the prince set up a feast to entertain, and felt a little stuffy during the banquet, so he wanted to find someone to play the piano and sing songs to enjoy the atmosphere.

"Lord Wang, why bother with villains, the little girl can play the pipa since she was a child, and her husband can sing, so the two of us can give you an old performance to entertain you."

When the old prince heard this, he touched his white beard and was so happy.

Seeing this, Xiang Lu couldn't excuse himself, so he had to cooperate with Wen Jun.

The jade plate beads fell, and the sound was mellow and slow. The sound moves mortally, and it is as subtle as a fairy. Like the leisurely wind of the valley, like the sound of the breaking of the glacier. The night is quiet and the pipa has words, and the voice is affectionate to whom.

Xiang Lu didn't know that Wenjun was really so proficient in the pipa, he was taken aback, and listening to his voice, Xiang Lu understood the affection. Then he improvised the lyrics and sang:

On the other side, the gentleman is in front of him. There is snow white, plain clothes and cold.

Welcome the beautiful people, how high is my city. My affection is older than the sky.

When Wen Jun heard it, her face turned red, and the sound of the pipa became even more lingering.

After the song, the old prince laughed: "Girl, I think you and Xiang Lu are put in the alchemy furnace and refined into one, you two really tired me of being a person who is about to enter the loess." ”

"Lord Wang, don't make fun of me." Wen Jun blushed with shame.

Xiang Lu stood dumbfounded, expressing his gratitude.

The old prince took a look and said to Wen Jun: "I said it was an iron scale, but you still don't believe it, girl." ”

Wen Jun sat down in front of the old prince and whispered a few words in his ear.

The old prince immediately stopped laughing, looked at Xiang Lu, and the old tears were in tears, thinking: No wonder it is so similar, it is the same as his old son, but his character is first-class. Sima Yu is such a son, saying that he can't let others harm him, and I have to protect him in the future.