"Miss, Zhaojia Village in Liuqing Lane is not far from the town, just walk a little further." It was too ostentatious, and Qing Qian gave the groom the silver for tea and asked him to wait in the town.

It has to be said that compared with a series of pollution problems such as modern smog, exhaust noise, etc., the environment in ancient times was simply picturesque. Some time ago, when he was in Yanyang, he only felt bustling and noisy, but now when he arrived in Anyun Town, where the water is soft and the mountains are warm, Su Baiqiu was suddenly refreshed.

When you enter the eye, you can see the beautiful scenery of the singing warbler and the swallow dance, and listen to the wind and water leisurely. Along the way, there are taverns wafting out the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, mixed with the shouts of the rouge vendors on the street, what a picture of the opening of the sky!

"Qingqian, Mama Li is now old, right?" Su Baiqiu looked left and right to admire the good scenery and good things.

"Miss Hui, Mama Li was about thirty-five or sixteen years old when she left the house, and you were only eight years old at that time, so you should be more than forty now." Qing Qian recalled seriously.

More than forty? is still so young, Su Baiqiu is upset for Mama Li in her heart, and she is called an old woman at the age of forty? However, is his mother Ming Xinlan younger? The fast and short thoughts in Bai Qiu's mind had disappeared into the misty smoke and rain before he could catch them.

"The clouds are light and the wind is light near noon, and the flowers and willows pass the front river. When people don't know how to be happy, they will be called idle teenagers. He groaned with his back hand, in a good mood. At this moment, Su Baiqiu felt that this poem was just right.

Unexpectedly, Qingqian frowned and asked in a bad atmosphere: "Miss, you are already young, why are you a teenager?" ”

This is a poem by Cheng Hao, style, do you understand? Do you understand? Go back and read more books. Su Baiqiu was a little annoyed and angry, it seems that this vassal and elegant thing will have to be done less in the future.

The original owner was a well-known talented woman, who stepped into the green at the age of thirteen and moved the capital with a poem. But God is jealous of talents! Let herself, a female man who only reads newspapers when she reads and only writes about target tasks, replace her. Memory is the remnants of some of the Four Books and Five Classics, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, but it will take some time to make up for it. Alas! Brain pain!

After walking forward for half an hour, An Yunzhen had been left far behind. As far as the eye can see, there are groups of farmhouse fences in the vertical and horizontal fields, chickens and dogs jumping, phew! It is the rooster chirping, the dog barking, the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers. There are several chimneys with cooking smoke rising from the smoke, straight into the long sky, it is a good place to hide from the world and live and work in peace and contentment.

Mama Li's residence in this place should be considered stable and quiet.

"Miss, you rest for a while, and the slave maid will go and inquire." The young lady who shows up and asks for directions can't do it, and she has to leave when she lifts the corner of her skirt.

But Su Baiqiu didn't think so, it was rare to really get in touch with the countryside depicted by Tao Yuanming in "Returning to the Garden", and it would be a pity if he didn't take a stroll in such a picturesque paradise.

Therefore, he resolutely stretched out his hand to stop Qing Qian's leaning forward: "No need, Miss Ben will go with you." Tuck the square handkerchief into the sleeve and neatly pick up the long skirt.

The skirt or something was just too troublesome, so I simply bent down and tied a knot. Stepping on the silk watch shoes embroidered with small lotus lotus flowers newly bought yesterday, and suddenly submerged into the shallow grass with some greenery, the two servants walked along the dirt road to the entrance of the village one after the other.

"Miss, slow down."

"Miss, there is a silk vine, don't trip you."

"Miss, let's let the slave and maid hold on."

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