When I came to the river, I put the moon like a silver lantern into the river, flowed down the river, and closed my eyes and made a wish like others. Looking around, I saw a few pairs of little lovers who were whispering closely, and I felt that the atmosphere was not right, and said, "Mr. Zizhong, where are we going next?"

"Since I went to the Flower Temple to worship the God of Flowers." Zhao Zizhong said.

The lights were dim along the way, and Zhao Zizhong said: "I didn't know, you are quite talented, and the cold has really picked up a treasure."

Yue Ruyin changed the topic and said, "Why are these men holding a flower?"

Zhao Zizhong smiled and said, "The flowers in the man's hands are their favorites on weekdays. If you meet a girl with the same makeup as this flower, you can give her flowers. The person who gets the flower must not refuse, but also agree to a request from the flower giver. It's not too much to ask. It is nothing more than boating and admiring the moon, chanting poems and painting. Sister Drunken Moon, I didn't spend anything today, you have to agree to my request in a while. ”

It turns out that Zhao Zizhong's heart is this, even if it is not a holiday, as long as it is not a request to kill people and set fire against her conscience, she will not refuse. I think this is also a kind of fun among the literati and scholars, just like the poetry meeting of talented and beautiful people in the capital.

Before they knew it, the two of them had come to the flower temple, where there were more people coming and going, and the fragrance of flowers was even worse. If you look closely, they are all real flowers. Flowers blooming at different times are all gathered together, and the scene is really spectacular.

Zhao Zizhong explained: "These flowers are all transported from all over the country with potted flowers, they are beautiful!"

Yue Ruyin nodded. The way of the two was suddenly stopped by a man, who stopped him, his clothes were loose, and his hair was tied up at will. Holding plum blossoms in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand, he has a somewhat transcendent temperament.

The man said, "Today, I will give a plum blossom to a beauty, and the beauty will have to agree to my request." Fang Cai Xing wrote two lines of poetry, and the last two lines were written by the girl. ”

Thinking of following the customs, Yue Ruyin accepted the plum blossom and said, "Son, please speak."

"When the wine is soaked, the plum blossom soul is in my heart."

Yue Ruyin chuckled, this town is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and she really has a very good appetite for her. After thinking for a while, he said: "The generosity is only for the king, and the wine has been chanted so far!"

"Good poetry! But the girl didn't think it would be better to replace the word 'wine' with 'Du Kang'. ”

Du Kang has been muttering to this day! Sure enough, it's more meaningful. Yue Ruyin has won the championship in the poetry competition in the capital for many years, and she actually met a master in this town, and said happily: "Childe is amazing, I don't know which famous poet Childe is?"

"I can't be called a great poet, I just like to write a few lines of poetry." The man laughed.

"I wonder if the little girl is lucky enough to make friends with her son?" The moon is like a silver road.

Zhao Zizhong's eyes on the side were about to fall, and the little fairy in his mind actually had a good conversation with a strange man, and took the initiative to make friends with others. Immediately covered his aching heart and walked to the temple, to help Ming Han ask for a marriage sign.

"In Xia Meng'an, it is my luck to be able to make friends with the girl!" The so-called confidant is hard to find, and he is still a confidant.

"Poet Meng An?! Changqing layman!! Yue Ruyin was surprised and delighted, took off her mask, and said: "Meng An Gongzi still remembers that on the day of Chaohuan Pavilion, you wrote a poem "Beauty Fu" for me."

In Meng An's eyes, a cold and beautiful face was reflected. Two curved willow eyebrows, eyes and eyes, smart nose and red lips. The flower stickers between the eyebrows add a bit of charm, and they are really as proud and beautiful as this plum blossom.

Meng An also took off his mask, a white and pure appearance, he was indeed a literati, but his temperament was very free. "It turned out to be a drunken moon girl, my luck is also very good! Come and have a trip and make a confidante. Earned! ”

The two began to talk about it, and they expressed their respective views and opinions on celebrities from ancient times to the present, current politics and world affairs. The two have roughly the same views and concepts, and they have the feeling of seeing each other late.

After some talking, Yue Ruyin found that Zhao Zizhong beside her was gone. I was so busy talking to Meng An that I ignored Mr. Zizhong and said, "Meng Anjun, I'll go to my friend first, I'll see you later!"

Meng An nodded.

Looking around in the crowd, I saw a familiar figure standing there under the plum tree next to the temple. Yue Ruyin trotted over, sure that it was Zhao Zizhong, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zizhong, the person who gave me plum blossoms just now is a poet I like very much, named Meng An." I chatted a little more and ignored you. ”

Zhao Zizhong was silent, his eyes were very calm, and under the calm, there seemed to be a trace of anger hidden. Crossing the moon like silver, the diameter is gone. Yue Ruyin was angry and didn't speak, so she lowered her head and followed him, like a child who had done something wrong.