At the border, the land that had rested all winter finally saw the sun again, and the moisturized land became dark and swarthy again, ready for the sowing of the new year. And on the ridge of the land, there is an unknown field of green grass and wildflowers.

Ah Ming rode away, taking Lin Zhongchao's letter to Zhou Zhengzheng with him.

Lin Zhongchao was drinking tea alone.

I never thought that this tea would enter the internal organs, and it could also choke Lin Zhongchao's whole body.

In fact, Lin Zhongchao has been in a coma lately and can't sleep.

The toxicity had already attacked, and Lin Zhongchao knew that his time was running out.

That's why I wrote a letter to Zhou Zhengzheng and asked Ah Ming to send it in person.

Lin Zhongchao stayed in Beidi with the heart of death.

Even if he wins, Lin Zhongchao can't live.

Therefore, it is enough for him to bear this kind of suffering alone, so why let Amin watch him die?

Ah Ming has been with him all his life, and in Lin Zhongchao's last moments, he can't help but think about it.

"Zheng, I hope you can forgive me." Facing the sky, Lin Zhongchao said deeply, "I didn't mean to break my word, it is, the sky is not a holiday." If there is an afterlife, I hope ......"

However, when the words came to his lips, he couldn't go on. What to hope for? Want to meet again and experience the pain of not being able to stay together again? Or do you want to never see each other again, and each other is the stranger you know best?

I don't want to, so what can I do in the next life?

Lin Zhongchao smiled bitterly, took out the clothes, purse, and helmet cover that Zhou Zhengzheng made for him, and looked at them as carefully as possible, until he saw that his eyes were leaking.

The Great Ming Dynasty.

"Your Highness Eleven, where is this table?" A servant gasped, with a round table on his shoulder.

The round table is not big, so it can only sit one person, but this round table was prepared by Lin Lao for himself, and he is used to sitting and writing poems, and now that he is in class, Lin Lao is still used to sitting.

Only by sitting can Lin Lone's talent be maximized, just like some people can only write poems after drinking.

The round table is very chic, with four coiled dragons carved in relief at the four corners, which are different in shape, but lifelike.

"At the top, right in the middle." Lin Lao pointed to the specific location, and said, "After it is arranged, put the paper inkstone I used on it as well." ”

"Yes."

After being redecorated, the poetry club has become brighter, and all the tables and chairs have been replaced.

This is a point that Lin Lao values very much.

In Lin Lao's view, you can order whatever you eat and dress simply, but you can't be sloppy in reading and writing poetry.

Because Lin Lone's poems are very famous, some large families in the neighborhood are also willing to send their children to study.

Lin Lao is also very willing, and finally he can do what he likes without having to bear the title of His Highness Eleven.

According to Lin Lone's temperament, even if he has no money to make, he is happy.

"Good morning, Master!"

"Hello."

Lin Lao stood at the door of the poetry club and personally greeted every child who came to study.

See the children! The smile on their faces, Lin Liao also felt free and happy from the bottom of his heart.

Although Lin Lao does not greet the children in person every day, as long as he is free, Lin Lao will almost do this.

In Lin Lao's view, this may be the happiest thing besides writing poetry.

"Your Highness Eleven, the time has come." The servant stood in the doorway, bowing his head and reminding.

"Got it, you go down."

Before each class, Lin Lao had to bathe and change his clothes once. When he was in the palace before, Lin Lao didn't have such a habit, but now, he is becoming more and more exquisite.

Even the eunuchs who had been following Lin Lao felt that Lin Liao seemed to be a different person now, much more comfortable and happier than when he was in the palace before.

Under a bamboo forest, the classroom of the poetry club is full of vitality, and on the walls on both sides, there are four holes and windows, so that the classroom is also full of the fragrance of the bamboo forest.

On both sides of the entrance, there is also a couplet, which is handwritten by Lin Lone: "It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo." ”

This can be regarded as the truest portrayal of Lin Lao's heart.

"Master, what do you pronounce this word?" A little boy with a ball on his head asked, pointing to a word in the book.

Lin Lao leaned down and said with a smile: "This word is quiet." ”

"What does that mean?" The boy stared at him with a look of ignorance.

"Well, in the dead of night, there is no sound, it is quiet." Lin Liao thought for a moment, and then said slowly.

"Oh, then I see." The boy was very happy, and nodded with a smile.

Because Lin Lone's teaching is very gentle, it is very popular with the children. And after the children take the class seriously, the progress is also very great.

Therefore, soon, the poetry society became famous far and wide.

At this time, some children from poor families who have no money also like to come to the class. Because they didn't pay, the children were hiding outside the windows and eavesdropping.

Lin Lao couldn't bear it, so he simply waived the fees of these people and let them enter the house to study with other children.

"Master, this is for you." Early in the morning, a child carried a bag of things to Lin Lone.

"What is this?" Lin Lao was reading, and after putting down the book, he opened the bag and saw that it was full of eggs, one by one, all with.

"My mother said that you can't let the father and son teach in vain, this is considered the tuition fee for the master." The child spoke very clearly, word by word.

Lin Lao wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. He smiled and said to the child, "Okay, then I'll take it, and you can go back to study." ”

Lin Lao was worried that if he refused, the child would be absent-minded and unable to concentrate on studying, which would harm a child.

After accepting the eggs, Lin Lao did not swallow them alone, but asked his subordinates to cook the eggs and use them as rewards to distribute to the students.

As long as you answer seriously in class or write poems well, you can get an egg.

Every day, Lin Lao immerses himself in this happiness, and at night, in the dead of night, the emotions hidden in his heart will slowly emerge like mushrooms after the rain.

Facing a blank piece of paper, Lin Lao slowly wrote down the three words Zhou Zhengzheng.

Because there are so many of them, they are even better than writing their own names.

After Lin Lao wrote it in Li, he wrote down the name of Zhou Zheng in seal script bit by bit.

Because of the hard writing, Lin Lone's fingers were a little red.

But this is not the most Lin Lao wrote, about Zhou Zheng's Tibetan poems, Lin Lao has written no less than a hundred, each one, Lin Lao wrote it himself, and then used the best silk as the base, and then copied it again, and then carefully put it away.

Lin Lao was waiting for a suitable opportunity to give these poems to Zhou Zheng along with his feelings, but this may only be an impossible thing.

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