"It's useless to be early, it's just hungry."

When Yi Yu heard Li Tai say this, he heard the casual words of Chang Sun Xi, who was downstairs just now, frowned, and this subtle expression was seen by him, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Yu Yu shook her head, signaling that she was fine, she cared about something else than earlier, she just had to think about how to speak.

She vacated the bookcase and laid out two pieces of white paper, opened the food box, took out two porcelain bowls, one large and one small, and put them on, the big one contained half a bowl of white and fine rice skin, and the small bowl contained cut cucumber shreds, bamboo shoots and gluten, and after mixing the two together, she took a few bottles containing condiments such as salt water and vinegar, added them to them, and stirred them carefully with a silver chopstick, and said loudly:

"Kun Yuanlu, who is it written for?"

"Huh?" Li Tai didn't know why she suddenly said this.

Yi Yu's hand movements did not stop, looking down at the tempting white and emerald in the bowl, and his tone casually seemed to be saying homely:

"You see, I'm in Chang'an now, but I'm a person from Shuzhong, and the people who are compiling the manuscript downstairs may be from Gaozhou, from Xuzhou, or from Victoria, we are all people of the Tang Dynasty, but we still have our own hometown, when there is such a book, which records the land of the Tang Dynasty, records our hometown, from their names, geographical prestige, and inheritance, to every dynasty and every historical event they have experienced, these let us see our hometown clearly, but——"

She paused, and raised her head, telling him to see the hope in her eyes:

"Through this book, what we want to see is not only our own hometown, but also other people's hometown, if there is something special missing in it, then when we read other people's hometown, it is just a sentence, a text, cold, and even many times we can't imagine what they look like, then you know, is this because there is something missing?"

Li Tai didn't answer, he looked at her quietly, and his cold eyes were led to an inexplicable brilliance, as if encouraging her to continue.

"It's emotion," Yi Yu said seriously, "It's the emotion of the hometown people, these emotions can be ballads, folk songs, or myths and legends, as you just said, "Kun Yuanlu" is not "Book of Songs", but "Kun Yuanlu" is written for people all over the world, not just Chang'an people, Shuzhong people, or Xuzhou people, don't you want to wait until thousands of years later, when people read it again, what they see will be the entire Tang Dynasty. ”

Li Tai stared closely at the hope shining in her eyes, his expression was already moved, and he was about to open his mouth to answer, but an abrupt applause suddenly sounded from the side, breaking the flowing and wonderful atmosphere between the two.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Yi Yu and Li Tai turned their heads at the same time, looking at the person standing at the top of the stairs in the distance, the young man in the ink shirt who was still slapping hard, Yi Yu didn't recognize it, but standing behind him, a handsome man in a silver robe, looking at her, was Du Ruojin, right?

"Miss Lu said well," the young man clapped his face and strode up, his eyes lit up, and he said to Yu Yu incoherently, "Add emotion to a book, so that people who read it can see more, no wonder I always feel that when editing the manuscript, something is missing, isn't it emotion." "Kun Yuanlu" is not one of those works that is put in the secret building and locked up for 'worship' after it is written, this is written for the people of the world to see, for the people of the world to see haha"

"I don't know who this is?"

Yi Yu stood up, Li Tai's eyes at the moment were enough to make people's hearts furious, but this young man could be completely fine, after laughing, he touched the back of his head, and said to Yi Yu:

"Miss Lu doesn't recognize me, my surname is Qi, Qi Zheng, I am a junior scholar in this literature museum, and I have admired Miss Lu for a long time."

Yi Yu was amused in her heart, what admiration she said, as soon as she heard it, she knew that it was an exaggerated polite remark, she nodded, "Master Qi," and smiled at Du Ruojin again, and said:

"Master Du, don't come unharmed."

Lord Du, she called him Lord Du, Du Ruojin felt a faint loss in her heart, and still showed a warm smile.

I haven't seen him for two years, the personable good boy at the beginning, the charm has become more and more gentle, no wonder it will be remembered by Han Shiyu's little girl, and now as the youngest prince in Chang'an City, and everyone in the painting world who is difficult to buy a work for a thousand dollars, what is even more rare is that Yu Yu heard from Cheng Xiaofeng's mouth that Du Ruojin has not yet married, isn't this clear that he is the second golden bachelor in Chang'an City, well, in a few months, when Li Tai marries her, he must be the first.

"Don't come unharmed, Miss Lu."

Du Ruojin's "Miss Lu" was called softly, and the Yu Yu who was thinking strangely did not notice anything unusual, but Li Tai was more sensitive, glanced at Du Ruojin, and said loudly:

"I don't know what Lord Du has to do when he comes to the Literature Museum."

"Oh, oh," Qi Zheng bowed to Li Tai in hindsight, "Your Highness, it was Zheng who met Master Du in the restaurant and brought him here, didn't you mention last time, do you want to add a few pictures to try it, Zheng cheekily invited Lord Du over."

"Exactly." Du Ruojin glanced at the jade again, and said, "I heard Miss Lu's words just now, and suddenly I felt that if His Royal Highness has this intention, Du is willing to paint on his behalf." ”

Is this the illustration she mentioned to him a year ago? Yi Yu turned his head to look at Li Tai in surprise, and got confirmation from his expressionless face, and his mood became delicate, it turned out that this man who was full of self in some aspects still listened to her words.

With Du Ruojin's help, of course, it is the best, Li Tai just noticed that his intention would not be happy, but he did not let go of this idea of labor, after a simple exchange, he found a stack of manuscripts from the ground for him and Qi Zheng to ponder, and then took the big bowl of cold skin mixed with the jade, picked up the silver head, picked up one, and slowly put it into his mouth, the sour, salty and refreshing taste made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

"What's it called?"

Yi Yu sat down opposite him again and explained: "This is the skin that my mother and I steamed with rice flour, called Liangpi, mixed with bamboo shoots and cucumbers, and occasionally eaten to strengthen the spleen." ”

When the two were away, they both understood each other's living habits, and Yu Yu knew that Li Tai was lacking in spring, especially in the days when the morning was cold and hot in the afternoon, and he had no appetite for food at all.

"It tastes good." Li Tai lowered his head, ignoring the presence of subordinates and outsiders on the side, under the gaze of Yi Yu, he seriously took a bite of this simple food that was completely out of his identity, just like when they were outside, as long as she made it, he would eat it quietly.

Du Ruojin listened to Qi Zheng's gesture, and the afterglow fell on the pair of men and women sitting opposite each other on both sides of the bookcase, and suddenly remembered the night of the Shangyuan Festival two years ago, in that small teahouse, they held hands and left in front of him.

The day after the eldest grandson Xi and Li Tai argued about the folk word minor, the scholars who were busy in the big library were informed by the secretary Lang Xiao Deyan that they were asked to select the folk words and myths of various places and compile them into the local chronicles.

After receiving this news, half of the young scholars stopped what they were doing and went to talk to Changsun Xi, who was reading a book in a corner of the hall.

"Third Miss, I knew that His Highness would definitely change his mind."

"Yes, thanks to the persuasion of the third lady, otherwise the things we have worked so hard to collect will be wasted."

......

As long as the scholars who have been in the literature museum for a year and a half, they all know the temper of the king of Wei, it is a master who says what he says, and he does not want him to change his mind at all when he has already decided, so the person who can convince the king of Wei, whether he is male or female, or young or not, is naturally admirable.

Xiao Deyan stood at the door and smiled at the people around him:

"Lord Qi, we should really come to hear yesterday how our good-tempered highness was persuaded."

Qi Zheng touched his nose and saw that Changsun Xi was calmly responding to the praise of a group of people, and said in an ominous voice:

"I'm afraid that what you see is not what you want to see."

When he said this, he couldn't help but recall that yesterday, on the top floor full of echoes, he heard the young lady's words, and his excitement was unbearable—

Don't you hope that thousands of years later, when people read it again, what they see will be the entire Tang Dynasty?

He didn't know what the third lady of the beauty argued with King Wei, but as long as he was a man with ambitions in his heart, how could he not be proud of that young lady's words, let alone the man who was secretly ambitious

Here, Changsun Xi politely responded to the crowd who came forward to speak, and Yu Guang glanced at the figure standing at the entrance of the second staircase, turned his face, nodded with a smile, and raised his delicate chin slightly.

Yi Yu received the smile of Changsun Xi, and his fingertips swiped a few more times on the armrest, and he also smiled back, turned around and walked upstairs.

The tricks between women often start inadvertently and end inadvertently, it sometimes doesn't matter who wins and who loses, the important thing is that she knows her ultimate goal, whether it is for some people or for one person.

At the same time, in the streets and alleys of the Eastern Metropolis, many children were playing, chasing back and forth, laughing, clapping, and singing catchy children's songs:

"First-class peony, third-class chrysanthemum, but compared the princess to the grass, angered the daughter surnamed Lu, broke the ghost trick, the name is true, the evaluation is false, for the sake of profit and reputation, no one can match the cheekiness, what an eldest granddaughter-in-law"

On the other hand, several carriages that set off from Chang'an City in the early morning drove to the gate of Puzhen Garden in Longquan Town, and the Lu family, who was about to go out with Mrs. Zhou to look for goldsmiths in Beijing, was stopped.

"Excuse me, is the house the second lady of the Lu family?"

(Well, this chapter is also the day before yesterday) ()