As soon as the words fell, several big men stepped forward to snatch the books that the vendor was selling, and there was chaos for a while.

"What is this?"

Seeing Qing Tanzhi's question, Dian Cui hurriedly said.

"The six princes read poetry and books, and often wrote poetry autobiographies, which were compiled into a book by those who admired them, and were widely liked by girls."

Nodding, Qing Tanzhi stopped talking, she wanted to see this woman and what she wanted to do.

"Miss Jun, you will be merciful and spare us, our family has old and young, and we rely on my money to make a living, if you take it all and burn it, how can our family live."

In the middle of the dispute, a strong man knelt down, begging with tears on his face.

"What's the matter with me, if I can't live, I can't live, and it's not that my family can't live."

Jun Chacha rolled her eyes and motioned for the people to speed up.

Seeing that the begging could not be achieved, the strong man showed a fierce face, picked up the bamboo pole on the side and rushed over, but the person next to him reacted faster, and a dart was thrown over, and the person died on the spot.

"Hmph, toast and don't eat and drink."

Jun Chacha snorted coldly, and did not show any other expressions because of the death of that big man, as if he was used to seeing it.

"Stop!"

Several men were about to drag the corpse away when a voice interrupted their movements.

As soon as Jun Chacha looked up, he saw Bai Ruoshui, dressed in a white dress, standing not far away.

There is no powder on the face, a pair of willow eyebrows, even if it is angry, it makes people feel pitiful, a thin waist is wrapped in a ribbon, not a hand, the hair is simply combed back, pinned with a wooden hairpin.

"This young lady, this person has no grievances with you, why did you beat people to death on the street."

The corners of Qingtan's lips not far away hooked, and she looked like a good show, she naturally knew this Bai Ruoshui, but she didn't expect her to have the courage to stand up, worthy of her father's support.

In fact, Bai Ruoshui didn't plan to stand up at the beginning, as the saying goes, more things are better than less, but she can't stand the blatant murder on the street.

"Who are you? What's the matter with you, I advise you not to be ignorant. ”

"I'm just a passerby."

Bai Ruoshui looked directly into Jun Chacha's eyes, neither humble nor arrogant.

Jun Chacha frowned, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "You are the woman who won the first prize in the poetry meeting that day?" ”

Bai Ruoshui nodded his head and turned to say.

"This young lady, I don't know where these vendors provoked you, and I need you to make such a big move."

Jealousy flashed in Jun Chacha's eyes and took a step forward.

"Did you get Brother Qing's attention?"

Bai Ruoshui pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Please don't talk nonsense, I and Qing Gongzi are just friends in general poetry."

"Hehe, rouge vulgar powder!"

Bai Ruoshui was not annoyed when he heard this, nodded his head, and motioned to the two family members behind him to lift the body of the strong man.

"Bad luck."

Jun Chacha took a sip and watched Bai Ruoshui and his party leave.

The street is quiet again, and Qing Tanzhi stands not far away, the corners of his lips are slightly hooked, and the enemy of his enemy is his friend.

Seeing that the books were burned clean, Jun Chacha clapped her hands with satisfaction, and as soon as she turned around, a woman came in front of her.

"Little girl Qing Tanzhi, I've seen Miss Jun."

"Who are you?"

Seeing that Qingtan's life is good-looking, Jun Chacha's tone is a little poor.

"I am, the enemy of Bai Ruoshui."

The corners of the green sandalwood lips hooked an arc.

"What's my business?"

Jun Chacha glared at her, and she was about to go home.

"Wait!"

Qing Tanzhi hurriedly shouted, and hurriedly said, "Miss Jun, don't you want to deal with Bai Ruoshui, she has stolen the attention of the six princes." ”

Jun Chacha hesitated for a moment, and then said.

"My brother Qing won't take a fancy to her, but it's just a whim."

After saying this, without waiting for Qing Tanzhi's other reactions, he turned around and strode away.

Looking at Jun Chacha's back, Qing Tanzhi tightened his hands, this feeling of snorting everywhere was too uncomfortable.

……

This year's autumn is exceptionally early, and the sun is splashing on the body but there is no warmth.

The leaves were yellow, and the ground was littered with stump branches, and a woman dressed in green swept up the fallen leaves in front of the court.

From time to time, there were bursts of recitation from the room, and the voice was melodious and euphemistic.

"There are branches to support the night moon, and there are no leaves to raise the autumn wind."

A woman in a green shirt leaned against the door frame, holding a scroll in her right hand, her black hair scattered behind her.

Staring at the scroll in his hand, he nodded in agreement from time to time.

"Mademoiselle, Madame is back."

Bai Ruoshui's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly put down the scroll in his hand, then lifted his skirt and ran towards the door.

A few days ago, Bai Ruoshui's mother, Zhang, went to the temple to eat fasting and recite the Buddha for a while.

"Mother."

The old woman in a purple skirt affectionately held Bai Ruoshui's hand, took out a peace charm from her arms, and put it in her hand.

"Ru Ru, this peace charm was specially asked for by your mother, you have to take care of it."

The day before the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Bai Ruoshui took the maid who traveled with him to the clothes shop on the street, and asked the tailor to make a new set of clothes, a white water-sleeved long skirt, which was personally customized for the appointment of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

The night was thick, and Bai Ruoshui slowly fell asleep with a worried heart.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, it was drizzling and there was a fluffy drizzle in the air. Many good family members hold floral umbrellas in their hands and shuttle among pedestrians.

Bai Ruoshui wore a white water-sleeved long skirt, walked on the street, and whispered an oil-paper umbrella on Bai Ruoshui's head.

The two walked up the long bluestone steps and climbed a small stone bridge with water and a boat on the water.

A few steps further is the water pavilion where the two meet.

This water pavilion is a place where literati like to stay, boring and boring, and the aristocratic ladies and sons of ordinary families naturally do not like to stay in this time.

But the six princes, who prefer poetry and books, go to the most frequent place is this water pavilion attic.

Whispered to shake off the rain on the umbrella and collected the umbrella.

Close to the outside of the house.

"Miss, the slave can wait here."

Whispering pauses.

Bai Ruoshui nodded, took the shawl from Whisper's hand, and slowly walked towards the room.

With a "squeak", Bai Ruoshui gently pushed open the door and walked into the house.

A screen was split in two, and a man's slightly magnetic voice came from behind the screen.

"The person who came is Miss Bai, Bai Ruoshui."

She couldn't see anyone, only a slender figure.

"The little girl is indeed Bai Ruoshui, please say hello to His Royal Highness Six."

Bai Ruoshui cleared his throat and said with a slight salute.

"No courtesy, Miss Bai, please come and sit."

Bypassing the screen, a man in a pale blue robe smiled at her and pointed to the chair beside him.

He was the only one in the room, not even a retinue.

Bai Ruoshui sat down slowly on the chair, slightly restrained.

The tea smoke is curling and the fragrance is rich.

On the table were neatly placed scrolls, which were somewhat damaged, and there were pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Tick – beads of water on the eaves.

I sat there for a long time without speaking.

Bai Ruoshui covered her somewhat sore waist and didn't dare to speak.

Xiao Jingqing slowly spread out a blank piece of rice paper, dipped his pen in ink, and slowly wrote down a line of words: The thin shadow pities himself in the autumn water, and he must pity me and I pity.

Bai Ruoshui was a little surprised, and her eyes were full of appreciation.

It is like a shocking dragon, and it is staggered, not only learning a good poem, but also writing a good hand.

smiled slightly, and praised: "Your Highness, this little seal is very well written!" ”

Xiao Jingqing was quite surprised, put down the pen in his hand, and raised his eyes to look at her.

"Miss Bai understands this too."

"The little girl is not talented, and when she was young, she studied with her mother."

"Miss Bai is talented and intelligent, and she is a good poem, but the young ladies of others are incomparable."

"His Royal Highness has a good reputation, and the little girl only knows a little bit about it."

Xiao Jingqing smiled, slowly stood up, and said nothing.

Under Bai Ruoshui's puzzlement, he walked straight to the cabinet on the other side, and turned out a black box from it.

It looked like it had been around for some years, and it was covered with dust, Xiao Jingqing gently wiped the dust with his sleeve, and his eyes were full of cherishing eyes.

He walked towards Bai Ruoshui with the box, put it in front of her, and slowly opened it.

Looking at Xiao Jingqing's cherished appearance, Bai Ruoshui thought it was something precious, but when he opened it, he only saw a thick stack of poetry books.

But Xiao Jingqing was different, he took out the stack of poetry books and regarded them as treasures.

Bai Ruoshui noticed that every line of poems written in the Taoist poetry book was empty, although it was already a year, the handwriting was still clear and legible.

Although it is written with the same small seal, this font is obviously much more beautiful, not like a man's technique, but like a woman's doing.

Seeing that Xiao Jingqing attached so much importance to this, he had mixed feelings for a while, and couldn't help but ask what was in his heart.

"Sixth Highness, what is this?"

"It's something left by my mother."

The voice was flat, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

This reminded Bai Ruoshui of the story Gu Nuan told her that day.

Xiao Qingjing is actually a poor person, his mother died of a violent illness when he was seven years old, and it was snowing heavily on the day he died, Xiao Qingjing, who was only seven years old, cried by her bedside and had red eyes, but she was the one who couldn't keep her.

Xiao Jingqing likes to read poetry books, most of the reason is from his mother, although her mother has an ordinary family background, but she is also a scholar, and has learned hundreds of poems and books since childhood.

Influenced by his mother, Xiao Jingqing has been interested in books since he was a child.

Because of the reputation of the prodigy, the people in the palace respected him very much, and after the death of his mother, he did not suffer any humiliation.

"Do you know why I hold a poetry contest every year."

Xiao Jingqing stared at the book and suddenly asked.

Bai Ruoshui was slightly stunned, and slowly spoke: "Isn't Your Highness looking for good talents?" ”

In fact, Bai Ruoshui is not the first person to meet him, after every poetry conference held, the winner will be invited by Xiao Jingqing, as for the content of the conversation between the two, Bai Ruoshui is unknown.

Xiao Jingqing was surprised and said: "What Miss Bai said is true, but it is only half right, I am indeed looking for good talents, but it is only to make up for these poems." ”