"How do you know?" The cough subsided slightly, Wu Gongzi put away the tender yellow handkerchief and asked, seemingly more interested in Zhilan.

"As I said, you're a friend of mine," Zhilan smiled.

"What else do your friends like?" , is curiosity a common problem for men?

"He likes to eat green fruits. Zhilan is full of confidence.

"Qingguo? , Wu Gongzi's question made Zhilan also have questions: Could it be that the hobbies are not the same?

"Such a large fruit, turquoise, astringent at first eating, after chewing for a long time, sweet and delicious, with an endless aftertaste. Zhilan said as he gestured.

Wu Gongzi and the little scholar glanced at each other. The little scholar went to the package to get a bag of things, and when he opened it, it was not a green fruit or something?

"That's it," Zhilan smiled.

"This is the fruit of the war, my specialty of Soochow. Yes, this son is also my favorite food. Well, Qingguo, it's very good, and it's the same as the name of this son. Yun'er, we will call it Qingguo in the future. "

"Yes," replied the boy. Zhilan had a feeling just now, and when she looked at the scholar again, she felt that this scholar seemed to be familiar, but she couldn't remember who she looked like.

"Zhuang Gongzi, can I go and meet your friend?" , Wu Qing was surprised when he heard what Zhilan said, and he really wanted to meet this man who was quite similar to himself.

"This, I'm afraid it's more difficult. "It's so lively, people want to meet, and Zhilan is a little bit unwilling.

"Why is that?"

"Oh, my friend, who is not alive yet. Zhilan said.

"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuang. Alas, I didn't have a chance to meet this son. Wu Qing obviously didn't pay attention to the word "yet" in Zhilan's words, and said regretfully.

What else can Zhilan do?

There are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, not to mention that it is in a "foreign country" in a sense, and it was already ten o'clock at dusk when these two masters came out of the Qiu Pavilion. Braving the drizzling spring rain, the three of them led two horses to the door of the inn.

"Wu Gongzi, you and I hit it off at first sight. Tonight, we slept and talked all night. Zhilan is kindly invited.

"Okay", Wu Gongzi replied immediately without thinking about it.

"Childe", the little scholar standing next to him suddenly spoke.

"Ah, how can this boy let this scholar get used to serving, and he needs to be in the same room with this scholar every night", looking at the scholar who seemed to be quite vigilant, Wu Gongzi seemed to have changed his mind, and was about to say something more, but he heard Zhilan interject:

"It's fine, why not the three of us in the same bed?"

If you drink too much wine, your face will turn red easily. Zhilan saw that a red cloud was on Wu Qing's cheeks, which was very good-looking. The strange thing is that the little scholar next to him also blushed.

"Zhuang Gongzi, you and I have drunk a lot of wine today, so it's better to talk tomorrow. Didn't we already make an appointment to visit Guiling together tomorrow?"

Zhilan next door has entered the dream, and at this time, only Wu Qing and the scholar are left in the guest room.

Looking at the eldest prince Wu who was lazily lying on the bed, the scholar opened his bags and said:

"Childe, let's get out of here tomorrow. I always think that Zhuang Gongzi speaks strangely, and he knows a lot of things about you.

The rivers and lakes are dangerous, people's hearts are unpredictable, who knows what the origin of that Zhuang Gongzi is, here is the intersection of Sanwu, mixed fish and dragons, we still have to watch out for some. Childe Childe?"

Where is there a voice, that son has already entered the dream. In her dreams, will she dream of some strange scenes, will she be galloping along the shore of the West Lake with the strange horse of the Zhuang Gongzi?

Slept well and the weather was good. The two masters actually got up very early, and after breakfast, the three of them left the inn and walked slowly along the lake in the direction of Guiling.

The rain stopped last night, at this time by the West Lake, refreshing and bright, the green willows in the morning light, like a thin smoke screen, and two funny yellow orioles stopped on the treetops, singing tactfully, it is very good. In the distance, a few boats that had risen early to sail away pulled their sails and drifted away, and above the boat, a row of egrets flew towards the clear sky

This scene can be entered into poetry, and it has been passed down for thousands of years.

Zhilan has been in the steel building since he was a child, and he was suffocated in the sea of crowds, and he was drunk when he saw this scene. Wu Gongzi has also lived in the deep courtyard of the mansion since he was a child, and he was very happy to get out of the cage, and the two of them had a strong swimming nature, so they chose the inaccessible road to climb to the Guiling.

It's halfway up the mountain, and it's sparsely populated. If it is sparsely populated, it is easy to run into robbers. As a result, several black-clothed people appeared in front of the three of them, and the black-clothed people were still masked, and the cold light in their hands was a knife.

I didn't shout that I drove this mountain, and a few masked people took shelter on it. Obviously, this is not for money, but for death!

"Wu Gongzi, I have always had a question. Zhilan asked Wu Qing next to her with a smile behind her back hand.

"Zhuang Gongzi, please speak. Wu Qing said.

"Why did you smile so happily when you first saw me yesterday?"

"Ha, it's funny when I think about it now. Wu Qing smiled happily again like last night.

Yes, after the two masters met Qiang Liang, they were still talking and laughing there. Because, not only Wu Gongzi, but even Zhilan could see that the little scholar who was fighting with the man in black was obviously not an ordinary master. With a gesture, a few people in black were pressed so that they didn't care about attacking these two sons.

Looking at a few black-clothed people who were still fighting fiercely, Wu Qing said with a smile:

"Zhuang Gongzi must have traveled the rivers and lakes for a long time, but why don't you even know the minimum etiquette of the rivers and lakes?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"Of course. Jianghu people hold their fists and salute, when one hand is a fist, and the other hand is stretched out as a palm, just like this. Wu Qing clenched his fists and demonstrated.

"And you, one hand is for the fist, and the other hand is wrapped in the fist, where is this still the meeting of the rivers and lakes, it is clearly the greedy husband who begged the pretty lady to spend a good night together. Speaking of which, Wu Qing's pretty face turned red again.

When Zhilan heard this, he understood that he had made a big fool of himself in the middle of the house yesterday, and he was about to say something to save face, when he suddenly felt chills all over his body, because, somehow, he felt a great threat and was approaching!

"Beware!" Zhilan shouted