The lotus pond was full of young beauties, they pointed to the large green leaves and frost-like flowers, some were impassioned, improvised a poem, some cocked their orchid fingers, and hummed a little song; Some of them frowned, and they were filled with sorrow.

"Actually, I don't like to enjoy flowers, it's so boring, and I don't know how to write poetry."

Bai Nuo smiled, "I won't either." ”

Li Wenjun looked at those women who were as gentle as water, beautiful and moving, looking at the white jade flawless lotus flowers and wanting to say goodbye, she shook her head, "If you really want me to enjoy the flowers, I may be so bored that I will pick them all, I will go down and swim to pick them." ”

"Poof~" Mu Jingyang smiled, "I can't help it, this water fairy is the national flower of my heavenly spirit, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, since ancient times, it is the favorite of literati and scholars, if there is no holy decree, pick it without authorization, it is regarded as ......"

"I'll just kid, babble." Li Wenjun glanced at him, "Chatter, chatter!" I'll just say that, you've said so much. ”

Mu Jingyang: "......"

"Poof~" Bai Nuo smiled, "You are the second one who is disgusted and talks a lot." ”

Mu Jingyang couldn't laugh or cry, "It's rude." ”

"Come with me, both of you."

They walked along the path on the edge of the lotus pond for a while, came to the edge of Acacia Lake, and picked a boat that could accommodate ten people at a time.

Li Wenjun took the lead in stepping forward, Mu Jingyang silently withdrew the hand he had just stretched out, only to see that she held half of Bai Nuo's body with one hand, and the two of them walked steadily to the small table at the bow of the boat and sat down.

The surface of the lake is sparkling, the moonlight and the light blue water of the evening mist reflect each other, like a beautiful ink painting, it is really "a person swimming in the painting".

The boatman shook the oars, and the woman in a light green streamer gauze skirt on the side held the pipa, looking into the distance with affection, her slender and slender fingers on the strings, gently plucking, making a few crisp and pleasant sounds, like jade beads walking on a plate.

"It's so beautiful!" Bai Nuo exclaimed, "The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed." ”

Mu Jingyang nodded, "The song is beautiful, and the poem is even better." ”

"Don't dare to take credit." Bai Nuo shook his head, "The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is made, from Mr. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing". ”

"Bai Juyi is ......"

"Bai Juyi is a great realist poet, and Wang Wei is a person of the same era, you can read Wang Wei's poems, you shouldn't know Bai Juyi!"

"The little white girl doesn't know that there are many changes when the dynasty changes, and there are very few poems and texts that have been handed down to this day."

"That'...... Du Fu: Do you know? ”

"I don't know."

"Du Fu is eleven years younger than Wang Wei, Bai Juyi is sixty years younger than Du Fu, and when he was born, Wang Wei had already passed away." Bai Nuo looked at Li Wenjun;

"So, the poets after Wang Wei are not recorded here, is this a time and space split during the Tang Dynasty?"

Li Wenjun shrugged, "I don't understand. ”

"Mu Shizi, do you know the Tang Dynasty?"

"I don't know."

"Then how do you know Wang Wei's poems?"

"There was a prince named Murong Xiu in the previous dynasty, who loved to travel all over the world in his life, collected the poems and songs of the people in the world, and passed them on to the school......" Mu Jingyang said eloquently;

"This prince does not seek fame and fortune, does not like glory and wealth, and lives a life of hardship, just to find all kinds of knowledge in the world and benefit the people of Li, and his collection of poems is no less than ......"

Li Wenjun yawned, "You want to talk about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs, right?" ”

She looked disgusted, "Next time, I'll make an appointment to watch the snow, the stars, and the moon." ”

Bai Nuo laughed, and Mu Jingyang was a little embarrassed.

"Is Wang Wei's poems also collected by this prince?"

"Exactly."

"And what happened to him?"

"Nowhere to be found."

Bai Nuo thought thoughtfully, "That...... It has nothing to do with the Tang Dynasty here......"

"Tang Dynasty?" Mu Jingyang shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, even Diluo, Xuanqiu, and Huangqi are ......."

Li Wenjun knocked on the table, "Off topic!" ”

She looked disgusted, "As long as you talk a lot, it's useless to talk about this." ”

Bai Nuo immediately admitted his mistake, "Yes, I digressed, I talked a lot!" ”

"It's rude, talking a lot."

"Why are you in such a hurry to find us? Is there something wrong with the big fat side? ”

Mu Jingyang's expression became solemn, and he glanced around.

"We're all in the middle of the lake, no one can hear you, tell me quickly!"

"According to reliable information, Commander Xiao has discovered their traces and is pursuing them!"

Bai Nuo was startled and hurriedly explained his plan.

Mu Jingyang pondered for a moment, "This matter still needs to be considered in the long run. ”

"It's too late."

Li Wenjun stood up, "Well, now we must contact them immediately and let the old man negotiate with the imperial court himself." ”

"Don't act impulsively!" Mu Jingyang motioned for her to sit down with his eyes.

"Okay, what's your plan?" Li Wenjun sat down.

"In my opinion, I can only rely on the little white girl."

"She went alone? No way. ”

"Brother Monkey, what he said is right, it is inconvenient for you to come forward, and I am familiar with Zhang Zhentian, so it is easier to communicate."

"If the court doesn't agree, then we will become accomplices of the thieves and will be executed."

Mu Jingyang nodded, "If the negotiation fails, we will discuss how to save people." ”

Li Wenjun thought for a while, "You're right, if it fails, we'll all go in." ”

They discussed in a whisper, and after a while, Li Wenjun clapped his hands and applauded, "Good to hear!" Well played! She stretched out her hand to Mu Jingyang, "Take the silver!" ”

Mu Jingyang took out a piece of silver and handed it to her.

"Two."

Mu Jingyang took out another ingot of silver and handed it to her.

"Uncle, hard work!"

"Beauty, hard work!"

She divided the two minas of silver among the boatman and the woman who played the lute.

The boatman took the money and thanked him again and again.

The woman holding the lute stood up, bowed to her, and said softly, "Thank you, girl." ”