"Fishing? Can you still catch fish? I have only seen or heard of fishing, netting..."

Outside Guangling County, on the nameless river, Zhou Fugui actually made a fishing rod, sat by the river, and fished decently.

Aunt Murong of the dignified Flaming Camp, daughter of King Zuoxian of the Great Yan Kingdom, Princess Murong Huiying of the Purple Moon pressed her hands on her knees, bent down and watched Zhou Fugui fishing curiously.

"Shhh Zhou Fugui whispered to Murong Huiying.

"Oh..."Murong Huiying was skeptical when she heard this.

The sword eyebrows are in a bun, the bridge of the nose is high, and a pair of eyes are like bright stars, why didn't you find that he was still quite handsome in the past? Murong Huiying looked at Zhou Fugui's boasting a little shyly, the only bad thing was that Zhou Fugui's thin lips would show a wicked smile from time to time.

Hmph, cunning and changeable! Murong Huiying snorted coldly in her heart.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. Zhou Fugui then shook his head and chanted a poem.

"You can also compose poetry?" Murong Huiying said curiously.

Murong Huiying likes to read Han books since she was a child, but it is impossible to read all the Han books, Han books are broad and profound, and Murong Huiying's readers are only in case.

"Hehe, this poem is not written by Zhou." Zhou Fugui shook his head when he heard this: "For Tang... Belch... It was written by the great poet Liu Zongyuan in history, and its name is 'Jiang Xue'. ”

Zhou Fugui didn't know where his mother's history had turned, so he had to say it vaguely.

"The great poet of history, Liu Zongyuan? Why haven't you heard of it? But this verse is concise and rich in meaning, right? Murong Huiying savored "Jiang Xue" carefully.

Well, yes, very good, Zhou Fugui glanced at Murong Huiying when he heard this, and he appreciated it in his heart.

People who only know the Prancing Horse Prairie and bend the bow to shoot the eagle can actually hear the meaning of this "Jiang Xue"? However, when Zhou Fugui was in Youzhou, he had experienced Murong Huiying's skills.

"Liu Zongyuan was once a high-ranking official and important minister of the imperial court, he was defeated in the struggle for power and profit, and was dismissed and deposed..."Zhou Fugui slowly explained: "Arrangement and management, in fact, is a kind of life of detention, in this case, Liu Zongyuan did not succumb to the bad situation, he is still high-minded and arrogant, just like a fisherman fishing alone on the riverside, and fantasizes about being out of the woods and reaching the pinnacle of power!" This is probably the poor will be good alone, and the good will help the world. ”

"If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world?" Murong Huiying simply sat down beside Zhou Fugui, clasped her knees with her hands, put her face on her knees, listened to Zhou Fugui's narration, turned her head to look at Zhou Fugui and asked, "I have seen this sentence in a book, but is that what it means?" ”

"It's pretty much the same." Zhou Fugui replied.

Murong Huiying nodded when she heard this.

Murong Huiying had read "Mencius", and she didn't know much about this sentence at that time, and she still didn't understand it, so at this time, what Zhou Fugui said was what it was...

"I see, he's not catching fish," Murong Huiying then said.

"Jiangshan!" Zhou Fugui and Murong Huiying said in unison, and the two then looked at each other and smiled.

"It's like Jiang Taigong fishing..."Zhou Fugui smiled: "Jiang Taigong is even more straightforward, or thick-skinned... Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to take the bait! His hook is actually straight, and the straight hook can catch ghosts... So what is he fishing? It is Ji Chang, King Wu of Zhou, and when he catches Ji Chang, King of Zhou Wu, he catches the world! ”

"Poof!" Murong Huiying couldn't help laughing when she heard this, looked at Zhou Fugui and said with a smile: "Taigong Jiang is the ancestor of your military family, what about the martial saint, you talk about people like this, I think you are the thickest-skinned!" ”

"Yes, the princess said yes, the young general is a thick-skinned little sheep..."Zhou Fugui said with a smile.

"What happened to him?" Murong Huiying asked with a blushing face and a light sip of Zhou Fugui in her heart.

"Which one is him?" Zhou Fugui asked.

"Fishing by the river." Murong Huiying replied.

"Liu Zongyuan, he has been fishing by the river until he dies." Zhou Fugui said.

"Oh, how pathetic!" Murong Huiying smiled when she heard this, and then asked Zhou Fugui: "They are fishing for Jiangshan Sheji, and what are you fishing?" ”

"Of course I'm fishing... Ouch, the fish is hooked! Zhou Fugui said as he spoke, only to feel that the fishing rod in his hand sank, and the swim bladder also sank underwater.

"Walk you!" Zhou Fugui was overjoyed, shouted, let go first, and then threw the fishing rod out of the river.

"Here you go, princess, take it back and stew the fish soup!" Zhou Fugui then proudly threw the fishing rod in front of Murong Huiying, wanting to show his "results" in front of her.

The fishing rod came out of the water, the river water and broken ice splashed, Zhou Fugui's actions were extremely chic, but unfortunately the fishing line was empty, and even the fish hook did not know where to go...

"Haha, fish? Hongu doesn't know how to fish, but he still knows what a fish is. Murong Huiying immediately laughed when she saw this, pointing to the fishing rod and laughing backwards.

"It's not you, it's all scared away by you..."Zhou Fugui said angrily when he saw this.

"Hehe, you don't have the ability yourself, but it's the blame on Bengong?" Murong Huiying laughed even more when she heard this.

Zhou Fugui is reciting poetry and allusions, but he blames himself for talking nonsense? Murong Huiying felt funny when she thought about it.

"Come again, I don't believe it, I have to catch a fish today and stew fish soup for the princess..."Zhou Fugui glared at Murong Huiying, and then squatted on the ground and began to make fishing gear.

"Thank you for your kindness, but don't you?" Murong Huiying looked at the busy Zhou Fugui and smiled.

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"And the food fell to Chang'an, and the rough order was three years to reduce the cold. In the past, there was no hope for the spring, and there was no remnant of the nets and fishing. ”

When twilight fell, Zhou Fugui and Murong Huiying rode side by side, and Zhou Fugui chanted a seven-character quatrain of "beastly hair".

"Which great poet in history is the masterpiece?" Murong Huiying asked.

"This great poet is famous throughout the ages, the first great poet who has never been seen before, and who has never come after, he..." ”

"Plop!"

Behind the two of them, more than 100 warriors from the Flaming Camp fell all over the place.

"Giggles..."Murong Huiying giggled again: "You? Do you make poems? What's the name? ”

Murong Huiying's laughter today was more than she had before she was seventeen years old.

"Loaded and gone!" Zhou Fugui replied with a smile.

Oh my God, let's die," the warriors of the Burning Camp lamented together.

"You... Only caught two small fish in total, and returned with a full load? Murong Huiying was also speechless, and said with a smile and a smile.

"One for you, one for me, isn't it just a full load?" Zhou Fugui said with a smile.

"They?" Murong Huiying asked.

"Drink soup!" Zhou Fugui smiled again.

More than 100 warriors of the Flaming Camp clenched the hilt of their swords together.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves remembered, and hundreds of Yan army iron horsemen came to meet them, holding high the torch, and greeted Murong Huiying and the others.

Led by a young general in bright armor, galloped towards Murong Huiying.

After Murong Huiying saw the visitor, she couldn't help frowning slightly, looking a little disgusted.

The young general is Xuanwei General Murong Kang.

"Princess Purple Moon, the young general farewell!" Zhou Fugui saw that someone was coming, so he arched his hand and said goodbye.

Murong Huiying opened her mouth, wanting to keep Zhou Fugui, but she didn't know why.

Zhou Fugui nodded to Murong Huiying, smiled, and walked away. When passing by Murong Kang, Zhou Fugui gave the etiquette of the next meeting, and after giving a salute, he galloped away alone.

Murong Kang raised his horsewhip slightly, which was regarded as a reply, without any expression on his face, nor did he speak, slightly cold and arrogant.

"Sister Ying..."Murong Kang asked after coming to Murong Huiying's side, "It's been all day, where have you been?" ”

"Where am I going, do I need to report to you General Xuanwei?" Murong Huiying looked at Murong Kang and asked coldly.

"Well, Sister Ying, Hugh is going to be mistaken for a brother." The muscles on Murong Kang's face twitched slightly, and he said with a little embarrassment: "Yan and Xia are fighting each other, in the chaos of the army, it is too unsafe, and you are too careless, my brother is worried about you, and I am here to find you, besides, my uncle is also worried about you." ”

"Oh, thank you for bothering." Murong Huiying said coldly again.

Murong Kang taught Murong Huiying a lesson in his brother's tone at every turn, which was one of the reasons why Murong Huiying became more and more disgusted with Murong Kang. Unlike Zhou Fugui, Murong Huiying and Zhou Fugui are together, and they feel relaxed, comfortable, and happy, in short, they are extremely comfortable.

When he was a child, he was better, Murong Kang was ten years older than Murong Huiying, and he had an official at an early age, and he was also a brave general in the army, and Murong Huiying and others worshiped him as a great hero, but as Murong Huiying grew older, this feeling disappeared, and only disgust remained.

Which brother is Murong Kang his own? Murong Huiying secretly said in her heart, at most, she could only be regarded as a clan brother, and her three own brothers would not dare to speak to herself like him.

"Sister Ying, you shouldn't stay with this person." Murong Kang began to babble again.

"Who? Are you talking about Vice Admiral Zhou? What happened to him? Murong Huiying asked.

"He's a Han guy." Murong Kang replied.

"What's wrong with the Han people? Didn't the imperial court use Han Chinese? There are also a lot of Han people under my father's command. Murong Huiying said angrily when she heard this.

"The Han people are cunning, untrustworthy and changeable, and they are not of great use." Murong Kang snorted coldly.

"Nonsense!" Murong Huiying said angrily when she heard this: "The people of my clan, aren't there no cunning and changeable people? There are also loyal and upright people among the Han people, right? Why do you want to generalize? ”

Murong Huiying said that she would beat her horse and leave.

I don't know what's going on, Murong Huiying also said in her heart that Zhou Fugui was a cunning and changeable person, but she didn't allow others to say this about Zhou Fugui.