However, Jia Min's salvation is already the biggest variable, and Jia Yu Village doesn't mention it.

"Little lady Li, what about you?"

After asking Lin Daiyu, Chu Zhen smiled again and looked at Li Qingzhao, who had a particularly strong bookish atmosphere.

The girl from the Song Dynasty had slightly red cheeks, her eyes didn't dare to look at Chu Zhen, and she replied to him in a crisp voice: "Since the slave family went back last time, they didn't believe it at first, and later... Believed. ”

She didn't say anything about secretly hiding lychee cores.

Afraid that Chu Zhen would ask, he hurriedly said: "The slave is still at home every day, reading, writing, swinging when he is bored, taking care of the flowers and plants in the garden, and chatting with his mother, but he is also comfortable~"

She said briskly, in fact, she was always thinking about the things here these days, and even deliberately slept more to dream about it again.

After coming to Chu Langjun in a dream, she really didn't disappoint her.

I just met Sister Lin again, and I also met the young Tang Taizong, and what surprised her even more was that the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun were finally recovered!

"Song Dynasty women can go out to play, right?"

Chu Zhen asked her, "After all, I was drunk and didn't know the way back, and I strayed into the depths of the lotus flower." ”

"Puff~"

This time it was Lin Daiyu's turn to laugh out loud, her thin eyebrows were like a crescent moon, seeing that Sister Qingzhao was embarrassed, she covered her face with a fan, and her slender body was still trembling and laughing hard.

Chu Zhen also smiled.

Only the little lady of the Li family blushed with shame, bit her lip and glared at the two for a while before muttering to justify:

"This is a word I just wrote not long ago, reminiscing about life in my hometown of Mingshui...... The slave has not been passed on to others, only his mother has seen it, how did Chu Langjun and Sister Lin know? ”

Chu Zhen picked up Li Qingzhao's poetry collection and shook it at her.

"It's the Yi'an Jushi again."

Li Qingzhao was deflated, it was not good to see Chu Langjun in the dream in the future, the words she wrote had not yet been showed off, Chu Langjun had already known!

No, next time she will definitely write poems that Yi'an Jushi has not written!

Now......

Li Qingzhao defended again: "That drunkenness was when I was boating with a few friends to enjoy the lotus flowers, and the pavilion was very remote, so we we... Let go of the drink, it's not me who rows, it's the second girl of the Zhao family, she is drunk more than me! ”

Chu Zhen could imagine that picture.

A few cardamom girls who have not yet left the pavilion are playing in a boat, stepping on the spring to enjoy the river, and as a result, the boat is rowed into the lotus group, and the laughter makes the birds fly in fright.

Chu Zhen smiled at her and said, "You just moved to Bianjing City, you don't have any friends, right?" It's no wonder that you can go out and walk more, and when you make friends, you will have someone to accompany you to fight horses. ”

"Chu Langjun doesn't want to learn to fight horses?"

"No, I asked you to go out for a walk because I wanted to know something about Bianjing City from your mouth, Sister Lin, have you watched "Tokyo Menghualu"?"

Lin Daiyu replied: "I haven't seen it." ”

Li Qingzhao frowned, "Listen to it... Books written by the Southern Song Dynasty? ”

She had already guessed the contents of the book from its title.

Tokyo, that is, Bianliang and Bianjing.

Menghualu, the prosperous scene in the dream, is also the "sleepwalking in the country of Huaxu" in the dictionary "Liezi Yellow Emperor".

Today, Bianliang is still there, and you can see the prosperity of Tokyo with your own eyes, so you don't need to see it in your dreams.

It was only in the Southern Song Dynasty mentioned by Chu Langjun that scholars wrote books of mourning and reminiscing about Bianjing.

"This book is famous?"

Without waiting for Chu Zhen to answer, Li Qingzhao asked again.

No wonder Chu Langjun asked her to go out for a walk more and see Bianliang City before it was burned down by thieves!

""Qingming Riverside Picture", "Tokyo Menghualu", plus this one."

Chu Zhen shook her poetry collection at Li Qingzhao and said with a smile: "It's all amazing things in the Song Dynasty!" ”

Li Qingzhao blushed with shame: "What is it, it is clearly Chu Langjun who is a slave!" Come and tease the slaves! ”

"Haha, my fault, I apologize to Little Lady Li."

Chu Zhen said with a smile.

The ancient daughter of the daughter was not so easy to flirt, it was easy to offend them, Chu Zhen also knew that she went out to drink and had a lot of fun, unlike Sister Lin, who was strict in etiquette and religion, and did not step out of the door, so she made a joke with Li Qingzhao.

As soon as she was angry, Chu Zhen had to apologize.

Lin Daiyu on the side looked at the two of them and was silent.

She is different from the Qingzhao sister of the Song Dynasty, the women of the Dashun Dynasty, especially the women of the big families in the boudoir, rarely go out and never get drunk outside.

Chu Zhen glanced at Sister Lin and probably guessed how she was feeling at the moment.

Feudal etiquette kills people!

After a while.

"Who drew the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival? What about Menghualu? Li Qingzhao asked curiously, maybe she knew.

"The picture is Zhang Zeduan, and Menghualu is Meng Yuanlao."

Of course, Li Qingzhao didn't know him.

"The next time the slave goes out to the city to play, how about telling Chu Langjun about it?" Li Qingzhao said with a smile.

"That couldn't be better!"

Chu Zhen wanted these historical sites, and smiled at them: "The twenty-four histories do not record the market and the legends of the boudoir, but I want to record them all!" ”

Li Qingzhao opened his ruddy mouth, looked at Chu Langjun fixedly, and couldn't speak, but felt an indescribable vibration in his heart, even if he wrote poems and lyrics, it was difficult to explain.

Lin Daiyu lowered her head, a pair of plain white hands tightly grasped the dress on her knees, and after a while, she secretly glanced at Uncle Chu.

Looking at his face, on impulse, Lin Daiyu asked, "I also have a biography?" ”

"Yes!"

Chu Zhen laughed, "You all have it, but I don't have time today, next time." ”

Lin Daiyu knew that this was because she said before that she would not eat here and that she had to go back, so she had no time.

She regretted it a little.

"I'm done, it's time for you to ask."

Chu Zhen handed over the topic to them, "Just ask, don't worry about offending or annoying me, if you come here in the future, if you don't want to stay, you can go downstairs directly, I will respect your wishes." ”

Chu Zhen is the host, they are the guests, the host naturally has a strong position, coupled with Chu Zhen's identity as a historian, it is inevitable that they will be afraid and afraid of offending him.

Li Qingzhao and Lin Daiyu glanced at each other, and the latter said obediently and humbly: "Sister Qingzhao will ask first." ”

"Chu Langjun has the elegance of Su Weng~"

Li Qingzhao praised first, and then immediately asked: "I heard the emperor of the Ming Dynasty say that the Ming Dynasty recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun?!" ”

"Yes!"

Chu Zhen wanted to explain, but after glancing at Lin Daiyu, he smiled again: "Has Sister Lin read the history of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

Lin Daiyu replied reservedly: "I have roughly read through the history books, after Jingkang, the Song Dynasty lived in Lin'an, confronted the Jin Dynasty for a hundred years, and then was destroyed by the Mongols. ”

Li Qingzhao's body and mind were shaken, and every word was destroyed by Mongolia, which made her feel indescribably sentimental.

"Mongolia entered the Central Plains, established the Great Yuan Dynasty, and reigned for 76 years. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Ming Taizu raised troops in Fengyang, and then led the Northern Expedition, defeated the Yuan Dynasty, drove Meng Yuan out of the Great Wall again, collected the sixteen states of Youyun, Liaodong, and restored the Han and Tang Dynasty rituals. ”

Li Qingzhao was stunned for a long time.

Chu Zhen was puzzled when he heard it, and was about to ask, but the mobile phone rang, and the takeaway arrived.

He spoke to them and went downstairs to get takeout.

When I came back, I saw Li Qingzhao walking around, looking in reverie.

"What's wrong with her?" Chu Zhen asked Sister Lin.

Sister Lin pursed her lips and smiled, "Sister Qingzhao wants to compose a poem!" ”

"Poetry?!"

Chu Zhen looked at her in surprise, and after Li Qing took care of it, Chu Zhen immediately said, "I'll get you a pen and paper!" ”

No wonder he is excited, this is the poem of the first talented woman in the ages!

The ballpoint pen and scratch paper were sent to Li Qingzhao by Chu Zhen.

This talented woman's face was a little red, but she didn't refuse, first used Chu Zhen's posture of holding the pen, felt unaccustomed, and changed to the posture of holding the brush in the past.

Write on scratch paper:

Wen Daming collects the thistle in Liaodong

The border of thousands of miles is reporting spring, and the Ming Xiongshi is fighting the clouds.

Recaptured thousands of miles of land in eastern Liaodong, heroes came out in large numbers.

The green mountains and blue waters are cleaned up, and the remnants of the Liao and Wei dynasties are overjoyed.

The world is heavy on peach and plum, and the bright light shines on thousands of doors. (Note 1)

……

After writing, put down the pen, Li Xiaoniang took two steps back, so that Chu Langjun could watch the poem she wrote, and said quite proudly: "The rough and shallow work made Chu Langjun and Sister Lin laugh!" ”

Chu Zhen looked at this poem "Wen Daming Collects the Thistle Liaodong", and after a while, he sighed and said: "The poem of Little Lady Li is enough to exchange for a thousand catties of lychees!" ”

"Huh?"

Li Qingzhao was stunned, a poem for a thousand catties of lychees?

Can I change my drink?