A piece of bamboo looks different from ordinary bamboo.

After running all the way, he harvested such a bamboo, and Bai Song thought about returning to Chang'an to give Mozhu as a gift.

The two walked around the mountain and found nothing, and then went to the people's homes under the mountain to inquire.

Some people say that there are immortals living in the mountains, and there were many auspicious scenes in the early years.

But these rumors are of little value, and Bai Song doesn't care.

The only regret is that the Eastern Emperor has left, and after a short stay, the two returned to the Famous Sword Villa.

In the following days, Bai Song honestly waited for the seven-day period in the villa.

For this competition, Bai Song can be said to have made sufficient preparations, and even used the power of space to purchase some registered objects, but he never expected that this competition was actually released pigeons.

The seven-day period has arrived, and I don't know how many martial arts people have gathered inside and outside the Famous Sword Villa, and everyone is looking forward to this competition.

This is not only related to the life and death between the Bai Song Dynasty and the Mo family, but also related to the attitude of the martial arts people in the Jiangnan area towards the imperial court Zhao'an.

As a result, a day has passed, and the people who have written the war can't even see a shadow.

I didn't expect this situation, and it wasn't until the next day that Ah Er of the Mo family still didn't appear, and by this time, the people in the rivers and lakes had to accept this fact that people didn't want to believe.

It seems that there is no hope at all for the rivers and lakes.

Bai Song was also very depressed, feeling that he was being put on the table.

But the result was still good, seven days later, all the Jianghu sects in the Jiangnan area accepted Zhao'an, and all joined the Hero Village, expressing their willingness to accept the control of the imperial court and the dispatch of the imperial court.

When Zhao'an forms a momentum, it will quickly think about spreading throughout the country.

The martial arts people of Zhao'an, the general of the White Song Dynasty, found that they had bad deeds and would directly distribute only the army, which greatly supplemented the power of the garrisons in various parts of the imperial court, and some relatively honest ones were distributed on the spot to control the local ruffians and hooligans who did evil in the market, which improved the people's livelihood in various places on the one hand.

The style of Jiangnan was restored, and in just one month, civilian crime dropped by 90%.

In the past, there was no one on the night streets in various cities, but now there are many night markets on the third watch, and the government has opened a curfew, and all parts of the south of the Yangtze River have become cities that never sleep. This was followed by various poetry festivals, lantern festivals, and art exhibitions, and there were more folk activities.

Bai Song frequently reported back to Chang'an, and his Zhao'an policy was a perfect answer that was visible to the naked eye.

There were only two days left before the March period, and the imperial court summoned Bai Song to return to Beijing to resume his life.

The people of Hangzhou knew that many changes in the city were made by Lord Qincha, and the reputation of the Bai Song Dynasty among the people of Hangzhou was also unprecedentedly good.

Because of the improvement of the people's lives, no one paid attention to the various rumors that circulated a few days ago, but after hearing that the Qin mission was leaving, many people came to the door to give gifts, and there was an endless stream of visitors.

Bai Song never thought that one day he would become the master of the blue sky and be loved by the people, he pretended to be a layman, and he did all the world, without too many lofty ideals.

But after seeing the mountains of folk gifts, my heart is still a little fluttering.

There is no one who does not want to be sought after, and this kind of visible gratitude is still satisfying.

This is not only personal satisfaction, even Kumi admires it, and recently she has a glimmer of brilliance in her eyes when she looks at Bai Song.

It's late spring, and the weather is getting hotter.

Someone outside the garden came in with an ice cart loaded with a cart of chilled fruits.

Bai Song traveled so far, and for the first time he saw ice in summer, he not only sighed: "Who sent this?" ”

The servant of the cart said, "Lord Bai, this is Miss Ouyang's sent to relieve the heat of the adult." ”

"Ouyang Clan?"

Jiumi explained: "The Ouyang clan is the largest family in Hangzhou, and someone in the family works in the Ministry of Industry and is a subordinate of Zhang Liang. ”

"You know all this?"

"Since I want to follow you, I naturally want to know more about the affairs of the Tang Dynasty."

Bai Song smiled and nodded towards the person who sent the ice: "Go back and tell your young lady, I accepted her wishes." ”

The person who pushed the cart sent a famous post: "My lord, my young lady also has a famous post, I heard that the adult is about to leave, my young lady temporarily organized a poetry party, please come and enjoy." ”

Bai Song took the post, thought about it and said, "If I have time, I will go." ”

The person who sent the ice slowly retreated.

Bai Song took the name card, looked at Jiumei, and asked, "Do you want to go or not?" ”

"You didn't invite me."

"I will return to Beijing tomorrow, and they all say that Jiangnan Fengyue is good, I have been here for a long time, and I have not felt it once, and when I leave, I will go to see how the Jiangnan Poetry Club is different from the poetry club in Chang'an, which is also a beautiful thing."

Bai Song had an idea, so he turned on the ice cart and beckoned the servants who were waiting around the garden to share the ice fruit.

I haven't eaten chilled fruit once in the summer for a few years, and this bite is really beautiful.

At the same time, I also thought that it must be extraordinary for the house to have an ice cellar and a wang family who can ice in summer, right?

Early the next morning, Ouyang's sedan car was already waiting at the door.

The maid of the Ouyang family arrived in the courtyard early to wait, and as soon as Bai Song went out, the maid jumped up and asked, "My lord, my young lady ordered me to invite you into the house." ”

This maid is lively and jumpy, only fourteen years old, very well-behaved, wearing a green dress, and her appearance is exactly the same as Xiang'er's maid Xiaocui.

Bai Song was in a trance for a while, as if returning to the time of crossing, and slowly asked, "What is your name?" ”

"Adults call me Yue'er."

Bai Song nodded, this maid looked kind, and happily got into the sedan chair.

Maybe it was the sudden sight of a girl who looked like Xiaocui when she was a child, which suddenly evoked all kinds of memories of Bai Song.

I think that at the beginning, the first time I participated in such a party, I was still an unknown son of a poor family, and at that time, I had to hide my identity, mingle in the crowd, and if I wanted to fight for fame, I needed to rack my brains and try my best to pretend to be X.

And now, he has become a guest of honor, and he needs the host to send someone to invite him.

And I don't need to think about any poetry, I don't need to pay attention to it, maybe when I go to the poetry meeting, I just want to watch the literati show their talents, and those talents are just like themselves at the beginning, just want people to pay more attention.

The past is like smoke, and Bai Song can't think about it.

Suddenly, the car stopped, and only then did I know that I had arrived at my destination.

A beautiful girl opened the curtain, bowed her head slightly, and said with a shy smile: "The folk girl Ouyang Yanran has seen Lord Bai. ”

Bai Song was in a trance and arched his hand.

Then Miss Ouyang personally handed a small ladder for Bai Song to get off.

As soon as he came out, a group of students at the upper gate of Ouyang Mansion lined up neatly on both sides, bowed respectfully and saluted, and shouted in unison: "Students meet Mr." ”