Early in the morning, a quiet and elegant courtyard.

A young Confucian with a bookcase on his back and a jade crotch sword pushed open the courtyard door and strode out.

The two jade plates on the waist that were born with a pair of ringing.

The young Confucian stopped in front of the door, turned and looked at the courtyard, which was already very familiar, and through the lattice window where the moon was shining every night, he could see half of the mahogany desk that he was accustomed to leaning on his head in the moonlight.

The young Confucian glanced at it a few times, the corners of his mouth habitually curved slightly, closed the courtyard door, and turned to meet his companions.

Zhao Rong did not wear the usual plain Confucian shirt today, but rarely changed into a luxurious and fine brocade shirt, dressed exquisitely, if you look at it from a little distance, he is an extraordinary handsome son.

This was sent to him by Lin Wenruo last night, saying that he must wear it solemnly today.

Zhao Rong didn't know why at first, but it wasn't until Lin Wenruo saw him off alone and took Zhao Rong and the three of them to the Shili Long Pavilion in the north of Luojing City, that Zhao Rong didn't know why he was so solemn.

Zhao Rong rode on a horse, looked left and right, and looked at the more and more Luojing people on both sides of the road, especially the grand and grand formation not far ahead, a king Luan was waiting.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly and turned his head, looking at his friend with a leisurely expression beside him.

It's just that Zhao Rong just wanted to speak, but was blocked by Lin Wenruo first.

"Ziyu, this is really not deliberately arranged by me, the people came spontaneously, and the monarch and the nobles in the city also took the initiative to come, well, I just mentioned to them a little that you are leaving today, but I didn't expect them to come. ”

Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't say anything more.

"The last time the people of Luojing saw someone off so spontaneously, I don't know how long ago it was, when I went to study at the academy, I didn't have such a big posture when I left. Ziyu, you are really envious of others. ”

Zhao Rong said modestly: "Alas, when you have a peerless face like mine, you will know that this is also a trouble." ”

Lin Wenruo: "......"

Soon after, Zhao Rong and his entourage dismounted, and Zhongnan Guojun stepped forward to greet him, three steps away from Zhao Rong, and saluted, Zhao Rong stepped forward to support him, but the monarch shouted "National Teacher" in a cordial tone, which caught Zhao Rong off guard.

Bet on that national teacher robe, where is it to be your national teacher.

Zhao Rong hurriedly excused himself, politely refused the earnest retention of the monarch of Zhongnan, and gave Lin Wenruo a look and asked him to help, and it took a while before he got out.

The ten-mile long pavilion, the willows are still around, and the people of Luojing who came to see them off are shoulder to shoulder, and the congested water is impassable.

After that, everyone was reluctant to give up, and walked ten miles to see them off again, and at the time of parting, they drank farewell wine and made a parting poem.

On this day, Luojing was empty, and the wicker of the ten-mile long pavilion was broken.

Zhao Rong stepped on the horse, turned his head to look at the horse, Lin Wenruo, who was holding the horse and whipping for him, his eyes were slightly condensed, but his words were concise and shocking.

"Gone. ”

Lin Wenruo tilted his head slightly, nodded with a warm smile, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong turned around, pursed his lips and glanced at the north, and stroked the white jade plate with his fingertips.

The next moment, he rode his horse forward, never looking back, and the jade on his waist was crisp and jingling.

Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Sanbian followed, and they were accompanied by a group of Yu Linwei who would take them to take a shortcut to leave Zhongnanguo.

When the young Confucian was not far away, he suddenly heard the sound of singing from behind.

It was the voice of the beautiful women bred by Zhongnan Mountain, with a clear, tactful and melodious voice.

"What is there in the south? Childe to the end, brocade shirt. Yan is like Wu Dan, and his king is also good!"

"What is there in the south? There are bandit gentlemen, with black clothes and embroidered clothes. General Peiyu will not forget the life test!"

What is there on Zhongnan Mountain? There are rowwarts and laurel trees.

There is a son who came here, splendid shirt, ruddy complexion, he is a bandit gentleman, with exquisite jade, with a jingle of his steps, I wish him a long and blessed life, and the people of the south will never forget.

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Dusk evening.

Lanxi Lin's Manor, a quiet courtyard that was gently closed by someone in the early morning, was pushed away by a long Confucian student.

A squeak, resounding in the empty courtyard.

The elder Confucian entered the room and came to the desk that carried half a table of moonlight every night.

On the mahogany table, near the window, lies a folded piece of poetry.

At this time, it is bathed in the glorious twilight of the setting sun.

A slender palm reached out to it, slowly spreading it out.

A bright moon rose on the table.

The breeze blows the sleeves.

The stars are all over the house, and they are flowing quietly.

""Dotted Lips", a gift to Brother Wenruo. ”

"Drunk leaning on the railing, the lake pavilion is like rain. With whom to sit, the bright moon and the breeze are me. ”

"As soon as the bosom friend comes, there is a singing that should be harmonized. Do you know? Since the addition of one, the wind and the moon have been divided equally. ”

On that day, drunk leaning on the railing, in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, looking up, only to see the starlight like a rainstorm.

Which one to sit with?Bright Moon, Breeze, Me or Him.

When I met a bosom friend, there is singing and there is naturally harmony, and if you play the piano, then I will compose a poem.

Do you know? Since we met, the enjoyment of the breeze outside the pavilion and the bright moon in the mountains is naturally half that of you and me.

I don't know how long it took, the poem was still lying quietly on the desk, and the bright moon waited for another round of bright moonlight.

It's just that there is no one at the table anymore.

He went to the flower grove behind the yard again.

Squatting under the tree with the red rope, he lowered his head and buried the two pots of osmanthus together.

In the country of Zhongnan, there is an ancient custom that when young men and women get engaged, they will each tie a red rope to two osmanthus trees and bury a jar of osmanthus brew under the tree.

These two osmanthus trees can no longer be picked in the future.

If there is a lover who is not married, or who is married and divorced, the red rope must be untied.

If the two of them are happy and spend a full moon, the red rope will never be untied.

Osmanthus brewing should also be buried all the time, and it will be given to future generations.

His palms were covered in dirt.

The wrapped cloth towel gradually moistened again.

That night, on Taibai Mountain, it was also a flower forest.

Under the tree that was still tied with a red rope but hung with a three-foot white silk.

There is a purple dress.

She asked him.

On that day, he hated vanity.

But why leave her dowry behind?

Why don't you marry her home first?

She said she actually would.

He didn't answer.

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"Su Xiaoxiao, where are the purses and sachets you keep for my son?"

"Zhao Rong, it's so lively here, where are we?"

"Don't interrupt, what about the purses and sachets that the girls who admired my looks and talents?"

Zhao Rong kept a straight face, staring at Su Xiaoxiao who was looking around.

"Well, look at it, where did you go? Little remember that it was in the bookcase, why is it gone? Oh, where did I go, before I left that day, I was put with the bookcase......

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, suddenly covered her mouth, and muttered in surprise while flipping up her small bookcase, "Sachets, purses, don't hide......"

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped.

Su Xiaoxiao quietly glanced at Zhao Rong.

"Ahh ”

Suddenly, the little fox demon looked like he suddenly realized.

"On the day I left Lanxi, you, you urged me too much, I ...... I seem to have forgotten to take it. ”

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip, tilted her head, and stared at Zhao Rong with crystal eyes.

"Or, why don't I make you a sachet!"

The little fox demon's eyes lit up, his mouth puffed out, and he was eager to try.

Zhao Rong looked at her expressionlessly.

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PS: Think about it or say something......

Call~

The copy of Zhongnanguo is finally finished, Jian Niang is the first book, a lot of things are being explored, the first copy has a lot of shortcomings, and there are some places that I feel more satisfied with, but the most important thing is the growth in the process of writing, which is also for the future to write the plot of Taiqing Sifu to see Qingjun.

So I felt it was necessary to write this copy...... And didn't the protagonist also gain a lot of things~