Beiyang City, night.

In the fish shop, there is still a faint light.

The eldest prince Chunqiu reluctantly left the calligraphy with both hands, turned around and looked at Liu Chunsheng, who was reluctant to show his reluctance on his face, but through guessing, he could also know that the other party was unwilling in his heart, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Since Mr. Ju'an wrote it for you, I naturally won't force it." ”

Liu Chunsheng also seems to have noticed his faux pas, how could the eldest prince Chunqiu do such a thing as winning people's love?

Hurriedly replied: "Let His Royal Highness Gongzi see and smile." Pointing to another one, he continued, "I don't know this one, but Your Highness can still see it?"

Chunqiu smiled and nodded slightly, "Okay." ”

Liu Chunsheng gently rolled up the pair he had just copied, presented it with both hands, and said: "Copying it is clumsy, it is not a tribute, and it is given to His Highness." Hope, don't dislike it. ”

Chunqiu put one hand behind him, looked down at the painting presented by the other party and did not take it immediately, but frowned slightly and said with some dissatisfaction: "It seems that you still don't understand what I mean." ”

Liu Chunsheng raised his head slightly, looked at the other party and smiled: "I understand." ”

Chunqiu nodded slightly, then took the pair of calligraphy, looked at the other party with a smile, and then replied: "Don't dislike it." ”

Then his left hand was behind him, and his right hand was holding the book, leaving the fish shop.

Liu Chunsheng stood at the door of the shop, facing the other party's back, waving his hands and saluting, and doing it to the end.

The eldest prince Chunqiu held the calligraphy and walked in this old street.

The wind rose at night, blowing the cold eyebrows, but it could not cover the gentle eyes.

In front of a well-known red mansion in the city, Prime Minister Li Si, who had just come out of the palace, flicked his sleeves and walked in.

The Red Mansion is not as good as the Green Building, and most of the people who come here listen to music and watch art, but if you take out more gold cakes in this Red Mansion, it seems that there is no difference with the Green Building.

The Prime Minister didn't come to this building to seek a night of romance, he wanted to listen to a play, enjoy a dance, and wait for someone.

Different from the atmosphere in this red mansion, the imperial historian Cui Ren stood at the door, looking up at the sky, gloomy and gloomy.

In the gloomy clouds, a breeze from nowhere blew the light in the stratus clouds.

The Imperial Doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

From Beiyang City to the south, there is a city about a thousand miles away, which is the Sifang City, and there will be a new life there in the near future, and the surname is unknown.

To the north of the Sifang City, another city that is far away but close, there is still the young man who looks like a beggar sitting at the gate of the city.

The boy had a thick book tucked into his waist, and what was written on it was something that he had not been the slightest curious about to look at, and he had not thrown it away, only because it was easier to wipe off the sweat occasionally, or because it was easier to wipe off something more subtle later than his own sleeve or gravel turf.

In the middle of the night, the boy looked down at his right hand.

He had seen a sword the other day, a black sword, and although the sword in his mouth was nothing great, but even then he didn't have it in his hand.

And not far from the broken bowl in front of him, which contained a few copper plates, a gold cake was thrown at random under the wall.

It's not that he didn't have anything to do with it, but that's what he threw it.

Not long ago, before the young man in black left, he threw this golden cake to himself for some reason.

But the little boy obviously underestimated this so-called Hanako.

Just as the owner who entered the city and just came some time ago said it.

He sat at the gate not to beg, but to collect a fee. Therefore he will not be given for nothing, even if it is a golden cake worth a thousand copper plates in his bowl.

Gold glows everywhere, but now it is buried in dust under the walls.

It may not be long before the golden cake will be found and taken away, but at least not yet.

There is a country in the east called the Tang Dynasty, and outside the Tang Dynasty, a scholar in a green shirt is not in a hurry in the night.

He carried a long sword at his waist, and on his other side of his waist there should have been a book, but now it was empty.

A few months ago, he gave the book to a teenager from another country, but thanklessly, he was scolded and even kicked out of the door.

As for the fate of the book, he did not know, but he did not think that it should be too good.

However, he doesn't care about these things, he is not a person who likes to be reasonable, so he does not strictly follow those rules.

He only thinks that as long as a reader's book is useful, it doesn't matter whether he wipes his ass or holds it with both hands.

He took out a wine jug from behind him, took a sip of it in the moonlight, smiled slightly, and then said, "I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust." ”

From here, thousands of miles away in South Vietnam, there is the nearest road, which is not a road in itself.

I don't count the road, but I know that it is the closest, because this road was walked by the Sword Saint eleven years ago, and the road he has walked is the nearest road.

It's just that this road is the only one he can walk.

Because there is a river about 100 zhang wide outside of South Vietnam, called Lingchuan, but the world prefers to call it water-fearing.

At the beginning, Ji Dongli held a black sword and crossed the water, from this shore to the other shore.

Halfway eastward, he finally chose to return to this shore, one person, one sword and one boat, traveled thousands of miles eastward, and won the name of the sword saint in Chang'an City.

And now on the other side of the river, there is a young man with an irregular bun on his head.

The young man held a square and long sword in his arms, looking at the surging water like a moat, and he was not afraid at all.

A flat boat, flowing down the water.

Putting down the long sword in his arms, he took a wooden scoop out of the cabin, poked into the water, and scooped it up.

got up and didn't drink it, but lightly sprinkled it into the river, the sword body shook slightly, the young man looked at the vast river, and said: "Pour all the rivers and seas, and give the world a drink." ”

Then he put down the wooden scoop in his hand, looked at the scoop of water swallowed by the river, frowned slightly and said to himself: "But among the people in this world, I don't think you should be included." Then he sighed and said, "What can I do if I don't appreciate this?"

No one could have imagined that a young Taoist who seemed to have a casual and lazy personality would be so entangled in one thing in the vast river.

But he is really entangled, and his entanglement is not like a certain scholar who thinks that he will not be able to make a lot of money in the future.

Even the scholar was all unintentional.

For this Taoist priest, money cannot move his heart, and fame and fortune cannot move his desires.

This is the real monk, although he doesn't look like a Taoist priest, but he has tied that Taoist bun, although it is not standardized, he is also a righteous monk.

His approach was not for money, fame, or fortune, but out of a more simple and ordinary idea, curiosity.

Curiosity wants people to understand, and he wants to know about the boy who can climb the nine floors before he has opened the mountain.

A Taoist who has just come out of the mountain without the world, according to his immature ideas, if he wants to understand a person, it seems that he has to give the other party something first, otherwise why should people let you understand?

Sending things seemed simple, but from the nerd's mouth, he learned that what the young man wanted was what he lacked the most.

People don't appreciate other things at all, and there's really nothing they can do.

The night breeze rose slightly, and the boat swayed gently.

Go down the river and over the mountains.

In this flowing water, it seems that it is not easy for him to sail to the other side.

In the territory of the Dachang Dynasty, a girl in white was walking aimlessly, facing the moonlight, and she was not walking fast.

In fact, after getting off the building, she kept walking slower and slower.

Getting slower and slower is because there are more stops, and before going down the mountain, her eyes can't contain everything in this world, but now more and more things are in her eyes, and even occasionally she will occasionally think of the picture of the day by the river.

But her problem is obviously not so easy to solve.

The breeze caressed the girl's brow slightly, and she suddenly wanted to cover her stomach, even though she felt that she shouldn't do it, but she did it.

She now wants to eat a bowl of braised pork, or a bowl of braised fish, even though she doesn't know that the bowl of braised fish is actually not so authentic.

Due to the increasing curiosity along the way, as Xu Changan guessed, she did become interested in the mansion in Sifang City that had already been emptied, and then killed those people when she entered, because the other party struck first.

As for why she became interested, only she knew.

She didn't know about the statement that her actions saved Xu Changan's life, and she wouldn't think about it.

All she knew was that she was hungry right now and she wanted to eat.

It wasn't that she hadn't felt this way before, but at that time her heart was still very firm, and no one could tell whether this person was full or hungry until she starved to death.

But now she suddenly felt that it might be much more comfortable to rub it with her hands, so she went and rubbed it.

Before, it was aimless, but now that the purpose is there, she wants to eat.

But in this long night, she is afraid that she will hold her stomach and starve until dawn, maybe pitiful.

It's a little funny to say that a handsome girl in white like a fairy, but always covers her stomach with one hand during the journey, and I don't know that when she meets the shop that sells breakfast tomorrow morning, it will cause several people to laugh.

In the North Palace, His Majesty the Emperor stood at the gate of the palace with long eyelids, and the night was over, and he also had no intention of sleeping.

A father-in-law came from outside the palace and whispered in his ear: "Report to Your Majesty, there is news from the Imperial Spirit Division that the new writer is from... From Sifang City. ”

The Emperor turned his long head, his eyes searching for the only bright color blown by the wind above his head, and said, "It seems that there are a few fish that have slipped through the net in this city." ”

(End of Volume 2)