Zhongzhou Molan Kingdom, located in the east of Zhongzhou, is a relatively large dynasty, this dynasty is strong, the economy is prosperous, and the bandits are far inferior to some small or weak dynasties. In the country of Molan, the most famous is a kind of ink called Lanmo, which is full in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and does not change its quality due to the change of seasons. The price of this kind of ink in the country of Molan is not expensive, and ordinary scholars can afford to use it, but in other dynasties, the price will definitely increase several times, and even in some dynasties that are far away from the country of Molan, the price of ink is sold at a sky-high price of more than ten times.

"Although this ink is not a luxury ink, it is also very practical, and in some dynasties, this kind of blue ink can almost be compared with those extravagant and expensive inks. ”

A young man in a Confucian shirt carried a pen in one hand, dipped in ink with a pen, and opened and closed widely, revealing a strong and chic spirit in the elegant atmosphere.

At this time, he held his breath and concentrated, raised his right arm, and wrote some block letters on the white rice paper, the handwriting was regular, even if everyone came to appreciate the calligraphy, they couldn't help but applaud.

There was a woman on the side who looked at his serious side face with a beautiful smile on her lips.

Two children, a man and a woman, stepped on a small bench and watched curiously as the man who treated them like a father wrote.

"Xiwan, how's that?" After a moment, the man in the Confucian shirt exhaled, withdrew from that state of preoccupation, turned his head and said with a gentle smile.

Mu Xiwan nodded, and said with a little blush: "Nianyu, compared to the words you write, I like your figure and demeanor more when you write." ”

"Haha, then every time I write in the future, I remember to call you. Kong Nianyu was no longer as shy and shy as when she first met Mu Xiwan, and her mentality gradually returned to calm and lively. On the contrary, it is Mu Xiwan, who sometimes blushes when she speaks. In love, it is generally the man who is timid at the beginning, but later it is often the woman who becomes more shy and timid.

Mu Qinglang and Mu Qinglang poked their little heads, blinking at Mu Xiwan, not knowing why their mothers were blushing.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat sugar gourds! I heard that there are more than a dozen types of sugar gourds here. Kong Nianyu looked at Mu Qinglang and Mu Qingle, put away her pen and ink with a smile, and led them out to eat.

"Xiwan, let's go, let's go out for a spin together. ”

"Hmm. ”

The two big and two small walked out of the inn hand in hand. In the past two years, their group has gone through several small dynasties, and this is the first time they have come to the big dynasty. Although the ancient city where it is located now is not a capital city, it is also an economic center, with people coming and going, constantly shouting, and frolicking everywhere.

Molan country is located in the south of the "Tianjiang", belongs to the Jiangnan region, at this time it is just the February season, everything is recovering, the spring breeze is light, everywhere is full of vibrant scenes, many poor people in remote places finally do not have to worry about being frozen to death, the warm spring sun shines into their hearts, giving them warmth.

The warbler flies and the grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

Spring, the breezy and moon-like season, has just begun, and all kinds of paper kites have begun to appear in the blue sky.

"Qinglang, Qingle, do you want to put paper kites?" Kong Nianyu asked with a smile.

"Yes, we want to put it!"

Mu Qinglang kept muttering, and Mu Qingle was also a little surprised and happy. Last year, Mu Qinglang and his sister Mu Qingle, under the leadership of their mother and Uncle Kong, let go of the paper kite once, and they felt unfinished at that time, but because they were more sensible, they didn't shout anymore at that time. Now the opportunity has come, and the two of them are excited.

The mist of the early morning has been dispersed by the soft and slender spring breeze at this time, and the tender green willow branches have also pulled out the soft green shoots, which are extremely delicate, accompanied by the spring breeze blowing from the east, dancing briskly in the air, shaking.

When I walked to the outskirts of the city, the trees suddenly increased, and the large and small streams appeared, and the streams were overgrown with weeping willows, and under the weeping willows were lovely little grasses, which had just emerged from the land.

Kong Nianyu couldn't help but feel it: "At the end of the New Year, there is a fragrance, and at the beginning of February, I was surprised to see the grass buds." The spring mountain is warm and windy, beside the bank of the willow and clear stream, the warbler is crying and dancing, and the small bridge is red. ”

Mu Xiwan asked suspiciously, "Is this a poem or a word?"

Kong Nianyu looked at Mu Xiwan with a blank face, and sneered: "It's not a poem or a word, it's made up by yourself, it's a poem, how about it, it's okay." ”

Mu Xiwan nodded when she heard this, covered her mouth and chuckled.

Shore Zhi Tinglan, lush green.

The four of them walked to the outskirts of the city and walked for a while, until they finally came to an open and gentle place, and then took out the two kites they had just purchased in the city.

Kong Nianyu took Mu Qinglang to fly a kite, and Mu Xiwan took Mu Qingle to fly a kite together.

The sky blue paper kite flies, and the clouds smile in the world.

There is a spring breeze blowing in this place from time to time, and the paper kite soon flew into the sky, which is two paper kites in the shape of swallows, if the uninformed people do not pay attention, they will really regard the two imitation swallow paper kites as real swallows.

There were a few light swallows with spring mud flying over the heads of the four of them, and the pairs of small eyes turned around curiously, glancing curiously at the two swallow paper kites on the side, but they did not stop, and hurriedly flew to the swallow's nest.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud.

"Xiwan, look, these two paper kites, don't they look like two spring elves?" Kong Nianyu looked up at the paper kite dancing lightly in the wind, and asked with a slight smile.

Mu Xiwan's eyes widened and said, "I feel more like two little swallows pursuing their hearts, but they are bound by a thread." ”

"Xiwan, do you have any 'heart's desire'?" Kong Nianyu asked suddenly.

Mu Xiwan opened a pair of beautiful eyes when she heard this, and said, "I didn't ...... before."

Kong Nianyu looked puzzled.

Mu Xiwan smiled suddenly and said, "Since I met you, I have a heart. ”

"What?"

"It's a long answer, and I want to spend my whole life answering it. ”

Kong Nianyu took a deep breath, and then hugged Mu Xiwan tightly, his eyes moist. Mu Qinglang and Mu Qingle saw a nervous look on their faces and were about to ask him, but Kong Nianyu smiled and made a "shhh" gesture.

At this time, Kong Nianyu's heart was full of Haoran righteousness, and he felt that the Haoran Qi in "My generation of scholars are good at raising Haoran Qi" had filled his chest at this time.

He had something worth guarding for the rest of his life! He had something to defend with his life!

In the distance, much higher than the paper kite, above the white clouds.

There was an old man who was smiling and relieved.

"Although the masters of the Confucian Mansion for so many generations are all decent, but this generation is very harmonious!"

Immediately, he sighed slightly.

In a whispered voice, "It's stronger than all of us......"