The breeze blows, and the skirt sways slowly. Li Zhiyu savored the girl's words, but he still had no clue, so he had to look at the girl and say, "As long as it makes you unhappy, I will never do it." Li Zhiyu raised his head, looking at the girl with bright eyes, slightly shy. The two were silent. The surrounding celebrities saw this scene, reminisced, and remembered. When I was young, I also used to be white in Tsing Yi, watch the rain and smell the plums under the moon before the flowers, and pick lotus and fish in the water boat.

At this moment, the light rain came again, and the outer crowd either gradually dispersed, or walked in groups to this plum forest, to see these moral articles, to listen to the style of this literati.

Li Zhiyu was drenched by this cold rain, and his heart became less restless and returned to his original state. The girl raised her eyes and looked at each other, and the two stepped back in unison. Li Zhiyu held the handkerchief tightly in the end, and the girl didn't blame it, and the two walked in front of Liu Chengqing and the others. Zhang Haiju watched the two of them come together, and he was very envious in his heart, especially the kid named Li Zhiyu who was still holding Qingrou's handkerchief, and he was very unhappy.

"Brother Li, just a few words Confucian Legalists have it, in the future, when you come to Shouchun, the two of us must have a good life to discuss, learn from each other, and benefit the two of us. Zhang Haiju opened his mouth with a smile, and then said softly to Zhao Qingrou: "Qingrou, you have been out for a long time, and you have not returned for a few months, and they miss your uncle very much." When I came out, my uncle told me that if I saw you, let you go back early, and don't be playful. After Zhang Haiju finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Li Zhiyu again. Zhao Qingrou snorted softly, but she was silent, and her bright eyes just looked at Li Zhiyu.

After a long time, the girl said softly: "Do you want me to go?" Li Zhiyu heard Zhao Qingrou's words, and he was so conflicted. If you say hope, it is false, but if you say stay, what kind of identity is you, and how can you force Zhao Qingrou to stay. What's more, after Zhao Shuli left, Li Zhiyu suffered day and night, and he knew the pain of lovesickness in his heart, how could he say this word.

Li Zhiyu smiled reluctantly and said: "Miss Zhao, it is still a long time before you and I meet, not to mention that sooner or later I will have to go to Shouchun to travel to increase my knowledge, and it will not be too late to visit Fuzhong again." The two of them asked and answered, and the old servant and Liu Chengqing sighed softly.

Juvenile affection is the most ignorant, just like green plums, both sweet and sour.

Zhao Qingrou heard what Li Zhiyu said, and felt a little confused in her heart. I haven't known this boy for a long time, but why did I feel a sense of parting in my heart when I left. In the past, every time I went out to travel, I crossed the river with one horse, and I just left, but now I am a little reluctant.

The more Zhao Qingrou thought about it, the more irritable she became, and when she whistled, there was an eagle falcon in the sky. The falcon of the divine steed circled down and stood on the girl's shoulder, and in the distance the horse's hooves gradually sounded, and a beautiful horse stepped briskly. The girl put her hand on the bridle, jumped on her horse, stretched out her hand, and said, "This time, I don't want you to chase my beauty." Li Zhiyu didn't understand what he meant, but just watched the girl stretch out her hand, and her bright eyes were slightly hopeful. Li Zhiyu lowered his head and gently grabbed the girl's five fingers, the girl's face was crimson and grabbed Li Zhiyu's wrist, gently urging the horse to rein, and the horse galloped up, as fast as a long wind. Li Zhiyu was half-hung on this saddle, unable to advance or retreat, only feeling that his face was hurt by the wind.

This "beauty" horse is a good horse for a thousand miles, running like thunder and lightning, and fast as the wind. At that time, Zhao Hengtong entered the northern country to fight, and accidentally found this horse in the wild, and chased it for three days and three nights before it was regained. But the horse is so wild that the horseman has nothing to do with it. Zhao Hengtong had no choice but to tame the horse himself, which convinced this thousand-mile horse. And because his daughter liked this horse so much, he even named it "Beauty", so Zhao Hengtong gave the horse to his daughter. One is afraid that she will be in danger, this horse has good foot strength, even if it is invincible, at least it can buy time for her daughter to escape. Second, this horse can not be ridden by anyone except herself, but her daughter rode on horseback, and the "beauty" not only did not neigh, but was very affectionate to her daughter, and was very well-behaved.

The two of them rode on this beautiful horse and went away. The surrounding celebrities stood up and looked at the beauty horses that were drifting away with a smile, with a slight envy in their eyes. I think that when I was young, although I read hundreds of books of poetry, I was the only one who was missing this horse stepping on the clouds and mud, and the muscles and bones followed the wind.

Suddenly, Xu Wenruo patted his head violently, and then he thought that he hadn't asked about the place where Lord Shangshu lived, and he hadn't asked about the words in his stomach, but the young man had already ridden away, but how to ask.

"You old man Li, you don't have to be disciplined when you should be bacting, and now that this young man has ridden away, how should we go to find Lord Shangshu. Xu Wenruo's face was slightly angry, and he shouted at Li Bingjie. Li Bingjie listened to the old man Xu blowing his beard and glaring, and he was also angry in his heart, and the two of them had the potential to rekindle the flames of war. Originally, the two had different political views, and they hadn't found Master Shangshu at the moment, so how could they not be angry in their hearts. Seeing this, many great Confucians around them couldn't cry or laugh in their hearts, talking about seniority, knowledge, talent, articles, Li Bingjie and Xu Wenruo are too many people above this, everyone is not good to dissuade, so they can only shake their heads and smile bitterly.

The old servant saw the young lady galloping away on this beautiful horse, and wanted to pursue it, but this horse had good foot strength, and even if he was extremely skilled, he was slightly inferior to this beautiful horse. At the moment, I only saw this beauty and horse negligence, but I was helpless. Liu Zhiqing saw Li Zhiyu and the two gradually moving away, and smiled slightly: "Although this girl is very rude, Zhiyu's personality is too introverted, but being with this little girl complements each other, and the two of them are just right." Qiu Ruhai glanced at Liu Chengqing, but he didn't say anything, just sighed in his heart. If you were willing to take that step, you would not have been bound to Longhai County for more than ten years.

Zhang Haiju stared blankly at the place where Zhao Qingrou rode away, silent.

After a while, Li Bingjie said in a deep voice: "Everyone, this year's Merlin reunion of the old man has a lot of feelings, and at this moment I have a little gain in my heart. The old man wants to go back to study hard, and forgive the old man for being rude and retreat first. After Li Bingjie finished speaking, he bowed to everyone and bowed away. Li Bingjie, who everyone saw, had already left, and the two most respected people in the plum forest had gone to one of them, and many people had dispersed.

About half an hour, the crowd in the plum forest was gone, and the twilight was already drowsy. Xu Wenruo pondered for a long time before he stood up, looked at the twilight around him and said with a smile: "The old man is a student again today." The old man glanced at everyone happily and walked out of the plum forest thoughtfully.

At this moment, the dusk has sunk, and the twilight has already shrouded the plum forest, except for a few vendors who are packing up their goods at the moment, the crowd has gone to nine. Liu Yingqing looked at the young boy next to him who still didn't go in, as if he wanted to follow a few people, and said, "Your scholar seems to be called Zhang Haiju." Zhang Haiju hummed lightly, and did not raise his head, as if in contemplation. The old servant saw Zhang Haiju with such an attitude, which was very different from usual, and he knew it in his heart.

Zhang Sude and Zhao Hengtong were officials in the same dynasty, and the two of them were one scholar and one martial arts, except for a few meritorious veterans, the two of them were already powerful. But this one is not as good as other civil and military forces. Other civil and military officials do not say that they are clearly distinguished, and although they are reasonable and responsible, the matter of suppressing each other and impeaching each other is not obvious, but it is common to stab each other in secret. But Zhang Sude and Zhao Hengtong often discuss literature and poetry, although they do not cite each other as confidants, but the relationship between the two is not bad.

Later, with the birth of two juniors, they often visited their homes. Although the two of them did not speak, looking at Da Chu, there was no one else who could meet this condition except each other. Therefore, every time Zhang Haiju came to visit, Zhao Hengtong was also very happy, and saw that Zhang Haiju was young, and his knowledge and literary talent were not inferior to those who were young, and he admired this young man. At least, with Zhang Haiju and Zhao Qingrou's ears and eyes, although he doesn't say that he knows a lot about poetry and etiquette, he can also understand a little bit about it, so as not to waste his studies. But now there is another Li Zhiyu who is not inferior to Zhang Haiju in knowledge and talent halfway, and the pressure in Zhang Haiju's heart can be imagined.

Zhang Haiju traveled alone, occasionally talking to the three of his peers, but most of the time he was silent. Li Zhiyu only urged the horse to gallop with Zhao Qingrou all the way, and the two stopped the horse when the sky was dark. Li Zhiyu looked at the lonely night, and felt a little scared in his heart. In the past, not to mention the magnificence of the place where you lived, at least there was a grass house where you could live, but in this wilderness, not to mention people, it seems that even ghosts can't be seen.

Zhao Qingrou stopped the horse, slowly stretched her waist, looked at Li Zhiyu who was silent on the side, and thought in her heart, this guy opened his mouth and closed his mouth and said that he was a gentleman, but now in this wilderness, where to find your poetry and book etiquette, thinking of this, Zhang Qingrou was happy to come from it, and her smile was like a flower. Li Zhiyu turned his head to look at the girl who was laughing alone, and he was extremely puzzled. Zhao Qingrou thought that the night was heavy, it had rained during the day, and it was even darker at night, no matter whether she cried or laughed, as long as she didn't make a sound, Li Zhiyu couldn't see it. But she didn't know that since Li Zhiyu drank most of the pot of wine from the old man in Tsing Yi, his eyesight and ear strength have improved a lot, which is different from before.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Zhiyu asked suddenly, and the girl was stunned when she heard this. He laughed alone and never made a sound, but how did Li Zhiyu know. What's more, the two are more than ten inches apart, and they feel slightly strange in their hearts.

"You dare to peek at this girl, where are the poetry books you have learned at this moment. I don't hear the son said: Don't look at incivility, don't say incivility, don't listen to incivility?" Li Zhiyu heard Zhao Qingrou's words, but it was irrefutable, what he usually learned and thought was to be courteous because of human feelings, and to act according to human nature. In addition to the Confucian lean, although the Fa and Tao schools also have a lot of experience, but the teaching of Confucianism is indeed quite insufficient. Li Zhiyu pondered in his heart, and when he heard Zhao Qingrou ask this, the scholar was stunned, and he actually began to carefully refute the relationship between the three.

Zhao Qingrou saw that the young man did not answer for a long time, she was slightly angry in her heart, and looked back at the young man, but the night was dull, and Zhao Qingrou only vaguely saw a vague figure. Li Zhiyu thought for a long time, without any eyebrows, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Qingrou. Although the night was quiet, but the girl's eyebrows, Li Zhiyu thought in his heart, so it would be good.