West of the city, Zhenwu Mountain, falling stars.

The scorching sun is rising, exposing the square in front of the palace.

Hundreds of blue-clothed Taoists were neatly distributed in the center of the square, and the seven-foot heavy sword was as tall as a person, and it was already extremely heavy when they looked at it, but the hands of these Taoists were like wooden willows, wielding them vigorously, and the wind made air currents sweep up dust. Sometimes leaping, sometimes chopping, the movements are uniform.

"Da Da Da..."

On the mountain road, a young woman dressed in a plain apricot blossom dress hurried into the square and came to the front and bottom of the temple gate.

"Old Xue, something happened. ”

The half-old Taoist who was supervising in front of the main hall seemed to have a premonition, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The woman took a few steps forward and said in a whisper: "Xia Xun and Mo Xian had lunch at Yangchun Noodle Restaurant in the south of the city, Yu Youran and Mo Yan passed by in the carriage of Hanlin Academy, lifted the window screen and looked at the two of them for a moment. Half an hour later, Xia Xun and Mo Xian left Yangchun Noodle Restaurant and drove their horses into the official road and went straight to Beicheng. ”

"Just two?"

"Yes. ”

When the half-old Taoist heard this, his old face suddenly darkened: "Tsk, these two people really can't make trouble for a day." ”

"Elder Xue, the Holy Ancestor has an order to keep an eye on this group, do we have to make arrangements?"

"Well, let me think about it. ”

The half-old Taoist thought for a moment with a calm face, and then took out a gold-lacquered Xuanwu token from his arms and handed it to the woman.

The woman took a few steps forward and took the token with both hands.

"You act on the opportunity. ”

"The disciple understands. ”

"Go ahead. ”

The woman bowed, and then walked down the cliff with a sharp stride.

After the two pillars of incense, eleven gale horses rushed out from the north pass of Zhenwu Mountain, all the way to the official road around the city, and went north.

Cheng.

The tower is sky-high, straight into the sky, with no end in sight.

Looking at the inside and outside of the imperial city, the pavilions are strangely handsome, the carriages and horses are endless, the roads are flourishing like branches and stems, and the four cities and eight directions return to the central Taihe. Two red-flame and red-hoofed horses led the nine curves of the Yunhe River, briskly sweeping on the main official road in the north of the city, and the light blue flag ribbon fluttered, forming an undulating and orderly water pattern. A few carrier pigeons, which are not easy to spot, fly among the clouds, and an eagle hovers higher in the clouds. The fierce light was condescending, as if he wanted to take away an ignorant bird while he was unprepared.

The dark tide is hidden in the breeze, which makes people faintly smell a hint of strangeness.

The storm may just be a blink of an eye.

"Royal..."

The red horse led the car, went around a few bends, and traveled into the valley of the Hanlin Temple.

In front of the mountain gate, the coachman of the royal horse tightened the reins and parked the carriage where it came. The curtain was lifted, the hat was held in white yarn, and the two girls stepped off the carriage one after another. At this time, the Confucian scholars who were surrounded in front of the gate of the Hanlin Courtyard had already dispersed, and only a few people were left to enter and exit occasionally, the bright red silk rose to the corners with the wind, and the unopened silk scroll was still lying quietly under the stone pillar on the right.

Birds leap on maple branches, and flowing water supports fallen leaves.

The white clothes were elegant, one after the other, and in the suspicious eyes cast from time to time around him, he slowly returned to the small building in the backyard without saying a word.

Finally, gently close the wooden door...

"What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?"

“......”

The viewer is suspicious and puzzled.

For the woman wearing a white gauze hat on her head, many Confucian scholars in the Hanlin Academy had a feeling of awe. She studied under the Pure Yang Taishang Palace, and was a closed disciple who had been carefully cultivated by the Great Arithmetic Master for twenty years, and her computing power was so against the sky, just looking at the layout of her Yueyang Battle and her indifference when she took revenge on Xia Yuan a few months ago. She has been in the Hanlin Academy for several months, and during this time she has not stepped out of the backyard building, and today is the first time she has left, and it is also the first time she has walked out of the Hanlin Academy. However, after a few hours, except for the couplet at the archway of the mountain gate, she did not bring any trouble, which made people very confused. Because, no one will believe that she really just went around the north and south cities of Chang'an, and after the circle, she came back.

The forest covers the towers, the pavilions are quiet, the mountain walls are undulating, and the eaves are warped.

On the southwest side of the Hanlin Courtyard, there is a small lotus pond and a small pavilion by the pool.

Inside the pavilion, a middle-aged man sitting fishing at this time. He had long hair and waist-length hair, was dressed in a gray-white Confucian robe, and a handful of emerald green bamboo slips were placed on the table. Compared with the lofty aura when he was in Yueyang, Yu Guanchuan now looks much thinner, and his pliable cheeks are slightly sad. Or because Yue Yang said goodbye and no longer had a confidant to drink, the green tea on the coffee table had already been cold, and he never took a sip.

"Goo~"

Sadness is faintly brewing vicissitudes.

The breeze brings up the lotus leaves to sway slightly.

The delicate plum blossom fish floats and sinks into the water slowly, and there should be a fish hooked. However, Yu Guanchuan did not rush to lift the fishing rod, he quietly watched the ripples of the fishing line swaying on the water surface, and looked very attentive, as if he was thinking about something. The coolness brought by the wind gradually faded away, and the fish drifted deeper and deeper. The fishing line was gradually tightened into a straight line, pulling the fishing rod into a curved bow, and constantly swaying the branches, but Yu Guanchuan still had no intention of lifting the rod. Holding each other like this, for about half a stick of incense, there was a sudden startled restlessness in the study building of the Hanlin Courtyard in the distance...

"He's coming!"

"Look, there's a play. ”

"Yo yo yo, they actually dare to come to the Hanlin Academy?"

"Could it be that this lianzi is waiting for him?"

"Knock~"

"Wow~"

The agitation is getting louder...

Frightened, the tight rod trembled violently, and with a pop, a fat silver carp jumped out of the water with a snow-white spray. At this moment, Yu Guanchuan's right hand grasped the fishing rod without a trace, and lifted it lightly! The silver carp jumped into the air and had nowhere to borrow its strength, and the fishing line was pulled, and with a "boom", the fat silver carp was easily dragged to the shore along the fishing line and fell heavily into the mud by the pond. Gently pull the line to pull the fallen fish to your side, remove the hook, and throw the fish into the basket. Yu Guanchuan's slightly sad gaze also slowly shifted from the water surface of the lotus pond, which was gradually returning to calm, to the mountain gate of the Hanlin Academy.

At this time, many Confucian scholars with surprised expressions had gathered at the mountain gate of the Hanlin Academy.

Different from the morning, most of the Confucian students gathered at the mountain gate today have a mentality of watching a play...

Because, someone is coming.

The people who came were very interesting.

"Click..."

Look to the southwest...

From a distance, the southwest section of the official road connecting the mountain gate is running two jujube red horses.

In the green mountains and green waters, the clothes of one black and one green on horseback are particularly eye-catching and particularly amazing. Who is coming, the viewers know one after another. After all, the rumors about them in the past half a month have already made people hear the cocoon, whether they believe it or not, and the owners of these two clothes are already the current figures in Chang'an, Kyoto. Many Confucian scholars who had doubts before also woke up from this, and finally understood what the unfathomable girl in the backyard was writing such a couplet on the door of the Hanlin Courtyard this morning. At the same time, he couldn't help but deepen his awe for her.

She's fishing.

"Dada~"

"Royal ~"

The visitor ran to the mountain gate, and the horse stopped and the man turned over and landed, and then tied the reins to the branch of the maple tree by the roadside.

Looking back from afar, looking inside and outside the valley, between the platforms and pavilions, in front of the paths and alleys, a lot of eyes have been poured into the mountain gate in the Hanlin Courtyard. There are far and near, there are many and there are few, and they all stop their steps or hand movements. Quietly, jokingly waiting, a big show.

"Awesome. ”

“......”

In front of everyone's eyes, Xia Xun and Mo Xian both seemed a little uncomfortable, and they always felt a little like being seen as monkeys. When his gaze moved down, and when he saw the bright couplet on the left side of the archway of Hanlin Courtyard again, Xia Xun's flat expression was suddenly surprised, and then he set off a helpless laugh.

"This crazy woman is amazing. ”

"Why?"

Xia Xun didn't answer in a hurry, he was holding a wooden box for packing meals in one hand, and as if no one was around, he walked past a few Confucian scholars who stopped in place, walked to the stone pillar of the archway on the left, and gently stroked the handwriting on the red silk with his free left hand. The ink was sticky and a little wet, and it was immediately dyed black and half of his fingerprints, and Xia Xun knew it at the moment. Looking back, Mo Xian smiled and said: "The handwriting is hidden in the edge, and the handwriting is arrogant like a proud and cold plum on the vast snow-capped mountain, and the only one who can write this connection is the crazy woman." The weather was hot, but the ink of this couplet had not yet dried, and the eight achievements were written in the morning. She is sure that she has eaten her bait, and your fish will definitely follow, do you say it is amazing?"

“......”

Mo Xian casually looked at the couplets pasted on the stone pillar, the eleven words of the delicate were concise and concise, not profound, and Mo Xian had already understood its metaphor after a moment of consideration. Then casually looked into the Hanlin Courtyard, and glanced at the Confucian students who went to the platform pavilion and the laneway path, and he probably knew the situation here without Xia Xun reminding him. The so-called Wen Wu Wu Wu Wu is the second, the Hanlin Academy is the ancestral court of the literati in Northern Xinjiang, and Xia Xun that Zhang Guo is recommended by Wentian, and Wentian Hanlin has always been incompatible. Now that Xia Xun is here, you have to bow first when you enter the mountain, and if you don't bow your head and think about this door, it depends on whether you have the ability or not. Thinking of this, Mo Xian put his eyes on the roll of red silk placed on the ground under the stone pillar on the right: "This is Xia Ma Wei." ”

"Isn't it just a dismount?" Xia Xun said teasingly.

"What do you think?" Mo Xian asked coldly.

Ignore Mo Xian's question. Xia Xun bent down and wiped the black ink on his fingers with a piece of grass, looked up slightly at a few Confucian scholars who were watching the play nearby, and asked with a playful smile: "Big brothers, are you waiting to watch the play?"

"Huh?"

"Hehe..."

The Confucian scholars standing on the side obviously didn't expect Xia Xun to suddenly go crazy, and he turned his words on them. I didn't know how to respond for a while, so I glanced to the side as if I hadn't heard anything. Seeing that people had nothing to say, Xia Xun was not bored with himself, turned his head to look at Mo Xian, and answered the question with a smile: "Senior brother, these big brothers are waiting for us to start the show." But in fact, you are the protagonist today, and I am just helping you match it. It's useless to see what kind of play this play is going to be, and it depends on what you say in the end. ”

"What do you think, what can you say?" without any nonsense, Mo Xian asked directly.

Xia Xun didn't talk nonsense, and responded directly: "Look at it horizontally, and become a leader on the side." ”

The words are very winding, but there is a deep meaning in the words, and the word "collar" and the word "feng" Xia Xun specially bite the words. This front is not the other peak, and this collar is not the other ridge, which is intriguing. After messing with Xia Xun for a long time, Mo Xian immediately understood what Xia Xun wanted to express, and said coldly without thinking: "Look sideways." ”

"Are you sure you want to look sideways?"

"Questions?"

"Well, let's take a look first..."

Xia Xun raised his hand, and made a gesture of invitation towards the Yuheng Courtyard as if no one was around, and continued jokingly: "Since the senior brother wants to look sideways, we will understand the big gift of the crazy woman today, don't care about her so much." The road is facing the sky, let's go to the side, senior brother, please. ”

"Let's go?"

“...”

The surrounding Confucian students were stunned when they saw this, they obviously didn't understand the meaning of Xia Xun's hidden poem, and they thought that these two people didn't know the couplet on the stone pillar. One of the Confucian scholars, who was closer to the mountain gate, couldn't help but shout: "Eh, don't you understand the meaning of Lianzi?"

"Hey, hey, hey, call you two, and go?"

Mo Xian walked into the mountain gate, Xia Xun followed, and reminded in a low voice, "Senior brother, don't pay attention to it, just take the wind in your ears, just go." ”

Mo Xian remained silent and nodded silently.

The two of them crossed the archway of the Hanlin Courtyard as if no one was in front of everyone, and walked towards the Hanlin Courtyard in diameter. Now, it really dumbfounded those who are not afraid of big things with excitement. Seeing Xia Xun and Mo Xian behaving like this, they really don't take the couplets of the mountain gate as the same thing?

"Looks like it's been broken..."

"It's not broken. ”