When the moon is clear, the sun is rising, and a ray of golden sunlight breaks through the horizon and erupts, spreading a warm light to this silver-covered world.

The snow does not turn cold into snow.

Pushing open the door, a biting cold greeted me.

Yang Chen couldn't help but shudder.

"It's cold!"

"On such a day, how can you hold a 'Dongmei' poetry meeting?"

The cold wind is steep, and the snow is vast.

Yang Chen took out a broom, swept aside the snow in the yard, and piled the snow into a pile with a shovel.

By this time, several of his friends had arrived.

Yaoyao couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Yang Chen clearing the snow.

"Brother Yang, I remember that in the past, you didn't sweep the snow, and your tenure naturally melted, what is going on today, how did you start clearing the snow?"

When these people came, they brought hot meals.

"I don't think I need to sweep, hurry up and eat something, so I can go to Xiyuan, I heard that there are many talented people and celebrities in Weicheng in Xiyuan. ”

"When the time comes, we can open our eyes and see the style and talent of talented people and celebrities. ”

"It's good, it's good!"

Yang Chen was not hypocritical, put down the broom when he heard the words, returned to the room with a few friends, and after eating, they went to Xiyuan together.

Along the way, the cold wind swished.

Yang Chen's clothes were thin, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes again and again, and several friends who looked at him frequently looked sideways.

"Brother Yang, we are all scholars, the most chic, but now it's just a breeze, how can we be like that rural villager, wrapped in clothes tightly, trembling, wouldn't it be a loss of the dignity of our scholars?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly: "It's not that I don't care about the decency of scholars, it's just that the weather is too cold, cold and biting, besides, how can you have a decent demeanor without temperature?"

A few friends, although they didn't agree too much with what Yang Chen said, didn't say anything.

All of them are not thick, and their lips are a little cold and purple, but they are all strong one by one, pretending to be chic, and even laughing nonsense.

The West Garden of the Li Mansion is located on a hill to the east of Weicheng.

The name of the hill is Tiger Hill Mountain.

Legend has it that there was once a peerless Confucian who lived in seclusion in the mountains, and this Confucian came to plant plum blossoms, and usually sat on a large bluestone next to a clear spring in the mountain to read aloud.

The recitation was a Confucian classic, and over time, it made the nearby stubborn stones nod their heads and become spiritual.

After the death of this great Confucian, he was buried in the mountains.

Soon after the burial, there was a white tiger entrenched in the grave of the Great Confucian, and the tiger roared for a long time, and its voice was miserable.

After the people near the mountain knew about it, they named the mountain Tiger Hill, and secretly said that the great Confucian who read had become a god.

Times have changed, and this former famous mountain now belongs to the family of the famous man Li in Weicheng.

Master Li is to let people plant plum blossoms in the mountains, every early spring ten, plum blossoms, thousands of purples and thousands of red, will invite the scholars in Weicheng to gather in the mountains.

This meeting is named the 'Dongmei' Poetry Club.

Stepping on the snow and facing the wind, a group of people walked on the road, and saw many scholars from Weicheng, going towards the west garden of Huqiu Mountain in twos and threes, and some scholars came from wealthy families, so they sat in ox carts and the like, and walked slowly.

"This year's 'Dongmei' poetry will be much grander than in previous years, I heard that it is the eldest son of the Li family, and he wants to make a name for Lin Shushu!"

On the way to walk, the voices of several readers were heard in the wind.

"Oh, who is this Lin Shushu, why does the son of the Li family want to make a name for him?"

"Hehe, you don't know this, I heard that Lin Shushu's sister looks like a fairy, and Li Gongzi fell in love with Lin Shushu's sister, and he wants to take her as the thirteenth concubine!"

"Got it, got it......"

"I see, I see, hahaha......"

A series of meaningful laughter rang out.

When Yang Chen heard this, his face turned dark.

A wave of anger rose out of thin air in his heart.

scolded secretly.

"Lin Shushu of Dog [Day]!"

Yang Chen originally thought that Lin Shushu's family did not let Lin Shishi marry him because his family was poor, and he was a scholar with little ability, so he was afraid that Lin Shishi would suffer after marrying into his family.

Now I know that the reason why the Lin family withdrew from the marriage was completely for the sake of climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix.

"In order to climb the high branches of the Li family, I would rather let Shishi marry the Li family as the thirteenth concubine than let her marry her as his wife, which is really deceitful!"

"The Li family is huge, and it is estimated that they also know that Lin Shishi is their fiancée, and they know about it, but they still unscrupulously want to accept Lin Shishi as the thirteenth concubine, which is obviously on my Yang Chen's head!"

Yang Chen clenched his fists, and his muscles jumped violently.

However, he did not lose his mind.

The more times like this, the calmer he became.

He knew that he was just a lonely person, and if he was killed, it was estimated that no one would cry out for him.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, I won't spare people, the Lin family, the Li family, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the green water is long, let's see, one day, I will make you look good!"

Silently reciting the heart method of Tai Chi, let your heart gradually calm down.

He believed that he had the mysterious Jade Disc of Creation in his hand, and with the endless knowledge contained in the Jade Disc of Creation, one day, he would set foot on the pinnacle of the world.

Mei Zhanchun first, Ling Han released early, and Songzhu are three friends, proud of ice and snow.

When it is early spring, outside Weicheng, in the Tiger Hill Mountain, the snow is deep and the plum blossoms, the muddy moss is decorated with jade, and the snow is even young, although it is still the same as before, but the plum fragrance is refreshing, which makes people's hearts and spleens clear.

Deep in the back mountain, the straight wall is cloudy, above the snow, embellished with the old meadow book, all like a hundred years of things, the branches are like iron, the dark fragrance floats, I really don't know the heaven and the earth, how to come to this fairyland.

The sun has not risen for a long time, and the hazy scenery in the Tiger Hill Mountain is even more beautiful, and suddenly in the depths of the plum shade, there is a long sigh, and a scribe in a Confucian scarf slowly slopes out, and he doesn't know where he came from.

He calmly walked around this valley, on the deep white snow, but did not leave any footprints, and then stood in front of a blooming old plum tree with his hands, looking at the plum blossoms intently, the clothes on his body, moving slightly with the wind, here and now, looking straight like a fairy.

There was silence, and even the slightest sound of insects and birds could not be heard in this cold valley. He picked up a piece of dead branch and shallowly hooked a plum blossom on the snow, although it was only a few strokes, but the plum blossom was proud, fully revealed.

"Lin Shushu!"

Yang Chen's teeth are biting!

He could see clearly that this person was Lin Shushu.

Tread the snow without a trace!

Lin Shushu is also a master.

It is not easy to seal the gods, and it is difficult to find immortals.

Before the scholars were canonized, many people would secretly practice immortal martial arts to protect themselves.

After painting the plum blossoms, Lin Shushu smiled, moved his steps, and walked towards the West Garden in the Tiger Hill Mountain, with a graceful demeanor, Ling Bo took a slight step, and his body shook a few times, and then disappeared into the plum blossom forest.