Biganchun

The night rain is light, sneaking with the wind, as warm as wine.

Guanqiao Station, the lonely hall is closed in spring, and a lamp is like a bean.

Under the flickering candlelight, Fan Zhongyan sat quietly holding his breath, holding a pen and writing.Every word is carefully considered, every sentence is carefully considered, and the chapters are full of concentration.

Answer the ten things in the edict.The New Deal program is here.

... The minister heard that the politics of the past dynasties have always had disadvantages.If the disadvantages are not rescued, disasters and chaos will inevitably arise.why?Gangji dipping.The system is being cut day by day, rewards are not restrained, taxes are collected excessively, human feelings are miserable, and natural disasters are violent.Only Yao and Shun were able to make changes and make the people tireless...

... But if you want to correct the end, you must correct the root; if you want to clear the flow, you must clarify the source.The minister dared to make an appointment with the way of the previous emperors, seek the strength of the ancestors of the present, and adopt the rules of those who can do it.May Your Majesty follow the heart of the world and do this with all your strength, so that the legal system of common people can be established, and the discipline will be revived, the ancestors of the sect will grow, and the world will be blessed...

The drizzle was drizzling outside the window, and it became even more leaky. Fan Zhongyan took a break from his pen and returned to his inkstone, and opened the scroll to read again.

Suddenly there were several light knocks on the door, followed by a familiar voice coming in through the window: "Lord Fan, Zhan Zhao asks to see you."

Fan Zhongyan's heart moved, he raised his head and said, "Is it Xiong Fei? Come in quickly."

The door opened, Zhan Zhao walked into the room, put away the paper umbrella in his hand, and bowed respectfully to Fan Zhongyan: "Zhan Zhao came at night, please forgive me."

Fan Zhongyan stood up and said with a smile, "Listening to the rain at night, I can't fall asleep while holding a candle. I haven't slept anyway. You are here, just to have a chat."

Zhan Zhao straightened up, and cast his eyes on the desk: "Is your lord drafting official documents?"

Fan Zhongyan nodded and said: "The officials have repeatedly asked me about the new policy. Since we set off from Gyeongju, we have been traveling day and night for more than a month without any gaps. Taking advantage of these two days to rest here, the old man's thoughts are refreshed. Pick up your pen and ink."

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly and said, "It seems that the spring flood at Guanqiao Station has unintentionally helped your lord."

Fan Zhongyan led the crowd back to Beijing after being called, and traveled southeast all the way, so far it has been nearly 1000 two hundred miles.A few days ago, he was supposed to go all the way back to Beijing via Henan Mansion, but Fan Zhongyan never liked the local government's welcoming and seeing off, so he deliberately avoided Henan Mansion, which is an important place in Xijing, and instead went south to detour to Guanqiao Station.Unexpectedly, it coincided with the continuous spring rain in the vicinity, which caused mountain torrents and washed away a section of the road, so everyone had to temporarily stay and wait in the Guanqiao Posthouse.Zhan Zhao followed the Qianfeng camp to repair the road, and for three days in a row, he camped beside the broken road.

Fan Zhongyan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Xiong Fei, how is the repair of the broken circuit going?"

Zhan Zhao replied quietly: "I came here at this time to report the progress to my lord. I have been working in the rain for several days, and I have seen success. After breakfast tomorrow, my lord can set off."

Fan Zhongyan smiled happily: "Okay. Did you tell Chunyou and them?"

Zhan Zhao nodded and said, "I came from him just now. The Guards are already packing up their bags so that your lord can leave tomorrow morning."

Fan Zhongyan sighed softly: "It's a good intention for Chunlin to keep guests, but we are in a hurry and have no luck to enjoy it. It is only three days before we have to say goodbye to this official bridge station..."

Zhan Zhao nodded in response, his eyes passed Fan Zhongyan, and stopped on the piano table in the corner of the room, his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing this, Fan Zhongyan turned around and smiled: "This jade pot of ice was brought by the Princess this afternoon. She said that this Guqin is a precious gift from the emperor. The road is bumpy and the strings are already loose. If this continues, I'm afraid it will hurt the Qin. The old man travels in a car, which is relatively stable, and the rest of the journey will be temporarily entrusted by the guard camp here..."

He paused, then smiled and said: "The sound of this qin is clear and lofty, and I have only seen it in my life... The princess entrusted me to take care of this qin temporarily, and it just happened to fulfill my private wish..."

Zhan Zhao walked slowly to the side of the piano case, and saw a long piece of paper covering the strings of the piano, the ink was beautifully written on it, all of which were small regular script.

He sighed inwardly, shook his head slightly, but turned his head and smiled at Fan Zhongyan: "Is this Lu Shuang's piano score written for your lord today as well?"

Fan Zhongyan stepped forward, stroked his beard and said, "That's right. This song Lushuang has been haunting me since the day of Dashun City. The princess has been sick since she returned to Qingzhou, and I can't bear to bother her. It's so easy." After she recovered, she went back immediately. In the past two days, she finally took the time to rewrite the scriptures of Lu Shuang, and sent it to this old man together with Yuhu Bing today."

He smiled faintly: "In this way, the old man will be able to become attached to this song in this life. I only hope that my basic piano skills will not disappoint this masterpiece..."

He looked back and saw Zhan Zhao's eyes were downcast, thoughtful, he couldn't help asking: "Xiong Fei, you came to look for the old man, is there anything else?"

Zhan Zhao raised his head: "At noon today, I received a letter from Master Bao from Bianjing from the post office."

Fan Zhongyan sighed slightly, shook his head and said with a smile: "Bao Xiren is really sharp, before the old man can open his mouth, he has already resorted to the Golden Bell Mask... Does he want you to go back to Kaifeng Mansion?"

Zhan Zhao nodded and said, "That's right. Mr. Bao has asked the officials for their orders. After I return to Beijing, I will return to the Kaifeng mansion and take over my original position."

Fan Zhongyan sighed: "Oh, the old man is far away from the king's side, and he missed a move in chess. Although he is not reconciled, he has no choice but to admit defeat..."

Zhan Zhao slowly walked in front of Fan Zhongyan, and looked at the old man in front of him by the light of the candle.This time he joined the army in the northwest, in the past four years, thousands of machine changes, all kinds of hardships and dangers, made his beard and hair thinning, and his body was old and haggard.Thinking back to the day when I left Beijing with him, and then thinking about the years we spent together, I can't help but feel a sudden feeling in my heart.

His breath fluctuated, he remained silent for a long time, and finally said quietly: "Master Fan, Zhan Zhao has one more matter that he needs to report to His Excellency."

The voice was calm and ordinary, but Fan Zhongyan was slightly startled for some reason.

He raised his head and looked at Zhan Zhao, only to see his clear eyes, the crimson robe hanging down his body, and his mind concentrated.

It rains like beads all night, and the dawn looks at the wet place of the clouds.

Seventy miles southeast of Guanqiao Post, Yincangdu.

This place was originally a tributary of the Luoshui River. Since Nanyi Town built another official ferry five years ago, this ancient ferry has become rare and increasingly deserted.At this time, the sky was dawn, the rain was thick and the fog was deep, and there was no one at all.

The sound of hooves approaching from far away, stepping on the stone steps of the ferry, broke the silence of the spring morning.The horseman reined in the horse, jumped off the saddle, the long sword hung down his waist, and the green clothes were spotless, as if they were out of the world.

She turned back from the saddle, unloaded the bag and put it on her shoulders, patted the horse's neck, and let the mount walk away casually.Looking up at the sky, flicking the skirt of his clothes, but in a moment, he turned around and walked down the steps to the ferry.

The spring tide is pulsing, and the wild crossing is silent. There is only one wooden boat, long body and single oar, with a black canopy covering the cabin, quietly mooring in the river bend.On the stern sampan, a boatman was sitting, wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod, as if he was fishing leisurely.

The eyes of the man in green turned, he leaped lightly, and jumped onto the bow of the boat: "Boater, please take me to Gaoyadu."

The boatman put away his fishing rod and lazily stood up at the stern of the boat.He lowered his head and held the long scull against the stone platform of the ferry, and with a little force, he swung the canoe away from the shore.

The sound of sculls came from the stern of the boat.The man in green stood facing the wind at the bow of the boat, with his hands in his sleeves, and his robe fluttered and swayed beside him.

After a hundred turns of life, he finally left again without saying goodbye, leaving the love of this life behind, and from then on, he was alone, just like the beginning.

I didn't dare to think about it, but I had to think about it, what would happen to him after he knew about it?Is it sad and angry, is it anxious and worried, or is it forced to be as usual?Her eyes were hazy, her heart hurt so much that she almost couldn't breathe.

The waterway in front of it gradually narrows, as narrow as a mountain stream.Rhododendrons are leisurely and melodious, singing on the branches on both sides of the bank, and hearing it is like crying.

Come and go in the mountains, in the sound of singing and crying in the water, the infatuation has gone to the east.

After an unknown amount of time, she raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears.The light boat is quiet and slow, the water flow is slow and flat, and the clouds in the sky are rolling and unpredictable.

She slowly recovered her breath, turned her head to the stern and said, "Boater, please hurry up."

The boatman was not in a hurry, he was slowly swaying the oar at the stern, but after hearing her words, instead of speeding up, he stopped slowly.

The man in green frowned, leaned over and entered the cabin.At a glance, one can see that there is a narrow wooden couch on each side of the cabin. Although the quilt and furnishings on it are very simple, they are quite new and clean.Before she could take a closer look, she passed through the cabin, stepped out of the curtain, and stood at the stern.

The stern of the boat is about five or six feet wider than the bow. The sampan is solid and flat, and the light can be seen. There is a small stove in the corner, which presumably is the place where the boatman usually cooks.

The man in green saw the boatman sitting leaning on the side, leaning against the side of the single oar, he seemed very relaxed.She was impatient, but still reluctantly said softly: "Boatman, I am in a hurry, please hurry up and send me to Gaoyadu."

The boatman smiled faintly: "After the rain, the sky is clear and the spring scenery is picturesque. Don't you think it's a pity that you left in a hurry?"

In the voice, he stood up, took off the hat on his head, and revealed clear eyes.

The body of the man in green trembled, and he took half a step back, his crescent eyebrows were deeply drawn, and he stared blankly at his face.

She was silent for a while, then suddenly gave a wry smile: "It's strange that I always feel like I've forgotten something along the way... It turns out that I have worked so hard, but I am just pretending to be clever, and I have forgotten your ability to track and trace. The world, I want to escape under your nose, it should never be so easy..."

I thought the golden cicada had escaped its shell, but it was actually a jade rabbit throwing a plant.Helplessness, embarrassment, surprise, resentment, all entangled in one place in my heart for a while.

His face reflected the water, his eyes drooped sadly, and he could fall into the city without saying a word.

Zhan Zhao quietly walked in front of her, trying to unload her shoulder bag, but she walked sideways.

Qingcheng avoided his gaze, and said slowly: "I will not go back to Bianjing with you."

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly and said, "Hearing what you said, it seems like it's back to the time when it was outside Xiangyang City."

Qingcheng smiled silently: "Why do you need to mention the past... You know very well that today, it is impossible for me to stab your heart again..."

Zhan Zhao said quietly: "If I can keep you as before after receiving your sword, what's the matter if I taste the taste of the king's ignorance again?"

The past is like a tide, rushing to my heart in an instant.Qingcheng sighed and asked in a low voice, "How did you know I was leaving?"

Zhan Zhao said: "The return journey is a long journey of thousands of miles. I will guard your outer tent every night. How can I not know the situation of your inner tent? For dozens of days in a row, you can't sleep leaning on your pillow, sighing constantly, but you can sleep for one night. Are you safe?"

Qingcheng shook his head and smiled wryly: "It would be weird if I could sleep peacefully with such a pair of cat ears eavesdropping on the outside... So, you just played hard to catch, and deliberately moved to another place while the official bridge station was resting for road repairs." The former army, wait for action, right?"

Zhan Zhao said indifferently: "From here on back to Bianjing, there is still a journey of more than [-] miles, but after passing the Guanqiao Station, there are all major roads, and there will be many officials in the city along the way. If you do things, you will have a lot of inconvenience If you want to leave, this Guanqiao Station is your last choice..."

Qingcheng sighed softly: "Then how did you guess that I chose to leave last night?"

Zhan Zhao said in a deep voice, "The army was stationed for the past two days. If you leave rashly, I will naturally have a chance to search for you. I want to come to you to calculate the construction period. I know that the road was repaired last night, and I should leave this morning. If I find out that you have left without saying goodbye. , the army is about to be dispatched, and there is a dilemma between going and staying. With your intelligence, how can you miss such a good opportunity..."

He looked at Qingcheng and smiled slightly: "Yesterday you presented Mr. Fan with the Puliuqin, the intention of leaving is already clear, you just have to say goodbye to me personally."

Listening to his faint narration, it seemed relaxed, Qingcheng frowned, and sighed self-deprecatingly: "There are seven or eight paths near the Guanqiao Station, and you can guess that I took the path here, which shows that God's will is not fair, and it will help you... ..."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said: "This festival is not God's will, but in people's hearts. Although there are many paths around the Guanqiao Station, there is only one waterway. You deceive me that I don't know the nature of water. After thinking about it, I will definitely come here..."

His voice paused, and he said slowly: "I was still wondering just now, when you saw me appearing in the boat, why didn't you just jump away and escape far away?"

Qingcheng said in a low voice: "If you jump away, can you just break free?... With your temper, since you have chased here, how can you let go so easily?"

Zhan Zhao smiled lightly: "You're right. What's more, the me today is not the Amon of that day."

Qingcheng paused for a moment: "Could it be that...you have already learned how to swim?"

Zhan Zhao nodded and said, "Not bad."

Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and he wondered: "In the arid land in the northwest, where are there streams and lakes? Where did you learn it from?"

Zhan Zhao said quietly, "Have you forgotten the quiet lake at the bottom of the Wangyan River Valley?"

Qingcheng's voice trembled, and she whispered: "Have you ever gone back there?"

Zhan Zhao sighed slightly: "During the time you were in Saimenzhai, I was ordered to travel between Dashun City and Qingzhou, and often passed by Wangyan River. Every time I passed by, I would spend the night by the quiet lake, alone Xidi, think back to the day we were there. Once, I recalled that you used to swim in the lake, and I don’t know what it was like in your heart. I didn’t have time to think about it, so I went down to the lake for a try. Unexpectedly, even though I didn’t understand your state of mind at the time, I accidentally learned to swim in water.”

He narrated slowly, seemingly inadvertently, but the pain of separation from love and deep thinking that day had penetrated to the bottom of Qingcheng's heart.She closed her eyes and said nothing, a ray of sadness penetrated deep into her heart, and it was hard to dissipate.

Zhan Zhao approached her and asked quietly, "Why do you have to leave?"

Qingcheng opened her eyes, shook her head and said, "Since I've come here, why do you need to ask again?"

Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyebrows and said, "Are you afraid of those words that will return you to Song?"

Qingcheng was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "These four words can be deep or shallow, light or heavy, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it in the end. If there are unexpected things caused by these four words in the future, you will be implicated in the future." Inside, I am even more guilty..."

She sighed, leaned over and sat on the side of the boat, untied her bag and put it by her feet: "I'm afraid it's too late for you to go back to Guanqiao Station now, but if you go ashore from here and make a detour around Nanyipu, you can still catch up with me." military."

She raised her head, her eyes turned back, and she looked far into the sky: "Every banquet in the world will have a day of separation, and it is the same between you and me... Go back, no matter how hesitant, it will be useless..."

Zhan Zhao was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe one day, you and I can let go of everything outside of us, and leave here, like wild cranes in the clouds, without any worries?"

Qingcheng murmured: "How can you and I be so blessed... such a situation, even if you think about it, it's just a dream."

Zhan Zhao slowly stared into Qingcheng's eyes, and said word by word: "If I say that this light boat is where our dreams come true, what do you think?"

Qingcheng was startled suddenly, frowned and said: "You...you are..."

Zhan Zhao said quietly: "At midnight last night, I said goodbye to Mr. Fan face to face at the posthouse. I made it clear to him that from now on, Zhan Zhao will leave with his crown on and leave the temple forever."

Qingcheng suddenly stood up: "How could you do this? Didn't Mr. Bao already ask for the government's order to reinstate you in Kaifeng Mansion?"

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath: "That's right. Yesterday I wrote a letter and ordered the postman to send it to Kaifeng Mansion to bid farewell to Mr. Bao. After ten years in Kaifeng, the responsibility has been exhausted. Bai Yutang's role in my place is far better than mine."

Qingcheng lost her voice and said: "You...you suddenly resigned, how can you explain the reason to them?"

Zhan Zhao smiled faintly: "When I didn't speak, I also felt that it was extremely difficult, but when I said it, I was suddenly relaxed. I have told Master Fan and Master Bao that Zhan Zhao's wish for the rest of his life is to be with his beloved. People return to seclusion in the rivers and lakes, and don't ask about the affairs of the world."

Qingcheng never expected such a situation.Her body trembled, and she felt her heart surging, with mixed feelings, and for a moment, she didn't know how to deal with it.

Suddenly, her thoughts changed, her cheeks became dizzy, she shook her head and said: "You... you said that to them, and I left without saying goodbye on the same night, don't they think that you and I are going away together..."

She paused, bit her lips and remained silent.Since Zhan Zhao met her, he had never seen her with such an expression. For a moment, his mind was slightly disturbed, and he stepped forward to hold her hand.

Qingcheng felt ashamed, struggled heavily, and shook off his arm. After thinking about it, he sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly: "Forget it, I've done it myself, I fell into your trap, let the world criticize and criticize me, I can only say that I am willing to gamble and admit defeat..."

She suddenly looked up at each other, and said seriously: "But no matter what, I will never agree to your resignation."

Zhan Zhao frowned slightly: "And why?"

Qingcheng looked straight into his eyes: "Whether it's Yumao or Nanxia, ​​it's just a floating cloud outside of you. Just leave it behind, as long as you feel free, and I will never ask... But the Zhan Zhao I know, Standing upright, caring about the common people, regardless of temples, rivers and lakes, you will not follow the tide... I will never allow you to let go of your life's ambitions, hide in the mountains, and be willing to be a reckless man for my sake."

Zhan Zhao smiled faintly: "No wonder that day in the military camp, everyone called you a red-faced female hero, and even Di Hanchen wanted to give you three points. When it comes to the ambition of helping the world, it seems that you are stronger than me." persistent."

Qingcheng shook her head and said: "It's useless for you to pretend to be relaxed. I'm a weak woman, and I don't care about the common people in the world. But if you give up your original will for me, I will never let it go."

Zhan Zhaolian smiled, and said slowly: "Perhaps what you said is right. The old Zhan Zhao would not let go of the burden easily. But after four years in the Northwest, it is no longer what it used to be. At the head of Dashun City, the past is as if it is in front of my eyes. Today, my heart's wish is only the most cherished person in front of me."

He lowered his eyebrows and stared deeply, and said deeply: "Whether it's Kaifeng Mansion or Wu Pengzhou, wherever you go, I will walk with you, and I will never let you leave my side again."

Qingcheng's body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "You know that I will not return to Bianjing, so you must be implicated by me here, right?... If you stay with me, you will really be able to talk wildly, Don't you have any more worries?...You can be lenient to others, why do you push me so hard, and make me feel guilty from now on, so I can't rest day and night?"

Her voice was miserable, and her feelings were sad, Zhan Zhao felt a pain in his heart, sat down beside her, and stretched out his arms to embrace her.

Qingcheng leaned on his shoulder with tears in his eyes: "In this life, all I can give you, I have already given you all in the morning... Now, what do you still want?"

Zhan Zhao looked at Qingcheng, and said slowly: "What I want is that you can finally let go of your heart, open your eyes, and see the rising sun and setting sun, the bright moon and stars, the clear waves, green grass, and yushu blossoms. I think What I want is that you can experience the beauty of the world, the love in the world, the morning and evening, smiling with a smile on your face, and farewell to tears."

This sentence from the heart goes straight to the heart.Qingcheng trembled slightly, the relevant words in Saimenzhai's tooth tent that day suddenly reappeared in his ears.

... If you can make her smile, you can take her away, and I will never stop her...

It turned out that it was already doomed in the dark, and the three infatuations finally merged into one at this time.

Seeing her sigh in disappointment, Zhan Zhao's heart moved, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"

Qingcheng raised her head slowly, with a deep frown between her eyebrows, her eyes were like a dream: "I think of Yasu and Mole."

Zhan Zhao sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly, "This is the first time in my life that I have confessed my heart like this... I never thought that when the woman in my arms listened, I was thinking of others..."

His eyes were gloomy, as if he was laughing at himself, but also seemed to be deeply lost.Qingcheng saw the expression on his face, and a ray of tenderness and apology suddenly emerged in her heart.She straightened up, slowly raised her hand, and gently stroked his cheek.

The skin touches, the eyes intertwine, and the emotions connect.Qingcheng smiled faintly with tears in his eyes, but before he could back away, he saw Zhan Zhao leaning over, his breath lingering and approaching her lips inadvertently.

Qingcheng was slightly startled, stretched out his arms to his chest, and said in a low voice: "We are in the same boat, I will rely on you for the time being, but if you think you can do whatever you want, you are wrong."

That day in the Yanzhou Jinglue Mansion, they thought that the farewell would be the eternal farewell, and they allowed him to be charming all night, and let him get whatever he wanted.But since the return of Dashun City, time has passed and the situation has changed. Although she talks and smiles with him as usual, she is no longer so close to him.Just now that she lost her love for a moment, it also attracted his mind to float. She was vigilant for a moment, and quickly regained her thoughts.

Zhan Zhao saw that her face was blushing, her voice was calm, smiled slightly, and sighed, "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps. I'm afraid it's hard to call it fair if you make such a rule." He couldn't bear to force her, so he suppressed his feelings and let her go.

Qingcheng looked away, calmed down a little, stood up and looked back at the boat: "I ask you, where did this boat come from?"

Zhan Zhao also stood up with her: "Yesterday morning, I went to Yincangdu to check the terrain, and only saw this boat. I discussed with the boatman and asked him to sell this boat to me. I have limited time, and I come and go in a hurry. At first, I was worried that he would not give up love, but unexpectedly it was settled. Not only that, the boatman also specially cleaned up and down the boat, bought new quilt clothes, and added dry firewood and white rice. The matter was so smooth, it is true It was unexpected."

Qingcheng shook his head and said: "The business at the ferry is deserted, and the boat owner wanted to let go... You agreed as soon as you agreed, and the offer was generous, and you didn't ask for a bargain.

She spent all her time last night and this morning, planning to leave in a hurry, but Zhan Zhao is in control of everything, and the anger in her heart is hard to get rid of for a while, but at this moment, her joking words are like pearls, and they are full of ridicule.

Zhan Zhao said with a smile: "If I had known this, I should have invited you to come with me yesterday. I think I would not have given up everything for this wooden boat, and now I only have a Zhanlu on my body."

Hearing what he said, Qingcheng couldn't help but lower her eyebrows and smile.Her light clothes are reflected in the blue waves under the boat, floating around like clouds and smoke.

Zhan Zhao looked at each other quietly, only feeling that the rest of his life's wishes were fulfilled here.

He silently expressed his feelings, and said in a low voice: "In the past, Fan Li and Xi Shi retired from their careers and spent their time in the mountains and rivers. How lucky am I to be able to take you on the same boat today... Why don't we follow the example of the sages and go all the way to five How about going to the lake?"

Qingcheng glanced at him, shook his head and said: "Don't you forget that Fan Li came out of Gusu west and turned into a barbarian skin. He was originally rich and incomparable. He is in the same boat with beauty, which is a good story in the world. Now you have nothing left, and I have nothing left. If we only rely on the firewood and rice on the boat, I am afraid that we will not be able to support the five lakes."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "I have already made arrangements, so why worry about it. Look, what is this?"

Qingcheng followed his gaze, and saw two fishing nets hanging on one side of the stern, with thousands of knots in the black threads, trembling in the wind.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised.Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "Do you know that Jiang Ping is one of the Five Righteousnesses of Zikong Island. He is the fourth elder brother of Bai Yutang, who is called Fanjiang Mouse by people in the Jianghu. The fishing skills are even more superb. He taught me some tips back then, and I should be able to remember seven or eight points after careful recollection. This clear stream is like practice, and there must be more delicious food. I am confident that I can catch every day, except for you I need enough to satisfy my hunger, so there should be some surplus..."

He stared at each other, and said slowly: "Clear water and clear wind, above the river and stream, the fishermen sing late, and the swallows return to the setting sun... What do you think?"

Qingcheng stood there in a daze, silent for a long time.

... The king is a fisherman, the concubine is a fisherman, a net becomes a pair, and there is no need to miss home again...

I have heard, where is the song?

It finally came true, my own story.

Finally, she gave a wry smile, and murmured: "Half a lifetime is ridiculous, there is nothing more ridiculous than this... Anyway, since you have this intention, why do I have to worry about... I wonder if the kung fu that I practiced tencel back then can also be used to mend fishing nets?" ..."

She turned around and stood sideways, raised her head, her blue hair hung down her shoulders, and prayed to the sky.

"By heaven, please forgive Suguang for being self-willed today, and falling into this unreasonable love again..."

Feiyun was interested, Chunlin was silent, and suddenly fell all over the sky.The slanting wind and drizzle gently fell on her face, melting the tears in her eyes, gathering a gentleness.

She turned around quietly, took up her clothes and faced the water, and threw the silk shoes on her feet into the stream at will.Pulling up the sleeves Lingfeng, standing barefoot, stepped on a pair of clogs in the corner of the sampan, raised his hand, took off a pair of coir raincoats on the head of the sampan, and draped them on his shoulders.

The green coir raincoat covers the old clothes, and the shoes are like frost on the feet.

The two look at each other, neither is what it was before.

Zhan Zhao looked at her with a smile, picked up the long oar again, touched the bottom of the stream lightly, and guided the boat to clear the stream.

Red Polygonum floats, emerald trees and gulls cross a flat boat with one pole.

Feeling infatuated, it is better to go back and rest if you stand by the king.

The author has something to say: the opening chapter of Master Mao and Suguang's return journey.Xiao Zhou passed away, and Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life.