Hearing this, Gu Yiwu said in a solemn voice: "Then how about we change the place?"

Zhao Rong didn't reply for a while.

Gu Yiwu suddenly spoke, as if he remembered something, "By the way, Ziyu, do you remember what I told you before about the origin of this Dugu family?"

Zhao Rong looked at him and nodded.

Gu Yiwu pondered and said: "It is rumored that the Queen Mother Dugu was born as a commoner's daughter, so there is no help from her maternal clan in the court now... And when the late Emperor of Dali was able to find the Dugu clan, it was rumored that there were ancestors of Dali.

I asked him to meet him on a mountain in a dream."

Zhao Rong answered: "You mean, this mountain is the Moon Festival Mountain?"

Gu Yiwu nodded lightly.

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment.

He shook his head: "No need to change, it's here."

Gu Yiwu nodded tacitly, and Zhao Rong did not explain.

The two walked quietly for a while.

The young Confucian scholar suddenly laughed and said, "Oh, I thought of them all together. It's interesting."

The burly Confucian scholar also laughed.

At this moment, I saw the front hall of Weiyang Palace in front of me. It seemed that the feast had dispersed and all the guests left in an orderly manner. However, the little emperor did not go through the door where the courtiers left, but came to the back hall and was surrounded by a group of people.

The palace ladies gathered around.

However, although the young emperor and his party came toward Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, they were far away, and the former did not see Zhao Rong or the other two.

When passing by, Zhao Rong saw that the little emperor seemed to have drunk a lot of wine.

His delicate face was full of blush, and he was drunkenly holding the tender hand of the beauty he had just sat with.

However, at this time, the two crescent moon girls beside the little emperor looked at the other maids and seemed to be preparing to take the little emperor back to the palace to rest and separate from the beautiful lady who was accompanying him.

Zhao Rong glanced at it.

The little emperor didn't seem to have any objections to this, and he obeyed obediently the Xianyue sisters sent by his mother to take care of him. So the little emperor lowered his head and looked at the hands that he thought looked good, and reluctantly let go.

"You also go back to rest, I will come back to play with you." The little emperor waved his hand drunkenly, and then left.

On the veranda not far away, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu saw this scene and smiled at each other.

Gu Yiwu sighed, "Hey, it's great to be young."

"Hey, Brother Yiwu, there's a story here."

Zhao Rong teased.

Gu Yiwu laughed and scolded, waving his hands, "There is a bullshit story, it's just a nonsense that I didn't understand when I was a kid."

Zhao Rong just said "oh" out of curiosity.

Sure enough, the burly Confucian scholar touched his chin with green stubble and couldn't help but said:

"When I was a kid, there was a big sister in the family next door who was very good at playing. After school, she liked to climb over the wall and take us to play house. It was a childhood sweetheart. That day was the first time I discovered her.

Hands, her arms, her breasts... ahem, her face... turns out to be so beautiful."

Zhao Rong suppressed his laughter and said seriously: "Then you rubbed it?"

"..."

This word rub is used in a very essential way.

Gu Yiwu snorted lightly and said proudly: "It was Sister Guo who rubbed me against me and took the initiative to hold my hand."

"Huh?"

But before Zhao Rong could ask curiously, Gu Yiwu stamped his feet angrily and said:

"That day, I played house with great difficulty. I pretended to be the groom, and Sister Guo played the bride. We had just put on the wreaths and had not yet married, but my mother came over and beat me up. Hey, you are not trying to hurt me.

Something?"

"Haha... cough, that's right." Zhao Rong covered his mouth with a smile and coughed, and asked curiously: "Then what happened next."

"What else can I do? My mother sued our respective parents. Our two families were enemies at first, but we rarely had the opportunity to play together. Do you think it was necessary to build the wall so high in the future? Birds are flying.

Don’t go there…”

Amidst Gu Yiwu's scolding, Zhao Rong smiled and comforted him with a few words.

This kind of ignorance about men and women in childhood, and the quiet beginning of love, are indeed as brilliant and beautiful as a touch of blue in the sky, but they will eventually turn into big or small regrets, remaining in the heart, somewhere unknown when and where

I suddenly remembered it that night, and I tossed and turned on the bed again.

"Tzuyu, what about you? When was the first time you held hands with a girl?"

Gu Yiwu shook his head melancholy, then turned to Zhao Rong and asked curiously.

"I?"

Zhao Rong held his sleeves, kept squinting in front of him, and suddenly sighed, "Hey."

Gu Yiwu's eyes became more and more curious. Could it be a regret even worse than his own?

Zhao Rong shook his head in disinterest, "Brother Yiwu, you know me."

He paused, shook his head and said: "Qingjun and I have known each other since we were in the cradle, and we even snatched her milk. Later, we started holding hands when we were wearing open crotch pants, and then we met Qian'er... Hey, holding hands is true.

It’s not difficult.”

Nothing.

The young Confucian scholar said with a sincere face and a little regret in his tone.

"…………"

The burly Confucian scholar: Do you think you are very humorous?

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Gu Yiwu didn't really want to talk to Zhao Rong.

Damn it, are these childhood sweethearts? How careless.

Zhao Rong suppressed a smile and apologized.

At this moment, footsteps came from behind. The two of them were quiet at the same time, calmed down their expressions, and looked back.

It's Li Mingyi dressed in a python robe.
Chapter completed!