In the early morning, a quiet and elegant courtyard.

A young Confucian scholar carrying a bookcase and wearing a jade-struck sword pushed open the gate and took big steps.

There are two jade plaques that are naturally paired around your waist, jingling.

The young Confucian scholar stopped in front of the door, turned around and looked inside the door. The already familiar yard. Through the lattice window where the bright moon is patrolling every night, you can see half of the mahogany desk he used to leaning his hands against his head under the moonlight.

The young Confucian scholar glanced at him a few times, bent his mouth habitually slightly, closed the gate of the courtyard, and turned to meet with his companions.

Zhao Rong did not wear the usual plain Confucian robe today, but rarely changed into a luxurious and exquisite robe shirt and dressed up in a delicate style. From a distance, he looked like an extraordinary gentleman.

This was sent to him by Lin Wenruo last night, saying that he must wear it more seriously today.

Zhao Rong was not sure at first, but it was not until Lin Wenruo saw him off alone and brought Zhao Rong and the other two to the ten-mile long pavilion north of Luojing that Zhao Rong knew why he was so solemn.

Zhao Rong rode on the horse, looking around, watching the more and more Luojing people on both sides of the road, especially the grand and grand formation not far ahead, a king's carriage was waiting.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly and turned his head, looking at his friends who were leisurely expressions beside him.

But Zhao Rong was just about to speak, but Lin Wenruo was blocked first.

"Tiyu, this is not something I arranged on purpose. The people came spontaneously. The king and the nobles in the city also came here. Well, I just mentioned to them a little that you were leaving today, but I didn't expect them to come."

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing.

"I don't know how long ago the people of Luojing saw someone off so spontaneously. When I went to the academy to study, I didn't have such a big attitude when I left. Ziyu, you are really envious."

Zhao Rong said modestly: "Oh, when you have a peerless face like me, you will know that this is also a trouble."

Lin Wenruo: “…”

Not long after, Zhao Rong and his group dismounted. The king of Zhongnan stepped forward to greet him. He saluted three steps away from Zhao Rong. Zhao Rong quickly stepped forward to support him, but the king called out "National Master" in a friendly tone, which caught Zhao Rong off guard.

I bet on that national teacher robe, so it is not for your national teacher.

Zhao Rong hurriedly refused, politely rejected the ardent attempt of the King of Zhongnan, and then shook his eyes for Lin Wenruo, asking him to help. After a while, he got out of his body.

In the ten-mile long pavilion, the willows were swaying. The people of Luojing who came to see each other were shoulder to shoulder, and the crowded were blocked.

After that, everyone reluctantly walked ten miles to see him off again. When they were farewell, they drank and gave him farewell wine together, and wrote a farewell poem.

On this day, the streets of Luojing were empty, and the willow branches in the ten-mile long pavilion were broken.

Zhao Rong stepped on the back of the horse, turned his head and looked down at Lin Wenruo, who was holding the whip for him, his eyes were slightly fixed, but he was shocked.

"Go away."

Lin Wenruo raised his head slightly, nodded with a gentle smile, without saying anything.

Zhao Rong turned around, looked at the north with his lips pursed, and gently stroked the white jade plaque with his fingertips.

The next moment, he rode his horse forward, no longer looking back, and the jade on his waist was crisp and jingling.

Su Xiaoxiao and Liu San were closely following, and a group of people who accompanied them would take them to take a shortcut to leave the Yulin Guards in Zhongnan Kingdom.

When the young Confucian scholar walked not far, he suddenly heard the sound of singing coming from behind.

That was the voice of the beautiful women born in Zhongnan Mountain, with clear and melodious voices.

"Why is there in Zhongnan? There is an order and osmanthus. The young master stopped and his clothes were as beautiful as a silken man. His face was as beautiful as a elixir. How could he be!"

"Where is there in Zhongnan? There are Ji Youtang. There are tyrant gentlemen, who wear clothes and embroider clothes and jade. They will never forget their longevity!"

What is on Mount Zhongnan? There are elm and osmanthus trees.

A young man came here with a beautiful and rosy shirt and a rosy complexion. He was a gentleman with exquisite jade, and he walked with him and made a sound. I wish him a long life and a long life and the people of Zhongnan would never forget it.

Dusk and evening.

Lanxi Lin Family Manor, a quiet yard that was gently closed by someone in the early morning, was pushed away by a tall Confucian scholar.

A creaking sound rang out in the empty courtyard.

The tall Confucian scholar entered the house and came to the desk that carried half a table of moonlight every night.

On the mahogany table, near the window, a folded poem is quietly lying.

At this time, we were bathing in the bright twilight of the sunset.

A slender palm stretched out towards it and slowly spread it out.

A bright moon rose on the desktop.

The breeze blew the sleeves.

The room is full of stars, flowing quietly.

""Dian Jiang Lip", presented to Brother Wen Ruo."

"Walking drunk on the railing, the aliens in the pavilion in the middle of the lake are like rain. Who can I sit with me? The bright moon and the breeze are my."

"As soon as the soulmate comes, there is a need to sing with you. Do you still know? Since I added one, the wind and moon will be broken evenly."

That day, I leaned drunk on the railings and was in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. I looked up and saw the stars like rainstorm.

Which one should I sit with? The bright moon, the breeze, me or him.

When you meet a soulmate, you will naturally have harmony when singing. If you play the piano, then I will write poetry.

Do you know? Since we met, the enjoyment of the breeze outside the pavilion and the bright moon in the mountains is naturally half the enjoyment of you and me.

I don’t know how long it took, Shi Jian was still lying quietly on the desk, and the bright moon was waiting for another bright moonlight.

But there is no one at the table.

He went to the flower forest behind the yard again.

Squatting under the tree with a red rope tied, he lowered his head and buried two pots of osmanthus wine together.

In Zhongnan, there is an ancient custom that when young men and women get engaged, they will tie red ropes on two osmanthus trees and bury a jar of osmanthus wine under the tree.

These two osmanthus trees can no longer be picked.

If a lover is not married or divorced after marriage, the red rope will be untied.

If the two are happy and full, the flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, the red rope will never be untied.

Osmanthus brew must be planted all the time, and it will be given to future generations.

His palms were covered with mud.

The wrapped cloth towel gradually became wet again.

That night, on Taibai Mountain, there was also a forest of flowers.

Under the tree that still has a red rope but is hung on three feet of white silk.

There is a purple dress.

She asked him.

That day, he hedged against Xuguan and attacked.

But why throw her dowry away?

Why not marry her home first?

She said she actually wanted to.

He did not answer.

"Su Xiaoxiao, where are the purse and sachets that you saved for me?"

"Zhao Rong, it's so lively here. Where are we?"

"Don't interrupt, what about the purse and sachets that girls who admire my appearance and talent give me?"

Zhao Rong stared at Su Xiaoxiao looking around with a stern face.

"Well, Xiaoxiao, look! Where did you go? Xiaoxiao remembered that it was placed in the bookcase, why did it disappear? Oh, where did you go? Before leaving that day, I put it with the bookcase..."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and suddenly covered her mouth. While muttering in surprise, she flipped up her small bookcase, "Sachet, purse, don't hide..."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong quietly.

"Ah! I remembered it."

Suddenly, the little fox demon looked like he suddenly realized.

"On the day you left Lanxi, you urged me too much, I... I seemed to forgot to take it."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lips, raised her head, and stared at Zhao Rong with crystal clear eyes.

"Or, why don't Xiaoxiao make you a sachet!"

The little fox demon's eyes lit up, his mouth bulged, and he was eager to try.

Zhao Rong looked at her expressionlessly.

PS: Think about it, just say something

Huh ~

The copy of Zhongnan Kingdom has finally been written. Jian Niang is the first book. Many things are being explored. The first copy has many shortcomings and some things that I feel more satisfied with. But the most important thing is the growth in the process of writing, which is also a practice for writing the plot of the story of the Four Houses of Taiqing, meeting Qingjun in the future.

So I think it is necessary to write this copy and the protagonist has also gained a lot of things ~
Chapter completed!