Chapter 227: Hate due to love

‘Who is traveling on the shore, and the weeping willows are reflected in three or five?’

Spring is March, with bright sunshine and rustling wind. People's heads are huddled by the pool of Qujiang River. Chang'an is blocked by a heavy rain. The show of the royal family and the powerful people, the show of the rich, the self-pity of the small family, the self-pity of the jade, the red, purple, yellow, and green, all kinds of long skirts compete for beauty, especially the dying dance skirts of the dusk flowers, have become popular fashions, reflected in a vast pool of clear water, colorful and charming, and there are countless scholars from all over the country who come to Chang'an to take the exam on the shore. They appear on the banks of Qujiang River, either traveling with beauty or singing with wine. It is very lively.

On a sidewalk between flowers next to the apricot garden, the apricot blossoms have faded, and are covered with green apricots as big as fingers. Clusters are hung by the road, hanging on the wall, swaying in the wind, almost every tourist couldn't help picking a few and putting them in his hands to play with them.

At this time, a family of officials who were traveling in spring came from the end of the pavement. Dozens of guards guarded the two carriages. It was Li Qing's family, who had not officially passed the door. Although the two had already worshipped the world, some ceremonies still had to be supplemented. At least according to the rules of the Li family, they had to go out from the back door and come in from the front door in accordance with the rules of the Li family.

Li Qinggao, wearing a hat and a tight-fitting Hu dress, was riding on the horse. The curtain was holding his daughter and Xiaoyu. Li Jingyan sat in a carriage together. Today, the three girls were dressed in a very beautiful manner. The three girls put on light makeup, all wore high buns, wore silk on their shoulders, narrow-sleeved short shirts on their backs, and long skirts on the floor, and a bright-colored belt on their waists. The difference was only the color, which was naturally the traditional curtains were red and yellow. Today, there was another white Jingyan. The three of them had the same pink breasts and half-covered the dark snow.

A few horses came running towards him. The horses were a few young men wearing Confucian shirts. They passed by the car window, but suddenly they stopped the horses, staring at the three stunning beauties in the car. Li Qing's guards were furious and rushed forward without waiting for the lord's order. The soldiers were so scared that they fled and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Young Master, there are so many scholars today, but are you going to be the imperial examination?" Xiaoyu poked her head out of the car window and asked curiously.

"It'll be more than ten days. These young people don't know how to hurry up and review. When I was in college,"

He suddenly stopped and looked at the three girls nervously. He saw Jian'er asking the child what he was looking for, but he didn't hear him. But Xiaoyu stared at a few girls walking with her and gave them envious eyes.

Only Li Jingyan looked at him in surprise, and his eyes seemed to say, "When will you take the imperial examination? Why haven't you heard you say it?"

Seeing Li Qing looking at him, Li Jingyan smiled and said, "I heard from my father that Li Lang wrote good writing, but I wonder if he could write poetry?"

"What poems he could do are nothing more than the flowers fading and the green apricots were small. When the swallows returned, the green waters were surrounded by people. He couldn't remember them below, and I don't know where they looked?"

Lian'er seemed to have some objection to her husband. She picked up her daughter, pointed at her little hand, and complained: "Li Lang, look at your little girl. She still holds that apricot and doesn't let it go. Who asked you to give it to her!"

Li Tingyue had just been five months old and was so beautiful that she saw a green apricot that had just grown in her pink fist. It was picked by Li Qinglin from the apricot tree at home when she went out. It has been almost two hours since she pinched it, but she still refused to let go.

"I'm afraid she'll use up everything she can't put in her mouth, but she just won't give it to me."

"Let me do it!" Li Qing carefully carried his daughter out of the car window, gently pinched her pink face, put her little fist on his own palm, and plucked the green apricot inside, and smiled lovingly: "Give Xiao Apricot to my father, my stubborn little girl."

But the little fist pinched the green apricot tighter, and retracted it, babbling in his mouth, not knowing what he called.

"Come on! Let's change." Li Qing picked a string of green apricots from the branch and shook it in front of her eyes. His fist finally loosened. He opened his two small hands and tried hard to grab the green apricots. Finally, he grabbed the branch. He smiled, his black little eyes bent into crescent moons, which looked very much like her mother.

"See if you see, you have to learn to tempt!" Li Qing said to his wife proudly.

"Li Lang, stop her!" Lian'er exclaimed.

Li Qingyi lowered his head and saw her daughter sending a green apricot into her mouth. He was so scared that he took the green apricot away. Then he stuffed the crying little girl into the car window and irresponsibly urged the horse to run. Only after a long distance did he hear him chant happily: "The willows on the branches are blowing less, and there is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world, hehe! Who said I can't remember it?"

The family walked along the Qujiang Pool to enjoy the lake's scenery and took a big boat to visit the lake. The lake was full of stroke, and the three girls were a little cold, so they had to go to the shore again. Before they knew it, it was noon and they were already hungry. Li Qing smiled and suggested to the three of them: "Let's find a place that is both quiet and can also look at the scenery for a picnic. Wouldn't it be more elegant?"

He looked around and saw a small hill in the distance. There was a wall built at the foot of the mountain, and pavilions were built on the top of the mountain. The mountains were rich in forests and beautiful scenery. There were no tourists in the pavilions. Obviously, it was not common people who could enter.

Seeing Li Qing confused, Li Jingyan smiled and explained, "Li Lang, that was a small hill that was specially built for the emperor to visit Qujiang. Now the emperor basically does not go there, but it is still not open to the people. Only officials of the royal family or above third rank and family members are allowed to enter and play, so there are no people inside."

Seeing that Lian'er and Xiaoyu's eyes showed a look of yearning, Li Qing laughed and said, "Let's go there. I have the title of the third-rank founding marquis, the general of the sanguan Yunhui, and the title of the censor. How can I go!"

He turned around and said to Wu Xingsu, "You go and say hello to the man in Guanyuanzi first, and ask him to find a clean pavilion for me. If you serve me well, you will be rewarded."

Wu Xingsu took the order and came back after a moment, saying, "The man from Guanyuanzi asked the lord to go out for fun. My subordinates saw that there were several carriages parked outside, and someone inside should have gone in first."

"Let's go! Let's go and take a look." Li Qing took his group and rushed towards the hill with great enthusiasm. When he reached the gate, Li Qing left most of the guards outside to have a meal. He only brought a few personal soldiers and maids to the mountain.

Although the hill is only fifty or sixty feet tall, the trees are tall and straight, and the canopy is big, covering the sun. In addition, the mountain road is winding and the grass is dense. From time to time, you can see small animals such as rabbits or hedgehogs running out. It feels like a deep valley. When you walk to the top of the mountain, the small official who looked at the garden respectfully brought Li Qing's family to a three-story pavilion and said, "This tower is called Guanbi Tower. It was cleaned two days ago. There are more than a dozen empty rooms inside. There are all tables, chairs and gums in the room. Please use it at will. I won't disturb you."

Li Qing thanked and took his family upstairs and found an empty room. The curtain handed over the sleeping little girl to Xiaoyu. He and Li Jingyan took their personal soldiers and maids to pack their lunch. However, Li Qing walked leisurely on the outer Qujiang corridor with his hands behind his back. This was the highest point of Qujiang Pool. At the foot of the mountain was a large forest that stretched to the edge of Qujiang Pool, like a waterfall, covering half of Qujiang Pool's face, but felt more charming. The breeze blew slightly up the tree, and the breeze contained warmth, as if a woman's gentle hands were stroking her face, which made people feel relaxed.

"Sister, come here! The scenery here is better." Then there were heavy footsteps, "Dong!Dong!" sounded like a hole in the tower.

"Old Wu, can you be slower? Your sister is going to be hungry, so how can she have the strength?"

Li Qing turned around in surprise. Isn’t this sound just Yang Huahua? I met her yesterday, why did I meet her again today? Yang Huahua’s voice came from the corridor on the left. Li Qing turned around and walked quickly to the right. Unexpectedly, just as he walked together, he saw a sturdy boy running towards him. It was too late to hide. When the boy saw Li Qing, he was stunned at first, and then jumped up happily, "Brother Li, is it you?"

This young man was Yang Mo, the younger brother of Yang Guifei. When he saw his third sister Yang Huahua was bored in the palace, he took her out to relax. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Li Qing on the Guanbi Platform.

"Yes, it's your elder brother Li."

Li Qing had the best impression of the Yang family. Yang Mo was honest and simple, scheming, and warm and sincere to others. Because of this, he was not suitable for the intrigues in the officialdom. Otherwise, how would Yang Guozhong be the turn to be the spokesperson for the interests of the Yang family?

He stepped forward and pressed Yang Mo's shoulder with both hands, and thanked in a low voice: "Thank you for sending the message to me!"

Yang Mo waved his hand and smiled brightly on his face, "What do Brother Li say? This is what I deserve."

At this time, there was another brisk sound of footsteps behind him, but the footsteps suddenly stopped and did not move at all. Li Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head, turned around and saluted, "Sister Third Sister! We didn't expect that we will meet again so soon."

The sunflower at this time was very different from yesterday. She had washed away the dew, swept her eyebrows without applying any makeup, and was wearing a bright red grenade skirt with a piece of five-color brocade around her shoulders, just like a little jasper.

She stared at Li Qing blankly, her mouth was bitter and astringent, her mood was extremely complicated, and she couldn't say a word. She had known Li Qing for several years. She was the only man who made her marry, but she was the only man who didn't take her seriously. She always wanted to conquer him, but she never did what she wanted.

"Old Wu, go back to your room to have dinner with your eldest sister and second sister first, and I'll come later."

The flower of the sunflower spread the sunset and slowly walked to Li Qing, looking straight in front of him without any hesitation, "Li Qing, I have washed away all the bad luck for you now and became the original me. Do you still know each other now?"

Li Qing shook his head, leaned his elbows on the railing, staring at the blue waves in the distance like mirrors, and after a while, he said: "Your personality is as good as you want. I hope you don't compromise yourself for anyone, including me."

"Hmph! I'm just too lazy to sort it out. Do you think it's really for you?"

Yang Huahua sneered, "I just tried you, but I didn't expect you to be so stern."

"I'm sorry! I'm going back."

Li Qing didn't want to talk to her, so she turned around and left, but Yang Huahua quickly ran to him, spreading her arms to block his way.

"You promised to play with me a long time ago. Today I happened to meet you, so let's fulfill your promise!"

Li Qing sighed and said softly: "I'm so sorry! Today I'm accompanying my wife and daughter to have fun, and I'll accompany you another day."

After saying that, he turned around and walked from the other side.

Yang Huahua grabbed his wrist and said hatefully: "No! A man promises a lot of money, but you are perfunctory and unwilling to fulfill your promise. You must accompany me today."

"Let your hands go!"

Li Jingyan appeared two meters away. Her face looked like frost and her eyes were cold and stared at Yang Huahua coldly. "I asked myself that there were many women I had seen, but I had never seen a shameless woman like you. If you force others to leave their wife and daughter to accompany you, what are you?"

"Then what are you? Princess Leng! Or call you a Tubo barbarian girl?"

Yang Huahua refused to suffer any loss. She said, "I'm accompanying my wife and daughter to have a spring trip, but you stuck in the middle and even called him Li Lang. I feel disgusting."

Li Jingyan smiled proudly, "The emperor has promised to betroth Li Lang, and Sister Lian'er has accepted me. Naturally, I am his woman, why can't I be with him?"

She turned to Li Qing again and said, "The meal is ready. Sister Lian'er asked me to come to find you. Let's go quickly!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm going to faint from hunger."

Li Qing gently broke away Yang Huahua's hand and left side by side with Li Jingyan with a smile.

"Wait a moment! Princess Pingyang."

Li Jingyan turned around and looked at her coldly: "What else do you have?"

Yang Huahua hesitated for a moment, and she asked Li Jingyan in a low voice: "You are the dignified princess, are you really willing to marry her as a concubine?"

"As long as you can marry someone you like, what's the point of being a name!"

Li Jingyan looked at Li Qing affectionately, and the words seemed to be for him again. Li Qing held her hand and whispered while walking: "Did you forget how I made that night? You are also my wife."

Li Jingyan sighed happily and leaned her head on his shoulder, "Li Lang, I know."

Yang Huahua looked at their backs blankly, her eyes as if she was ignorant. After a while, she suddenly stomped her feet, "No, I want to find him!"

Li Qingzheng was eating with relish. After he came back, he did not tell Lian'er that he had met Yang Huahua, but only said that he was watching the scenery in the corridor, and Li Jingyan kept his mouth shut for him.

Suddenly, the door knocked gently, Yang Huahua reached into her head and smiled, "Disturbate you, I have something to do with Mr. Li."

Seeing that her ghost was still dissipating, Li Qing couldn't help but feel a headache. He had to smile at the surprised Yan'er, "I'll go and come!"

"Yang Huahua, what are you going to do? Didn't I say to accompany you another day? Can you let me have a meal quietly?" Li Qing stared at Yang Huahua and said angrily at the corner of the corridor.

Yang Huahua didn't say anything. After a while, she said in a begging tone: "If I am willing to marry you as a concubine, would you marry me?"

Li Qing was stunned. He didn't expect Yang Huahua to say this, but looking at her expression, it was not a joke. He suddenly felt a little moved. After a long time, he sighed and apologized to her: "San Sister, do you remember the time I accompanied you back to your parents' home? On the way, you said we were back to the door. At that time, we were all open-minded and happy to talk and laugh. I would like to be friends with you and call you "San Sister," just like last time I went back to the door, but I can't marry you, and we don't have this fate!"

"Fate?" Yang Huahua's eyes gradually burst into flames. She was willing to marry him as her concubine, but he refused to agree. She used the word "Fate" to evade herself. Her face suddenly turned red and her body began to tremble.

"Why!"

Yang Huahua suddenly became furious. She used all her strength to hug Li Qing's waist, pushed him against the thick beams and pillars, pressed him tightly with her soft body, staring at him with resentment and said, "Do you think I'm looking for too many men!"

"You let go first!"

Li Qing reached out to her back and tried to pull her wrist. Her wives and concubines were five meters away. What was she like? ‘Is it forced to marry?’

Yang Huahua felt that her hand was about to be pulled away by him, and suddenly she burst into tears with a loud cry. Li Qing felt soft and her hands relaxed again. Yang Huahua was overjoyed and took the opportunity to hug his neck and kissed his mouth desperately.

However, she slowly felt that she was not kissing alone, but a stone and a piece of cold iron. She let go of him, took two steps back suddenly, stared at him, and the love in her eyes went away, leaving only hatred.

"Li Qing! How dare you treat me like this! How dare you treat me like this!"

She suddenly bent down and shouted at him at the top of her lungs: "Li Qing! One day, I will make you kneel down like a dog and beg me!"

Li Qing looked at her coldly, turned around and left.

"Li Qing, please don't leave!"
Chapter completed!