Great Blue Night Watchman

When the little guy turned to the last Cui Ying, Cui Ying also ran away.

In an instant, this little guy chased away all the women in Tingyuting. When he looked up, why were all the ladies missing? He himself was stupid...

Ahem... Lin Su coughed: "Okay, okay, you don't have to kowtow to the rain outside the pavilion. Since I promised your father, even if it's a trap, I'll jump in!"

Magistrate Yang's eyes bulged, what is a trap?

But Lin Su finally agreed to accept his son, could he be angry? Only happy...

Lin Su answered: "I'm going to Beijing tomorrow. I really don't have time to teach you anything. How about this? I'll go to Haining Academy's 'shu class' to learn some basic things. When I come back, I'll teach you Make up for it.”

"That's fine, we can let him learn from Baoshan and the others first..." Magistrate Yang nodded. Suddenly, he was slightly startled: "You mean... a martial arts class?"

Haining Academy is divided into two classes. One class is an academic class, with several great Confucians teaching, following the traditional imperial examination route.

One is a martial arts class, taught by a few fake literati with no academic degrees...

What was Lin Su talking about? Let his son go to a surgery class?

Did you hear that right?

Lin Su nodded: "Yes, let Yang Chun go to the martial arts class to study first. I will be away for two or three months at most. When I come back, I will test your learning results during this period. The only way to keep up with their progress is to keep up with them." I will really teach you!"

Magistrate Yang's face was filled with confusion...

The martial arts class was looked down upon by even the orthodox classes. It was a place for the children of riverbank refugees to study.

The major is where he, a son of the prefect, should go.

What do you mean? Do you want to slap my old face?

Yang Chunyi knelt down on his knees and said, "My disciple, I sincerely respect your master's teachings and go to the martial arts class now. I will definitely live up to my master's high expectations."

"Okay! Go!"

Magistrate Yang scratched his head, but in the end he could only express his thanks and leave.

That night, Lu Yi accompanied him. After some affection, Lu Yi had something to say...

My husband, although you bought the prefect's face today and took in his son, I'm afraid the prefect is a little unhappy if you let his son go to the martial arts class.

Lin Su smiled slightly: "There may be unhappiness at the moment, but in the future he will understand how important it is to take this step."

The man in green turned over and pressed on his chest: "Do you really think that the arts class is better than the science class?"

"I can't say it's better, but the martial arts class is a foundation. Only with this foundation can we be truly different."

…

Some people say that the most beautiful thing in Jiangnan is the misty autumn rain.

Some people say that the most beautiful thing in Jiangnan is the picturesque Jiuqu Yangtze River.

Of course, some people say that the most beautiful people in Jiangnan are the peerless beauties.

And Lin Su, wearing the misty rain on her shoulders today, is walking on the river flowing eastward, waiting for a peerless beauty who has been away for a year.

When I met Long'er, the sky was a pale sky of innocence, the earth was a pale abyss of innocence, and he was a useless scholar with a blocked literary world and atrophied martial arts. But today, he has a big sky above his head. The title of Number One Scholar, a man with a splendid reputation, holds the golden order of the imperial emissary in his hand, sits on a mountain of gold and silver, further shakes up the court, and takes a step back to make the world fly.

Even though everything has changed, while he was waiting on the rock, his heart was still filled with ups and downs. It has been a year, is she okay?

As noon approaches, the sky changes unpredictably, and where the clouds roll, a faint golden light shines.

Thousands of miles across the Yangtze River, the fog rises and the waves subside.

Lin Su held up her hands and opened an oil-paper umbrella in the rain...

In the river, circles of golden lotus blossomed silently, and a whirlpool slowly appeared, right in front of him...

In the whirlpool, a golden lotus rose from the bottom of the water, and above the golden lotus, a stunning beauty slowly emerged from the water...

Long'er, who was standing on the golden lotus, raised his eyes and looked at the man on the reef with surprise, as well as the umbrella he was holding. On the umbrella was a line of words written in delicate strokes: West Lake Drizzle Beside the Broken Bridge.

"You're really here..."

Lin Su smiled: "I promised you that it will come naturally. Even if the world is overturned, the promise will not change!"

"I have seen our agreement... I felt an autumn rain, I saw you standing on the reef, I saw your oil-paper umbrella, and I also saw the umbrella on it... Beside the broken bridge in the drizzle on the West Lake, with The scene in The Legend of White Snake is exactly the same..." Long Er was filled with tears and his heart was ups and downs.

"I also brought the complete version of "The Legend of White Snake". In addition, I also wrote a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions". In the next year, even if you are in the dark abyss of Taoism, at least you will have a book to read."

Lin Su raised his hand and handed the two boxes to Long Er.

When the box was opened, there were two sets of books, one was "The Legend of White Snake" he promised to give her, and the other was "Dream of Red Mansions" written by him himself.

Long Er's eyes fell on these two books, her eyes blurred. During the three hundred and sixty days and nights in the abyss of innocence, she thought about today's scene countless times. The maid Xiao Su said, Miss, don't think too much, the human race is treacherous. , he just wanted to run away that day, and he just lied to you with sweet words. You will definitely not see him when you go.

To be honest, Long Er was not firm, but today, he fulfilled his promise with practical actions. He came, and he brought her the book he promised, and an extra one, which he did not have that day. Lie to her...

"I really want to see what is written in Dream of Red Mansions, but I don't have much time... Young Master, in a quarter and a half, I have to leave you again..."

"Yes, we are destined to only see each other for a short time. Please put these away... I also brought you some things..."

Long Er put away the two sets of books.

Lin Su handed her four more demon storage bags...

This is wine, a total of 360 jars...

This is Spring Tears perfume, 360 bottles in total...

This is porcelain, 360 pieces in total...

This is soap, a total of 360 boxes...

Long Er's eyes sparkled: "Why are they all 360?" As a princess of the Innocent Abyss, she has seen many rare treasures. She is basically indifferent to worldly gifts, but she also wants to ask about this number.

Lin Sudao: "Because you won't be able to see me in the next 360 days."

The tide in Long Er's heart broke through the embankment in an instant, shattering her reserve into pieces. She plunged into Lin Su's arms, hugged him tightly, and whispered softly: "Young Master, my Young Master... Why do you want me to meet you?"

No one can answer this question.

Maybe it’s God’s will, maybe it’s the uncertainty of the world…

"I have been counting the past 360 days in the abyss of innocence. I am eager for today, but I am also afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Lin Su gently stroked her hair.

"I'm afraid that when I surface with confidence, I can only see the vast river, and the person I made an appointment with that day will disappear forever in the vast sea of ​​people..." Long Er slowly raised his head, with tears streaming down his face: "But in the 360 ​​days from now, I will not be afraid or lonely. I will have the book you gave me to accompany me. I will read it word by word and write it down word by word."

The two hugged quietly, but time passed by minute by minute...

A quarter of an hour, a quarter and a half...

Long Er raised his eyes and looked sadly at the golden lotus in the river that had begun to wither...

"The time is almost up..." Lin Su sighed softly.

Long Er cried: "I heard that there is a law of time and space under the law of heaven. Mastering the law of time and space can stop time forever..." Her voice was as soft as water, and her tears welled up silently...

"Time is always limited, and it's easy to say goodbye..." Lin Su sighed softly and wiped away her tears: "After all, I can't keep time, and I can't keep you! Long'er, go, I'll watch you leave. go."

Long'er left his embrace, but still couldn't bear to let go of his hand: "Next year, watch me come back again!"

"Next year, I will still be here! Today you and I say goodbye in the drizzle. Today next year, I will let you see the bright sun shining in the world."

She went and stepped into the heart of the river. As the golden lotus disappeared, she sank into the water. The waves flashed and disappeared. The river wind blew by, and the faint fragrance she left behind also quietly disappeared...

Lin Su looked into the middle of the river, sighed softly, rose into the air, and shot towards the capital.

Today's appointment is over, and the starting point for next year's appointment has been set. Next, he will go to the capital for another appointment - his best friend is getting married today.

In the abyss of the Pathless Abyss, light flashed, and Long Er appeared in the lotus pond outside the Nine-curved Corridor. There were tears in her eyes, but they were also filled with endless moving colors.

"Miss..." A maid with dark face and graceful figure ran over, very excited: "Have you seen him? Have you got "The Legend of White Snake"?"

The Legend of White Snake is what these maids care about most.

From the day Lin Su left, everyone was quietly speculating on how the day would end.

Even though many people have a negative attitude towards today's meeting, there are still more people who hold a little hope. In order to finish reading this beautiful story "The Legend of White Snake", they have divided their work since yesterday. A group of people are responsible for making up stories, a group of people are responsible for guarding, and a group of people are in charge... There is only one purpose, to deceive the Dragon Queen so that the young lady can set foot on the Golden Lotus alone to meet that person.

"I got it!" Long Er gently raised the White Snake Chuan in his hand.

ah……

Seven or eight maids hugged each other and danced.

"There is another book, a new book written by him, called Dream of Red Mansions."

Wow! The maid was crazy with joy.

The demon tribe's storage bag was opened, and the girls were stunned...

"Wine! This is wine... by the white clouds!" A maid said: "There is no smoke in the autumn water of South Lake at night. I can take the stream straight to the sky, and borrow the moonlight from the heaven on credit, and buy wine by the white clouds... Wow, this poem So beautiful and beautiful..."

"What is this?" Cui'er picked up a small white porcelain vase and whispered softly: "One night the light thunder fell, the sky was jagged, the peonies were full of spring tears, the powerless roses lay on the branches of dawn. …Oh my God, how can there be such a touching poem in this world? I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t stand it…”

Another maid picked up another bottle: "This bottle is the same, but the poem is different. It is dark, light yellow, soft in nature, and only the fragrance remains. Why is it light green and light red? It is the best among flowers... in the world. Poetry, I can’t do it either..."

Show me, show me...

Several maids grabbed the bottle and unintentionally pulled the cap off the bottle. A fragrance filled the air, fresh and elegant, and as poetic as a bone...

"Perfume! This is the human perfume that the entire Wu Dao Yuan dreams of..." Cui'er shouted.

"No..." another maid said: "I once smelled human perfume at the Dragon Queen's place, and it was completely different from this perfume. This perfume is so fragrant and so... it's hard to describe. I'm afraid it's not human perfume, it's from the fairy world. perfume……"

In Wu Daoyuan, without flowers, it is impossible to make perfume. In such a depressing environment, a bottle of perfume from the human world is priceless. Only the top figures can enjoy those perfumes. Among them, the one who likes perfume the most is the Dragon Queen. , the Dragon Queen was originally a human race, fell into the abyss of innocence, always thinking about the romance of the world, a bottle of perfume, is her biggest favorite, but the perfume she can obtain is nothing more than the original first-generation perfume, Lin Su's Perfume, but real perfume...

"How can these white jade objects be so exquisite?"

"And this box, the jade skin... I am not afraid of the slight frost on the jade skin, and I hate that there is no running water to illuminate the ice. I look at it from the beginning and see the first branch in the southeast for the first time. After the people have dispersed, when the snow is clear... Oh my God, these Do all the things come from the human world? Why do I feel that they all come from the fairy world? Everything is so beautiful..."

Long Er's face was flushed. Due to time constraints, she didn't have time to open these things and look at them. Now when she opened them, they were all so beautiful that they couldn't imagine...

How many worldly treasures has he collected over the past year? All given to her...

Young Master, how can you let me let go?

Suddenly, a voice came: "My daughter, what are you doing?"

Along with this voice, a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes floated over.

Several maids were shocked at the same time and knelt down: "See the Dragon Queen."

The person who came was none other than Dragon Queen, Long Er’s mother.

Long Er's expression also changed. He stood up suddenly and stood in front of a pile of gifts. This was completely subconscious...

"My daughter, have you gone to meet a human man?"

"Mother, I..." Long Er's face was red and white, and he couldn't answer.

"My daughter, there are many human men who are cunning and treacherous. There are also some who use a little talent to seduce foreigners. You need to understand that your destination is Wu Daoyuan after all, and your future husband can only be Wu Daoyuan. As a hegemonic person, please don’t be deceived by some scumbags.”

"No... no... Queen Mother, he is not a scumbag, he is the best human race, he keeps his promises, he keeps his word, and his talent is unparalleled..."

"Haha, world-famous talent? You have never been out of Wudao Abyss, and you don't know what world-class talent is? If you have the ability, ask him to write a poem. Only those who can write golden poems are called world-class talents..."

"My dear, he wrote a poem!" Cui'er said carefully, "My servant thinks... his poems are very good."

"Do you think...how many poems have you seen?" The Dragon Queen said with a gesture: "Come, show me his poems, and I'll tell you how nonsense this poem is..."

The maid handed over a bottle...

"To use such an exquisite bottle to compose poems, Jane is really wasting her resources..." The Dragon Queen held the bottle upright with disdain: "One night, light thunder fell, thousands of silks fell, the jade light was jagged, the peonies were full of spring tears, and the powerless roses lay there. Xiaozhi..." Her expression completely changed.

She was originally a talented woman in the world. She could memorize all the colorful poems in the world. These exquisite humane poems were her unique wealth. How many days and nights, she looked at the sky and recited these human poems. Let her touch her distant hometown...

Poetry, for ordinary people, is a sense of beauty.

For her, it was a deep feeling.

But she had never read the poem.

In other words, this is a new poem!

But judging from her attainments, this is clearly a colorful poem!

"Colorful Psalms! It's definitely colorful!" The Dragon Queen said, "How is this possible?"

Colorful poem?

The maids looked at each other. They didn't know the grade of the poems, but they also knew that colorful poems are hard to see and find even in the world...