Peerless Pirates

"You...are you leaving?" Ziyue was a little flustered. After taking a look at Song Zheng, she lowered her head. Infinite Bloody Evolution.

"Yes, let's set off the day after tomorrow." Song Zheng was also a little surprised. He finally understood why Lang Bochuan smiled so weirdly. It turned out that he was arranging a tryst between himself and his sister.

"Then...are you coming back?" Ziyue calmed down and raised her head stubbornly.

"This...will come when there is a chance." Song Zheng felt that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, and said quickly, "Princess, please talk in the room." Just after finishing speaking, Song Zheng felt that something was wrong. There was no one around him now, and he was alone. If a man and a woman live in the same room, it seems to be detrimental to the family's reputation.

Ziyue seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, stepped into the door, found a chair and sat down.

Song Zheng scratched his head and had no choice but to follow in and sit down two feet away from Ziyue, far away. The room fell silent for a moment.

Song Zheng was sitting on pins and needles, and at the same time he was also angry with himself. He had seen big events after all, and his family already had three princesses in reserve. Why didn't he know what to say when facing Ziyue?

After thinking for a long time, Song Zheng said, "Have you eaten, Your Highness the Princess?"

Ziyue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

Song Zheng was also quite embarrassed, and his old face turned red for a rare moment. However, the atmosphere in the room relaxed.

"Has your Highness published any new works recently?" Song Zheng finally returned to normal and found the topic.

Ziyue shook her head, "I have no intention of writing poetry." She raised her head and looked at Song Zheng, and added, "The love is full of love."

When something happened in the Kingdom of Shu, Ziyue certainly had no intention of writing poetry. After the internal affairs of Shu were decided, why didn't Ziyue write poetry? The reason was this "partial love" - ​​Song Zheng was leaving.

How come Song Zheng couldn't hear Zi Yue's thoughts? It's just that this feeling was too heavy and he couldn't bear it at all, so he had to say, "When the princess said it, I remembered it. Guiyuan must be full of luxuriant grass now?" He said Deliberately changing the topic, "I have heard for a long time that there is a beautiful place in Chengdu called Guiyuan, but I am busy with official business and have never seen it. Now that the flowers are blooming all over the garden, it must be a grand scene."

Ziyue cast a resentful glance, "The flowers in the Osmanthus Garden have begun to wither."

"Oh. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Song Zheng tried his best to smile, "Next spring, it will be a riot of purple and red again."

Zi Yue muttered a sentence silently, her eyes brightened, "Why are you so open-minded in the poems you recited at random? Yue'er was so sad when she saw those flowers falling!"

Song Zheng secretly scolded himself for pretending to be an image, but he said, "Literati and poets follow the images of things and chant their feelings, but it's nothing. Don't you know that flowers are flowers, spring flowers and autumn fruits, which are in line with nature. How can you treat human sadness and joy? But is it easy? Whether you are melancholy or open-minded, what is the use of dried flowers? When the flowers bloom, I admire their beauty. When the flowers fade, I admire their freedom and ease. Flowers bloom and fall, all of which are the beauty of nature."

Song Zheng pretended to be indifferent. During this period of time, he also figured out that the so-called "Gui Ying layman" was the Ziyue Princess in front of him. Lang Bochuan arranged the meeting today, so he wanted to comfort Ziyue. Now that he knew It was impossible for the two of them to do so, so Song Zheng had no choice but to pretend to be more open-minded.

"Did your Excellency say, 'The hatreds of spring and sorrows of autumn are all caused by one's own self'?"

Song Zheng was moved. That day, he and Ziyue "dubbed poems" on the poem wall, inevitably plagiarizing some poems from later generations. Naturally, a lot of Cao Dada's "Dream of Red Mansions" was stolen. This "spring hates autumn sadness all caused by oneself" "It certainly looks heroic, but the next sentence, "Who is the beauty of the beautiful face and moonlight?" is a bit sad.

Sure enough, Ziyue's eyes dimmed again.

Song Zheng secretly sighed. In terms of poetic talent, among the women he knew, only Su Chan could compare with her, but not as ethereal as Zi Yue. Since he came to this world, he has fallen in love several times. . Little did he know that a woman would become sentimental when she is pregnant with her child. She said a lot of words, just to persuade Ziyue, but she did not expect that these words would make Ziyue even more disappointed.

After being silent for a long time, Ziyue said quietly, "Your Excellency came from the east, and the couplets at the head of the river in Fengjie City, the poems in the Prince's Mansion shocked the Xia envoys, and the wonderful couplets in Wuhou Temple were like pearls. The poetic talent was the best in Sichuan for a while. At the beginning of Yue'er, there was no fashion. I was convinced, thinking that you are proud of your talent, so I sang with you on the "Poetry Wall" in order to undermine your authority. However, although you are trapped in the post house, your heroic spirit has not diminished. You are as strong as iron, as soft as water, and your mind is as open-minded as The sun and the moon are shining brightly. Yue'er is ashamed and wants to have a deep talk with you. However, you are concerned about national affairs and are stingy about it. Yue'er doesn't dare to delay you, so she can only blame herself in Guiyuan."

"This...is Song's fault." Song Zheng remembered that the former Lang Bochuan had introduced him to meet "Guiying Jushi". Although he was yearning for it, he was afraid of incurring a love debt, so he refused. Unexpectedly, This rejection actually gave Ziyue an obsession.

Ziyue shook her head, "Your Excellency, you single-handedly saved the edifice of our Kingdom of Shu from falling. You are indeed an extraordinary talent. Yue'er's thoughts before were too small."

Song Zheng was embarrassed by the praise and said quickly, "Princess Zhong Ling Yuxiu is actually Xie Daoyun of Shu, Cai Wenji, the contemporary Yu Xuanji, Xue Hongdu, who among the people in Shu would not praise and praise you? Song wrote a few random sentences casually, how dare you Compared with a princess? I don’t dare to be one, Song is definitely not as good as me!”

Seeing Song Zheng's panic, Ziyue found it funny, "You are really a great talent, how can it be that Yue'er just said a few words to make you so embarrassed?"

Song Zheng was startled, and then he realized that he was panicking and instinctively threw up the flattery for free, which made Ziyue laugh. He immediately added, "The princess is really amazingly charming, and the young man is so impressed. "

Bah! Bah! Why did you come up with such a tune?

"I don't believe it. I want to read it all over the world." Zi Yue tilted her chin up with a look of anger, which made Song Zheng stunned. The beauty of the country is fragrant, but it is a disaster for the country and the people!

Seeing Song Zheng looking at her intently, Ziyue's face turned red again, and she whispered, "Sir!"

Song Zheng shivered and regained his composure. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This Princess Ziyue is indeed too charming. She is angry and foolish, sometimes sad and happy, sometimes embarrassed and smiling. He tried to calm down several times, but was stopped again. It attracts the past and responds to the loss of perspective. Is this still myself?

There was no sound in the room again, but the atmosphere was even more ambiguous than before. Ziyue blushed and looked at Song Zheng with watery eyes. Poor Song Xiaolang had sweat on his forehead, his back was wet, and his eyes were darting around.

However, Ziyue's eyes seemed to have magic power. After a while, Song Zheng's eyes were attracted to her. Their eyes met, tasting the information in each other's eyes.

"Sir!" Ziyue murmured, "Luohua deliberately follows the flowing water, but does flowing water love Luohua?"

Song Zheng's heart was beating fast, and he replied inexplicably, "You must break the flowers when they are ready, and don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches."

Ziyue's face suddenly turned red, reaching the base of her neck, and her head lowered again.

Song Zheng's head buzzed and his body froze. What did he say?

"Sir!" Ziyue blushed and took out something from her arms.

It was a small pillow, only about a foot long, red, with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water on it.

Pillows, the necessary equipment for ladies in ancient times to have an affair! Why did Ziyue bring a pillow? Why didn't you see it just now?

Song Zheng really didn't expect Ziyue to be so bold and actually asked to have sex. This was so exciting! Could this be a love trap? Using his own daughter as bait, Lang Zhengchun was too willing to risk it.

Bah! Bah! Song Zheng secretly spat at himself twice, he was too conspiracy-minded. Who would be willing to give up such a delicate princess?

What's going on? Song Xiaolang is confused.

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By the Wanli Bridge, there are willow trees.

"Xiao Lang!" Lang Bochuan held Song Zheng's hand tightly, with yesterday's hangover still on his face. His eyes were red and he was about to cry, but he could no longer speak.

At the farewell banquet last night, Lang Bochuan was very drunk. He repeatedly said words of gratitude and even said "What's mine is yours". Men who drank too much were virtuous. It was just that they frightened Tang Zhengsu and Xue Qimeng and the other two hurriedly left. They couldn't hear some words, and they didn't dare to listen.

Song Zheng was also filled with emotion as he parted today. He was finally leaving, and it was very emotional after the twists and turns in the past few months. Although state affairs were complicated, the friendship with Lang Bochuan was extremely precious.

The scenes of Wanyan Yusheng and Lang Bochuan are very similar. They both saved the country and supported the Lord. When they left Dajin that day, Song Zheng escaped; today, it was the prince of Shu who saw him off personally, Lang Bochuan.

Who is the hero? Who is the brother? Song Zheng was also a little confused.

Someone next to him brought a wine tray. Lang Bochuan poured the wine himself and gave it to Song Zheng. "Xiao Lang, I have sent you a thousand miles, but you must say goodbye eventually. I wish you a good journey, brother."

Song Zheng took the wine glass respectfully and drank it in one gulp, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

So three cups, and Lang Bochuan also accompanied him. Maybe it was too much last night. After drinking three cups, Lang Bochuan coughed violently. The eunuch accompanying him hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Lang Bochuan pushed him away.

"Those who are sad to die, just say goodbye! Brothers, take care of me." Lang Bochuan raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes became even redder.

There were many people watching around. Song Zheng was afraid that he would lose his composure, so he quickly said, "Your Highness, you are too worried to prevent your heart from breaking. It is better to take a long-term view. Maybe I will come to Shu again soon. I hope Your Highness will not dislike it! "

Lang Bochuan bit his lips lightly and said, "Yes! You should take a broad view of the future. I am too persistent. Okay! See you later! See you later!" After saying this, he laughed deliberately.

Song Zheng nodded and tried to force out a smile, "Your Highness, please take my leave." After saying that, he lowered his head and handed over his hands, took a few steps back, turned around resolutely, and got on the BMW presented by Lang Bochuan. He walked toward Lang Bochuan cupped his hands and clapped his horse forward.

Tang Zhengsu and Xue Qimeng, the chief and deputy envoys of the Shu State Mission, also stepped forward to salute and got into the carriage.

After walking for a while, Song Zheng rode his horse to a high ground and then turned around. He saw Lang Bochuan still waving his hand on the Wanli Bridge.

Song Zheng sighed, Damn, are these good friends? It seems that his and Lang Bochuan's orientations are normal, so why did they feel a little uncomfortable when they left?

While he was in a daze, a white horse ran over from a fork in the road on the left, and immediately behind him was a woman in red, dressed as a maid.

"Is this Mr. Song, the envoy of Qi?" The woman called eagerly before the guards could intercept her.

Song Zheng turned around, "It's Song! May I ask who the lady is..."

"I have a letter to deliver to you, sir." As she spoke, the woman took out a light red silk envelope from her arms.

The accompanying sergeant looked through the letter and made sure it was not dangerous, then took it and handed it to Song Zheng. The woman didn't say much, turned her horse and left.

Song Zheng opened the envelope, and first a strand of blue silk was revealed inside. Under the blue silk, was a pink letter—it was the long-famous "Xue Tao's Paper."

There is only one line on the note: "Flowing water and falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth!"