This first autumn rain that covered the entire Northern Liang did not stop. It was as if it would not stop until the fish were drowned. Jia Jiajia and Xu Ying probably felt that they couldn't wait for the moon to come out, so they floated back to the courtyard from the roof. Hsu Fengnian, who slowly turned around, smiled softly at the girl, "There are two old spies from the Whispering Chamber in Western Shu. They will return to Beiliang in the near future. I will give you a gift at that time."
Jia Jiajia snorted expressionlessly, which was a reply that he got it.
Only those who were most familiar with this Heaven Class killer would find that her footsteps seemed to be lighter. Splash, splash, splash, splash countless fine water droplets on the bluestone floor of the courtyard.
Gazing at the young girl's footsteps from afar, the young king smiled and slightly narrowed his long and narrow eyes. His eyebrows were gentle.
When the young girl and Xu Ying closed the door, Hsu Fengnian still sat quietly on the chair. The chair was an old-fashioned wooden armchair that had been passed down from West Chu to the whole Spring and Autumn period. In fact, it was not comfortable to sit on, because the person who wanted to sit on the chair had to sit upright.
Suddenly, a happy face peeked out from the door. Hsu Fengnian looked away and winked at her.
At that moment, she smiled even more and closed the door completely.
One night watch, two nights watch, three nights watch, one night watch, one night watch passed.
Hsu Fengnian folded his hands in his sleeves and leaned back on the chair. From the beginning to the end, he looked up at the rain and was lost in thought.
Suddenly, there was a slight squeaking sound. Xu Fengnian looked in the direction of the sound and the corner of his mouth curled up.
Jiang Ni, who was neatly dressed, stepped over the threshold and passed through the rain. She stood beside Hsu Fengnian and didn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian stood up, pressed her to sit on the chair, and then squatted beside her.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the puddles of water at the bottom of the stairs and asked softly, "When you were young, besides wanting to kill me for revenge, what else did you want to do?"
Jiang Ni pondered for a moment and said seriously, "I really want to have money to buy pen and paper so that I don't have to write in the snow with a tree branch in the middle of winter. I also want to have a bigger bed with soft bedding. I want to have a lot of thick clothes. I want to eat delicious almond biscuits until I'm full. I want to sleep in …"
Hsu Fengnian couldn't help but laugh. "You think too much."
Jiang Ni turned her head and glared at him. She had answered his boring question so attentively, yet he still had the nerve to make fun of her.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Then guess what my childhood dream was?"
The little mud man tilted its head and ignored him.
His Royal Highness was a young man back then. Other than bullying and womanizing, what else did he think of?
Oh, he even wanted to bully her.
When she thought of this, she became a bit angry.
Hsu Fengnian took his hand out of his sleeve and rubbed his cheek. He said helplessly, "Maybe I've mentioned to you before. When I was young, I wanted to be a hero and have a famous nickname. I wanted to be chivalrous in the jianghu. But actually, even earlier, before my mother passed away, I wanted to be a scholar. I wanted to wear a scholar's robe and be full of strategies. I wanted to speak eloquently … "
Listening to Hsu Fengnian's chatter, the little mud man didn't feel annoyed. In fact, she didn't even feel sleepy when she went out.
Hsu Fengnian pointed at the curtain of rain in the courtyard. "Doesn't it look like a waterfall without any momentum?"
The little mud man only felt that it was strange. She curled her lips and shook her head. "I can't see it."
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Have you ever heard of a famous writer's' Waterfall Watching Song '?"
The little mud man was even more confused. "No, whose article is it?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "Anyway, I admire this scholar the most. It's a pity that you haven't heard of this poem."
Knowing that this little mud man didn't have a good impression of all the scholars in the world, her curiosity was immediately aroused. "Who is it?"
Hsu Fengnian didn't say who it was. He only said, "The waterfall of lotus flowers is green with smoke, the waterfall of bull is thunderous. Only the waterfall of nine flowers is not strange in the waterfall's spine, like a celestial being lying on his side. Its power can stretch out ninety-four thousand feet, like a Dunhuang fairy's skirt. Releasing the Nine Milky Ways of the Green Sky, like the hair on the temples of an old general past his prime. When I came, it was raining ink, the two cliffs were tight and the wind was angry. The clouds rose and the flood washed away the traveler's path … I once watched the tide and the waterfall. Under the waterfall stood a white deer. Suddenly, the man and the deer looked at each other. South Tang, East Yue, or West Shu? After that, there was an old monk leading the deer away, and then there was the deer laughing … When the words were finished, the moon set in the west, the mountains and water were boundless. I only felt the smoke under the stone bridge, and the thunder was roaring. With the wind and rain of spring and autumn, it was mighty like a river. "
The little mud man nodded. "It's quite good."
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "Right?"
Then the little mud man said, "Anyway, it's quite easy to read."
Hsu Fengnian was a little hurt and sighed.
The little mud man suddenly turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Could it be that you wrote it?"
Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes.
The little mud man suddenly said, "I knew it. It's definitely not written by you. You only know how to buy poems and articles … The most abominable thing is that you never know how to bargain!"
The young king was a little depressed at the moment.
The little mud man looked down at the side of his face and felt a little guilty. Then he said, "Was it really written by you?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded gently.
She comforted him with a serious face, "It's not bad. At least you've written a decent article in your life …"
Xu Fengnian grimaced. 'You might as well not have comforted me.'
After a long silence, Hsu Fengnian said to himself for no reason, "What is a dream? It's like a child hiding in a distance and making faces at you, and that naive and naughty child will never grow up."
Jiang Ni thought for a moment. "If it were me, I would catch the child and beat him up."
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "But I can't catch him."
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