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Lang Zi Qing was not a talkative person, but every time he spoke a sentence or two, he spoke with understanding and straightforwardness. These people were not ordinary people who adhered to etiquette, so they naturally had a good conversation with each other.

When the three of them talked about the place where it started, the Lu Mansion also drank some wine. He did not refuse or say if this was something that had happened to him. After taking a big gulp of wine, he said: "He was once a white-faced scholar, and his stomach was full of sour taste. He spent the entire day reciting poems to his enemies, yet he still felt happy to live in his own world. He also knew a little martial arts, but felt that it was useless. He would be able to be lazy whenever he was lazy. In the year of the war, he fled with his family and met an old man. "

Hearing this, Lu Zi Nuo thought that it was a story of meeting a strange person.

"That old man sells wild vegetables. He said that they were all dug up from the mountains, and that they were very fresh. In those days, it was good enough for wild vegetables to be surprised by him." "Lang Zi Qing caught a glimpse of Lu Zi Nuo's expression and he could guess what she was thinking, but he didn't mind her smile at all. Not many people actually went to buy it. He moved forward, but was pulled back by someone, and said that you'll understand in a moment. "

"He got curious and waited there. Not long later, he saw a few officials who were not far away from him. They were all yellow and skinny, and looked like they were hungry but had very different complexions. "The officials came over to take away the old man's vegetables. The old man only protected him for a symbolic purpose, before handing him over. Those people then left while cursing, and even gave the old man a push before they left."

"Symbolic?" Lu Zi Nuo suddenly perked up and tilted his head as he asked. Liu Zhen Yang's interest was also raised, as he stared at Lang Zi Qing, wanting to know the answer.

"He only found out later. This was the usual drama of that place, where the government lived on the backs of the commoners. But who were the commoners to live on? He didn't understand, so he could only help the old man up and ask him what he wanted to do. The old man bitterly smiled as he looked up and said, "What can I do? I'm already used to it."

"He stayed in that place for half a year. That old man became so sick that he could no longer go into the mountains to dig wild vegetables. However, those officials would come every few days. Everyone knows that it's because his family only has a single lonely old man, so they can easily bully him. "

"That old man died on the mountain. Before he died, he thought that if he dug up enough wild vegetables, he would be able to live a few days in peace."

When it came to emotions, Lang Zi Qing's way of addressing him seemed to have forgotten everything. His sharp eyebrows knitted together, "And he is actually powerless to do anything."

Lang Zi Qing raised his eyes and looked at the starry sky, he looked down and saw Lu Zi Nuo's sullen face, and wanted to comfort him, but he did not know what to say. With a loud laugh, he turned all the pain into wine, "Come, drink!"

Some people had asked him why he wanted to steal, and at that time he had raised his head and pretended to be deep. In the end, he had forgotten why, but he would always remember those officials who had died at the hands of the officials instead of in the war, and those officials who were rich and did not care about the lives of the people.

Liu Zhen Yang and Lu Zi Nuo could not even remember what he said after he finished drinking. On the second day, when Lu Zi Nuo woke up, Lang Zi Qing was nowhere to be seen. There was a piece of paper on the stone table, and he was holding onto it with his dagger.

After meeting Lang Zi Qing, Liu Zhen Yang went back to the nativology, all the way until the next month.

It was already the middle of summer, and there was a trace of coolness in the air. Inside the coolness, there was even a slight plum fragrance, which made Lu Zi Nuo feel really good, as he stayed in the room, reading a book.

"Zeno!" I've read a good poem today! "

Liu Zhen Yang entered from the outside, and although he was excited along the way, Lu Zi Nuo was reading the book with his eyes shining, he did not hear a thing.

The study room had already been filled with many books. Lu Zi Nuo circled around and around the pages of these books, not even realizing that he was rubbing ink on his face, his eyes shining like a dog looking at a piece of meat. When he saw it, Liu Zhen Yang felt a chill in his heart.

Liu Zhen Yang laughed, "Why are you looking at all these? There's an innumerable amount of words regarding Lang Zi Qing, but they're all nonsense, so you don't have to be afraid that he'll come and hit you."

"No!" Although Lu Zi Nuo said that, his eyes shrunk and he secretly stuck out his tongue, "If you want to fight, you have to hit them first …"

Lu Zi Nuo's personality was just that although he looked young and mature, he actually had a lot of impulses. However, she had more perseverance and determination than his peers, so he had to do whatever he wanted to do to the end.

There was a lot of talk on the market, but most of it did not depict the heroic style. I feel that Lang Zi Qing is different from what they said.

She did not interact much with Lang Zi Qing, and only did so with her passion and blood. Even though she knew that there would be no reward for doing this, and if she was discovered by others, it might cause her to be in trouble, but she felt that if she did not say it, she would be letting down the people that Lang Zi Qing had saved before, and she would be letting down Lang Zi Qing.

Liu Zhen Yang laughed: "I've come to give you a good poem, looks like you're not interested." With that, he made as if to leave.

"No, let me take a look." Lu Zi Nuo immediately put down the book in his hands, and jumped up to pull his sleeves.

Liu Zhen Yang handed over a silk cloth. It did not look like an original one, but a hastily copied one.

When Lu Zi Nuo read these words one by one, he could not help but recite them out loud, "People move tens of thousands of miles away, with the intention of entering a single cup. I am only worried about the future, and how good the wind will be when I open the sails. "

When he finished reading, his eyes couldn't help but light up and he smiled at Liu Zhen Yang, "This poem is precisely the work of the poem's crazy Bai Mo Han."

"It's him! I think I have met him before at Peizhou!"

"Really? We have known each other for a long time, but we have never met. "

While the two of them were conversing, Di Xian walked in and brought a name scroll.

Lu Zi Nuo opened his eyes and laughed: "Brother Zhenyang, please look!"

When Liu Zhen Yang took a look at it, he was also delighted. The name on the name scroll was actually Bai Mo Han.

After a moment, Di Xian led a person in.

This person … He was a little too heroic, and even unwittingly revealed a bandit's aura. His eyebrows were long and eyebrows were at the temples, and both of his eyes were haughty. Liu Zhen Yang was stunned.

Lu Zi Nuo was also stunned. It was difficult to compare the person in front of him with that young man's beautiful hair that was by the side of the Cyan River.

Bai Mo Han smiled slightly: "It's just dyed black, so how can I not recognize you?"

After taking another careful look, Lu Zi Nuo clasped his hands together, "Today, Brother Mo Hou is in high spirits, and no one can bear to look at him directly."

The three of them smiled as they sat down.