Xiliang Iron Cavalry

Jia Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and finally explained, otherwise his reputation would be greatly damaged. In front of such a beautiful woman, Jia Rong still pays great attention to his own image.

Ever since Wei Fu lowered his head in embarrassment, he would watch him secretly every once in a while, and they were all of the fleeting type. He put his hand on his forehead and thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't remember what was wrong with him. Attracted her, is it because I just told her a lot of customs in the future, attracting the beauty in front of me.

This must be the case. In the ancient times when brothers were like brothers and women were like clothes, what Jia Rong described could easily make any woman yearn for it.

However, Wei Fu watching secretly like this made Jia Rong feel overwhelmed. There are only two people in the pavilion. You should be upright. Where is the enthusiasm when we chatted just now? Jia Rong has a great attraction, Jia Rong vaguely expects Wei Fu to be more enthusiastic, and hopes that the beauty in front of him will take a fancy to him because of what he said just now. <The sky is not here yet. "

"Well, Ms. Wei Fu, is there anything wrong? I'm leaving." With the little girl, Jia Rong felt that he could not control himself more and more. Wei Fu's every look seemed to have a great attraction, Every frown and smile can make my heart flutter, and it has never been like this before facing the enemy's thousands of troops on the battlefield, but unexpectedly, they were defeated by Wei Fu.

When Wei Fu first heard this, she couldn't help panicking, and hurriedly said: "Let me take you with me a little bit, the general, just now I heard the general say, "This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world!" "It's really a wonderful sentence. I don't know what the complete poem is. Can the general tell you?"

Jia Rong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and said: "Miss Wei, I just said nonsense just now, miss, don't take it to heart." In fact, Jia Rong was very happy to tell Wei Fu in his heart, but he was still thinking hard. No results.

Wei Fu showed a naive expression, and said disapprovingly: "No, the little girl feels that the poems written by the general just now are catchy, and the poems contain extraordinary poetic flavor."

Looking at Wei Fu, who is full of little stars, Jia Rong suddenly felt helpless. Could it be that women in ancient times were so easy to deceive, and they could abduct one by casually scribbling a few poems. This is much easier than blind dates in later generations, " Hehe, Ms. Murphy Wei has researched poetry." Jia Rong said awkwardly.

When this matter was mentioned, Wei Fu cheered even more, "The little girl has nothing to do, so she casually flipped through the books at home."

The Wei Fu in front of her has become a standard groupie with a simple mind. In the future, she will belong to the kind of people who are sold and still count the money.

Seeing that he successfully changed the subject, Jia Rong asked with a smile, "Really? Can Miss Wei recite a few poems?"

Listening to Wei Fu reciting poems word by word, Jia Rong's clear voice reached Jia Rong's ears, which refreshed Jia Rong's spirit.

After chatting with Wei Fu in the court for a long time, Jia Rong bid farewell and left.

After Wei Fu watched Jia Rong leave for a long time, she happily put away the qin on the stone table and returned to her room with a bouncing bouncing.

A pair of calligraphy and painting hung on Wei Fu's bedside, with two lines written on it: "Clear water produces hibiscus, and it is natural to carve." Looking at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, Wei Fu showed a satisfied expression, and her frowning eyebrows were unconsciously Suddenly, Wei Fu seemed to think of something, put down the piano in her arms, picked up the bug on the table, and wrote on the rice paper. After writing, Wei Fu put the brush down, satisfied After leaving, two lines of beautiful characters appeared on the rice paper, "This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world?"

Jia Rong still got up early as usual, ran and played military sports. Maintain the habit of boxing and running every morning, which is also the habit that Jia Rong has maintained since he retired from the army.

With a sound of "poof", a three-inch long flying knife came out of his hand, piercing the wood for three points, and the tail of the dart continued to shake slightly; since that day when he surprised everyone with his dart skills in the school field, Jia Rong decided to practice hard on darts, In troubled times, the more strength one has, the more hope of survival. The flying knife was entrusted by Jia Rong to the craftsman workshop of Beidi County. There are seven handles in total. Jia Rong carries it with him. The small difference made Jia Rong not as good at using darts.

"Miss Wei came to visit early in the morning, I don't know what you can do?" Jia Rong looked at a blue figure hiding not far away, and asked silently as he put the dart into his sleeve.

Wei Fu came out from behind the bushes with a flushed face, folded her hands together cautiously, and rubbed them repeatedly, not as lively as when she was chatting with her yesterday.

Jia Rong smiled and said, "Miss Wei is passing by?"

Wei Fu nodded, then shook her head, took out a piece of folded rice paper from her sleeve and handed it to Jia Rong, and said delicately: "My little girl doesn't quite understand the meaning of this poem, please ask the general Point one or two."

Jia Rong's movements froze, and he kept scolding himself in his heart for not paying attention to what he said, and always recited a few poems when he was in the mood, but now he was accompanied by a stone hitting his foot, how could he know what poems and songs, so he bit the bullet and accepted it. Guo Weifu gently opened the rice paper in Weifu's hand, and saw a line of elegant characters. Jia Rong studied the characters of the Han Dynasty very carefully. After reading the poems, he stared at Wei Fu in front of him dumbfounded.

Originally, it was very abnormal to come to Jia Rong early in the morning. After reading the poems on the paper, Jia Rong was even more surprised. Wei Fu's head was pressed even lower by Jia Rong's sight, and her face was flushed from the bottom of her ears. of.

Jia Rong understands this poem, "Shangxie, I want to know you well, and my longevity will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder is shaking in winter, the rain is snowing in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to say goodbye to you!" It's clearly a love poem.

Jia Rong felt that his hands were trembling slightly, closed the rice paper, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Miss Wei, this poem is mainly about the promise of a man and a woman to know and love each other and promise each other; The river is exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer is raining and snowing, and the heaven and the earth are united. They are phenomena that cannot occur in nature, and they indirectly express the unwavering love of this couple. Can Miss Wei understand?"

Wei Fu nodded, and Jia Rong's explanation attracted Wei Fu to lift his head up, looking at Jia Rong obsessively, causing Jia Rong to panic again.

It wasn't until Jia Rong finished explaining that Wei Fu came to his senses, his face was like a ripe apple, and his feet kept drawing circles on the ground.

Jia Rong joked, "Miss Wei, is there any money on earth?"

Wei Fu looked up at Jia Rong blankly, and after a while, she let out a coquettish cry, turned around and fled.

Seeing the rice paper in his hand and the faint fragrance left in the air, Jia Rong couldn't help shaking his head, walked back to the house, ate breakfast, changed into decent clothes, and walked to Wei Guan's residence.

How could Jia Rong not understand the meaning of Wei Fu's little girl, but Jia Rong still couldn't let her go, that figure that often appeared in his dreams, calling for himself, and Wei Fu is now seventeen or eighteen. According to Jia Rong, she has not yet matured, but Jia Rong did not expect Wei Fu to be so bold and sent such a poem. Jia Rong's daughter got married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, so why Wei Fu still stays in her boudoir? Could it be because of herself, Jia Rong thought narcissistically.

My current situation is in an extraordinary period, and the mud bodhisattva can't protect himself when he crosses the river, so why would he want to talk about love? There is still a shadow in Jia Rong's heart that cannot be erased.

Various reasons caused Jia Rong to laugh it off, it was all a gust of wind blowing, the little girl's mind was unpredictable, maybe Wei Fu's mind would change in the next moment, Jia Rong comforted herself weakly.

When Jia Rong came to Wei Guan's residence, he was told that Wei Guan was resting. Jia Rong walked in Weifu, admiring the scenery of Weifu, all as a way to pass the time.

There was a burst of shouting, but the servants in the distance were gathered around one place, yelling non-stop, and Jia Rong quietly came behind the servants.

I saw a tall, tall and thick man standing in the crowd and yelling loudly, the distance was far away, Jia Rong didn't hear what he said, so he patted a servant beside him and asked softly: "What's going on inside? "

The servant was looking excited at this time, and he was obviously a lively master. Hearing Jia Rong's question, he replied without hesitation: "The strong man inside is Su Shuang, the owner's distinguished guest, and he is in the horse sales business. Su Shuang said, as long as anyone present can defeat him, he will give him a horse and a hundred gold." After speaking, the servant turned his eyes to the arena again.

"Su Shuang?" Jia Rong is no stranger to this person. He appeared in the first chapter of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. When Liu Guan and Zhang Taoyuan were sworn brothers, they gave Liu Beiliang fifty horses, 500 taels of gold, and a thousand catties of iron. The owner of money and strength, but then disappeared, only showing his face for the first time.

Jia Rong turned his gaze to the arena. Although it was winter, Su Shuang was wearing thin clothes. His muscles and dark face could be seen vaguely. .

A hundred gold is enough for an ordinary family's expenses for a few years, and a horse is even more valuable. The temptation is not small, and a servant walks out of the crowd.

The servant licked his dry lips, saw that Su Shuang's eyes were full of longing, and rushed towards Su Shuang with a loud cry.

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