Surrounded by dozens of peach trees, with flower buds, it is like a beautiful painting.

But the line of sight shifted a little lower, and the raised tombs on the bulging open space on one side seemed a bit disgusting.

A man with a fluttering lace in front of the grave was staring at the grave in front of him.

"The Tomb of the Beloved Wife Jiu Niang."

There are a few big words written on it, and the signer is him.

But Lu Chensheng knew that the signer was not him. He spent a while to understand his situation and knew that he had traveled through time.

A specious ancient world.

The man in the grave is his predecessor's wife. Before the two got married, Jiu Niang died of illness due to overwork.

The former, who had no support, also fell in front of the grave shortly after Jiu Niang passed away, and Lu Chensheng, who had traveled through, occupied this body.

He planted the peach trees around him, because Jiu Niang likes peach trees very much.

In other words, my predecessor wrote several famous peach blossom poems, and Jiu Niang, who loved the house and the Wuxia, also liked peach trees very much.

Lu Chensheng promised to plant peach trees next to their residences. At that time, Jiu Niang would see peach blossoms every day and could eat peaches in July.

But half of the peach tree was planted, but the person left, but Lu Chensheng was still planting peach trees because Jiu Niang liked it.

Chu briefly understood the situation of his predecessor, and Lu Chensheng looked at the grave with a little complicated look.

Although it occupied this body, this trace of obsession was left to him.

If you don’t plant a few peach trees every year, you may not be able to do so. This is the obsession left by your predecessor.

Lu Chensheng sighed and looked at some pens and ink on the side, and a few letter papers for his deceased wife.

After thinking a little, Lu Chensheng took the brush and ink and floated on the paper with a flowing font.

"The spring comes late late, and it is known before the flowers. Peach trees grow every year, and bloom when the heartbroken."

No fire notes were found around him, which made him unable to burn them to Jiu Niang underground. Lu Chensheng picked up a small stone and pressed the paper on the tombstone, allowing the paper to blew by the light breeze.

After cleaning up gently, Lu Chensheng turned around and walked towards a thatched hut by the river.

There are some insides on the banks of the river, and there is a pool like a small lake, where the thatched hut is built.

This is the thatched hut built by Lu Chensheng who spent some money to ask someone to build. Jiu Niang made some embroidery in such thatched hut at that time, and sold it for some money to support her predecessor to pass the exam for scholars.

Seeing this thatched hut, the beauty seemed to be right in front of her, which made Lu Chensheng's reflexive heart a little painful.

Pressing down some obsessions in his heart, Lu Chensheng walked aside and slapped some water to wash his face.

A very handsome face is reflected in the clear water. A pair of sword eyebrows are combined with a pair of star eyes. The face is like a jade-like man, and he looks like a young man who is unparalleled in the world. If you put such a peerless handsome man in modern times, you can attract countless fans if you show your face on the video.

He was pretty. If this person wasn't him, Lu Chensheng would have been jealous of who could have looked like this.

After cleaning, Lu Chensheng walked into the thatched cottage, and the things in the room were very simple.

There was a quilt on one bed, but the cotton inside the quilt had become blocks and looked a little stiff.

Below are some straws covered with a layer of black cloth, even if they are bed sheets.

When I opened the rice jar, there was a thin layer of white rice that had already bottomed out.

Seeing this scene, Lu Chensheng rubbed his forehead with a headache. He had just come over here, afraid he would starve himself to death?

According to memory, it seems that I have no money left, so this is the only little food left.

His stomach was already rumbling. Lu Chensheng made some rice and barely cooked a bowl of porridge in the worn iron pot beside him.

He didn't dare to cook all the rice. It was necessary to leave some food rations when he didn't know the surrounding situation very well.

After drinking a bowl of porridge full of soup, my stomach finally stopped rebelling.

Lu Chensheng thought for a while and prepared to go out to learn about the nearby city, and on the other side.

The little stone that pressed the letter paper was now thrown down by the blown letter paper. The letter paper drifted away with the wind and actually stumbled to the edge of the road.

A carriage was just about to enter the city, and seemed to be resting.

The letter paper accidentally fell on the side of the carriage.

"Hey, is this paper and ink from there?"

When the maid saw something on the paper, she immediately looked at it with curiosity.

But she was illiterate but couldn't recognize what she wrote. In the carriage, her jade hands slowly opened the curtain.

"If you have enough rest, go to the city so that your uncle won't be anxious."

It seemed as if the sound of a clear spring dripping jade sounded, and it was just a sound that made people feel that the owner of this sound was definitely an extremely gentle person.

The maid nodded when she heard this, but quickly handed over the paper and ink in her hand.

"Miss, I didn't know where the paper floated just now, and there seemed to be a poem written on it."

poetry?

Hearing this, Ren'er was slightly stunned, and then he felt a little excited.

In this era when poetry is extremely prosperous, no matter how good or bad the poetry is, people will want to taste its taste.

Carefully take the paper, and then put the curtain down.

The maid was waiting anxiously outside, but after the paper was put in, there was no sound inside.

"Miss?"

The maid waited for a while, but after a long time of not seeing her lady's voice, she asked with a strange look.

"What scholars can be seen around?"

The person inside finally reacted a little, and asked nervously with a hint of strangeness.

"Miss, I passed by a few woodcutters just now, but the scholar was not seen. I was talking about how there would be any scholars in such a place. I wouldn't go to such a place for a walk."

The maid responded.

In the carriage, a man stared at the poem in his hand with beautiful eyes, and his eyes were filled with brilliance. Just a quick glance, he could feel the deep sadness in the poem.

What kind of scholar would a person who could write such poetry?

As the saying goes, most people are scholars who are unfaithful, but this scholar seems to be a little different?

Unfortunately, I didn’t see anyone who wrote this poem around me, so I could only look back and inquire.

Well, it is not enough for people to write such poems, and it is easy to find out if you want to inquire.

After thinking about this, she immediately ordered the family generals to leave and signaled that they could leave.

The generals of the family did not dare to neglect them, and waved their whip to drive the carriage and continued to walk towards the city not far ahead.

But Lu Chensheng didn't know what was going on here at this moment. He was just about to go out and found that he was in trouble.
Chapter completed!