The Wei River is the hinterland of the Qin State and has nurtured the people of Guanzhong for generations.

It was also the fiefdom assigned to the Qin State by the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty.

Jiang Taigong Jiang Shang once fished in the Weishui River. He did not use scented bait and was three feet away from the water, creating a legend that "those who wish to take the bait will take the bait".

When Baitao came here, he felt that this place was a good place for cultivation.

After all, he has been exposed to the aura of becoming a god, so he looks very aura.

Along the official road next to it are the willow trees, the catkins are blown like snow by the wind, and the grassy beach is like a stream with blue waves.

The women at the edge of the village would get up late at night and come to wash their clothes with their sleeves up and their bodies bent over. From time to time they would hear loud laughter and curses.

The shepherd boy plays the flute and herds the cows to drink water. There are also several pairs of boys and girls here having a tryst and expressing their love.

"The jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked. If you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water."

Young Master Ying was dressed in white and looked handsome. He sang Qin opera and stood stiffly to open the boat curtain for Baitao.

The boat curtain is made of reeds, which are tightly packed together and brings a gust of wind when it falls.

He also caught it very cautiously and put it down gently, as if dealing with a cloud in his heart.

He didn't dare to look at this girl with light and faint fragrance.

Ever since the shocking glimpse of the last banquet, the memory seems to be like substance, like transparent spider silk, slowly savoring the original taste.

Ben has reached the age of knowing Shao Ai.

Gongziying finally mustered up the courage to go boating on the lake today.

With the beauty by his side, Young Master Ying sat down top-heavy. He held the tea cup next to him, but didn't want to see her wrist.

The warm fragrant nephrite and sweet white glazed porcelain wrists made a blush creep up on his ears.

The beautiful white peach eyes looked at him without blinking - the royal aura hovering above his head.

He was stared at until his cheeks turned red. He couldn't drink the tea in his hand, nor could he just leave it like this. He could only lower his eyes and continue to recite the poem, "The flowers are luxuriant, and the white dew is still fresh. The so-called love is on the water's bank. Trace back and follow it."

, the road is blocked and you can climb up. You can swim back and follow it, just like you are in the water."

Baitao asked: "You talk so much about beautiful people, are you thinking about Qin Feng Jian Jia?"

"...yes."

Baitao made a surprising statement: "Then when you read this poem to me, are you asking me for sex?"

Gongziying didn't expect her to be so frank and hot, so he stuttered nervously: "Yes...yes..."

"If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. Why do you have to wait so long?" Baitao glanced at him a few times and seemed unhappy, "If it is not, then it is not, and I won't say anything."

Gongziying clenched his fingers and took a deep breath, "Yes."

Baitao tilted her head: "Why are you so nervous when reading a poem? Isn't it just a poem?"

"It is indeed a poem, but its meaning..."

"I know what it means, someone read it to me."

"Ah?" Young Master Ying's lips moved a few times, and his delicate eyebrows were a little lonely, "Who is reading Jian Jia to the beautiful woman?"

Baitao didn't shy away from it: "It's your Majesty. He likes to read a little bit of everything. This Jian Jia poem is really popular. He once read it to me."

It was the time when Baitao accompanied him, Xiu Mu, to go hunting in Lishan Mountain a year ago.

That day of autumn hunting.

Ying Zheng's tall figure walked forward with a quiver on his back, and Baitao followed him in a daze.

I always felt in my heart that he was going too far. He was almost raising a wild fox like her into a domesticated one, yet he took her out and tormented her like this.

After climbing the mountain for a long time and walking in the water for a long time, my claws were almost worn flat.

She was tired and full of grievances from the back, but she saw that he was full of energy in the front, hunting more and more vigorously, and could not see herself at all.

Baitao simply walked into the grass and said shamelessly, "I can't walk if I don't go. My legs are going to be broken. If I keep going, I will die. If I die, you won't have a sister. You can pick up another one."

Anyway, if you pick another one up, you won’t be as good as me.”

She kept chattering, lying on her back, and chattering.

The young man in front suddenly raised his eyebrows and put the arrow on the bowstring back into the quiver.

The young man had a high ponytail and a riding and shooting uniform with black edges. He was tough and domineering. He came over with one knee on the ground, straightened his lips and said, "Good boy, hold on a little longer, and I will take you to see the elk."

Elk is a symbol of auspiciousness and is rarely seen hidden in deep mountains and old forests.

"No, it's too far."

He pinched her face and sighed, "How delicate."

"If I have free time next time, I will definitely bring you an elk back, but I'm just too tired today."

Bai Tao's eyes were misty, and she picked up her trousers and showed him angrily, "Look, it's all swollen here. I haven't been away for a long time."

Ying Zheng frowned, wrapped his palms around his fair and slender ankles, pressed them and rubbed them.

The girl lay on his shoulder as if she had no bones and hummed softly, "Oh, be gentle."

"It's my fault that I'm not doing it right."

After taking off the quiver, he bent down and picked her up on his back.

Baitao narrowed her eyes, and her voice was as soft as a pastry that was about to melt away, "You're so kind."

"Um."

"But wouldn't it be good if you came back empty-handed? Why don't you pick up some dead little rabbits and go back? I'll hold them for you."

Ying Zheng sighed: "It doesn't count, there is another one on my back."

"What else is on your back?"

Bai Tao was still dizzy, and when he reacted, he was about to bite his ear, "Asshole, are you saying that I am the prey you hunted?"

The corners of Ying Zheng's lips curled up, and he tilted his head to see Baitao baring his teeth and claws.

However, his eyes were firmly captured by her pink and slightly parted lips. In a moment of daze, her lips unexpectedly pressed against his thin lips.

Soft and soft.

At that moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but he was so fascinated that he didn't hide.

Bai Tao took a bite, even licked it, and said, "It's not sweet."

"..."

He tilted his head and steadied each other.

Bai Tao's soft cheeks were like pieces of brocade, still attached to his neck, and the pulse of blood could clearly touch his heart.

The young man changed the subject a little stiffly: "What do you think that is?"

Baitao also looked at it.

I saw two slender egrets sitting on the wetland, wearing snow-white coir raincoats, lowering their heads and pecking at duckweeds.

Bai Tao has no appreciation for beauty, only a desire to eat.

He drooled and said, "It looks very plump. We can catch one and stew it in a big pot."

She smiled obediently again: "Brother Zheng, I want to eat golden lotus duck."

"...This is an egret, not a wild duck."

Ying Zheng said helplessly, "Egrets are loyal and will only stay with one mate for the rest of their lives. If you kill one, the other will probably end up alone."

"Huh? Forget it, I won't be able to finish it after two pots of stew."

Bai Tao vaguely remembered something, "Egret, egret... Oh, I remember there was a catchy poem. I heard the singers often sing it, called "Egrets are Twins," and that's what it was about."

Ying Zheng seemed to be smiling, "That's white dew turning into frost, not a wild duck stew pot."

"You didn't pay attention. It's all because the singer couldn't sing well."

Anyway, the singer sings whatever she wants, and she just listens to it. It doesn’t matter whether she understands it or not, just listen to the tune.

Baitao asked again, "What does that mean?"

"The jianjia is green, the white dew is frost, the so-called beauty is on the side of the water." Ying Zheng paused, "The meaning of this poem is..."

He tilted his head, and that charming face was half-hidden on his shoulder. His breath blew softly on his neck, making his breath stagnant due to the heat.

All kinds of ripples in my heart began to spread, and I couldn't suppress them no matter how hard I tried.

"Jianjia, Bailu, Yiren, isn't Yiren beautiful?"

The soft voice is still asking.

Ying Zheng looked at the open water like a mirror. The beautiful woman on the other side of the water was reflected in the water, which was so bright that it was impossible to escape.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "She is very beautiful."

Baitao's eyes were crooked, "Then this poem is perfect for asking for love. When you meet the beautiful woman you like in the future, you can just pick it up."
To be continued...