The old lady: "Your father said that Li Zhen's foundation is actually good, which is beyond his expectations. Today, I look at your literary talent. It seems that Li Zhen is not particularly hardworking, but your village chief has good teaching!"

Wen Huang said: "Our village chief was a scholar. He was very knowledgeable. He had a library and many books in his studies."

Li Zhen liked reading especially. When he was a child, he would definitely find him in the library as long as he was missing.

For this reason, he ate Yang Jinhua's lead.

"Well..." the old lady nodded and asked her again: "Do you know where this Fantai is?"

Wen Huang said, "I know! Who knows that the city of Bianjing City is full of Bianjing. Spring comes early on the platform, which is a good place for outings. When I was a child, my aunt said that every Qingming Festival, officials and nobles in the city and ordinary people like to come here to visit the spring, carrying wine and food, drinking and writing poems, watching dances and operas, watching flowers and grass, burning incense and worshiping Buddhas, which is very lively and interesting! I have always longed for it very much, but my home is far away from here, and I have never entered the city twice, let alone come to play."

The old lady smiled and nodded, saying, "Wait until next spring, let Brother Zhen bring you here!"

Wen Huang looked at Li Zhen coldly, turned his head and said nothing.

"This Fantai was originally an ancient battlefield. The corpses were piled up like mountains and were tragic. Now, it has become the most prosperous place outside the city of Bianjing. It is really a change of time." The old lady looked at a certain place, "Today's Fantai is the ancient battlefield; my honey is his arsenic!"

Wen Huang glanced at the old lady in confusion, not knowing what she wanted to express.

"Did you see there?" The old lady pointed to a place with green trees and dense green bamboos a few miles away, and the corners of the house could be vaguely exposed.

"See it." Wen Huang said: "Where is that?"

"Jingyinyuan." said the old lady.

"Where is Jingyin Academy? Is it a college?" Wen Huang asked.

"It's also a Buddhist temple!" said the old lady: "However, it's not open to the public."

"Oh..." Wen Huang glanced at the old lady, then looked at Li Zhen, and always felt the atmosphere was strange.

Especially Li Zhen, looking at the place where Jingyin Courtyard was located, he felt a sense of heaviness all over his body.

"Gugu..." At this time, someone cried in his stomach.

Everyone looked back and Qingguo covered her stomach and grinned embarrassedly: "I... I'm hungry."

"Hahaha! Children grow up and are hungry quickly!" The old lady smiled and said, "Let's go! Go and have a meal. This vegetarian food in Tianqing Temple is delicious."

At this time, the sun was about to set, and the group walked towards the living yard that Li Zhen had booked in advance.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, Wen Huang saw an acquaintance.

A... very embarrassing acquaintance.

Qin Shao.

When she was fifteen years old, she had a marriage with her, but later because of Li Zhen, Qin Shao retired.

He was wearing a regular dress with moon-white ink patterns. He looked thinner than before, but taller and more mature. He was like a clay bamboo, his face was like a crown and jade, and he stood out from the crowd of chickens, very conspicuous.

He held a woman and followed the crowd to Guanyin's side to send her son.

The woman Wen Huang also knew her, and she was his mother. It seemed that Qin Shao accompanied her mother to burn incense.

That year, Wen Huang and his third sister went to the town to watch lanterns and met Qin Shao by chance.

Later, he somehow found out where her family was and asked a matchmaker to propose marriage.

After the accident, Qin Shao's mother came to her house to quit.

When he left, his mother looked at her, quite resentful.

Wen Huang still remembers her eyes.

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Chapter completed!