Updated: 2012-12-28

Jia Rong breathed a sigh of relief and finally explained it, otherwise his reputation would have been greatly reduced. In the face of such a beautiful woman, Jia Rong was still very careful about his image.

Since Wei Fu lowered her head with a blushing face, she would secretly watch herself every once in a while, and she was the type that flashed away. She held her forehead with her hands and thought for a long time, but she still couldn't remember what attracted her. Could it be that she had told her many future customs without saying anything, attracting the beauty in front of her?

This is definitely the case. In ancient times, when brothers were like brothers and feet, women were like clothes, Jia Rong described it easily made any woman yearn for her.

However, Wei Fu's secret viewing made Jia Rong scream that he couldn't bear it. There were only two people in the pavilion. You can be so open and honest. Where did the enthusiasm when you chat just now? Moreover, Wei Fu's every move was very attractive to Jia Rong. Jia Rong vaguely expected Wei Fu to be more enthusiastic, and hoped that the beauty in front of him would fall in love with him because of what he said just now.

Feeling the weather, Jia Rong murmured in a low voice: "Spring is not here yet."

"Well, Miss Wei Fu, is there nothing wrong? I'll leave if I have nothing wrong." With the girl, Jia Rong felt that he was getting more and more unable to control himself. Every look of Wei Fu seemed to have great attraction. Every frown and smile could make his mind rippling. He had never been like this when facing the enemy on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, he was defeated by Wei Fu.

Wei Fu's expression was panicked when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "The general led it a little, and just now he heard the general say, "This song should only be found in heaven, how many times can you hear it in the world!" It is a wonderful sentence. I don't know what the complete poem is, can the general tell me?"

Jia Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Ms. Wei, I just talk nonsense, so don't take it to heart." In fact, Jia Rong was very happy to tell Wei Fu in his heart, but he thought hard but still had no results.

Wei Fu showed an innocent expression and said disapprovingly: "No, the little woman felt that the general's poem just now was catchy, and the poem contained extraordinary poetry."

Looking at Wei Fu with little stars, Jia Rong felt helpless. Could it be that the ancient women were so easy to deceive, and they could kidnap one by just picking up a few lines of poetry. This is much easier than the blind dates in later generations. "Haha, may Miss Wei have a study of poetry?" Jia Rong said awkwardly.

When talking about this, Wei Fu even cheered, "The little woman was idle and casually flipped through the books at home."

Wei Fu in front of her has become a standard star chaser, with a simple mind, and in the future, she is the kind of person who is sold and still helps people count money.

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

Listening to Wei Fu's poems word by word, the crisp sound reached Jia Rong's ears, making Jia Rong's spirit very relaxed.

After chatting with Wei Fu in the courtyard for a long time, Jia Rong said goodbye and left.

Wei Fu happily put away the piano on the stone table and jumped back to her room after watching Jia Rong leave for a long time.

A pair of calligraphy and paintings hung on Wei Fu's bedside, with two lines of words written on it: "The lotus comes out of clear water, and naturally carved." Looking at the calligraphy and paintings in front of him, Wei Fu showed a satisfied look, and his frown eyebrows disappeared without realizing it. Suddenly, Wei Fu seemed to remember something, put down the piano in his arms, picked up the problem on the table, and wrote on the rice paper. After finishing the pen, Wei Fu placed the brush and left satisfied. Two lines of beautiful fonts appeared on the rice paper. "This song should only be found in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world?"

Jia Rong still got up early, ran, and played military fist as before. After some exercise, he was sweating profusely and was extremely comfortable. Although Jia Rong rarely trained in the school field after becoming the prefect of Beidi County, Jia Rong always maintained the habit of playing military fist and running every morning, which was also the habit that Jia Rong had maintained since he retired from the army.

With a "puff", a three-inch long flying knife snatched his hand, and the tail of the dart continued to shake slightly. Since that day, the dart skills were shocking all the seats, Jia Rong decided to practice diligently on the dart. In the troubled times, he had more strength and more hope for survival. The flying knife was created by Jia Rong entrusted by Beidijun Crafts Workshop. There were seven handles in total, and Jia Rong carried it with him. Due to the considerable difference between the darts and the flying knife, Jia Rong was not as good as the darts.

"Miss Wei is visiting early in the morning, I wonder what it is worth?" Jia Rong looked at a blue figure hiding not far away, and asked without making any noise by putting the dart in his sleeve.

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

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

Wei Fu nodded, then shook her head again, took a folded piece of rice paper from her sleeve and handed it to Jia Rong's hand, and said in a delicate manner: "The little woman doesn't understand the meaning of this poem very well, so please give me some advice."

Jia Rong's movements froze. He kept scolding himself for not paying attention to his words. He always recited a few lines of poetry. Now he was shooting himself in the foot with a stone. He didn't know any poems or songs. He took the rice paper from Wei Fu's hand and opened it gently. He saw a line of beautiful fonts coming into his eyes. Jia Rong learned the characters from the Han Dynasty very seriously. He could understand everything, but he could also recognize seven or seven. After reading the poems on the paper, he immediately looked at Wei Fu in front of him in a daze.

It was abnormal to come to find Jia Rong early in the morning. After reading the poems on the paper, Jia Rong was even more surprised. Wei Fu was pressed down her head lower by Jia Rong, and her face turned red from her ears.

Jia Rong understood this poem, "The evil, I want to know you, and my life will never fade away, the mountains will not be tombs, the river will be exhausted, the winter thunder will shook, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and earth will be united, so I dare to die with you!" This is clearly a romance poem.

Jia Rong felt his hands tremble slightly, closed the rice paper, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Ms. Wei, this poem mainly describes the promise of men and women getting to know each other and making promises to make vows; there is no mountain, the river water is exhausted, the winter thunder shakes, summer rain and snow, and the heaven and earth are in harmony, which is impossible to occur in nature. It indirectly expresses the unwavering love between men and women. Can Miss Wei understand?"

Wei Fu nodded, Jia Rong's explanation attracted Wei Fu to the point of being attracted, and looked at Jia Rong obsessedly, which caused Jia Rong to be in a hurry again.

It was not until Jia Rong finished explaining that Wei Fu was stunned. Her face looked like a ripe apple, and her feet kept drawing circles on the ground.

Jia Rong joked: "Miss Wei, is there any money on the ground?"

Wei Fu looked up at Jia Rong blankly, and after a moment, she turned around and ran away with a coquettish voice.

Looking at the rice paper in his hand and the faint fragrance remaining in the air, Jia Rong couldn't help but shake his head, walked back into the house, had breakfast, changed into appropriate clothes, and walked towards Wei Guan's residence.

How could Jia Rong not understand the meaning of Wei Fu's little girl? It's just that Jia Rong can't let go of her. The beautiful figure that often appears in his dreams, calling for his own. In addition, Wei Fu is now seventeen or eighteen years old. According to Jia Rong, he has not yet matured. However, Jia Rong did not expect Wei Fu to be so brave and sent such a poem. It seems that Wei Fu is also a woman of true nature. In ancient times, a woman got married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Why is this Wei Fu still waiting for the name of the boudoir? Could it be because of herself, Jia Rong thought narcissistically.

The current situation is in an extraordinary period, and the clay Buddha crosses the river and cannot protect himself. So what are the intentions to talk about love? Although he has some meaning to Wei Fu, Jia Rong also suppressed him in his heart. Xiu'er's affairs are still a shadow that cannot be wiped away in Jia Rong's heart.

All the reasons caused Jia Rong to smile at this, all as a breeze blowing by his face. 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 stepped in the Wei Mansion and admired the scenery of Wei Mansion, which was all about eliminating time.

A burst of shouts came, but saw the servants in the distance gathering in a place, shouting constantly, and Jia Rong quietly came behind the servants.

I saw a big and thick man standing in the crowd shouting loudly. The distance was far away. Jia Rong didn't hear anything he said. He patted a servant beside him and asked softly, "What's going on inside?"

The servant was excited at this time, obviously a lively person. When he heard Jia Rong's question, he replied without hesitation: "The strong man inside is Su Shuang, the distinguished guest of the family head, who is doing horse sales business. Su Shuang said just now that as long as anyone present can knock him down, he will give him a horse and a hundred gold." After that, the servant turned his attention to the venue again.

"Su Shuang?" Jia Rong is not unfamiliar with this man. He appeared in the first chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. When Liu Guan and Zhang joined Taoyuan, they gave Liu Bei fifty horses, five hundred taels of gold, and a thousand jin of iron. They were also a rich and powerful master, but then they disappeared and only showed their face in the first chapter.

Jia Rong turned his gaze to the field. Although it was winter, Su Shuang was wearing thin clothes. The muscles and dark faces in his clothes were standing among the crowd with a proud look on his face, with a scent of looking down on the heroes.

A hundred gold is enough for an ordinary person’s family to spend several years. A horse is even more valuable to a thousand gold. It is very attractive. A servant walked out of the crowd.

The servant licked his dry lips, and saw that Xing Sushuang's eyes were full of desire, and rushed towards Sushuang with a scream.
Chapter completed!