She is inherently a sentimental person, experiencing the ups and downs of life.
It allowed her to see through a lot of right and wrong, but even though she has seen through a lot now, there is always one person in her heart that she can't let go of.
The war in the north is now very tense.
Although the small court in the south was relatively peaceful, Li Qingzhao paid attention to the north all the time.
Naturally, she was not worried about the Jin people in the north being defeated, but that man.
At this time, a handsome young man galloped over on horseback.
He quickly came to Li Qingzhao and said with a smile.
"Sister, Wu Zhi won the battle, and the Jin people withdrew to Dongming County."
"Looking at their appearance, it seems they don't dare to attack Shandong anymore and want to march on Tokyo instead."
After hearing this, although Li Qingzhao remained calm and silent, a hint of joy flashed through his eyes.
Li Qingzhao's younger brother, Li Hao, seemed to have thought of something and said suddenly.
"By the way, sister, do we have any distant relatives from the same clan?"
Hearing this, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but frown slightly.
She said: "I never heard my father mention it. Why, you met an elder from the same clan?"
Li Hao nodded: "Yes, well, that elder is standing over there."
While speaking, Li Qingzhao noticed a middle-aged man wearing a white gown not far away with Li Hao's finger pointing.
This man has sharp eyebrows and a clear mind, and he has an otherworldly temperament.
And this person Li Qingzhao is no stranger, because these days, whenever she comes to the Qiantang River, she will meet this person.
This man was dressed in a white gown. He was handsome, graceful and talented.
Even the great writers of the world may not be able to compare with him.
Li Qingzhao had known him several times before.
However, we did not exchange names, we just glanced at each other from a distance, and occasionally we could hear the elder sighing at the waves of the river and writing poems casually.
Feeling Li Qingzhao's gaze, he slowly turned around and smiled at the two siblings.
This man who looked like an immortal had a mustache, a bottle of wine on his waist, and a dagger that looked only three or two inches long.
He slowly walked towards the two siblings with his hands on his back.
The strange thing is that she seems to be walking very slowly and slowly.
But in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him despite such a long distance.
Although Li Qingzhao's martial arts skills were not high, his vision was extraordinary. He could tell at a glance that the person in front of him was no ordinary scholar or poet.
She pulled her brother over and bowed to the person in front of her.
"Meet sir."
"May I ask, sir, which branch of our clan is it?"
The man looked at the two people in front of him and said with a smile: "Not only do you and I share the same ancestry and race, but you also have my direct bloodline."
While speaking, the man slowly stretched out a finger, and then tapped it gently between Li Qingzhao's eyebrows.
"boom!"
For a moment, Li Qingzhao felt like he was in a strange realm that was neither real nor fake, like a dream or an illusion.
Countless images that she could not distinguish flashed through her mind.
In the end, there were only two lines left in Li Qingzhao's mind, a poem she had loved since she was a child.
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon."
"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame!"
After reacting, Li Qingzhao opened her beautiful eyes and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.
To be precise, it is my ancestor!
She quickly pulled Li Hao over, raised her hands very respectfully to the person in front of her, and bowed deeply.
"Meet the adults!"
This "adult" is used to address one's elders.
The handsome old man laughed and said, "Daughter, I have been watching you these days."
"You have feelings in your heart, but your obsession is too deep. This is not the style of our Li family."
When Li Qingzhao mentioned his sadness, his eyes couldn't help but become slightly moist and turned red.
She said: "If you keep cutting it, it will become messy."
"I just hope he can live well."
But the old handsome guy shook his head: "No! He has a good life, but you have a bad life. How can that be okay?"