Li Luo felt most uncomfortable at night, when the money was always not enough. ???Bi Quge? ??
After finding an inn, Li Luo first asked for a guest room for Concubine Yun so that Concubine Yun could rest.
After Concubine Yun entered the house, she took a rest somewhere in the hall or outside the house, but she did not dare to go far away from Concubine Yun.
Concubine Yun was so thoughtful that she actually guessed that Li Luo would be like this. Half an hour after entering the house, she quietly came to the door and opened the door suddenly. Li Luo was caught off guard and had no time to dodge, and was caught by Concubine Yun.
After seeing this, Concubine Yun sniffed, but with a gloomy look on her face, she pulled Li Luo and entered the room. She stopped paying attention to these ethical rules and made it clear that Li Luo could rest on the table and chair.
Li Luo resisted and refused, not wanting to offend Concubine Yun. Feng was so angry that he rarely got angry at Li Luo, and his daughter's family got angry. Even Li Luo was very embarrassed, so he had to rely on Yun in the end.
Concubine Yun and Concubine Yun rested on the bed, and Li Luo took a rest in the room.
Although he secretly encouraged the Qing Dynasty to clean themselves up, they still felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, with a strong light on their backs. If word got out, even though Li Luo and Concubine Yun were still innocent, gossip would inevitably spread.
As a result, Li Luo had no choice but to collect the silver as early as possible to avoid complications.
When Concubine Yun saw that Li Luo had followed her, she extinguished her anger. After the rain, the sky cleared up. The anger came and went even faster.
This time, Concubine Li Luoyun disappeared out of thin air, which really surprised many people. Most of the wealthy families in Dagan had sent their masters to the Guiyang Prefecture area, but whether it was the DPRK or the Central Government,
Neither the soldiers nor the martial arts masters could find the whereabouts of the two of them.
No one would have thought that Li Luo and Concubine Yun were walking in the market, seemingly in darkness and light. They might have passed by Li Luo and Concubine Yun several times, but they were never found.
People in the Dagan family would naturally not believe that Li Luo would elope with Concubine Yun, but he could escape unharmed under the overwhelming undercurrent. This situation really made people in the dark fearful.
Looking at the tables and chairs in front of her, Concubine Yun looked at Li Luo expectantly and said with a smile: "I will serve you with pen and ink."
After saying that, he laid out the paper and pen, stood aside with a smile and studied ink for Li Luo, his pretty eyes flashed, and he looked at Li Luo with great interest.
Li Luo smiled casually and said in a low voice: "Make Nanmo girl laugh."
The sun has come up quite a bit, and the surrounding vendors have already put out items for sale. There are more and more people walking on the street, and the sound of shouting can be heard all the time.
Li Luo let out a breath and thought: "What should I write?"
Concubine Yun lowered her voice and said secretly: "It doesn't matter what you write. If you sign it and write the Ninth Prince of Da Gan, Li Luo, hehe, I'm afraid someone will buy it for a thousand dollars."
Li Luo smiled bitterly, if this was really the case, it would be better to go to the government to borrow some soldiers and get the silver more quickly.
Li Luo picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and started writing like the wind. In recent years, Li Luo has always said that his soldiers are like gods, but except for a few people, there have never been any rumors about Li Luoqin's calligraphy and painting.
Concubine Yun originally had fun and didn't expect how Li Luo's handwriting would turn out. She just assumed that it would be good, but it was still not as good as everyone else in the book.
Wait until Li Luo writes:
Breaking the sorrow of separation, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the green bamboo.
After the people left, the sound of the flute stopped and there was only one person leaning against the building.
March dusk is full of eyes, and when you look up, you can see thousands of green mountains.
But try taking a piece of paper and read it from the beginning.
The word "love" is empty and full. The meaning of "love", when will it be enough?
The drops are dripping down the lapel, and the tears are full of tears.
The fragrant grass does not distract travelers, and the weeping willows only hinder people's eyes.
The most painful thing is that at dusk at the end of the moon, the railings are bent.
The calligraphy is like a swimming dragon, leisurely and comfortable, and it is written in one go. If it is delicate and elegant, but it has a hidden edge, it seems that the ink cannot hold back the momentum of soaring, as if it is about to break through the air in an instant, and there is still something faintly there.
A bit dusty.
If you find one, it should be a rare good calligraphy. But if you put all these points together, it will always feel a bit abrupt, but somehow, in this piece of writing, Li Luo can make these few points stand out.
Just as things calmed down, Wandering Dragon calmed down, became indifferent and at ease, and looked at the vicissitudes of the world with a cold eye, but seemed to be able to shine when it was time to emerge.
Concubine Yun had an extraordinary background and had been in the palace for several years, so her vision was certainly not weak.
When Li Luo finished writing the last word of the song, his hand that was grinding the ink stopped involuntarily. He looked at Li Luo blankly with a look of surprise on his face and said nothing for a long time.
Li Luo waved his hand. When the ink was dry, he took the written words and hung them on the bamboo branch behind him. Seeing that Concubine Yun still looked unbelievable, he smiled and said, "What's the matter? But I can't sell it."
Going out?"
Concubine Yun lowered her head, bit her lip, and whispered back: "What a pity."
"What a pity?" Li Luo asked in confusion. He looked back at the written words and touched the tip of his nose. There should be no broken pen.
Concubine Yun raised her head, smiled sweetly and said: "It's a pity that I don't have any money. Otherwise, I will buy whatever you write."
Li Luo smiled slightly and said: "When I get home, if you like it, I'll write some of them. You don't need to buy them, because I'm afraid it won't be possible to get into the elegant hall."
Concubine Yun jumped for joy and said: "That's the best, the more the better."
Li Luo laughed and said, "Thank you so much Nanmo."
"Thank me for anything. It's a deal, no cheating." Concubine Yun replied slyly.
Li Luo responded softly: "Although I am not a gentleman, but since I promised Miss Nanmo, I will definitely keep my word."
Concubine Yun smiled softly, then sighed quietly: "When I first came to Zhuocheng, I often heard him talking about you. You are a smart young man and a leader in the clan.
Every time I talk about it, I always look proud. Then when I heard that you frequently delivered good news when you were in Xifu, that you were good at fighting and close to monsters, I then wondered what you would be like.
When I met you in Guanshan, I was really surprised. If I hadn't known you were you, I might have thought you were the scholar next door. How could you be so handsome and commanding hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves on the battlefield?
Now that I think about it, even if you are right in front of me, I always feel like I am in a dream. The closer I am to you, the farther away I feel."
After saying that, Concubine Yun shook her head in distress, glared at Li Luo, and complained: "It's all your fault."
Li Luo was startled, and felt a slight chill in his heart. The Bing Xin Jue slowly circulated, and Zhan Yan replied: "My appearance should be very ordinary. I disappoint Miss Nanmo."
"Usual? Haha, I'm also usually tight."
While the two were chatting, Li Luo wrote three more words and hung them all on the bamboo branches behind him.
Although the handwriting was not bad, it was a pity that no one appreciated it in the Minghu Mansion Market. Concubine Yun was bored and looked at Li Luo with a smirk, and was very teasing.
Li Luo didn't expect it to be like this, it was quite embarrassing. Before he started writing, he was more or less hopeful. He never thought that even the vendors selling autumn pears on the side were more lively than the ones in front of his desk and chairs.