"Yes!" Lu Heng smiled, stretched out his finger and flicked her smooth forehead, and said softly: "It's been hundreds of years! The Yellow Crane Tower has been a place where literati and poets have lingered since ancient times. (Temple)
So, when we go up to the Yellow Crane Tower, we can see many biographies left by famous people in ancient times! It’s also a sight to see!”
"Then are we considered celebrities? How about saving one of us!" Wang Tingzhi said with a smile. Although it sounded like a joke, the look in her eyes was still quite eager.
Well……
After hearing Wang Tingzhi's suggestion, Lu Heng couldn't help but think of the famous saying "so-and-so came here" that can be seen everywhere in some domestic scenic spots in his previous life.
Ha, why don’t you really write such a sentence?
Well, if I write it down, I will be considered the first of my generation, which is really attractive.
Lu Heng groped his chin, thinking darkly in his heart.
"Are you okay?" Seeing that Lu Heng was deep in thought and not answering, Wang Tingzhi grabbed Lu Heng's hand and shook it angrily.
The cooing sound made Lu Heng suddenly feel lustful, and his whole body felt sore.
Liu Qingqing, who was standing aside and looking at the two people with a smile, couldn't help but hugged her arms and shuddered when she heard Wang Tingzhi's cry.
"Okay, okay!" Lu Heng laughed loudly, put his arm around Wang Tingzhi's shoulders, and laughed loudly.
"Really?" Wang Tingzhi raised her head and looked at Lu Heng, her eyes full of excitement.
Lu Heng smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course!"
After getting confirmation from Lu Heng, Wang Tingzhi giggled, nimbly dodged Lu Heng's claws, and then ran to a group of sisters.
Several women were huddled together, muttering something. Their expressions were nervous, eager, and more importantly, a little excited.
Lu Heng held his breath and listened for a moment, as if listening to what they were discussing, poetry, songs, etc.
Liu Qingqing and Wang Tingzhi frowned cutely and bit their lips, seeming to be preparing a perfect poem. Their nervous and apprehensive looks were really cute in Lu Heng's eyes.
Liu Qingqing seemed to have noticed the smiling gaze from Lu Heng. She raised her head, glanced at Lu Heng with a blushing face, then quickly turned around and took Wang Tingzhi to discuss poetry. ""
After eavesdropping for a while, Lu Heng finally understood. It turned out that what he wanted to write was not about someone's visit here at all, but that he wanted to write a poem that would be passed down to the Yellow Crane Tower forever.
It's so dark and it shouldn't be.
Lu Heng raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, secretly despising himself.
Despite his contempt, Lu Heng was also curious, why is it that in this era, everyone is keen to leave their own traces in scenic places? Is this true for literati, and even ordinary people?
The monk Fahai beside him was stunned for a moment when he heard Lu Heng's question, and then said with a smile: "The world is bustling with people coming and going for fame and fortune. How can you not like it if it can last forever and leave an immortal reputation?"
"
Monk Fahai revealed the secret. Lu Heng was suddenly enlightened. He touched his chin, turned his head, looked at Liu Qingqing and the other girls behind him, and murmured about poetry, and smiled slightly.
What I wanted to do was to write a sentence saying that so-and-so came here for a visit. But Liu Qingqing and the others wanted to write a poem that would be the icing on the cake for the Yellow Crane Tower.
Hey, this is the difference in realm!
Along the path with lush green grass, a group of people walked toward the Yellow Crane Tower, chatting and laughing.
In the fields, the golden wheat waves are like a sea, reflecting the charming brilliance under the brilliant sunshine. The autumn wind blows, and the wheat waves gently rise and fall, bringing the sweet fragrance of malt in the fields, which makes people intoxicated.
It is the ninth month of the lunar month, which belongs to the third autumn. In a few days, it will be the Double Ninth Festival.
China has had the habit of climbing during the Double Ninth Festival since ancient times. As a result, the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang has become the best place for local literati to climb high and miss their hometown.
In the Jiangnan area, literati are extremely prosperous. Even in Wuchang, Hubei, this is the case.
Along the way, you can see rich young men wearing bright clothes and angry horses everywhere, as well as ladies sitting in sedans, accompanied by many people, heading to the Yellow Crane Tower.
The wealthy young man riding a tall horse, wearing a feather fan and silk turban, and a handsome face, flicked the reins of his horse and passed by the sedan along the way in high spirits.
Then he acted like a serious gentleman, looking straight ahead. He paused for a moment in front of the sedan with an uneasy feeling, and said loudly to his companions that he had accidentally picked up a poem.
Amid the anticipation of the crowd, the young master coughed and recited aloud. ""
Amidst the cheers, the young master had a special liking for him and secretly glanced at the sedan with the curtain slightly moving. He wondered in his mind whether the beauty in the sedan was attracted by his literary talent and secretly expressed his love for her.
However, when he saw that the curtain moved slightly and there was no news from the beautiful lady, the young master looked embarrassed, coughed, rode his horse, and galloped past with the people, and continued to look for the next target.
"Master, aren't they cold?" On the carriage, Agui was driving the carriage. He raised his whip in surprise and pointed at the young master who was riding a horse in front of him, with the autumn wind blowing in his face and his clothes flying. Seeing him in this cool autumn,
, still shaking his fan, asked suspiciously.
"Demeanor, and warmth!" Lu Heng laughed, turned his head and looked at Agui.
"What's the explanation?" Agui wondered as he didn't understand.
Lu Heng, who was sitting next to the car, smiled slightly, crossed his legs, took out a folding fan from the collar behind his neck, opened it with a bang, and shook it in front of his chest. He looked very handsome. The master said: "For the sake of grace, don't be afraid."
temperature!"
Agui suddenly realized and let out a long oh. But then he saw the young master also starting to shake his fan, and asked in surprise: "Young master, too?"
Lu Heng: "..."
Phew...
A sweet laughter sounded like a silver bell, jingling in the wind, beating in everyone's hearts.
After hearing this voice, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked towards the carriage compartment behind him.
At this moment, the curtains of the carriage were lifted, and Liu Qingqing and a group of women also poked their heads out, seemingly looking for the source of the laughter.
After looking at Lu Heng with big eyes and small eyes for a while, Liu Qingqing looked at Lu Heng with a smile but not a smile, covering her mouth and snickering: "My husband's demeanor is not comparable to others. A word of demeanor and warmth can attract the attention of a wealthy lady."
Pay attention, your skills are really extraordinary!"
Beside them, Wang Tingzhi and Ouyang Ruolan looked like they shared the same hatred, their lips pursed, and they looked at Lu Heng resentfully.
Su Qianqian, who was sitting aside, snorted coldly, turned around and gave Lu Heng a slap on the back of her head.
This jealousy...
Hearing this, Lu Heng rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"I just said it casually!" Lu Heng smiled bitterly, spread his hands, and explained innocently.
Liu Qingqing's beautiful eyes rolled as she stared at Lu Heng. She said oh, frowned slightly, dragged her cute chin with her fingers, and deliberately said in surprise: "If you just said it casually, then why haven't I heard such witty words?
Sisters, have you heard of it?"
"No!" Wang Tingzhi and Ouyang Ruolan, with red eyes, shook their heads in hurt.
"I've heard of it!" At this moment, Su Qianqian lightly opened her lips and said lightly: "But, it's the other way around!"
Although it sounded like Lu Heng was trying to excuse him, these words really scared Lu Heng into a cold sweat.
Lu Heng had indeed said this before. However, it was outside the Great Wall.
At that time, Ouyang Mochou, who was with him, made himself a set of cotton-padded clothes and prepared to give them to Lu Heng. However, Ouyang Mochou felt bad and insisted on teasing Lu Heng.
At that time, Ouyang Mochou broke into Lu Heng's tent in the middle of the night and threw away the quilt on Lu Heng's body. Lu Heng was left wearing underwear, shivering in the cold and huddled in the corner, looking at Queen Fan eagerly.
Ouyang Mochou was the child of Ouyang Mochou. And Ouyang Mochou was like a bad uncle possessed by Tang Monk. He took the brand-new cotton-padded clothes and shook them in front of Lu Heng. With a wicked smile on his face, he seduced Lu Heng and said: "I want to
Do you want it?"
"think!"
"Do you really want it?"
"Really want to!"
"Why didn't you tell me if I wanted you?"
Reach out and grab it and don't let go.
"It seems you really want it? Then why do you want it?"
"..."
"Do you want it or not? Why don't you say anything?"
"..."
"Hey, it turns out you don't want it!"
"I think!"
"why?"
"I am cold!"
"But Mr. Lu, you are so elegant. If you wear this cotton coat, will your image be damaged?"
"For the sake of temperature, don't be afraid of style!"
"Hehe! Really?"
"Really, really!"
"Then you learn to bark like a dog, and I'll give it to you!"
"..."
"Huh? Don't want to?"
"Woof..."
"good!"
…
The severe cold in the northern part of the country and the ambiguity in the tent suddenly surged in Lu Heng's heart like a scene from a movie.
Although he remembered the cold temperature outside that night, and the dripping water turned into ice. He was also shivering from the cold at that time. But now that he thinks about it, Lu Heng feels warm in his heart.
Unknowingly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After laughing twice, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why are you so cold?
After Lu Heng came back to his senses, he immediately found that the four women were staring at him with smiles but not smiles. Those clear water eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, which made Lu Heng feel guilty for a while.
"Sister, who did she tell this to?" Liu Qingqing stretched out her hand to hold Su Qianqian's little hand, but kept looking at Lu Heng, and asked with a smile.
Su Qianqian glared at Lu Heng, opened her mouth, and was about to break the news.
Lu Heng's expression changed, then he lowered his head, raised his hand, put it on his lips, coughed slightly, raised his head, looked ahead at the vast Yangtze River, and said lightly: "Sitting on the lotus, pushing the cart!!"
As soon as she said this sentence, Su Qianqian suddenly blushed, stretched out her hands to cover her red and hot face, lowered her head, screamed, and did not dare to speak anymore.
"Bah!" Liu Qingqing blushed, sighed, glared at Lu Heng shyly, lowered her head, and said with a guilty conscience: "Bad scoundrel!"
Wang Tingzhi coughed dryly, turned her head unnaturally, and looked out the window.
"Sister, what is sitting lotus?" Ouyang Ruolan blinked her innocent big eyes, took Liu Qingqing's hand, and asked innocently.
Liu Qingqing's face turned even redder. For a moment, she felt shy and embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.
"lecher!"
But at this moment, the curtain of the sedan that was passing by trembled for a while, and then a sound of shame and irritation came from inside.