"Stick to your ideals and never give up. This is the path that every happy person has walked!"
Lu Heng listened quietly to what Ouyang Mochou said about Ouyang Rushuang's lonely life since childhood. He never interrupted, with a patient smile on his face, and listened quietly.
It wasn't until he finished talking about how miserable Ouyang Rushuang's life was now that Lu Heng considered his words and spoke slowly.
"You said it very easily. How can you ask a girl to stick to her ideals and never give up?" Ouyang Mochou reached out and pinched Lu Heng's waist. She rolled her eyes at him angrily and asked angrily.
The corner of Lu Heng's mouth twitched and he took a breath. Then he smiled, lowered his head and kissed Ouyang Mochou lightly on his forehead. He played with the other person's hair like clouds with his fingers and said with a smile: "You
Isn’t it just a ready-made example?”
"Me?" Ouyang Mochou asked softly in surprise.
Lu Heng nodded matter-of-factly and said softly: "Yes, in order to reject the life your father arranged for you, you ran away from home and lived in seclusion in Wutai Mountain for ten years. Didn't you wait for me? The Prince Charming in your mind?"
At the end of the sentence, Lu Heng himself laughed.
Ouyang Mochou blushed and said softly: "You are so thick-skinned!"
He lowered his head shyly and smiled. Ouyang Mochou said softly: "I, I was just lucky. But as for Rushuang, Rushuang's life was doomed from the beginning! What did you want him to do?
manage?"
"Every chance is inevitable!"
Lu Heng first expressed his views impassionedly, and then while gently twirling Ouyang Mochou's hair with his fingers, he said: "It is often those who bow to reality who complain about their fate!"
Lu Heng smiled, stretched out his arms and hugged Ouyang Mochou's waist. He gently rubbed her smooth jade back: "When I first met Monk Fahai, I asked him to help me do the math.
Pass your life. Do you know how Fahai answered?"
Ouyang Mochou raised her head. Her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity: "How did you answer?"
Monk Fahai's method of calculating numerology is famous in Wutai Mountain. However, Monk Fahai does not easily help people to calculate numerology, unless they are those who are really unable to predict.
Unexpectedly, Fahai helped Lu Heng tell his fortune.
Lu Heng recalled the time at the beginning and smiled slightly. He sighed: "At that time, Fa Hai helped me read all the lines on my hand in a decent manner, and then explained them one by one."
"Is it accurate?" When it comes to fortune telling, girls basically believe this. Ouyang Mochou is no exception.
Lu Heng did not answer him directly. He put a little force on his arm and hugged her tighter. He smiled slightly and said, "Finally, Monk Fahai, slowly closed my hand. He smiled and said nothing!"
"What do you mean?" Ouyang Mochou asked out of curiosity.
Lu Heng smiled faintly, looked at Ouyang Mochou with burning eyes, and said softly: "Fate is in your own hands!"
The voice was not high, but it seemed to be filled with a special power and strange magic. It made people's hearts boil.
Outside the room.
Ouyang Rushuang leaned against the pillar, raised her pretty face, and murmured to herself, reciting Lu Heng's words, and was speechless for a long time.
…
Early the next morning, Lu Heng and others continued on the road.
After the group of people left Tongfu Inn, belatedly, Di Chuanfang, the official of Shuozhou Prefecture, led a group of Shuozhou officials, big and small, and gathered at the entrance of Tongfu Inn.
After hearing the news that the Imperial Master and his party had left the city at dawn.
Di Chuanfang looked up to the sky and cried out sadly, her body almost falling out of regret.
"My dear mother, the future is worrying!"
When I looked up to the sky and screamed sadly, I saw the eldest son's old servant coming out of the alley next to Tongfu Inn, drunk and with a smile on his face.
This old man looked like he had just come out of a brothel, with his breasts exposed and his clothes sloppy.
Along the way, he was humming obscene lyrics and picking his teeth with a toothpick in his mouth.
The pattern is as obscene as it is.
"Huang Jiu?" When Di Chuanfang saw the old man, his face suddenly darkened, and he said in a bad tone: "Why are you there? Why don't you invite the emperor's master to visit the house? Also, my unfilial son
where it goes?"
Huang Jiu was drunk. He raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at it with drowsy eyes.
When he saw clearly that the person standing in front of him was his own master, he was immediately startled.
Most of the alcohol on my head has dissipated.
"Sir!" Huang Jiu saluted Di Chuanfang respectfully, with an extremely respectful expression.
Di Chuanfang waved her hands angrily, and after smelling the smell of inferior alcohol on Huang Jiu's body, she covered her mouth and nose with a look of boredom and took a step back.
"Where is Di Qing? Where has Di Qing gone?" Di Chuanfang frowned, glanced around, and asked with a frown.
Huang Jiu opened his mouth and burped, and the smell of alcohol suddenly filled his mouth.
Huang Jiu chuckled, stretched out his finger to the guide door, and said with a pleased smile: "Master, the master is gone!"
"Gone?" Di Chuanfang said with a dark face, "Where have you gone?"
Huang Jiu scratched his head and smiled. After thinking for a while, he said: "I'm going to Jiangning! Mr. Lu has issued a letter of introduction to the young master, asking him to go to Jiangning Military Academy to study!"
"Jiangning Military Academy?" Di Chuanfang suddenly looked happy, and then heard that Di Qing went alone, and immediately said displeased: "Why didn't he ask for a letter of recommendation from his two brothers?"
"How long has he been gone? Can he be chased back?" Di Chuanfang said anxiously: "As the eldest brother in the family, I should give this opportunity to my younger brother. Why is he so ignorant of etiquette?"
A flash of helplessness flashed in Huang Jiu's eyes, and he lowered his head and sighed: "Young Master left at noon yesterday and worked hard all the way. He must have arrived at Henan Road by now! Hehe, I can't catch you back!"
Di Chuanfang was immediately furious. He drew out his sword and struck it on the pillar. He said with a black face: "You traitor!"
The corner of Huang Jiu's mouth twitched, he smiled helplessly, lowered his head, and did not answer.
Di Chuanfang's chest rose and fell with anger, and she walked back and forth several times with her hands behind her back.
"Did he say anything?" Di Chuanfang stopped and asked in a deep voice.
Huang Jiu raised his sleeve, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes!"
"What did he say?"
Huang Jiu sighed, turned his head, and looked at the fiery morning sun in the east, at the morning glow that covered half of the sky and the golden sunrise.
The morning breeze blew by, and the sun shone on Huang Jiu's skinny face, bringing with it an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and weight.
The shabby clothes covered with patches on his body rustled in the cold morning breeze.
The hunchbacked waist was now slightly straightened.
With a happy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and looked at Di Chuanfang.
"Grandson, you wait. When I go to Jiangning, I must look like a good person. Ten years later, I must carry my mother's coffin, enter through the gate dignifiedly, and place it in the center of the ancestral hall. Other ghosts and snake gods,
Please step aside for me!"
Huang Jiu's saliva flew from his mouth, and he was very high-spirited for a moment, quite domineering as if he was fighting with other scholars.
However, Di Chuanfang on the side was now as black as carbon and his whole body was shaking with anger.
"Bastard, Huang Jiu, you are so brave!" Di Chuanfang heard her colleagues beside her covering their mouths and snickering. She suddenly became furious, pointed at Huang Jiu, and scolded sternly.
Huang Jiu trembled in fright, and quickly lowered his head and replied: "Master, this is what the young master said personally, and it has nothing to do with this slave at all!"
"The traitor!"
Di Chuanfang kicked the inn door, and with a crash, the thin door panel of the inn was immediately torn into pieces.
Behind him, the officials kept snickering, seeming to be laughing at him.
But Huang Jiu lowered his head and said nothing, with a sly smile on his lips. It was very sinister, but very satisfying!
…
The sky is vast and everything is revived.
In the vast wilderness, the wheat waves reflect the bright sunshine and refract the charming golden light.
When the wind blows, the wheat waves rise and fall with the wind, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers and rice in the fields.
Beside the road, in the sparse grass, there are occasionally one or two brightly colored flowers.
Bees and butterflies chase and dance gracefully.
A group of cavalry passed by the road, and the butterfly resting on the flowers flapped its wings and flew slowly into the distance.
The group left Shuozhou and headed straight for Yanmen Pass.
In the vast wilderness, there is a vibrant green.
And on the official road that was like a line connecting heaven and earth, a team of horses surrounded a carriage, slowly driving in.
The sky is high and the sky is high. In this vast wilderness, this horse team is like a tiny half of ants, moving slowly.
The squeaking sound of wheels became the only sound in this wilderness, apart from the rustling of wheat waves.
Monotonous, but not boring.
Occasionally, a burst of laughter like silver bells came from the carriage, spreading the spring scenery all the way.
The laughter was because Lu Heng, who was bored in the car, was telling jokes.
Moreover, they were still telling dirty jokes.
The one who laughed was naturally Ouyang Mochou.
Ouyang Rushuang, who was sitting next to her, blushed as red as a ripe apple, not to mention how embarrassed she was.
This Lu Heng, who looks like a man of five or six, is full of male thieves and female prostitutes.
Could it be that Dazhou is already short of talents to this extent?
Otherwise, how could he ascend to the high position of emperor and master, which is highly respected by scholars all over the world?
However, Lu Heng didn't seem to notice her embarrassment at all. He probably pretended not to notice it if he did.
I still go my own way along the way and say whatever I need to say.
Lu Heng took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and continued: "Speaking of which, a sweaty horse galloped past. The woman on the horse was having her menstrual period. In a hurry, the woman replaced a
I threw the menstrual belt away casually. It happened to be thrown on the face of a passerby on the roadside who just raised his head! Painful, the passerby took off the menstrual belt and took a look. He was immediately shocked and exclaimed:
After all, it is a sweaty BMW. At this speed, tsk tsk, just throw a piece of cloth and it will hit the person's face with blood!" (To be continued)