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In the end, Huo Yunshan still walked with Ashina Siming, leaving Xiaobai behind.

There is no way, this is what it should be, last night has killed their prestige, the proper etiquette is still to be done, it can't be for a moment of enthusiasm, and the alliance between the two countries will not be finalized.

Xiaobai reads a book with Zhanfei, heartbroken.

Zhan Fei looked a little funny when he saw how distracted he was: "Xiaobai, why have you been so absent-minded recently?"

Xiaobai glanced at him melancholy: "Hey."

Zhan Fei handed him a book in front of him: "You can take a look at this book, I heard it's very interesting."

Xiaobai touched it, and there were three correct official script characters on the cover: Ximenji!

"Does it look good?" Xiaobai asked earnestly. At first glance, the name looks like a story about a teenager's love affair or a spring boudoir. Girls generally like it very much, but boys don't think it's interesting.

Zhan Fei smiled: "I haven't watched it yet. Yun Xiaolu got it from the soldiers. I heard that the soldiers like to watch it."

Xiaobai put the book in his arms: "I think this kind of book is interesting to read at night. I'd better read more sage books during the day. Last time you told me to write poetry, teach me."

Hearing what he said, Zhan Fei sighed slightly: "Although you don't read much, you understand the truth of reading very well. I have nothing to teach you, and you don't need to learn. Sometimes, you learn too much. It's not necessarily a good thing, maybe, there are a lot of troubles for no reason."

Xiaobai shook his head sullenly: "Before, when I read Qin Luan's poems, I always felt that his heart was full of beautiful rivers and mountains, and his eyes were full of exquisite scenery. Why can he see such beautiful things in his eyes, but I have traveled all over He saw the mountains and rivers, but he didn't feel the beauty in his eyes."

Zhanfei smiled: "I can't feel it either."

He sighed: "Xiaobai, you have traveled so many places, but you don't feel that beautiful. It's not that the mountains and rivers are not beautiful, but that you have other things in your heart. A person's temperament and character determine the beauty in his eyes. In this world, there is no one who can be as upright and tolerant as Qin Luan, so there is no one who can write such beautiful poems as him."

Xiao Bai looked at Zhan Fei, and said softly: "What about you, brother Zhan, your talent is no less than Qin Luan's. What about your poems?"

Zhan Fei smiled: "I have anger in my heart, and I haven't written poetry for many years."

Xiaobai bowed his head regretfully: "Hey..."

Zhan Fei persuaded: "If you want to learn how to write poems, you should find the young master. He is gentle and smart, and he is also a great master. It's just that he is busy with work now, so he doesn't write poems."

Xiaobai looked at him in surprise: "Hua Hua also writes poetry?"

Zhan Fei smiled, pointed to a pair of words hanging on the wall and said: "That is the poem he wrote."

Xiaobai looked intently, and there was Zhanfei's handsome and solitary regular script on it: Lianjun Guxiu Zhizhong.

"Only this sentence?" Xiaobai looked at Zhanfei suspiciously.

Zhan Fei smiled: "He only wrote this sentence, maybe... I don't know what to write later, or maybe, I can't write the following words. Let's stop."

Looking at these two poems, Xiaobai felt a faint pain in his heart.

To be honest, he didn't think such a poem was written by Huo Yunshan, but such an elegant and melancholy poem seemed to be written by Xiao Luan.But Xiao Luan's temperament is more lingering, gentle and gentle, and it doesn't look like this style.

Huo Yunshan's thoughts seemed to be more secretive and gloomy.

He seemed to understand Huo Yunshan less and less.

So where did that lively and lovely little dandy go?Is it because of me?It must be because of me.

Xiaobai thought uncomfortably.

Maybe he really likes Huo Yunshan.

His hand caressed the words carefully, as if stroking Huo Yunshan's soft and fragile heart.

While he was sad, a figure rushed in.

Xiao Bai turned his head sharply, it was Little Mingzhu.

"What are you doing here?" Xiaobai asked, Zhanfei was indifferent, he didn't like people to disturb him very much.

Little Mingzhu and her little maid glared at Xiaobai unhappily.

This princess was born pretty well, with big eyes and a small mouth, and she is pretty when she stares at people. If she stares at ordinary men, people might think she is beautiful and feel happy.

But Xiaobai is different from other men. He thinks it is unfriendly for people to stare at him. Whether it is a beautiful girl or not, he feels a little worried.

Holding a dagger in her hand, Little Mingzhu stared at Zhan Fei: "Why do you say that you wrote the Gate of Longevity!"

Zhanfei looked at her in surprise: "Princess, what are you talking about?"

Holding a book in her hand, Xiao Mingzhu threw it at Zhan Fei. Xiao Bai was afraid that she would mess with Zhan Fei, so she immediately reached out and copied it.

"Brother Zhan's legs are inconvenient, how can you throw things at him casually!" Xiao Bai said unhappily.

Many people throw things to express their anger when they are angry, and they also draw territory to express that they are very angry at this time and let others not approach them.

But throwing something at a person with a disabled leg is hateful.

Little Mingzhu stared at Xiaobai and Zhanfei coldly.

"He stole my things!" She said coldly, looking at them with disgust.

Xiaobai looked down at the things in his hand.It was still a book with big characters on it: The Story of Ximen!

"Hey, you can read Chinese characters!" Xiaobai looked at the princess in surprise. She is a princess of a barbarian and speaks Chinese very well. Forget it, she can still read Chinese characters!

Little Mingzhu pointed at Zhanfei: "You thief, you actually told others that the Longevity is yours!"

Zhan Fei frowned Xiuya, and said lightly: "The Gate of Longevity was originally written below, it was just a small poem, why did the princess bother so much?"

Little Mingzhu glared at Zhanfei angrily: "You are talking nonsense, the Gate of Longevity is a poem in this book, written by Mr. Hongye!"

Xiaobai smiled: "Brother Zhan is called Hongye!"

Little Mingzhu snorted coldly: "I have met Mr. Hongye, he is not a cripple!"

"You!" Xiao Bai looked at Xiao Mingzhu dissatisfied, "You are a princess, how can you speak evil words!"

Little Mingzhu was so anxious that she was about to explode, the little maid behind her grabbed her sleeves, held down the princess who was about to run away, and then seriously said to Xiaobai: "His Royal Highness, the thing is like this, our princess has always admired this Mr. Hongye, who wrote The Story of Ximen, even liked the poems in it, but today we heard from your soldiers that one of the poems in it was written by Mr. Zhan, so let’s find out.”

Little Mingzhu cried out in dissatisfaction: "Ask me clearly, I want an explanation, this Mr. Zhan, you all said he is very talented, you are simply going too far!"

Her eyes turned aside the words on the side suddenly, and she became even more angry: "My God, you even copied "Praise of the Lone Tree"!"

Xiao Bai was shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about, this is obviously a poem of disaster!"

Little Mingzhu was very excited: "Nonsense! You thieves!"

It's over!Now it's big!

What are these things!Xiaobai persuaded heartily: "Princess, don't worry, just speak slowly, and Huaicao and I will definitely find out!"

Little Mingzhu glared at Xiaobai dissatisfied: "If you don't give me an explanation, I will always look down on you guys, and I won't marry Huo Yunshan!"

She rushed over, grabbed the words, and tore them into pieces.

Zhan Fei: "..."

"You!" Xiaobai didn't react, he never thought that this girl could do such a thing, and because of the differences between men and women, it's not easy to argue.

So I can only watch this girl ruin her good writing.

The pieces of paper fluttered and fell in front of my eyes, slowly falling from where my eyes could see.Xiao Bai's heart trembled slightly, at that moment, he seemed to understand Huo Yunshan's mood.

Lianjun is lonely and shows up in the courtyard.

Note: This poem was not written by me, but by a great poet in ancient times. Students who are interested can look it up.In fact, writing poetry is like being a human being, what you think in your heart is what you make.If the thoughts in the heart are obscene, those good poems that are forced to come out will not be distracted, and there will be no real feelings.In this world, there are not many people like Xiaobai, and even fewer people like Qin Luan. The most precious thing is a person who is extremely smart, understands the ugliness of the world, and still treats the world gently.In the eyes of such people, they can naturally see the beauty of the country and the beauty of the good times.