The rice paddies are magnificent, the scenery on the clouds

When a legend that has been dusted for thousands of years is mentioned again, it is enough to arouse everyone's curiosity.

Above the classroom, after Xiao Yi glanced at Xiu Qianmo at this time, curiosity forced him to continue: "The relationship between Young Master Xiu San and Feng Dilang is only mentioned in the book. But after searching on the Internet There is a script that describes the relationship between the two in a specific and appropriate way. How did the creator of the script write these contents? It seems that it is very difficult to find this script now. And the script creator is a A scholar named Song Ming. Teacher, is he your..."

Xiao Yi's tone became less certain, and he looked at Fu Hai on the podium with a questioning look.

Sitting on the podium, Fu Hai nodded and asked with great interest, "What's your name, this classmate?"

"Teacher, student Xiao Yi!" Xiao Yi hurriedly replied after being scrutinized by Fu Hai in the distance.

Fu Hai nodded and praised: "Student Xiao Yi, you are the first one in class who dares to break through the authority and question the teacher. So, I can answer your questions. Everything is as you think, Song Ming is indeed my student, and the reason why he understands that period of history is because thousands of years ago, Song Liangyin and Song Yushi in the Dafeng Dynasty felt the relationship between Feng Dilang and the three young masters, And what I wrote about the 'Yunshang Molangzhi' between the two!"

After Fu Hai finished speaking, everyone in the classroom was amazed by this, looked at each other and whispered.

"So, the scholars of the Song and Ming Dynasties wrote the script based on 'Mo Lang Zhi on the Cloud'?" Xiao Yi wondered, "No, 'Mo Lang Zhi on the Cloud' has a history of thousands of years. How did Song and Ming scholars know about it?"

Xiao Yifang felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and raised his head, but suddenly saw Fu Hai looking at him with a smile, without any intention of blaming him.

"Scholars from the Song and Ming Dynasties are descendants of Song Liangyin, so it's not surprising for him to know about 'Molangzhi on the Cloud', isn't it, teacher." Feng Xuanlang, who had been silent all this time, stood up and said calmly.

"Yes, Mr. Lang!" Fu Haizhen nodded with a solemn expression.

I see!Some of the students present finally solved the confusion they had been having for many years.It's just that such a highly respected scholar actually gave such a respectful title to a student, which shocked everyone.But at this moment they came to their senses, Feng Xuanlang, isn't he also a different character?He is only a freshman, but he is qualified to be the chairman of the student union. Some people even learned that Feng Xuanlang is only eighteen years old, and he is already the president of a real estate company.Many people who deal with him call him "Mr. Lang" respectfully.

Mr. Lang is what everyone called Fengdi Lang thousands of years ago before he ascended the throne.However, this title was miraculously applied to Feng Xuanlang.

"Mo Lang Zhi on the cloud, Xuan Lang on the rice paddies, and the scenery on the cloud. When Feng Di Lang was in the court, there was no rain or dew, and there was no harem. Even in his prime, he abdicated the throne to let the virtuous, and committed suicide. Is it true? For the cultivation of the Third Young Master?" Xiao Yi couldn't believe it, "What is the relationship between Feng Dilang and the Third Young Master?"

"Feng Dilang and the three young masters from thousands of years ago have passed away, but now in front of us, don't we happen to have students Feng Xuanlang and Xiu Qianmo ready-made?" , turned to Feng Xuanlang and Xiu Qianmo who were seated, and said slowly: "Mr. Lang, classmate Xiu, what do you think?"

Everyone looked at Feng Xuanlang and Xiu Qianmo in unison, and the commotional crowd fell silent.Deathly silence.Realizing that he had nothing to do with himself and could no longer meddle in it, Xiao Yi quickly sat down.

"The third young master once told Feng Dilang that in this life, he would kill all the people in the world for Feng Dilang and protect him for the rest of his life. And Feng Dilang also said, even in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, he promised The third young master, in this life, the grace of the emperor will not touch the rain or dew, and it is only for one person. I don’t need to explain the relationship between Feng Dilang and the three young masters. Now I just want to know, Qianmo, what do you think? In the entire classroom, Feng Xuan stood calmly, with a flirtatious and dignified demeanor, bright and eye-catching.However, this dazzling man, his eyes fell on that person, the person who had been involved with him for thousands of years.

Xiuqianmo was suddenly out of breath, and his elegant and gentle face was covered with a layer of mourning.Every word Feng Xuanlang said reached Xiu Qianmo's ears and was deeply engraved in his mind.Suddenly, there is a feeling of suffocating pain...

After remaining silent, he stood up slowly, and involuntarily looked in the direction of Feng Xuanlang, staring at Feng Xuanlang in yellow.While reflecting his own figure in Feng Xuanlang's narrow and charming eyes, he also made Feng Xuanlang's figure stop in his own life.The feeling that had been entangled for many years seemed to come suddenly, his consciousness became chaotic, and his vision began to blur, but he still wanted to see the man in front of him clearly.Not knowing whether it was reality or a dream, Xiu Qianmo gently opened her red lips and said slowly:

"Whether it is the battle of the dynasty or the battle of the prisoner dragon, whether it is the summit of Taihua or the scenery on the clouds, thousands of years ago, many people should bear in mind that Feng Dilang, who was dressed in a yellow dragon robe, was also dressed in purple. The three young masters in long gowns, two silhouettes, one yellow and one purple, fight side by side to save the world, share the wind and rain, stay close and know each other."

The crowd was uproarious, unbelievable.At this time, Feng Xuanlang and Xiu Qianmo, don't they also happen to be one yellow and one purple?As if for a while, everyone seemed to see Feng Xuanlang and the three young masters thousands of years ago.So fit, so, perfect!

Xiu Qianmo's voice was soft and ethereal, like a dream.

"Perhaps, they were like this at the time! So..."

So two people, that life, bear the wind and rain together, never leave.Huangquanbiluo, life and death depend on each other!

Qianmo, Qianmo...

"Then, Mr. Lang, and the third young master, how will you deal with it now?" Fu Hai stood up slowly, standing upright, energetic, staring at Feng Xuanlang and Xiu Qianmo.

After everyone listened, they were silent like cicadas, daring not to make a sound.However, when everyone was eagerly waiting for the answer from the so-called party, Xiu Qianmo, who was originally obsessed with his face, instantly regained his senses, and his handsome face regained an elegant and gentle expression, and he calmly responded before Feng Xuanlang said: :

"Teacher, although the love between Feng Dilang and the third young master is moving, but that happened thousands of years ago. Today, I will not be the third young master, and Mr. Lang, let alone It will be Feng Dilang, right, Xuan Lang?"

After Xiuqianmo finished speaking, he turned to Feng Xuanlang with an inquiring gaze.

Feng Xuanlang stared at Xiu Qianmo, although his face was calm, but his resolute heart quietly collapsed unconsciously.

"Perhaps, eh?"

But maybe, isn't it?No, indeed not!Qianmo, you have been waiting for me for 15 years in "Scenery on the Clouds", and I have been watching for thousands of years in the cycle of reincarnation.

Qianmo, my man, my husband...

At this time, there is a kind of emotion, like strong love, and a kind of fetter, long-lasting love.Zhijiaoren, the stubbornness and perseverance of a lifetime, will be defeated in an instant.

This time, the historical guide left a deep impression on the people present.An unexpected discussion, the astonishing words from Feng Xuanlang, Xiu Qianmo and Fu Hai are enough to make people unforgettable.Since then, some people have talked about it.However, it was also the last words of Xiuqianmo and Feng Xuanlang, which directly cut off the only involvement in this life, making it possible for some "Mr. Human thoughts are completely eliminated.

Today's Xiuqianmo will not be the Three Young Masters, and Feng Xuanlang will not be Feng Dilang either.

Jiyi Lake, on the side of the lover's road, Xiuqianmo leaned on the fence alone to watch the lake, looking at the rippling blue waves and rippling Jiyi Lake, feeling the caress of the bleak autumn wind.The mountains in the distance are close at hand, but there is a feeling of being out of reach.It's like the indescribable feeling that has been buried in my heart.It is very close, but it will never be touched, uncovered, and even prying is difficult.

I haven't felt this way for many years, no matter whether I have been entangled in the reincarnation for thousands of years, or I have been aroused again after being strangled for many years.These are just an illusion, aren't they?

Feng Xuanlang finally found Xiu Qianmo, came to his side, and stood side by side with him.Xiu Qianmo didn't say a word, and he didn't say a word, just like that, quietly standing beside him, accompanying him.Just like thousands of years ago, Xiuqianmo stayed by his side unswervingly.

The two figures, one yellow and one purple, are graceful and untouched. They outline a beautiful picture beside this Jiyi Lake, which is refreshing and unforgettable.

At the end, Xiuqianmo said slowly:

"Xuan Lang..."

"Huh? I'm here, Qianmo!"

"Tell me, thousands of years ago, Feng Dilang and the third young master, why were they so desperate? I don't understand, they are so stupid!"

"Everyone in the world thinks so, but at that time, they were really in love, right?"

"Love is miserable?" Xiu Qianmo's heart felt an involuntary pain, which made it difficult for him to breathe.He lowered his head slowly, trying to calm himself down.

"Qianmo..." Feng Xuanlang stretched out his hand to touch Xiuqianmo's slightly distorted face at the moment.

However, when Feng Xuanlang's hand touched his face, that feeling, the warmth, made him dare not have it. It was extremely extravagant, but he couldn't ask for it.Xiu Qianmo suddenly raised his head, and took a step back, avoiding the touch of Feng Xuanlang's hand.

When Xiu Qianmo escaped from his touch, Feng Xuanlang's heart suddenly emptied.The slender hand stayed in the air, refusing to take it back.

"Xuan Lang, I, I'm going back first." Xiu Qianmo looked panic-stricken, turned and left immediately after speaking.

Looking at the back of the panic-stricken fleeing, Feng Xuanlang withdrew his hand, stood upright, and carried it behind his back.A figure, proud but lonely.