The prince is very fierce

The bright moonlight shines in the canyon. Lying next to the firewood pile behind the earthen stove, you can see the vast sea of ​​stars above the mountain top from the door, which is so beautiful.

Xu Bu Ling was covered with thatch and sleeping soundly, while the black dog was lying in the kennel at the door, making a "gurgling" sound.

The night was very quiet, and I don’t know how long it had passed. There was another rustling sound in the side room opposite the courtyard dam.

Wearing a skirt...

Xu Buling raised his head and opened his eyes, only to see the door open and the little village girl come out of the house, her dress neat and covered with a blanket. He thought it would be convenient to wake up at night, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

But after the little village girl left the room, she ran straight to the kitchen door, took a small wooden stick, squatted down next to the earthen stove, and poked Xu Buling's leg with the small wooden stick:

"Hello? Hello?"

"..."

Xu Bu Ling looked sleepy, opened his eyes, and tightened his tight robe:

"Girl, what do you want to do?"

The little village girl squatted at the entrance of the earthen stove, Ru Yue'er frowned slightly, and her eyes were a little confused:

"In the poem you just read, what does 'the tomb of the heroes of Wuling is missing' mean?"

That's it?

I thought it would be a long night without any intention of sleeping peacefully...

Xu Buling was bored, blinked his eyes, sat up, and explained seriously: "Well, the missing Tomb of the Heroes of Wuling means... is..." At this point, his expression froze slightly.

"Five Tombs" refers to the tombs of "Han Gaozu, Han Hui, Han Jing, Han Wu, and Han Zhao." How can this be explained?

The little village girl obviously has obsessive-compulsive disorder. She was tortured by this unintelligible poem for half the night. She would not be able to sleep until she understood it. At this time, he squatted on the ground and moved two steps forward:

"What do you mean?"

Xu Buling held it in for a long time: "Well...it's a character in a book. It's a novel. The people in it are all fictitious. Wuling refers to the tombs of the five emperors in the novel."

When the little village girl heard this, she naturally asked: "Which book?"

"The Han Dynasty."

"Han Dynasty?"

The little village girl thought about it carefully and said slightly displeased: "You are lying, you don't have this book."

As the saying goes, ‘a lie needs a hundred lies to make up for it’. Xu Buling knew that if he asked any more questions, it would definitely exceed his knowledge accumulation, so he could only say with a smile:

"I just wrote it, and I haven't read it. It's just a history book, so it's not interesting."

The little village girl nodded thoughtfully, thought for a while, and then asked:

"Has Mr. Tang written any other poems? Read them to me..."

As he spoke, he stood up, ran to the cupboard, picked up the only remaining pot of home-brewed peach blossom wine, brought two wooden bowls over, placed them in front of Xu Buling, and poured two bowls:

"I'll buy you a drink."

"hehe……"

After being treated like this, Xu Buling didn't feel sleepy anymore. He sat on the floor against the wall, gave her the small stool, and then picked up the wine bowl:

"I know a lot of poetry, but it's just leisurely and elegant, and I don't know much about the person who wrote the poetry. If you don't want to get to the bottom of it, I can read it to you."

The little village girl sat down on the bench, holding a small wooden bowl, and nodded: "Speak boldly, I won't ask you."

Xu Buling picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of the not-so-drinking bitter wine, and thought for a while: "I still remember one of Tang Bohu's poems, "Liu Hua", the spring is beautiful and the autumn is ruthless, and the beauty fades without stopping. Huang Liang Meng Spring Festival Gala, why bother to meet again after separation? Youth is short and fleeting, we should have fun in time and cherish our youth..."

The little village girl also took a sip of her wine. After listening carefully, she nodded slightly: "It's not as good as the previous one. Are there any others?"

"Others..."

Xu Buling searched his mind and continued: "There is also a plum blossom cut by Li Qingzhao. The fragrance of red lotus roots lingers in the jade mushrooms. In the autumn, he undresses his clothes lightly and gets on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yanzi returns, , the moon is full in the west building. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and there is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frown, but it is written in my heart when my husband is not around..."

The little village girl thought about it carefully: "It's not bad...but it's too sad for spring and autumn. I don't like it. Is there anything that sounds more comfortable? One that makes people happy?"

Xu Buling smiled a little. It seemed that this little village girl was living in seclusion here because she was not hurt by emotions. She was quite optimistic. He pondered for a moment and said softly:

"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine. How about it?"

"Hmm...this is good, are there any more?"

The little village girl obviously didn't drink well, her face was a bit red, but she was very energetic. She looked straight at Xu Buling, without any other emotions mixed in, with pure satisfaction.

A lonely man and a woman in the deep mountains and old forests, the charming atmosphere should have been there. But for some reason, when Xu Buling sat in front of this little woman, it was difficult for her to have other thoughts even if she was beautiful. It feels like a piece of pure white jade is placed in front of you, which makes you feel ashamed and gives up those messy thoughts from the bottom of your heart.

It's like ordinary people meeting a saint and worrying that their philistine words and deeds will make the saint look down on them.

Xu Buling can be regarded as one of the best among people. This is the first time he feels this way, but it is not a bad thing. He chuckled lightly:

"Of course there is. I am very good at Taoism in my middle age, and I live in the southern border of the mountains in my later years. I go alone every time when I am happy, and I know all my successes. When I walk to a waterless place, I sit and watch the clouds rise. I accidentally visit Lin Sou, and talk and laugh without returning. Period. It talks about the secluded life in Zhongnan Mountain, which is somewhat similar to the girl now. "

The little village girl savored it carefully and smiled: "I met an old man in the forest by chance, and we talked and laughed without a return date. You are the old man I met in the woods. We can chat all the time without thinking about when to go back."

This smile was as bright as peach blossoms.

It was the first time that Xu Buling saw the little village girl smile. He was slightly stunned, and then he smiled:

"What old man? I guess he is not even as old as you, girl."

"That's what the poem says. Well... I met a young man by chance, and we talked and laughed without a return date... It doesn't rhyme..."

"Then change it, let me think..."

...

The long night was silent, and the four fields were silent.

The jade plate was suspended in the air, casting bright moonlight, which was scattered in the farmyard among thousands of peach trees.

Two men and women who had never met each other sat behind the earthen stove in the small kitchen, like poor farmers in a mountain village, but they talked about the most famous literary treasures of all dynasties. The scene was both weird and special.

The weather was too cold, and Xu Buling lit the stove in the middle of the night.

Maybe she was hungry, the little village girl stood up, took a frozen fish from the window, and stewed a pot of fish soup with pickled vegetables as the auxiliary material. Her expression was still focused, listening to Xu Buling who was lighting the fire explaining poetry.

Xu Buling watched the little village girl wandering around in the kitchen. For some reason, he felt that this life seemed quite comfortable. After nearly two months of running around and fighting, it suddenly stopped, just like a knight who had been licking blood on the edge of a knife for half a lifetime. In the interval between fighting and killing, he suddenly came to this secluded place. When the storm stopped, he felt that the trivial matters of the past were meaningless, and he didn't want to pick them up again after putting them down.

Perhaps only the Jianghu who have experienced the ups and downs of life and death can understand this kind of plain good.

Unfortunately, Xu Buling was not born in the Jianghu. There was no such thing as returning to the mountains and retiring in the imperial family.

The two chatted about poetry in the kitchen, sipping a jar of wine, and finally drank it all.

Unknowingly, the east was getting white, and it was already early morning.

The little village girl was sleepy, still holding her chin with her hands, still listening carefully, and had no intention of going to sleep. She said that she would not ask questions, but when she encountered words and sentences she did not understand, she would still ask about them. Even if Xu Buling did not know, she had to make up a reasonable explanation for her, otherwise she would keep asking.

Xu Buling was dry-mouthed, and seeing that it was already dawn, he said: "It's dawn, girl, go to bed early, staying up late is harmful to your health."

The little village girl had a bit of unsatisfied eyes, but she still nodded and rubbed her eyes: "I thought you wrote it at first, but so many poems, one person can't write it. You are quite honest." After saying that, she got up and went back to the side room.

Xu Buling shook his head and chuckled. He was not sleepy at dawn, and he had to hurry to go out and meet Chuchu, so he walked out of the kitchen with a sword and went to the river to continue fishing...