Thirty-nine, Qingcheng Leisure Residence

In spring, under the rule of the Great New Dynasty, Qingcheng.

Soft waves of spring water, new willows on the embankment. On this day, the light is clear, and the mountains are smoky, but the sky is clear for thousands of miles, and a group of egrets fly diagonally.

Where the willows are hanging, there is a boat. There was a man sitting on the boat, dressed in blue, with a leisurely and calm expression, and he was fishing by himself.

"Sir, sir." Suddenly, Liu Si moved and drilled out a small head, but he was a seven- or eight-year-old child with a beautiful appearance. He boasted into the boat with a smile, sat on the side of the man in blue, and was shocked away the fish that was biting the hook. The man in blue looked at a wave of ripples on the water gradually, and turned his head helplessly and looked at the child with a smile.

"Cuer, you're naughty again. What, have you finished all the homework assigned today?

"It's done. Copy the words 50 times and read a scripture. It's all done. Why don't you, sir? The child smiled narrowly. He knew that his husband was the most amiable after class. The gentleman loves to go fishing by the river in the afternoon, which is his biggest leisure time of the day, but at this time, he will never give up to check his homework.

"Well - if you don't do it well, you will be punished tomorrow morning." The man in blue touched the child's head with a smile, and his smile was a little spoiled.

Isn't there another night tomorrow morning? Let's work hard then. The child's dark eyes turned, responded casually, and replied to his husband with an extremely pure smile.

This man in blue is elegant and very handsome. Although it is an ordinary dress, it can also be seen that the characters are romantic and have a dusty temperament. But it was the jade Qingcun in those years.

Since leaving Guangtai Temple that night, he changed his name to Fang Du and walked all the way to the southeast. Although he left Jinglian with pain, the pleading and desperate eyes of Jinglian at night lingered for a long time. It made him depressed for the first few months. Every time I go through a place, I don't dare to stay more. I just want to walk far away.

After half a year, I finally stayed in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

This place is called Qingcheng. In fact, it is just a small village. Surrounded by mountains on all sides, it is located in a remote area and has a pure folk style. Due to the heavy mountain cover, the road is dangerous and has little contact with the outside world.

For Yu Qingcun, it is an ideal place to live for a long time.

He teaches here every day for a living. Although life here is simple, the spirit of learning is popular. The villagers have great respect for the scholars, and they have even more admiration for Mr. Fang from a foreign country. This party is beautiful, erudite and elegant, and very kind. If you can't afford to pay for it, you don't dislike it. Those villagers don't want to repay them, but they usually send some firewood, rice and other things from time to thank you. Life is leisurely and quiet.

I gradually stop thinking about many things in the past. After all, it was my own choice. After leaving, I had to live such a separated life.

Among the students, this child is smart and smart, and is the most creative. It's just that the child is naive and doesn't know how to study hard, which hurts his parents. Over the past few years, I don't know how many gentlemen have been invited to teach, but they can't change it. Six months ago, Yu Qingcun came here to teach. Yan Xiu was very fond of him, but what Mr. Fang taught would not be lazy, which made the Yan family very relieved.

At this time, Yan Correction blinked his big eyes and pestered Yu Qingcun to keep asking this and that.

"Sir, what's it like outside the mountain? My mother always says that the most powerful person in the world is the emperor. If you study well, you can be with the emperor, which is the greatest blessing of being a man. Have you met the emperor, sir? What does it look like? Is it like Uncle Zhang on East Street? I'm most afraid of him. He always chases and spanks me. Yan Xiu pouted his little mouth, very aggrieved and dissatisfied.

Uncle Zhang in Yan Xiu's mouth is a butcher on East Street. He is thick-looking and powerful. Yan Xiu always likes to make trouble, and he is so angry that he stare at him. One time, he secretly opened the fence and chased several little pigs raised by Zhang Butcher all over the ground, and two of them fell into the pond. That time, Yan Xiu was so scared that he didn't dare to go to the East Street for a long time.

Thinking of Jun Cheng's clear and handsome appearance, I don't know what to think if the village children think of him as a butcher. Yu Qingcun couldn't help laughing.

"Emperor... very beautiful and very good-looking." Yu Qingcun said with a smile.

"Is it beautiful? Do you have a good-looking gentleman?" Yan Xiu asked curiously.

"Well, it looks much better than me." Yu Qingcun smiled very gently. A spring breeze came, and the water rippled on his face, making his face clear and quiet.

Is it much better than your husband? Yan Xiu lowered his little head seriously, and he didn't believe it. Mr. Fang is the most beautiful person he has ever seen, just like... a fairy, um, like a fairy. He thought affirmatively in his little heart.

"Have you ever seen the emperor? Then why not go with him? Is he too powerful?" Yan Xiu asked here, remembering the terrible appearance of Zhang Butcher when he was angry, and asked with fear.

"Uh--" Yu Qingcun pondered, thinking about how to answer.

"I know. My husband must not like him very much." Yan Xiu raised his little head and smiled proudly.

Yu Qing was stunned. But I heard him continue to say, "Because - I don't like Uncle Zhang." He said it with a clear look on his chest. Yu Qingcun couldn't help laughing.

Yan Xiu looked at Yu Qingcun's stretched smile and only felt that such a gentleman was simply beautiful, and he unconsciously looked stupid.

Yu Qingcun suddenly didn't see him talking, so he touched the little head with a smile and said, "What's wrong?"

Yan Xiu wanted to return to him, but he heard an urgent call from the shore. Sir! Mr. Fang!" A twelve-year-old boy came.

Yu Qingcun and Yan Xiu looked at it together, but saw that the child ran to him breathlessly and said, "Mr. Fang, Lord Wang just sent a message and asked him to go to his house for a banquet tonight."