Forty-one, Morning Mountain Desert

The next day, the sky was still shining, and Yu Qingcun carried his bag early, was alone, and then embarked on the road of drifting. This mountain path is rugged, which is different from the mood when you came. But I feel cold and lonely all the way.

Yu Qingcun remembered Jun Cheng's words that day, "I will make the world peaceful everywhere. No matter where you are, you can be safe and happy." He smiled softly. The world is so big that it can hide dirt. No matter how wise and powerful the king is, it is finally powerful.

However, the punishment order issued by Juncheng made Yuqing more or less regretful. He walked around the world that day. Because he was handsome, he also attracted a lot of coveters. If it hadn't been for this strict order, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for him to protect himself.

In a hurry, there was a call from behind him: "Sir, Mr. Fang, stop." But Yan Xiu and his father came in a hurry.

Last night, the scandal of Lord Liu's gaffe was spread in private. Yan Xiu always came to school early, but found that the house was empty and hurried back home to ask questions. As soon as the neighbors put it together, they will know it. Yan Xiu cried and said that he must go to see Yu Qingcun for the last time. Yan's father couldn't do it. At the same time, Yu Qingcun was friendly. He took Yan Xiu, brought some farewell gifts from the villagers, and hurried over.

As soon as Yan Xiu saw Yu Qingcun, he cried and threw himself into Yu Qingcun's arms. Yu Qingcun sighed, touched his little head, and only said, "Xuer should study well in the future. Don't play with yourself anymore."

Yan Xiu raised his little face full of tears and said, "I learned it well. What can I do? The emperor is not powerful at all. Isn't a man like him forced to go away from home?

Yu Qingcun was stared at the words, but unexpectedly, the little child could think about it. He squatted down, gently straightened Li Yanxiu's messy hair, and said warmly, "Xu'er, the emperor alone can govern the world. Xiuer studied hard and went to the emperor to help him when he grew up. At that time, won't people like you be forced again?"

Yan Xiu lowered his head for a moment and asked, "Sir, why don't you help the emperor?"

When Yu Qingcun saw that he asked this question again, he unconsciously meditated again and didn't have time to answer for a while.

Yan Xiu then asked, "Sir, if you don't like the emperor, do you like other people?"

Yu Qingcun was stunned, and his eyes gradually showed some coldness. He unconsciously looked into the distance and whispered, "Yes... I like... other people."

Yan Xiu seemed to be very sad when he saw Yu Qingcun. Although he was a little puzzled, he did not dare to ask again. Suddenly, his little mouth squeaked again and cried, "I like my husband. When I grow up, I will be with him, not with the emperor."

Yu Qingcun unconsciously smiled, reached out and patted Yan Xiu on the shoulder and said, "Xuer should read the book well first, and then decide whether to be with the gentleman or with the emperor in the future, how about it?"

Yan Xiu made up his mind. After reading a good book in the future, he must go out to find his husband. Thinking of this, he nodded vigorously.

Yu Qingcun saw that the little face was full of perseverance, and at the same time, he was also a little melancholy.

If you read this book well, what is it for? In this life, even if the talent is outstanding, what can be left in the great history? If you read this book well, is it really reasonable? Can it really benefit the world? Looking at everything in the world, do you really need the world to do it like that?

The poem says: The blue smoke is far away, and the soup is flowing. When you live in a micro-life, the creation will always be like this.

Again, he said: After thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life and the passing water. How about the action and the recovery? It's not true.