Compared with the harsh wind and rain in the Ming Palace and the terrifying fear in the Rongguo Mansion, the small garden of the Salt Government Office in Yangzhou Prefecture is so warm that it makes people intoxicated.

Jia Cong held Daiyu's hand and walked in the small garden with a Jiangnan style in the backyard of the Salt Administration Office.

Walk through the pebbled path, walk around the rockery made of Taihu stone, and then climb the small arch bridge made of white jade.

Daiyu pointed to the corner of the wall and bent her mouth and smiled, "Seek where, brother, third brother."

Jia Cong looked along Daiyu's white fingers, and saw a few plum blossoms in the corner of the southeast wall.

At this time, unless it is like the Lotus Garden, you can only see plum blossoms.

Jia Cong smiled and nodded, saying, "It's very beautiful."

When Daiyu heard this, her gaze flashed and she smiled cunningly: "Third brother, this is the situation, don't you want to write a poem to meet the situation?"

Jia Cong smiled silently, looked at Daiyu, and said, "Why wouldn't Lin Meimei make one first and throw the jade into the brick?"

Daiyu spat and smiled, "No! The sisters in the family have said a long time ago, who has the face to play with the third brother? Wouldn't you be bored!" He smiled and said annoyed, "What are you throwing jade and attracting bricks? The third brother is clearly making fun of others!"

Seeing her pretty, Jia Cong deliberately teased her: "If Sister Lin doesn't do it, then I won't do it either."

Daiyu was unhappy and said reasonably: "You have written for Ping'er, and you must have written for Baoyao too... By the way, you have written for Ping'er "Linjiangxian". What did you write for Baoyao? Did you write?"

Jia Cong smiled and nodded, saying, "I wrote it."

Daiyu didn't say anything anymore, but just looked at Jia Cong quietly.

Jia Cong smiled and asked, "My sister Lin wants it too?"

Daiyu's eyes gradually became sharp, Jia Cong's stomach was almost laughing and hurting, and his face was not yet visible, and he said, "Sister, just say it, if you don't say it, how can I know you want it?"

Daiyu couldn't tell that Jia Cong was deliberately teasing her. She gritted her teeth in anger, and then her eyes turned red and said, "You bully me!"

Jia Cong laughed, took her into his arms, and said, "I like you, so I will bully you. Okay, isn't it just writing poetry? Sister Lin, listen...

Several plum branches in the corner of the wall bloom alone in the cold.

I know it’s not snow, because there is a faint fragrance.”

After savoring the tea, Daiyu looked at Jia Cong admirably and said, "Although this poem is simple and natural and uncrafted, it is meaningful and has a great talent. The third brother is worthy of being the number one talent in the world..."

Upon hearing this, Jia Cong laughed and said, "If it weren't for this, how could he be worthy of Lin's beautiful virtue?"

Daiyu smiled pursed her lips, but her eyes gradually changed. She looked at Jia Cong with some dissatisfaction and said, "Is it over?"

Jia Cong blinked and said, "Ah": "It's over."

Daiyu frowned slightly, looked at Jia Cong and said, "I want to listen to Baoya's words!"

Jia Cong said, "Isn't this a big deal?"

Daiyu emphasized: "I want to listen!"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Okay." Then, he recited the "Magpie Bridge Immortal" that he sent to Baochai.

When Daiyu heard this, her face turned green!

The delicate clouds are tricked, the flying stars are circulating, and the silver man is far away from each other. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, I will be patient and look at the road back to the magpie bridge. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be with you day and night?

After listening, stop talking about anything. Daiyu turned around and left with a calm face.

Somehow, Jia Cong thought this scene was so funny and laughed out loud.

He really felt like he was in love in later generations...

Daiyu felt more and more sad and hateful when she heard her laughter. She speeded up her pace, but was carried back from behind by a villain.

Daiyu's eyes were red, tears flowed down, and she felt extremely sad.

If the truth is almost the same, she also accepted it.

But the gap is too big...

He also said that she would not be wronged!

Jia Cong said in a gentle voice: "Since I graduated from the Imperial College, I have written seven or eight poems, but I only wrote this poem. I think I may not be able to write poetry again from now on."

When Daiyu heard this, she stopped struggling. She turned around and looked up at Jia Cong, and still sobbed slightly, asking, "Is it true?"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "If I had written it, how could you not have heard of it?"

When Daiyu heard this, her face gradually faded away, and she felt more happy.

However, she said again: "Did the words of the third brother have spread?

As she said that, she lowered her head and took out the purse from her sleeve, opened it and took out a folded paper from it.

The paper has turned yellow and looks a bit old.

She gently took it apart and handed it to Jia Cong.

When Jia Cong saw that it was the essay "Linjiangxian·Dream of the Tower and Tower High Lock" written by him.

Later he couldn't find it, so he asked Tanchun and found out that it was taken away by Daiyu, but he didn't have the nerve to ask for it.

Not wanting, she kept holding it.

Just as he looked, Jia Cong saw the difference.

The word "Pinger" in the sentence "I remember Ping'er's first meeting, the word "Two Center of the Center" on the paper was modified by the yellow and turned into "Pin'er".

Jia Cong smiled at him and looked at Daiyu.

Daiyu lowered her head in shame, bit her red lips lightly, and said, "I love this word so much, so..."

Jia Cong smiled and said, "It's okay to treat it as yours. Sister Ping'er doesn't seem to care about these."

Daiyu shook her head gently and said, "How can you understand... I know that although Ping'er is illiterate, she can write every word of this lyrics and memorize it thoroughly. How can I take away what she values ​​most?" As she said that, her eyes looked at Jia Cong with a faint look.

The meaning in my eyes is self-evident.

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Okay! There is a poem for everyone. It is not good for my sister to have only one poem, so I will write another poem... This poem was obtained half of the poem before, and today it is exactly the second half of the poem. It is written based on my daughter's family's thoughts. I think it is right for my sister."

When Daiyu heard this, her eyes were filled with glory and she looked at Jia Cong expectantly.

Men write poems from the perspective of women, which have been found in ancient times.

A very famous person is like Wang Shaobo's "Boom Resentment": The young woman in the boudoir does not know how to be sad, and she puts on the green building in spring. Suddenly, she sees the willows on the street and regrets her husband finding a title.

Another example is Xiao Du's "Autumn Evening": The silver candle is cold in autumn light, and the light silk fan is blowing at the fireflies. The night is as cool as water in the sky, and I sit and watch the Alpine Star Weaver.

All are delicate and moving.

Daiyu hopes that Jia Cong can write good poems that are not inferior to those of the ancients.

Jia Cong hugged the beauty in his arms, enjoying her gaze, and said softly:

"The fragrance of red lotus roots leaves the jade mat in autumn. I lightly unload the silk clothes and go to the orchid boat alone. Who sends brocade letters in the clouds? When the geese return, the moon fills the west building.

Flowers fall and water flows. A kind of lovesickness, two idle worries. This feeling has no way to be eliminated, and it has just fallen down, but it has come to my heart."

Daiyu stared at Jia Cong obsessively until Jia Cong got closer little by little and held her cherry lips, then she closed her eyes shyly and let Jia Congyu take it...

If you get this lover, you will have no complaints in this life!

At this moment, three little heads suddenly appeared behind the rockery not far away.

The round head in the middle, after seeing this scene, his eyes immediately widened, covered his mouth, and used his other hand to remind the two identical little heads beside him not to make a sound.

The three of them hid behind the rockery together, and their three pairs of round eyes were smiling like crescent moons, watching this scene secretly...

...

At the end of the day, Jia Cong bid farewell to his subordinates and came out of the Salt Administration.

He led more than a hundred personal soldiers and Portuguese nobleman Henry Cape, the second devil Tian Qing, to take a car out of Yangzhou Prefecture and boarded a ship to head south.

Although the Jinyi Guard ship has not returned yet, there is also a building boat among the dozens of large ships sent by the Governor of Jiangnan.

It is not as good as the ship's style as the commander of the Jinyi.

Henry Capel is a complete fool, with a golden and jade on the outside.

Before, Shen Lang and the others only polished the instruments used by the Jinyiwei torture. Before he could do anything, he collapsed and cried bitterly, and explained everything.

But it was not enough. As soon as she got on the boat, Jia Cong gathered all his personal soldiers, Zhan Peng, Guo Yun and even the Cha Wei Zi and her subordinates arrived.

Everyone sat around the hall on the first floor, watching Henry Cape and his translator Tian Qing standing on a small high platform.

Jia Cong's personal soldiers were all old soldiers who came down from the Hei Liao battlefield. Most of them were disabled and had hideous and terrifying faces.

Even the powerful martial arts under the command of Cha Lady were so shocked that they were restless by the evil spirits, not to mention Henry Cape and Tian Qing.

Jia Cong asked Zhan Peng to hang a six-foot square map on the screen as Henry Capel's "textbook".

Before the beginning, Jia Cong said to everyone: "This map will tell us that the world is big, and it will also make everyone understand why the purpose of this trip south is so anxious to go south... The picture is only part of it, and I only have so much at present. I can only hear it carefully, open my eyes, don't be a frog in the well."

After saying that, he said to Tian Qing again: "Ask Cape, do he know this map?"

Before Tian Qing could translate, Henry Cape was already screaming, but his eyes were full of flattery and complimentary expressions.

Seeing the capital, Tian Qing twitched his lips and said to Jia Cong: "This Western devil says God, lord is such a genius. He can draw a very delicate map, which is more exquisite than any chart he has ever seen..."
To be continued...