Just after September, the autumn wind is cool and will blow over the willows. The sunshine in the early morning is a light rain last night, which makes it softer and warmer, and it throws spots through the willow leaves.

The road is neither hard nor soft, with the fragrance of plants and trees. Four snow-white goats are pulling a wooden car without crowns, facing the wind, and walking briskly among them.

In the wooden carriage, Wei Jie sat.

He wore a white scarf on his head and his whole body was covered with white, with only a black silk covering his back, black and white intersecting, black and white purity, black and white terrifying. In front of him was a short case, with a Jiao Tongqin in the case.

At this time, he lowered his head slightly and gently pulled out the seven strings of the piano. The sound of the immortal buzzing sounded slowly on the official road, which was a song of flowing water.

The wide sleeves of the robe slowly swayed left and right, and the sun shone on his ten slender fingers. Each of them looked like a green onion and jade, and it was very lively. It pulled the ink and water along the strings of the piano.

"Buzz!"

Press the ten fingers at the same time, and a long chant sounded and the sound was gone.

He slowly folded his hands on his legs, then raised his head. His face was as tender jade, with sunlight in his mouth, and his lips were as light as red, and he had not finished speaking. His eyes, black beads in his eyes were like lacquer dots, like a lake of autumn water. I don’t know how deep it is, whether it is warm or cold. If he looks at him, he will feel like the star-headed eyes, and he will be lost in an instant. If he wants to look closely, he leans on the wind, and it is floating for no reason, making people unable to tell his true face. He is full of heart and heart. There is such a beautiful man in this world.

The Book of Songs says: There are no gentlemen, like cutting and cutting, like cutting, like polishing and grinding. But even such poems can be fully expressed in their style. Such characters are excellent works of heaven, how can they get the words and sentences on earth? It is exactly in line with Song Yu's sentence: One point is too long, and one point is too short.

"Ahem..."

At this time, a gust of autumn wind came, and Wei Jie couldn't help but cover his hands and cough, his face blushed to his cheeks and dyed. He glanced at Jianye City was already looking at him.

Looking at the crowd surrounding the city gate, he could only smile bitterly. Director Wang arranged such a car that was convenient for onlookers, and he was already clear about his mind, so he wanted to use his name to show Sima Rui's virtue. But even though he knew this, what could it be? Although he came from a famous family, he was in troubled times and couldn't help but feel everything. He went to Yuzhang to see Wang Dun, and saw that Wang Dun was walking on a wolf and not a minister. He had no choice but to come to Jianye City to live under someone else's roof.

He had experienced this kind of incident of being watched since childhood, and was not afraid. He slowly stood up and let the four goats pull the cart towards the crowd.

In Jianye City, thousands of women watched the sheep cart walk out of the willow tree and gradually came into view. The wall man on the cart was carrying one hand behind him, wearing a wide robe in the wind. The sunlight was sucking from behind him, as if it was draped on him, with the best color.

A gentleman is like jade, and jade warms up to produce smoke.

It's getting closer, and everyone is losing their voices.

This scene was extremely quiet. The sheep cart passed through the crowd, and the crowd was naturally hydrated. The eyes of the crowd turned with the people on the car. The woman surrounding her had forgotten to throw fruit sachets.

Seeing that he was about to enter the city gate, Wei Jie secretly sweated, hoping to give up. But this was just his own idea. He had been with him for a long time, so he would not let him leave easily. At this moment, a fruit fell from the sky and landed in his sheep cart.

In the moment, the picture is alive.

The women lined up in the walls and surrounded him and clamped him in the middle. If they looked from above, the scene was very spectacular. But they saw fruit sachets flying around, and their daughters were ashamed, but they were brave enough to describe him in detail. If they turned their eyes, the women would definitely hold their chests in their hands and almost fainted.

After watching the front row, the things in his hands were thrown away, and they turned around one step and three times, reluctantly left, and the back row went up again. At this time, the women did not have to guard the soldiers to maintain order. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, it was not the first time to see a handsome man in such a deserted alley. Everyone knows how to watch it so that they can be safe and able to see it.

That's right, just look at it, I'll come again, and the rain and dew are evenly affected.

At this time, the crowd gradually faded from the beginning of the morning sunshine until the last sunset. At this time, Wei Jie's car was filled with various throwing objects from his daughter's house. He stood in the middle, not daring to move around, afraid that if he accidentally caused the piles of things to bury him in it. Fortunately, the person who came to pick him up saw that the crowd had dispersed, he quickly ordered the soldiers on both sides to rescue him from the sheep cart.

Wei Jie stood for a whole day, his waist and legs hurt, and there was no drop of water. As soon as he sat in the ox cart, he felt dizzy and cold sweat broke out on his face. He hurriedly took out a scarf from his arms and wiped it. He closed his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths before he could recover. At this time, the ox cart had moved and slowly entered Jianye City. Tonight, he would go to see Director Wang.

At the same time, on the edge of the Yangtze River, there was a boy about seven or eight years old, sitting on a raised stone in a daze. His eyes were confused, distressed, and even ferocious. As his face changed, his two little hands were on his chest, Shi Er blunt, Shi Er clenched his fists tightly, a little like crazy.

After a while, the little boy suddenly jumped up from the stone, pointed at Jiangshui and cursed: "God, you can't beat me down. I have to make a fuss and show you..."

"Little Langjun, Little Langjun."

A burst of cry came from afar. The little boy looked back and saw a entourage in green running from the gravel beach.

Qingyi's entourage was about fifteen or sixteen years old, big and thick, with a simple face. As soon as he jumped onto the stone, he hugged him and shouted, "Little husband, don't be unwilling to think about it. Madam is still sick, you are all her hopes. If you leave, how can she live..."

The follower was extremely strong, and a pair of iron arms tied the little boy tightly. Only after a while, he was out of breath and couldn't even speak.

"You, you..."

The Qingyi entourage lowered his head and saw the little boy's face turned purple and looked like a pig's liver. He was shocked: "Little Langjun, why are your face so bad? Don't scare me, is it uncomfortable there?"

The little boy's head was dizzy and he suddenly stepped on the instep of the follower's foot. The follower in Qingyi felt pain and his hand was slightly relaxed. He took advantage of the extra breath in his chest and shouted: "Hurry, let go of me, I'm almost suffocated to death by you..."

"Oh, ah!"

Qingyi's entourage then realized that his young man was not feeling uncomfortable, but was tied up like that by him, his body bounced away, touched his head and smiled foolishly. With a smile, he stood at a corner of Linjiang by the stone to prevent the young man from thinking.

The little boy stroked his chest and breathed a few breaths. The purple color on his face gradually slowed down and returned to the jade-white color. He looked at him again. His little body was wearing a moon-white robe, with pink makeup and jade-colored lips and white teeth. He could tell at a glance that he was a famous family of a noble family. If he were a low-class commoner, how could he raise such a face?

The little boy asked, "Laifu, is the person coming?"

Qingyi's follower Lai Fu replied, "Here are many people. He lined up from the city to the outside of the city. From the morning, he saw that the fruits in the car were piled up into mountains. Tsk tsk, the scene was really big. However, Lai Fu felt that if the young man grew up, he would definitely look better than that uncle! "

When the little boy smiled when he heard this, he saw that there were so many people watching Wei Jie killing. The scene was of course huge. Otherwise, wouldn’t this most beautiful man in ancient times have become a fame? Besides, in his memory, he had seen Wei Jie three or five years ago, and was much better than any movie star singer in later generations. If you describe it in four words, it would be: natural.

"Let's go and go!"

The little boy lifted up the corner of his robe, jumped off the stone by the river, and headed towards Jianye City. Lai Fu, behind him, followed him to the city gate, touched his head, and couldn't help asking, "Little Langjun, will we be driven out this time?"

"It shouldn't be!" The little boy turned around, his face calm.

"Then, will that uncle, lend us money?" Lai Fu asked again. He had visited many big names with this young man, but he would be kicked out every time, and some of them simply disappeared.

"well!"

The little boy sighed leisurely, and his little face showed vicissitudes, and said, "I don't know, but I do my best to do my best and follow my destiny! I hope that Wei Jie can be as stated in history books, not as the world!"

Lai Fu said: "Little Langjun, in fact, Lai Fu feels that since Xiao Langjun fell, his whole body has cleared his spirit and his eyes have become clear. This is a blessing. But if he has too much blessing, it is a disaster. If he drives us out again, he doesn't borrow money or books, it may be a blessing."

"Laifu, thank you!" The little boy looked at Laifu calmly, listening to his messy words, knowing that he was comforting himself in advance, and his heart felt warm, but his little body became straighter and his eyes became more and more firm.

He swayed his sleeves, turned around and entered the city gate, and headed straight towards Wuyi Lane.

His name is Liu Nong, his nickname is Hutou, and he is the grandson of Liu Ling, the seven sages of Zhulin. Liu Ling came from the Liu family of Pei County. During his lifetime, he joined the army for General Jianwei's shogunate and was very fond of wine. Among the seven sages of Zhulin, he was not as good as Ruan Ji and Ji Shuye in terms of fame, but in terms of alcoholism, the two of them were not as good as him. Every time he gathered, he would bring a servant with him, and the servant brought a hoe. He said to the servant: If I die of drunkenness, I will buried it on the spot.

Liu Ling was so happy that she was born, and her sons were all stupid, and Liu Nong's father was no exception. In the fourth year after Liu Ling's death, Liu Nong was born. According to time, his stupid father planted him during the mourning period. Therefore, as soon as he was born, he was full of eyes. In anger, his grandmother Xu Jiao let them live in the family. Although the family tree was not revealed, it was not much different. The son born by the fool was not better. Liu Nong was eight years old, but he couldn't even say clearly.

After the Yongjia Rebellion, the northern gentry fled south one after another, and his grandmother took this opportunity to give his mother some money, and then gave it to a few followers, and then abandoned it south to Pei County. Liu Nong's mother was just his stupid father's maid. She was a submissive maid. She lost the support of the family and managed to control those followers. Someone robbed the property and left. Fortunately, this Lai Fu was loyal to the sacrificial lord and tried his best to protect it, so that the mother and son could survive and fled to Jianye City with them. However, their property had been exhausted, and Liu Nong's mother was sick again, and there was a darkness in front of her.

At this moment, Liu Nong was traveled through time, and a thunder struck him from later generations. Facing this scene, he sat by the river for three days and sorted out everything. The most urgent task in front of him was to urgently need money to cure his mother's illness. In addition, it was to note the books so that people would not be regarded as refugees. It would be best if they could borrow some books on classics. All the famous scholars in the Eastern Jin Dynasty talked about the scriptures and the mysteries. If there were no books on this, he would not be able to get others' appreciation in the future. Without the support of the gentry and no recommendation of the famous scholars, he would want to stand out, which was a fantasy. The culture of the Jin Dynasty was controlled by the aristocratic families. They kept talking about the people and said that they would be the monopoly of the books.

In just a month, he had visited many upstarts in Jiangzuo who had traveled south. These people had old friends with Liu Ling when they were in the north, but who would take him seriously, and be rejected?

Fortunately, Wei Jie is here.

Wei Jie had a good relationship with Pan An, and Pan An had a good relationship with his grandfather, and he had some connections. He had read Wei Jie's life in later generations, saying that he was a person who was not care about the details and was very thoughtful. Moreover, the most important thing was that Wei Jie was in poor health and was a short-lived person, and he had no future generations. If he handled it properly, he would not only get money but also get the books he had, but he might also get the inheritance of his books.

With these, he could take it step by step, hire wealthy slaves, build manors, learn poetry and books, cultivate fame, go to generals and ministers, and create a family. The Liu family of Pei County abandoned him and abandoned him, and one day it would be too late to regret him.

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