After hearing Huang Rong's answer, Ling Muyun shrugged and said nothing. Huang Rong was obviously very unhappy now. He had to deal with the four ghosts of the Yellow River. He wanted to rectify them well. Although he was a little reluctant to let the four best guys of the Yellow River, the four best guys, died just like this, he couldn't be more unhappy than the beauty for these materials.

Huang Rong swept the boat to the center of the lake. At this time, it was far away from the river bank, but the shouts of the four ghosts of the Yellow River could no longer be heard. Huang Rong took out a few delicious dishes and a pot of wine from the boat tent and smiled and said, "Brother Yun, are we good to drink and enjoy the snow here?"

Ling Muyun smiled and said, "Okay, such beautiful scenery and beautiful days, and with beautiful women accompanying you to drink and enjoy the snow, it is a great joy in life."

"Good and smooth-mouthed!" When Ling Muyun said that she was a beauty, Huang Rong's pretty face turned slightly red and she spat softly, but the faint joy on her face revealed her true thoughts.

After all, Ling Muyun has been a man of two lives, so she still knows a little about her daughter's feelings. She knows that women often speak out and don't care. She looked up and down with an admiring look and asked with a smile: "Rong'er, you are so beautiful now. Even if it's for the convenience of walking in the world, it's fine for men to dress as women, so why bother to pretend to be a beggar? It's simply a disappointment to the face God gave you."

Huang Rong turned her head and asked with a smile: "Brother Yun, do you mean I am very pretty?"

"Of course it looks very good. It's so suitable to describe you by being born beautiful and beautiful. Ling Muyun nodded and affirmed.

"You think I am Yang Guifei!" Huang Rong said coquettishly, "I will not follow this and that first like Yang Yuhuan. I either don't choose, and if I want to choose, choose the person I love. And if I fall in love with someone, I will follow him all my life. No one can separate me from him unless I die!"

The sentence Ling Muyun used to describe Huang Rong, "It is hard to give up on his own beauty" comes from the song of eternal regret by the poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. It is a sentence used in the poem to describe the beauty of Yang Guifei Yang Yuhuan. Yang Yuhuan was originally the wife of Prince Shou Li Mao, but later he was attracted by Li Mao's father, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji, and summoned to the palace to be named a concubine. Because he served the father and son in succession, although Yang Yuhuan was a peerless beauty who has been famous throughout the ages, he was not very famous in the eyes of literati and poets. Therefore, Huang Rong was coquettish after listening to Ling Muyun's words.

Ling Muyun also heard a little firmness from Huang Rong's words, knowing that although Huang Rong is still young, girls are usually precocious and have begun to understand love. From the firmness in her tone and her personality, we can tell that she was not talking casually, but serious.

"Isn't it okay if I'm wrong about it? You are a good girl's house, what's the point of saying death or death for no reason, it's unlucky." Ling Muyun said with a smile, trying to reconcile the atmosphere a little.

"Brother Yun, I know you treat me sincerely, no matter whether I am a man or a woman, good-looking or ugly." Huang Rong suddenly said seriously, "When I wear such clothes, anyone can see that I am beautiful, and everyone will please me. What's so rare? You are good to me when I am a little beggar."

After hearing Huang Rong's words, Ling Muyun couldn't help but feel ashamed. Although he couldn't see her true face when he first met Huang Rong, he had long known from the original work that she was a very smart and pretty girl, so he treated her so well. If only an ordinary little beggar came, Ling Muyun might have given him a lot out of pity, but he would never treat her like she did to Huang Rong.

From this point of view alone, he is much worse than Guo Jing. He is only because he understands the plot and is particularly good for Huang Rong. But this matter is too mysterious, even if he is as smart as Huang Rong, he would never imagine that he was lucky enough to be favored by the beautiful woman.

Huang Rong didn't know the thought that Ling Muyun had changed. At this time, she was in a very good mood. She asked Ling Muyun with a smile: "Brother Yun, there are wine, food and beautiful scenery here. If there is no music to cheer you up, I will regret it. Can I sing a song for you?"

"Okay, Rong'er, your voice is so nice, and the songs you sang must be very beautiful. I was lucky enough to hear them, so of course it would be better."

"Now I'm singing, listen." Huang Rong was very happy when she heard his praise, and smiled like a flower. But she saw her turn slightly and leaning against the boat, and a clear voice came out from the bottom of her tongue: "The geese are cold and cold, protecting the moon and clouds are light, and the tender ice is still thin. The stream box shines... leaning against the east wind, smiling, waiting for the flowers to fall. Loneliness! Where is the mountain of home, the garden behind the snow, the pavilion by the water. The old test of Yaochi, who will rely on the Linhong..."

Although Ling Muyun didn't know whose lyrics Huang Rong sang and couldn't fully understand the meaning of the lyrics, she heard the clear and delicate sound, soft and gentle, and although there was no instrumental accompaniment, she was just a cappella, but when Ling Muyun heard it, she felt that it was far better than the popular songs she heard in her previous life. As she listened, she couldn't help but feel excited and drunk. This lingering and tender scene was something he had never experienced since he was born.

After the song ended, Huang Rong asked in a low voice: "This is the 'Ruihexian' written by Lord Xin, which describes the plum blossoms behind the snow. Do you think it was done well?"

"Master Xin?" Ling Muyun couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then he realized that there was only one famous poet named Xin in the Song Dynasty, and said, "Is it Xin Qiji?"

Huang Rong nodded and said, "Mr. Xin is Xin Qiji. My father said he is a good official who loves the people. The north fell into the hands of the Jin people, and Grandpa Yue and the others were all harmed by treacherous ministers. Now only Lord Xin is still trying to restore the lost territory. Unfortunately, the emperor in the court is stupid and incompetent, and few people support him. He is powerless to rely on him to run around and call him alone."

Ling Muyun remembered the history he had learned in his previous life and couldn't help but sigh. He knew that the Southern Song Dynasty not only failed to go north to regain lost land, but in a few years he would be destroyed by the rising Mongol Empire, the Han regime was completely ruined, and the efforts of some patriotic patriots such as Xin Qiji were in vain. If Ling Muyun really grew up in this era, he might have joined the trend of history for the sake of the nation and the future generations not being enslaved by foreign races, and did his best to change the direction of history. But he did not belong to this time and space after all, and was just a passerby in this world, but he could not have the spirit of going against the will of heaven.

Huang Rong seemed to have noticed that the atmosphere was a little low. Next, she stopped mentioning those heavy topics, just talking about some pleasant and funny things. Ling Muyun was unwilling to let down such beautiful scenery, so she also let go of her heart and talked about the topics raised by Huang Rong. Huang Rong talked about how to hang the four ghosts of the Yellow River on the tree and how to tease Hou Tonghai. Ling Muyun also tried to pick up some funny things. The two of them laughed from time to time and talked happily.

Before he knew it, he saw that the sky was getting dark and the dusk was dark. Gradually, the snow, the lake water and plum blossoms turned into a hazy area. Huang Rong slowly reached out and held Ling Muyun's palm, and whispered: "I'm not afraid of anything now."

Ling Muyun asked, "What's wrong with Rong'er, what are you afraid of?"

Huang Rong said: "Brother Yun, even if Dad doesn't want me, you will want me to follow you, right?"

Ling Muyun felt a surge of pity in his heart, and reached out to embrace Huang Rong in his arms and said, "That's natural. Rong'er, you are so good, so smart and beautiful, so kind-hearted, so many benefits. Even if you let me let go, I can't bear to leave."

Huang Rong leaned gently on Ling Muyun's chest, curled up as close as possible, like a cat afraid of cold, murmured softly: "This feeling is so good. Brother Yun, I will be by your side from now on and never walk away again. Wherever you go, I will follow you and never be separated for the rest of my life..."

The beauty was in her arms, and Ling Muyun felt a sweet fragrance surrounding his body, the lake water, and the entire world. I don’t know whether it was the fragrance of plum blossoms or the fragrance of Huang Rong, but a feeling called happiness quietly surged into my heart.

Ling Muyun, who was a human being in two lives, thought he had rich experience, but when this familiar and unfamiliar relationship really came, he couldn't help but indulge in it. He said that he was familiar because he had seen too much love in his previous life, and said that he was unfamiliar because it was his first personal experience.

However, whether it is familiar or unfamiliar, it cannot stop him from feeling the beauty of this feeling carefully. Before this, if someone said that he would fall in love with a girl of fifteen or sixteen, he would definitely think it was a joke, but at this moment, he felt it was so natural.

In my previous life, I often heard people say that love is not divided into age or national boundaries. He scoffed at it, thinking that it was some people making excuses for some of their behavior, which was purely nonsense.
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