However, Jia Min's rescue is already the biggest variable, so Jia Yucun just doesn't mention it.
"Miss Li, what about you?"
After asking Lin Daiyu, Chu Zhen smiled and looked at Li Qingzhao, who had a particularly strong scholarly atmosphere.
The girl from the Song Dynasty had slightly red cheeks and did not dare to look at Chu Zhen. She replied with a clear voice: "Since I went back last time, I didn't believe it at first, but then... I believed it."
She didn't say anything about secretly hiding the lychee cores.
Afraid that Chu Zhen would ask, he quickly added: "I am still at home every day, reading and writing. When I feel bored, I swing on the swing, take care of the flowers and plants in the garden, and chat with my mother. I am quite content~"
She spoke briskly, but in fact, she had been thinking about things here these days, and even deliberately slept more, hoping to dream about this place again.
After entering the dream again and coming to Chu Langjun, she was not disappointed.
Just then, she met Sister Lin again and met the young Tang Taizong. What surprised her even more was that the Sixteenth Province of Youyun was finally taken back!
"Can women from the Song Dynasty go out to play?"
Chu Zhen asked her, "After all, I am so drunk that I don't know the way back, and I stray into the depths of the lotus flower."
"Pfft~"
Now it was Lin Daiyu's turn to burst into laughter. Her eyebrows were as thin as a crescent moon. Seeing that her sister Qingzhao looked embarrassed, she covered her face with a fan. Her delicate body was still trembling and laughing hard.
Chu Zhen also smiled.
Only the young lady of the Li family blushed with embarrassment, bit her lip and stared at the two men for a while before muttering in defense:
"This is a poem I just wrote not long ago, recalling the life in Mingshui, my hometown... I haven't passed it on to others yet, only my mother has read it. How did Chu Langjun and Sister Lin know about it?"
Chu Zhen picked up Li Qingzhao's poetry collection and shook it towards her.
"It's this layman Yi An again."
Li Qingzhao was discouraged, and it was not good to see Chu Langjun in the future life in her dream. Before she showed off the words she wrote, Chu Langjun already knew it!
No, next time she will definitely write poems that Master Yi An has never written before!
Now...
Li Qingzhao defended again: "The time I got drunk, I went boating with a few friends to enjoy the lotus flowers. The pavilion was very remote, so we just... let it go and drank. The person rowing the boat was not me, but the second girl of the Zhao family. She was even drunker than me. !”
Chu Zhen could imagine that scene.
Several young girls who had not yet left the palace were boating and enjoying the river in the spring. As a result, the boat was paddled into a group of lotus flowers, and the sound of laughter made the birds fly away.
Chu Zhen smiled at her and said: "You have just moved to Bianjing City and you don't have many friends, right? No wonder you are bored at home. You can go out more. If you make friends, someone will accompany you to play horses."
"Chu Langjun doesn't want to learn how to beat a horse?"
"No, I asked you to go out for a walk because I want to know something about Bianjing City from your mouth. Sister Lin, have you seen "Tokyo Dreams"?"
Lin Daiyu replied: "I have never seen it."
Li Qingzhao frowned, "It sounds like... it was written by someone from the Southern Song Dynasty?"
She had already guessed what the book was about from its title.
Tokyo is Bianliang and Bianjing.
Menghualu, the prosperous scene in the dream, is also a reference to the "Dream Wandering in the Land of Huaxu" in "Liezi Huangdi".
Now that Bianliang is still here, you can see the prosperity of Tokyo with your own eyes, without having to dream about it.
Only in the Southern Song Dynasty mentioned by Chu Langjun, did scholars write books to commemorate the death of Bianjing.
"Is this book famous?"
Before Chu Zhen could answer, Li Qingzhao asked again.
No wonder Chu Langjun wanted her to go out more and see Bianliang City before it was burned down by bandits!
""Along the River During the Qingming Festival", "Tokyo Dreams", plus this one."
Chu Zhen shook her poetry collection towards Li Qingzhao and said with a smile: "They are all great things from the Song Dynasty!"
Li Qingzhao blushed with embarrassment: "What is it? It is clearly Mr. Chu who forced himself on the slave! He came to tease the slave family!"
"Haha, my fault, I apologize to Miss Li."
Chu Zhen smiled.
In ancient times, rich ladies were not easy to tease, and it was easy to offend them. Chu Zhen also knew that she went out drinking and had a lot of fun. Unlike Sister Lin, who strictly abided by etiquette and never stepped out of the door, she was able to do so. Just kidding Li Qingzhao.
Whenever she gets angry, Chu Zhen has to apologize.
Lin Daiyu looked at the two of them in silence.
She is different from Sister Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty. Women in the Dashun Dynasty, especially those from wealthy families in the boudoir, rarely go out and never get drunk outside.
Chu Zhen glanced at Sister Lin and roughly guessed how she was feeling at the moment.
Feudal ethics kill people!
After a while.
"Who painted Along the River During the Qingming Festival? Where is Menghualu?" Li Qingzhao asked curiously, maybe she knew.
"The picture is Zhang Zeduan, Meng Hualu is Meng Yuanlao."
Of course, Li Qingzhao didn’t even know him.
"Next time I go out to the city to play, how about I tell Mr. Chu about it?" Li Qingzhao said with a smile.
"That couldn't be better!"
What Chu Zhen wanted was these historical relics, and he smiled at them and said: "The Twenty-Four Histories do not record all the changes in the market, nor do they have biographies of boudoirs, but I want to write them all down!"
Li Qingzhao opened his rosy mouth and looked at Chu Langjun intently. He couldn't say anything. He only felt an indescribable shock in his heart. Even if he wrote poems and lyrics, it would be difficult to explain it.
Lin Daiyu lowered her head, her small white hands tightly grasping the dress on her knees. After a long while, she secretly glanced at Uncle Chu.
Looking at his face, Lin Daiyu asked on impulse: "Do I have a biography too?"
"have!"
Chu Zhen laughed, "You all have it, but I don't have time today, let's do it next time."
Lin Daiyu knew that this was because she said she would not eat here before and had to go back, so she had no time.
She actually regretted it.
"I've finished asking, it's your turn to ask."
Chu Zhen left the topic to them, "Ask whatever you want, don't worry about offending or annoying me. If you come here from now on, if you don't want to stay, you can just go back downstairs. I will respect your wishes."
Chu Zhen is the master and they are guests. The master naturally has a strong position. Coupled with Chu Zhen's status as the historian, it is inevitable that they will be afraid of offending him.
Li Qingzhao and Lin Daiyu looked at each other, and the latter obediently and humbly said, "Sister Qingzhao, let me ask first."
"Chu Langjun is quite as elegant as Su Weng~"
Li Qingzhao first praised and then asked immediately: "I just heard from the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty that the Ming Dynasty recovered the Sixteenth Prefecture of Youyun?!"
"right!"
Chu Zhen wanted to explain, but after taking a look at Lin Daiyu, he smiled and said, "Has Sister Lin read Ming History?"
Lin Daiyu replied reservedly: "I have read through the history books. After Jingkang, the Song Dynasty settled in Lin'an and confronted the Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years. After that, they were all destroyed by the Mongols."
Li Qingzhao was shaken both physically and mentally, and every word was destroyed by Mongolia, which made her feel unspeakably sad.
"The Mongols took over the Central Plains and established the Yuan Dynasty in the seventy-sixth year of Zuo Zuo. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Ming Taizu raised troops in Fengyang, and later led the Northern Expedition, defeating the Yuan Dynasty, driving the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty out of the Great Wall, and taking over the Sixteenth Prefecture of Youyun. , Liaodong, the Han and Tang Dynasty clothing rituals were restored, and later Ming Dynasty Emperor Taizong established Yanjing as his capital, and the capital of Dashun was also located here."
Li Qingzhao was stunned for a long time.
Chu Zhen was confused after hearing this. Just as he was about to ask, his cell phone rang and the takeaway had arrived.
He spoke to them and went downstairs to get takeout.
When I came back, I saw Li Qingzhao walking around, looking lost in reverie.
"What's wrong with her?" Chu Zhen asked Sister Lin.
Sister Lin pursed her lips and smiled, "Sister Qingzhao wants to write a poem!"
"Writing poetry?!"
Chu Zhen looked at her in surprise. After Li Qingzhao looked over, Chu Zhen immediately said, "I'll get you a pen and paper!"
Don't blame him for being excited, this is the poem of the most talented woman in history!
The ballpoint pen and draft paper were sent to Li Qingzhao by Chu Zhen.
This talented woman's face was a little red, but she didn't refuse. She first held the brush in the Chu Zhen posture. She felt uncomfortable, and then changed to the usual posture of holding the brush.
Write on the scratch paper:
I heard that Ming Dynasty harvested thistles from Liaodong
Spring is coming in thousands of miles across the border, and the Ming Dynasty's great army is marching into battle.
To recapture thousands of miles of land in Liaodong, heroes emerged in large numbers to make the world prosperous.
The green mountains and blue waters have been restored, and the survivors of the Liao and Wei dynasties are delighted.
The world is once again filled with peaches and plums, and bright light shines on thousands of doors. (Note 1)
…
After finishing writing, she put down her pen and took two steps back so that Mr. Chu could watch the poem she had written. She also said proudly: "This rough work made Mr. Chu and Sister Lin laugh!"
Chu Zhen looked at the poem "I heard that Ming collected thistles from Liaodong" for a while, then sighed and said: "This poem by Miss Li is enough to exchange for a thousand catties of lychees!"
"ah?"
Li Qingzhao was stunned. A poem in exchange for a thousand catties of lychees?
Can I exchange wine?
