The carriage slowly walked into the military formation. Sun Lei looked at the carriage with a smile and began to imagine what kind of extraordinary woman would be inside.
"Madam, we're here!"
The old servant stopped the carriage, took a stool from the frame and put it on the side of the carriage for the people in the carriage to get on and off.
A white and slender catkin sticks out from the side of the car curtain. This hand is very white and thin, with long slender fingers.
As the car curtain was opened by catkins, Sun Lei finally saw Li Qingzhao. His green silk hair was tied into a bun with a white jade hairpin on it. He was wearing a simple green dress, but it was difficult to conceal his temperament.
What surprised Sun Lei the most was Li Qingzhao's appearance. Different from the weak woman he imagined, Li Qingzhao's face was stern, with a hint of heroism.
Li Qingzhao's appearance is quite stunning. Although he is already over thirty-five, he is extremely well-maintained. Combined with his cold and heroic demeanor, his outstanding temperament is once again upgraded by several levels.
"The hands are like catkins, the skin is like gelatin, the collar is like a cricket grub, the teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros, the head is like a moth and the eyebrows are like moths, the smile is beautiful, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it!"
Sun Lei suddenly remembered a passage in the Book of Songs that he accidentally saw some time ago, and almost read it subconsciously.
It would be a lie to say that Sun Lei has never seen a beautiful woman. Li Shishi's appearance is the best in the world, and Li Shishi is in the best years of a woman's life. These are not comparable to the middle-aged Li Qingzhao.
But Li Qingzhao has a unique bookish and heroic aura. Coupled with his age, Li Qingzhao, as a wife, has a mature charm that is fascinating, just like a ripe peach, one bite is full of sweetness. of juice.
"Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhang Qing saw that Sun Lei's face was red from holding back, and asked quickly. Sun Lei was obviously holding back a lot.
"I'm sick!"
Sun Lei quickly adjusted himself. He was really suffering from Mendel Syndrome. It was not like he had never seen a wife before. Why was he so embarrassed today?
"Amitabha!"
Sun Lei recited it silently in his heart. Now he regretted it, knowing that one day, he would study two Buddhist scriptures with Lu Zhishen.
Li Qingzhao frowned slightly and scanned the people in front of her. It was completely different from the scene she had imagined. These people did not look like thieves at all. Instead, she seemed to have walked into a mighty military camp.
Li Qingzhao's sharp eyes scanned the people outside the carriage, and finally fell on Sun Lei. She felt something abnormal from this young man just for a moment, but when she looked over, she found nothing unusual.
"I don't know who is the leader of Liangshan Bo Sun Lei!"
Li Qingzhao, a woman, stood in a military formation full of men without any fear, and spoke loudly, without any trace of female weakness in her body.
"This must be Mr. Li! She is indeed a wonderful woman who is not inferior to women!"
Sun Lei smiled and cupped his fists in salute. A woman faced the army alone. This courage alone showed that Li Qingzhao was extraordinary.
"Are you Liangshan Bo Sun Lei?"
Li Qingzhao looked puzzled. She didn't expect that the young man in front of her was the rumored head of Liangshanbo.
"Mr. Li please!"
Sun Lei smiled and got out of the way. He had already ordered people to prepare a banquet.
"Mr. Li, prepare a little wine, Mr. Li please!"
Sun Lei said to Li Qingzhao with a smile, pointing to the banquet table in front of him.
"You're welcome, Leader Sun!"
Li Qingzhao was a little surprised by Sun Lei's politeness. It was the first time she met Sun Lei and they had no friendship in the past. This politeness was a bit too much.
However, when Li Qingzhao thought of the people in Qingzhou Mansion, he suppressed his doubts and bowed to Sun Lei before taking his seat.
"Everyone, take your seats!"
Sun Lei smiled again and invited everyone to sit down. However, considering the identity of Li Qingzhao's woman, everyone deliberately sat far away, leaving an empty seat on the left and right of Li Qingzhao.
This move made Li Qingzhao breathe a sigh of relief. Although she mustered up her courage, she was a woman after all. Now she was alone among a group of "thieves". It was a lie to say that she was not afraid.
"Mr. Li, let me introduce to you, Xiao Jiasui, Liangshanbo Military Advisor; Tang Bin, Hua Rong, Zhang Qing, Qin Ming..."
Sun Lei introduced Li Qingzhao with a smile.
"Manager Qin!"
Li Qingzhao looked at Qin Ming doubtfully. She had lived in Qingzhou for many years. When she came to Qingzhou, Qin Ming was not the commander of Qingzhou's troops and horses. She had heard about Qin Ming for a long time.
"I am no longer the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou's troops and horses. Murong Yanda is a villain who harms the people and even kills me. I am here to take revenge this time!"
Qin Ming was not polite at all.
"Brother Qin Ming, today we only talk about Fengyue and nothing else!"
Sun Lei quickly stopped Qin Ming and said.
When Qin Ming saw Sun Lei speaking, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all without saying a word.
"Leader Sun, I'm here for other reasons today."
Li Qingzhao frowned and looked at Sun Lei. She had no interest in talking about Fengyue with a group of thieves.
"Mr. Li, I admire your dream-like song very much!"
Sun Lei changed the topic directly.
"Boss Sun is overly praised. It's not an early game."
Li Qingzhao shook his head and said that this was a drunken work in her early years when she was not married.
"Mr. Li's game work is extraordinary. In terms of the way he phrases it, only people like Li Du can compare with Mr. Li!"
Sun Lei said with a smile, Li Qingzhao called himself layman Yi'an. According to what Sun Lei knew, those who dared to call themselves laypeople in history were not simple people, such as layman Li Bai Qinglian, the poet saint, Du Fu Shaoling Yelao, the poet king, and layman Vimalakirti, the king of poets and Buddhas. , the god of poetry Su Shi Dongpo, the poet Bai Juyi Xiangshan layman, Du Ziwei Du Mu Fanchuan layman.
Li Qingzhao felt very happy when he heard that Sun Lei had no trouble on his face. The world of literary circles has always been dominated by men. As a woman, although she has high attainments in poetry and constant masterpieces, she has always had difficulty integrating into that circle. The core is, now that Sun Lei compares Li Du, a top-notch poet, with her, how can she not be happy?
"Chief Sun is joking, how dare I, a woman, compare with Taibai and Du Sheng!"
Li Qingzhao shook his head repeatedly.
"There is something wrong with what Mr. Li said. The man is a human being, and the woman is a human being. If so, why can't we compare? Reciting poems and writing lyrics depends on your talent, not your gender!"
Sun Lei said with a smile.
"Leader Sun is different from others!"
Li Qingzhao looked at Sun Lei unexpectedly. The rule of this world is that men are respected. Although she has always been unconvinced, it is the same everywhere. She did not expect to hear something different from a man today.
"If it were the same as others, then Liangshanbo would have ceased to exist!"
Sun Lei said with a smile.
"Chief Sun, the people of Qingzhou are innocent, so please show your respect, Chief Sun!"
When Li Qingzhao saw Sun Lei talking about Liangshanbo, he took the opportunity to reveal his intention.
"Mr. Li, I didn't plan to massacre. Mr. Li, look at those villages and towns, aren't they living a good life?"
Sun Lei didn't shy away from it. He didn't come here just to kill, let alone kill civilians for nothing.
Li Qingzhao looked at the wine shops and houses along the road outside the city. The people did not seem to be panicked by the arrival of the Liangshan army.
(End of chapter)
