Chapter 440 Dielianhua

"Ahem..."

Master Xuanmiao suddenly mentioned Zi Yunxian, which made Zuo Daoqi feel tense, and then coughed unnaturally.

"The real person is joking. The aftermath of the battle has just affected Zuo. He was slightly injured, so he won't accompany him anymore. The real person can do what he wants."

Master Xuanmiao was sitting on the stone bench. His face did not change when he heard this. He just said softly, "Lingshu said that the emperor intends for her to go to the southeastern realm of sky and sea to guard. I will accompany her."

Zuo Daoqi paused when he heard this. Although there was news from the palace earlier that the emperor intended to let the royal family personally lead the troops to guard the boundary of the sky and the sea, but now when he heard what Master Xuanmiao said, he understood that this was Ji Lingshu's own intention. , she has probably already decided.

Go to the southeast to guard the boundary of the sky and the sea...

"Lingshu wants to go by himself?"

"yes."

Master Xuanmiao’s answer was concise and to the point.

After a pause, she said again, "The path of practice chosen by Lingshu cannot be achieved by sitting at home and practicing hard. Any new path must go through hardships."

Master Xuanmiao's tone contained some emotional fluctuations, as if he felt sorry for Ji Lingshu.

Zuo Dodge was silent again.

"I want to go together..."

Master Xuanmiao glanced at Zuo Daoqi, and a wave of emotion appeared on his face, "What are you going to do? She said she wouldn't let you go."

After saying this, she stood up and put away the cloak, "You go and heal your wounds. I will give you the cloak in a few days."

Zuo Daoqi watched Master Xuanmiao leave with a silent expression.

Ji Lingshu is leaving him after all...

The girl who had rarely been separated from him since the cold palace had now grown to the point where she was about to take charge of her own business.

He didn't know how to describe the emotions in his heart at this moment, complicated?

In short, joy, relief and reluctance to give up everything.

But even if Ji Lingshu wants to leave, it probably won't be now. At least, she will definitely not leave before the Tianyuan Grand Meeting.

‘Lingshu was mature and didn’t know what gift to give her, so he sent her away as the leader in the world. ’

'See you next year... How charming is Lingshu? ’

Inexplicably, he began to look forward to the girl's grace after returning from the southeast. Was she the empress who ascended the throne?

He actually didn't worry too much about Ji Lingshu's safety. After all, there were several guardians of the Yin gods in Taihuang Mountain. When the time came, he would also ask people from the underworld to take care of him, and the girl was the child of luck in this world. , although the world of sky and sea is dangerous, it will not put her in any big crisis.

Zuo Daoqi returned to the secret room and practiced silently.

He recovered the soul blood in the fire lotus. Although Fa Hai's recovery was important, it could not be completed in a short time.

The fire lotus rises, and the black shadow flows slowly.

As the day of the Tianyuan Festival approaches, the situation in Kyoto becomes a little unpredictable. It seems that there is an imminent smell of rain coming, and the imperial court has finally decided on the candidate to lead the team.

The imperial court is the center of the world, so it naturally has its due respect. There are also too many people paying attention to every move of the imperial court, and they are also paying attention to the candidates who can lead the imperial court.

Being able to lead a strong man at both levels of Yin Shen and Climbing the Tower at the same time, what kind of grace is such a person?

Of course, Yang Shen does not march with the army. Yang Shen has truly transcended the mortal world. Such an existence has no reason to follow a group of third- and fourth-grade existences.

Two days later.

Zuo Daoqi was practicing when he heard bursts of noise coming from outside the door.

Changyi came early in the morning.

"Did you go out again a few nights ago?"

She looked arrogantly and looked up and down Zuo Dodge's body.

Zuo Dodge shook his head, "No."

He looked sincere.

Changyi bit his lip, "It would be strange to believe you."

After a pause, she said again, "Are you going to Beijing?"

Zuo Daoqi nodded, "His Majesty said a few days ago that we would enter the palace tomorrow. What's the matter with the princess?"

Changyi slapped him with a palm, "Can't I come to you if nothing happens?"

Zuo Dodge pretended to be in pain and backed away.

"What's wrong? You're not really hurt, are you?" Changyi showed some concern.

Zuo Daoqi grabbed his hand, suddenly smiled, held the little princess in his arms, and said, "I'm lying to you, how could I get hurt if I'm so strong?"

"Hmph~"

Changyi pushed Zuo Daoqi away, his face turned red, "You are so brave, you dare to tease me."

Zuo Daoqi hugged Changyi tighter and said warmly, "Who told you that I was teasing my fiancée."

"Get lost." Changyi acted very shyly in this situation.

Zuo Daoqi curled up slightly in cooperation and said softly, "I'll get out of here."

"stop."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Changyi snorted and stopped him.

"When will your injury recover?"

Zuo Daoqi was stunned, "When does the princess want me?"

His face was sincere and somewhat gentle, making Changyi avoid his fiery gaze involuntarily.

"Ahem, there is a poetry meeting in the Imperial College today. You can come with me."

Zuo Daoqi was stunned. Looking at Changyi's expectant eyes, he was slightly in a trance. It seemed that Changyi hadn't asked him for a poem in a long time.

"good."

His answer was unprecedentedly crisp and clear, which also made Changyi look surprised. However, the arrogant woman was a little embarrassed and annoyed by Zuo Daoqi's teasing. When she heard Zuo Daoqi's words, she just snorted coldly, with a look of "you know what you are doing" With an arrogant look, he turned around and walked out.

Zuo Daoqi looked a little strange as he watched the proud princess leave.

Changyi turned around again and said, "Why don't you keep up?"

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to such an occasion with Changyi.

Today's Imperial College, without the prosperity of the past, looks a little desolate. Zuo Daoqi is following behind Changyi, with a maid holding an umbrella in front of him to protect him from the wind. He is very majestic.

Zuo Daoqi turned his head and spoke to Qian Yi behind him.

"Miss Qianyi, are you adaptable to this kind of life?"

Qianyi raised her head slightly, with a silly look on her face, as if she didn't realize who was transmitting the message to her. She realized after a moment, but she didn't answer very coldly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zuo Daoqi's mouth. He felt that the women from Ping Xin Jing Zhai were all a little cute, even Qian Yi, who looked smarter.

He didn't say anything more. He just felt a little sorry for Cheng Yingxin when he asked about it. After all, the disciple he cared about the most was kidnapped by Changyi, so Zuo Daoqi naturally had to care about him.

It has passed the end of spring, and the University Lake in front of the Imperial College is calm and calm. The willows on the lakeside are covered with bright lanterns. The late spring wind blows, and the blue waves in the lake are rippling, and the lotus flowers are swaying, ruffling the spring water of the lake.

Changyi looked at it with soft eyes, and there was a slightly smoked look on his cheeks that were as delicate as works of art.

The body wrapped in a snowy white dress was like a willow branch blown by the evening breeze, delicate and delicate, and she actually looked as if she could not help but feel fragile.

Zuo Daoqi activated his mana at the right time to turn his mana into heat, bringing warmth to Changyi's whole body.

Changyi didn't look back, but a smile appeared on his lips.

This future prince-in-law is getting better and better.

Not long after, they passed the arched door with a lantern hanging on it, and there was already a burst of laughter and laughter inside.

Zuo Daoqi's face froze slightly.

How does it sound...

All women?

Immediately, a group of maids and servants were seen approaching, surrounded by several graceful ladies and gentle ladies, chatting and laughing.

"Princess Changyi is here?"

"Rong'er, you're here. Isn't this the famous Baron of Lingxian County? What a talent."

"I heard that Baron Lingxian is also a master of poetry. I wonder if I can see him today."

Zuo Daoqi backed away continuously. These ladies seemed to have no reserve. When they faced Zuo Daoqi, they had hands on him and touched him wantonly. Some of their soft little hands went through his robe.

Changyi seemed not to notice, pointing at Zuo Daoqi with an arrogant look.

"This is my consort. Seeing that you always beg me, I brought him here for you to see."

Zuo Daoqi was a little speechless, but he saw a few familiar faces among this group of people.

The leader, a noble lady, seems to be named Zhang Ruyue, and her relationship with Changyi doesn't seem to be very good.

But now it seems that the two of them are so close, as if there is no barrier at all.

Just when Zuo Daoqi turned his head, he saw the conversation between Chang Yi and Zhang Ruyue.

Zhang Ruyue is also a very beautiful woman, with a charming smile on her beautiful young face, but it looks very fake.

Sure enough, women are all born actors.

He observed again for a while. Although these ladies and young ladies were all wearing bright smiles when talking, the words in their mouths were full of guns and sticks. Only when facing him, they showed a bit of nymphomaniac. look.

Although Changyi fell into the crowd's adulation and had no time to look at himself, he still behaved like a gentleman.

Women, when they have nothing to do, they like to chat and compare, just to have fun.

It seems that not only those folk women, but also those women who stand in the upper class society of Jin Dynasty are not immune to this kind of thing.

Changyi took a step back, hugged Zuo Daoqi's arm with both hands, and said in a gentle voice, "What you said is right. Zuo Daoqi is not only a great practitioner, he is also good at composing poems. Master Wang has said it himself, if Zuo Daoqi is Daoqi also cultivates literature, and the people from the Imperial College... hum..."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell into silence for a moment.

Although he did admire Zuo Daoqi, he was an outsider and would inevitably dissatisfy the students of the Imperial College in such an occasion.

Literary men despise each other, this is the law.

At this time, a girl wearing a light blue dress walked out from behind a noble lady and said with a smile, "Sister Rong'er, it's been a long time since we last met. The last time we met was in the palace."

"This is Lord Zuo. He is truly a talented person, and he lives up to the reputation of impartial law enforcement that Kyoto Teleport has given him."

This girl had a gentle appearance and a light body, but as she spoke, everyone's eyes fell on Zuo Daoqi.

Just because of this woman's identity, she is the niece of Su Xiao, the Minister of Civil Affairs, and a famous talented girl in Kyoto, named Su Qingshui.

The conflict between Zuo Daoqi and Su Xiao is not a secret to the upper class. He killed Su Xiao's son at Caishikou. Although he was a famous teacher, he was his only son after all.

Changyi frowned when she saw Su Qingshui. She remembered...she didn't invite Su Qingshui, right?

"Sister Su, you're welcome. I remember you rarely come out, right?"

Su Qingshui smiled and turned his gaze to Zuo Daoqi, "Sister Rong'er's poetry gathering, no matter how much I love my family, I still want to come out and have a look. This is my uncle's wish."

Zuo Dodge narrowed his eyes.

Someone nearby noticed something was wrong. A plump lady tried to smooth things over.

"Master Zuo is willing to accompany Rong'er out. He must like Rong'er very much. I just wonder if he has written any poems for Rong'er?"

Zuo Daoqi smiled, looked at Su Qingshui and said, "I don't dare act like a talented person. Enforcing the law impartially is just an official's duty."

He said something, then turned his gaze to Changyi, with a tender look on his face, "Of course there is."

Changyi showed a shy look at the right time, and then looked at Zuo Daoqi with a look of expectation.

It expresses the tea flavor in the tea vividly.

Zuo Dodge smiled, and the crowd around him gave way in time. He walked to the edge of the lake, stretched out his hand slightly, and picked off a red flower. There were countless spiritual butterflies floating around, and it fell on Zuo Dodge's hand.

Relief suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had been inspired.

"Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless, who can rely on my thoughts."

When Zuo Daoqi said this, he looked at Changyi tenderly, with infinite friendship in his eyes, and then continued to speak softly, looking at Changyi's charming face and speaking softly.

"I want to get drunk and sing to the wine. The strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. I am haggard because of the beauty."

After finishing the sentence, everyone around him fell into silence.

Changyi had a shy face and flushed cheeks. He walked briskly to Zuo Daoqi and held his arm skillfully.

"Zuo Qing, what is the name of this poem?"

Zuo Daoqi put his hand on Changyi's shoulder and said, "Die Lianhua."

Dielianhua...

Many ladies and ladies looked at Changyi with envy and jealousy.

A few others looked at Zuo Dodge with brighter and brighter eyes, as if they were looking at some treasure boy.

Although Qianyi behind him couldn't quite understand it, he could still feel the profound artistic conception in Zuo Daoqi's poem.

Su Yuchan, who came with him, looked at Changyi with deep envy.

Zuo Daoqi whispered a message and wrote a poem for her after returning, which made the little maid put away her rather resentful eyes.

In the distance, Zhang Ruyue and Su Qingshui looked at each other and suddenly spoke.

"Rong'er, didn't you say before that Lord Zuo composed a poem in seven steps? It's not just this one, is it?"

"This song has been prepared for a long time, right?"

Zhang Ruyue continued, "However, this poem is indeed good, and it is even better than the song "Spring Water" written by Qing Shui last year."

Changyi's smile faded and he walked towards the two of them, standing in front of them like an enraged lion, "Say it again."

The two of them looked at Changyi, and the lady from before tried to smooth things over again, "Rong'er, you..."

Changyi snorted coldly, walked to Zuo Daoqi, and whispered, "I didn't invite these two people."

Her voice was soft and a little apologetic. It was rare to see Changyi speak like this.

Zuo Daoqi couldn't help but be a little surprised. He glanced at Changyi and felt that this wayward princess had grown up to have some empathy.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

After he finished speaking, he walked away and looked at Zhang Ruyue and Su Qingshui, "Wouldn't it be possible to make a poem in seven steps? You two will know it when you meet me?"