In the early morning, a quiet and elegant courtyard.

A young scholar carrying a book box on his back and wearing a jade sword on his hip pushed open the gate and strode out.

The two jade plates on his waist, a perfect match, jingled.

The young scholar stopped in front of the door, turned around and looked inside the door. He saw the courtyard that he was very familiar with. Through the lattice window that was illuminated by the bright moon every night, he could see half of the mahogany desk where he was accustomed to leaning his head with his hand in the moonlight.

The young scholar glanced at them for a few seconds, his lips curled up slightly out of habit, he closed the gate, and turned around to reunite with his companions.

Zhao Rong did not wear his usual plain Confucian robe today, but changed into a luxurious and exquisite brocade robe, which was a rare change. He was dressed exquisitely, and if seen from a distance, he looked like an extraordinary and elegant young man.

This was sent to him by Lin Wenruo's servant last night, saying that he must dress more formally today.

Zhao Rong didn't understand why at first, until Lin Wenruo came to see him off alone and brought Zhao Rong and the other two to the Shili Changting in the north of Luojing City. Only then did Zhao Rong know why it was so solemn.

Zhao Rong rode on his horse, looking around, watching the increasing number of Luojing people on both sides of the road, especially the grand and magnificent formation not far ahead, where a royal carriage was waiting.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly and turned around to look at his friend who had a leisurely expression on his face.

But just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, Lin Wenruo interrupted him.

"Tzuyu, this really wasn't something I planned. The people came here on their own initiative. The king and the nobles in the city also came here on their own initiative. Well, I just briefly mentioned to them that you were leaving today, but I didn't expect them to all come."

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing more.

"I don't know how long ago it was since the people of Luojing sent someone off so spontaneously. When I went to study at the academy, I didn't make such a big scene when I left. Ziyu, you are really the envy of others."

Zhao Rong said modestly: "Alas, when you have a peerless beauty like mine, you will know that this is also a kind of trouble."

Lin Wenruo: “…”

Not long after, Zhao Rong and his entourage dismounted, and the King of Zhongnan came forward to greet them. He pretended to salute Zhao Rong three steps away. Zhao Rong quickly stepped forward to support him, but the king called him "State Master" in a friendly tone, which caught Zhao Rong off guard.

I'm betting on that imperial master robe, not for the purpose of becoming your imperial master.

Zhao Rong hurriedly declined and politely rejected the earnest invitation of the King of Zhongnan. He then winked at Lin Wenruo, asking him for help, and it took him a while to get away.

The ten-mile long pavilion is swaying with willow trees. The people of Luojing who have come to see him off are shoulder to shoulder, creating a traffic jam that is impossible to get through.

After that, everyone was reluctant to leave and walked ten miles to see him off again. When they left, they drank farewell wine together and wrote farewell poems.

On that day, the streets of Luojing were deserted and all the willow branches in the ten-mile long pavilion were broken.

Zhao Rong mounted the horse and turned to look at Lin Wenruo, who was holding the horse and whipping him. His eyes were slightly focused, but his words were concise and to the point.

"Leave."

Lin Wenruo raised his head slightly, nodded with a gentle smile, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong turned around, pursed his lips and glanced towards the north, gently stroking the white jade token with his fingertips.

The next moment, he rode his horse forward without looking back, and the jade pendant on his waist jingled crisply.

Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Sanbian followed closely behind, accompanied by a group of Yulin Guards who would take them through a shortcut out of Zhongnan Kingdom.

When the young scholar had walked a short distance forward, he suddenly heard the sound of singing coming from behind.

Those are the voices of the beautiful women born in Mount Zhongnan, with clear, melodious voices.

"What is there in Zhongnan? There are laurel trees and osmanthus trees. The young master has come to visit, wearing brocade clothes and a long robe. His face is as red as cinnabar. He is the king!"

"What is there in Zhongnan? There are ceremonies and halls. There are gentlemen, wearing embroidered clothes. Wearing jade pendants, they will never forget their longevity!"

What is there on Mount Zhongnan? There are catalpa trees and osmanthus trees.

A young man came here, wearing a brocade robe and with a ruddy complexion. He was a gentleman of banditry, and he wore exquisite jade pendants that jingled wherever he moved. I wish him a long life and the people of Zhongnan will never forget him.

…

Dusk and evening.

In the Lin Family Manor in Lanxi, a quiet courtyard that was gently closed by someone in the early morning was pushed open by a tall scholar.

A creaking sound was heard in the empty courtyard.

The tall scholar entered the house and came to the desk that was half filled with moonlight every night.

On the mahogany desk, near the window, a folded piece of poetry lay quietly.

At this moment, it is bathed in the brilliant twilight of the setting sun.

A slender hand reached out to it and slowly spread it out.

A bright moon rose above the table.

The breeze rustles my sleeves.

The room is full of stars, flowing quietly.

"Dian Jiang Lip, presented to Brother Wen Ruo."

"I lean on the railing while drunk, the stars are raining outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Who am I sitting with? The bright moon and the cool breeze are with me."

"When a soulmate comes, I must sing along. Do you still know? Since the addition of another, the romance has been evenly divided."

That day, I was leaning against the railing while drunk in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. When I looked up, I saw the starlight like a rainstorm.

Who do I sit with? The bright moon, the breeze, me or him.

When you meet a soulmate, singing will naturally be matched with chorus. You play the piano, and I compose poetry.

Do you know? Ever since we met, the enjoyment of the breeze outside the pavilion and the bright moon in the mountains has naturally been shared equally by you and me.

I don’t know how long it had passed, the poem paper was still lying quietly on the desk, and the bright moon was waiting for the moonlight of another bright moon.

But there was no one at the table.

He went to the flower forest behind the yard again.

Squatting under the tree tied with a red rope, he lowered his head and buried the two pots of osmanthus wine together.

In Zhongnan Country, there is an ancient custom that when young men and women get engaged, they will each tie a red string on two osmanthus trees and bury a jar of osmanthus wine under the trees.

From now on, you can no longer pick sweet osmanthus flowers from these two trees.

If lovers do not get married, or divorce after marriage, the red string must be untied.

If the two are happy and in harmony, the red string will never be untied.

The osmanthus wine should also be buried and left to the destined people in the future.

His palms were covered with dirt.

The wrapped towel gradually became wet again.

That night, on Mount Taibai, there was also a forest of flowers.

Under the tree that was still tied with a red rope but also hung with a three-foot white silk.

There is a purple dress.

She asked him.

That day, he attacked Chongxu Temple.

But why leave her dowry behind?

Why not marry her home first?

She said she actually wanted to.

He didn't answer.

…

"Su Xiaoxiao, where are the purse and sachet that you kept for me?"

"Zhao Rong, it's so lively here, where are we?"

"Don't interrupt me. Where are the purses and sachets given to me by the girls who admired my beauty and talent?"

Zhao Rong frowned and stared at Su Xiaoxiao who was looking around.

"Well, Xiaoxiao, take a look. Where did it go? Xiaoxiao remembers putting it in the bookcase. How come it's gone? Oh, where did it go? I put it together with the bookcase before I left that day..."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and suddenly covered her mouth. She muttered in surprise while rummaging through her small bookcase, "Sachet, purse, stop hiding..."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong secretly.

"Ah! I remember now."

Suddenly, the little fox demon looked as if something had suddenly dawned on him.

"On the day I left Lanxi, you, you urged me too hastily, I...I seem to have forgotten to take it."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lips, tilted her head back, and stared at Zhao Rong with crystal clear eyes.

"How about that, Xiaoxiao make you a sachet!"

The little fox demon's eyes lit up, his mouth puffed out, and he was eager to try.

Zhao Rong looked at her expressionlessly.