Chapter 263 We Will
He Yanqing knew who was coming without even looking.
Except for Murong Di, no one would call him He Sanlang. Everyone called him "Asan" or "Uncle San".
He Yanqing stood up to greet him.
In the dark sky, a tall young man walked towards them.
Murong Di was fourteen years old now. He had grown taller, the childishness on his face had faded, and his jaw had become more angular.
He is already a handsome young man.
"Little brother, thank you for your help." He Yanqing took the bowl and called "little brother" like other people in the village.
He Yanqing sat at the stone table in the yard with his bowl in hand and ate his meal. When he smelled the fragrance of the rice, he felt hungry.
Murong Di sat next to He Yanqing and smiled slightly as he watched He Yanqing holding a large bowl and eating.
"I never thought that you would really give up your wealthy life in Chang'an and become a villager here."
"Back in Chang'an, it was hard to get a full night's sleep. Here, I'm so exhausted I can't even sleep. Life in Chang'an isn't necessarily any better than here."
He Yanqing swallowed a mouthful of meat and asked Murong Di,
"I see you quite like it here. Don't you want to leave?"
Murong Di's face blurred in the darkening sky:
"When we came here two years ago, we probably didn't think about the current situation."
His voice was a little hoarse and awkward.
Since the beginning of this year, he has felt a little dry in his throat, his voice is hoarse, and his voice is not as clear and tender as before.
The villagers all congratulated him and said that he would grow into a real man in two years.
Murong Di has been staying very at ease in Black Bandit Mountain during this period, and he has been becoming more and more accurate in practicing plum blossom darts with Old Man Qin.
In addition to handling the affairs of the bandit village on weekdays, he would also take time to inspect other counties and cities in Lingnan, watching Lingnan get better little by little.
Although he often missed his mother and uncle's family in Beijing, he secretly liked Lingnan.
He had been born into a bleak palace, living in the oppressive depths of the palace, acting mad and foolish, with his shoulders hunched. His memories were always filled with the cheap, acrid charcoal fires of winter, the lonely and desolate courtyard, and the cold eyes and mockery of others.
In his eyes, the huge and prosperous capital city was a dark dungeon.
Gray, suffocating, and cold.
Lingnan was burning brightly in his heart, like an endless fire.
He came to Lingnan and enjoyed the unprecedented heat and everyone's smiling faces.
He is the lotus leaf that struggled to grow out of the mud of Chang'an, and finally grew strong and vigorous in the summer in the south.
If possible, he would like to bring his mother to Lingnan, let her taste the freshly picked lychees, see the river water that never freezes, and experience the season without winter snow.
Unfortunately, it is not possible now.
They have a deep blood feud and have been dormant for years, but they still have unfinished business.
He Yanqing said casually: "Indeed, you can let go of your hands and feet here. Even the prince is not as free as you. In Lingnan, you can be considered a free person."
It was completely dark and torches were lit on the mountain.
The windows of the small houses were filled with warm yellow light.
The sky is dark, but the mountains are bright.
Murong Di left the tea garden, leaving behind a sentence:
"How can the royal family be free?"
…
"This princess is finally free!"
Ning An left Yaohua Palace happily.
The prince's illness was cured, and Ning An was finally released from house arrest.
After being cooped up in Yaohua Palace for a month, she walked out and found the floor tiles on the palace path cute.
The first thing Ning An did was to go find Su Zhizhi to play.
Hearing that Su Zhizhi could not stay in the palace for long and would leave in a few days, Ning An wanted to stick to Su Zhizhi every day and play with her whenever they had time.
Su Zhizhi mentioned to Ning An that she used to be very good at catching fish in the mountains.
Ning An said: "I have never been to the mountains, but I sometimes feed the fish in Qianlong Lake, which has a lot of koi."
Ning An took Su Zhizhi to Qianlong Lake.
Qianlong Lake is very large, with a circumference of more than ten miles. Stones are piled up to form rockery on the lakeside, and there is a two-story agarwood pavilion on the west side.
The early summer breeze blew across the lake, and the newly sprouted lotus leaves were in clusters, not yet unfolding.
Ning An and Su Zhizhi lay on the railing of Chenxiang Pavilion, broke the fish food in their hands into pieces and threw them in. Soon a circle of color floated up in the lake, and the fish began to scramble for the food.
Not long after the two of them arrived, Murong Zhen and Zhang Taifu also happened to come to Chenxiang Pavilion.
The two sides were a little surprised and a little unhappy to meet here.
Murong Zhen saw a bright-eyed, white-toothed, and spirited girl standing next to Ning An, and asked:
"Royal sister, what is this?"
Ning An said proudly: "The first female student admitted to the martial arts school is Su Zhizhi."
Su Zhizhi also learned some of the etiquette of meeting people in the palace: "Meet the prince."
There was a hint of surprise in Murong Zhen's eyes.
Murong Ming previously said that Su Zhizhi was fat and ugly like a wild boar, and extremely rude.
What I saw with my own eyes today was completely different.
Ning An: "Why did Master Zhang and the Crown Prince come to Qianlong Lake? Don't you want to study today?"
Ning An remembered that her mother had reminded her to stay away from Murong Zhen, and she hoped that Murong Zhen would leave quickly.
Zhang Taifu looked at the shimmering lake and said, "The weather is nice, so I want to bring the Crown Prince to the lake to write poetry."
Ning An felt dizzy when he heard it.
She can't recite or write poems, and it looks like Murong Zhen will be staying here for a long time.
Ning An's face darkened. He was about to take Su Zhizhi somewhere else to play, but he heard Murong Zhen say:
"Your Majesty, don't blame yourself too much. I didn't fall into the water, you're not to blame. You don't have to feel ashamed to see me."
Ning An almost exploded when he heard this.
What does it mean that you don’t have to blame yourself and you are too embarrassed to see him?
"Murong Zhen, you better understand. It's not my fault that you fell into the water. It's because of you that I was grounded for so long."
Zhang Taifu couldn't bear to see the two children quarreling, so he changed the subject:
"Since we've met, Princess and Miss Su, if you're feeling up to it, you can also write down a poem on the subject of 'Lake'."
Zhang Taifu didn't mean "writing poetry" but "reciting from memory." He had taught Ning An and knew that it was impossible for Ning An to write poetry.
While they were talking, palace servants had already placed writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.
Murong Zhen smiled lightly: "Grandmaster Zhang, when has my sister ever recited a poem? Miss Su is studying at a martial arts academy, so it's better not to embarrass my sister and Miss Su. Besides, my sister's handwriting..."
Murong Zhen didn't finish his words, but smiled and shook his head.
Ning An puffed out his cheeks and blushed a little.
Her handwriting was ugly, but how could she not have memorized poetry? She just couldn't remember it at the moment!
Su Zhizhi took a step forward and said simply:
"It's not difficult. It's just memorizing poetry and writing. We can do it."
"Then let's try writing one." Murong Zhen didn't care about Su Zhizhi's reaction.
How could a girl from the countryside know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is?
Maybe like Murong Ming, he can write a few crooked words and recite two poems, and then thinks he is great.
He might even be worse than Murong Ming.
Ning An: "Let's write together, and the prince should write at the same time."
Murong Zhen: "Okay."
Murong Zhen agreed quickly.
He practiced calligraphy with Master Zhang for several years, and his handwriting became much better than before, at least much better than Ning An's.
Murong Zhen, Ning An and Su Zhizhi wrote it together.
Master Zhang's gaze swept over the three of them in turn.
While Murong Zhen and Ning An were still thinking, Su Zhizhi started writing as soon as she said she would. She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote steadily.
When Master Zhang saw the way Su Zhizhi held the pen to write, he knew that this little girl had put a lot of effort into practicing.
When he saw the words written by Su Zhizhi, his expression changed slightly.
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