Chapter 94

The area of the middle cabin is quite large. There are several braziers against the wall. Although there is heavy snow outside the window, the cabin is almost like warm spring.

Wearing a scarlet robe, Su Lu was put to the table and sat down. Li Qing sat on one side of the table and looked at him with a smile.

It was Li Qing's idea to rush south this time. The reason why he had to move away overnight was to avoid Dong Cheng, who was going to propose marriage at Su Lu's house.

Outside Su's house, Dong chengmeng looked at the closed house door and listened to the chirping birds in the yard. He was sure that there was no one in the yard.

Su Lu left so soon!

Dong Cheng was a little upset. What should he do? He promised his niece to arrange her marriage. Now, the bridegroom ran away.

Once in the capital, the boy is afraid to be dazzled by fans. When he comes back, how can he still be unmarried.

No, I'm going to Beijing, too.

If there is no war, I will go to Beijing.

Dong Cheng said to his own soldiers, "go and go to Beijing with me."

Shangjing?

The soldiers are ignorant and forced. It's thousands of miles away. In a word, the general is leaving now!

……

Su Lu stood in front of the case and didn't take a pen for a while.

What to write?

It's bad to steal Shangshan's early trip. Unexpectedly, his name was changed. It's really a blasphemy against the sages.

Su Lu picked up his pen and wrote the words "Shang Shan Zaoxing" on rice paper.

In the morning, we start to visit our hometown

Su Lu finished writing, put down his brush and walked out with a smile. It was the original name anyway.

Li Qing picked up the rice paper and gently read it out: "early departure from Shangshan?"

Qingli's cheeks were full of doubts. "There is no place called Shangshan around Beiyang?"

A female bodyguard cried out, her cheeks flushed and her voice was clear: "princess, there is a mountain in my hometown, which is called Shangshan. I remember there is a small town near Shangshan, with Banqiao, and there is a north-south hub. Lord Su must have been there."

Li Qingwen glared at the waitress: "Su Ge, what are you talking about? How could it be your Shangshan? Su Lu wrote this poem in my study. It must be a place in Beiyang called Shangshan."

There was a lot of discussion in the cabin. The guards argued with the princess and robbed the place where the poem belonged, because they knew that if the poem really belonged to their hometown, it would bring a lot of benefits to their hometown. Fame was obvious, and the achievements of local officials would be improved. So and so everyone came here to write a poem.

Shangshan may become famous because of Su Lu's poem. It has entered the eyes of senior officials and dignitaries who love poetry everywhere, even simple in the heart of the emperor.

Ignoring the arguments behind him, Su Lu went out of the middle cabin, held the ship's side and looked at the boiling snowflakes.

The boat has passed the Dongting and entered the Tuhai River. The earth mountains on both sides of the river bank have turned white. Occasionally, fishermen in coir raincoats can be seen sitting on the river bank fishing and making a living in the cold.

As the ship moves forward, the river banks on both sides become narrower and narrower. It seems that the nearest place is within reach.

Su Lu asked he Wu standing at the stern of the boat, "Why are you standing here instead of waiting on the princess?"

He Wu looked unhappy. Hearing the speech, he pointed to Lao Chang, who was holding a fishing rod at the stern and dressed in coir raincoat: "look, this grandson's injury is not good. He wants to fish. I really don't know what's good about fishing."

At the stern of the boat, in the roaring wind and snow, Chang Yuan was wearing a wooden hat and a black coir raincoat, sitting on a high stool, swinging and pulling the fishing rod in the distance.

Hearing he Wu's complaint, Lao often threw out his fishing rod. Then he turned around and said proudly: "Lao he, you don't understand the fun of fishing. Naturally, you don't know what's good about this. Su Lu, you say, what's good about this fishing."

Su Lu patted the side of the boat, "there are benefits. It's not how fishing friends can understand it. There's a poem about it."

"Thousands of mountain birds fly away, thousands of paths people disappear, lone boats, coir hats, Weng, fishing alone for mountain and river snow."

Chang Yuan looked at Su Lu, his lips trembling, and he couldn't even hold the fishing rod in his hand. It seemed that he couldn't believe it. Su Lu wrote a poem.

He Wu's eyes rolled around a few times, suddenly turned around and ran into the cabin. His voice was proud: "princess, princess, the old slave congratulated you. Lord Su just wrote a poem, short and concise, with great momentum."

Li Qingwen surprised and asked, "you recite it to me."

The smile on he Wu's face is frozen. He will fart. It's not unforgettable. Su Lu just read it once. Where can he remember.

Li Qing put down Shangshan's early departure and went out of the cabin. This time, Su Lu must write this poem. He can't be competed by a group of girls like Shangshan's early departure.

Outside the cabin, the snow is getting heavier. Lao Chang is holding Su Lu's sleeve and doesn't even care if the fishing rod falls in the river.

"No, you have to write it down and give it to me as an heirloom. It's the original work of a great poet, and it's still written for me. It must be mine."

Li Qing, who had just left the hatch, was stunned. Why, is this poem written for Lao Chang? Su Lu, Su Lu, you didn't write a poem for me, but you wrote one for Lao Chang.

Zhao demou said you were interested in him. Unexpectedly, it was true. You like men!

No, I can't let this poem fall into Lao Chang's hands. That's enough. Su Lu likes men, which makes me how to marry him in the future. Even if you like men, I can't get your heart, I want to get your people.

Li Qing brushed his robe sleeve and said in an unhappy voice, "Chang Yuan, how do you know this poem is written for you? He Wu, do you think so?"

He Wu is Li Qing's follower. Li Qing says he Wu dares to close people's eyes when it's dark.

Hearing Li Qing's words, he Wu turned his eyes, "yes, I really heard it just now. Lord Su said to write a poem, but he didn't say to write a poem for you."

Chang Yuan thought for a moment. After a while, his chin raised and his voice was proud: "I don't care. Anyway, it's the first thing I heard. This poem is mine. Su Lu, you must write it down and give it to me."

Li Qing went to Su Lu and asked softly, "Su Lu, what poetry have you written? It's better to transcribe it and let everyone have a look."

Su Lu pointed around, smiled and narrowed his eyes and said, "Jiang Xue, look, there are no birds on thousands of mountains and no people on thousands of paths. Only one or two fishermen fishing by the river occasionally spare no effort to live in the cold."

Li Qing was born in the palace and didn't know the hardships of the world. Hearing his speech, he asked strangely, "don't they farm?"

Su Lu sneered: "if there is a field, who will not plant it."

Li Qing was surprised and asked he Wu and Chang Yuan, "isn't there a rule in the imperial court? Why don't they have no land?"

He Wu didn't dare to say. He Wu never dared to say such things. Eunuchs can't discuss politics. He wanted to be eunuchs safely.

Chang Yuan had no such scruples. He was born in poverty. After entering the palace, he had been in the army for many years. He said what he had to say.

"The imperial court has flourished for a hundred years, and the land annexation has reached the point where the people can't make a living. Why are there still people willing to make a living in the North despite the frequent wars in the north? It's because the land in the north can live without the old wealth of these landlords."

Li Qing's face was gray and his voice was low: "OK, Su Lu, write this poem. I'll take it to my father and let him know the suffering of the people."

Su Lu shook his head: "the Emperor may not know these things."

Li Qing shook her head: "the father emperor has lived in the deep palace for a long time. What he knows is what others want him to know, and what others don't want him to know, he can't know."

Su Lu looked confused and forced, and this situation