"Come down."

Xie Lingjiang was shy, but Ouyang Rong didn't give her time to react. He got into the car, picked her up by the waist, left the car, and placed her on the back of Dongmei's horse in front of everyone.

Under the eyes of his younger junior sister, he chuckled lightly, rode on horseback alone, and took her out of the city.

"Hold it, don't let go."

The two of them rode a horse together and galloped all the way to the mountain forest where the maple leaves were the brightest.

Xie Lingjiang hugged his waist tightly. Under her black satin hair that was blown by the strong wind, her cheeks were red and her eyes were as clear as stars.

Autumn is high and crisp, the mountains are red and the forests are dyed.

Ouyang Rong looked around and suddenly felt that the red leaves in the maple forest all over the mountains and plains looked like they were stained with red blood. He couldn't help but think of what he had experienced since the Pure Land Palace awakened. He couldn't help but let out a roar and roared in the mountains and forests.

Xie Ling Jiang couldn't help laughing and patted his back: "Fool."

Ouyang Rong still laughed and said with a smile:

"Man and ape bid farewell to each other. Only a few stones have been ground. When I was a child... there is a flame in the copper and iron furnace. How can I guess when? It only takes a few thousand cold and heat... It is rare in this world to smile. On the battlefield, each other bends the bow and the moon. Flow.

There is blood all over Jiaoyuan."

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed with his hands in his arms, and became more and more overjoyed. Xie Lingjiang was stunned. He could only hear him wiping his tears after laughing and whispering to himself:

"My head is spinning after reading this article, but I remember a few spots and a few lines of ancient traces... The sacred things of the Five Emperors and Three Sovereigns have deceived countless passers-by... How many romantic figures are there? After stealing Zhizhuang and becoming famous, King Chen rose up and waved

Yellow Yue...the song is not yet finished, the east is white."

After saying this, the young man with a fox-white fur and a weak crown, galloping on horseback, laughed for a long time, and finally shouted:

"If you want to talk, you can't stop. If you want to talk, you can't stop, but I say it's a cool autumn!"

As if she felt the pleasure of her master and mistress, Dongmei spread her legs and ran, trying to prove that she knew how to cook.

It is indeed a sweaty horse, it is indeed as fast as a whirlwind, running faster and faster.

Ever since, in the eyes of passers-by on the way to enjoy the maple leaves in autumn, a fleeting shadow of a maroon horse carrying a white suit and a red dress flashed across the official road.

Xie Lingjiang hugged her senior brother's waist tightly. The autumn wind blew her hair around her temples and fluttered in the wind. She tried to turn her head in the wind, and her clear eyes looked at the senior brother who was happily "talking nonsense" in the autumn wind.

She likes his occasionally unconventional and unexpected behavior.

I like his unrestrained, bold and uninhibited style.

I also like the strange and stunning poem fragments that come out of his mouth from time to time.

Although Xie Lingjiang didn't know what the elder brother was frowning at and whispering to himself when he was alone.

But this mysterious, profound and martyr-like temperament fascinates Xie Lingjiang, who has followed rules and regulations since he was a child and studied seriously. It is as if he was attracted by the abyss after staring into it and jumped down.

Today we went out of the city to enjoy the autumn. There were many passers-by admiring the maple forest. Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang deliberately avoided crowded places and ran into the deep forest.

Half an hour later, Dongmei came to a quiet and deserted valley deep in the maple forest.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned over the book and dismounted, jumped up, and picked off a fiery red maple leaf from the treetops on the roadside. He turned back, his face focused, and inserted it diagonally into Xie Lingjiang's black hair.

Wearing fiery red maple leaves on the temples is the Beginning of Autumn makeup that is popular among ladies of the Zhou Dynasty after autumn.

Ouyang Rong looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

Beauty’s red lips are redder than maple leaves.

Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.

Xie Ling Jiang tilted his head, touched the red leaves, bowed his head shyly, and smiled sweetly.

Ouyang Rong gently caressed his pretty face with his palm, and suddenly asked seriously:

"Little junior sister, how do you think the book reader should break the mirror?"

Xie Lingjiang reacted and immediately said: "Of course I have to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."

"What kind of book knowledge does little junior sister lack?"

Xie Ling Jiang frowned and thought carefully:

"I am familiar with the classics. Now it seems that I may be lacking in poetry and poetry. Senior brother is quick in thinking and has deep wisdom in poetry. Can you teach me some? Just like the poem just now."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said, "Junior sister, did you understand the song to congratulate the bridegroom just now?"

"I don't understand everything, but it feels very heavy. How about you read it again, Senior Brother?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Poetry is a small way. I don't teach it. If you want to learn it, just learn the big way."

"The Great Dao? What does Senior Brother think the Great Dao is?" Her pretty face returned to seriousness, and her tone of voice was hopeful: "Please teach me, Senior Brother."

Her fingers tightly clasped his lowered palm.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, then he took the beautiful woman's hand and rubbed the soft and smooth back of her hand with his fingers. After being quiet for a while, he leaned against the back of her hand and said softly:

"I'll send you another poem. By the way, I'll tell you something you can never read in the thousands of books written by sages."

"What is the thing that cannot be read...?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing and returned to the horse. He took out some simple pen and paper from the bag carried on the horse's back. He caught a red leaf dancing in the air, placed it on the horse's back, and quickly wrote a few lines of ink on the red leaf.

Ouyang Rong held the red leaf between his fingers and handed it to Xie Lingjiang with a smile.

The noble lady of the Xie family wearing Maple Leaf Beginning of Autumn makeup curiously took it, looked at the fresh ink on the red leaf, and read softly:

"Weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, the setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi Alley... In the old days, the king thanked... In the old days, the king thanked the swallows in front of the hall, flying into the homes of ordinary people."

Xie Lingjiang's voice slowly paused.

The air between the two fell into silence.

The big bay horse next to it is grazing on grass, and the autumn wind blows through the red leaves in the forest.

The only sound left between heaven and earth is the "sasha" of red leaves.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and carefully arranged the red frost leaves stuck on her temples. His face was calm:

"This is the great road. I think that as a book-turner, junior sister, the book that you really want to open is this page. This is also knowledge that sages will never tell you in their books."

I saw that the smile on the face of the noble lady Xie was somewhat frozen, and she muttered and chewed: "In the old days, the king thanked the Yan in front of the hall... was the king Xie in the old time..."

"Little junior sister, have you always felt that your ninth generation high family, this 600-year-old lintel stretching across Jiangzuo, can always exist, or can be glorious for a long time, and the same is true for other Guanlong high families, five surnames and seven hopes? Or,

Even if Wang Xie is gone, there will always be new nobles and nobles to take his place. For example, after I climb the mountain, will there be some upstarts from the south of the Yangtze River such as the Nanlong Ouyang family in the future?"

The cheap son-in-law of the Xie family of Chen County, one of the Seven Hopes on Friday, asked and answered his own questions, shaking his head slightly:

"Little Junior Sister, all the things Qing Shi gave you have been secretly marked with prices. A certain page of the history books has actually written it conspicuously... These noble families who do not even pay attention to the emerging imperial examinations and arrogantly recruit poor people, at most only

What is left of Daqian and Dazhou is like the fiery red sunset in late autumn, which is the last brilliance.

"Since the pre-Qin princes turned into white bones, the noble families that have risen for nearly a thousand years will also perish."
Chapter completed!