In February, the south of the Yangtze River, the snow in Yanshan Mountain is still flying. It is probably because the Zigui cannot cry, but even though my hometown is so happy, I don’t want to go home.

Runzhou area, when the grass grows and the warblers are flying, green willows are hanging silk, and wild flowers are gradually blooming.

Moreover, the weather is often blurred and hazy.

Su Chen chose a good day, the weather was clear and cloudless. The convoy set off and headed for Jinling City.

He had already bought a house in Jinling City, and was very close to Peng's mansion. However, there was no foundation there, and maids and servants were not easy to use, so this time Su Chen planned to take some from Runzhou.

Especially those servants who train martial arts, thirty people were temporarily allocated to serve as guards, and they could continue to train normally.

Su Chen, Peng Qingqing, Jing Yun, Yang Ling'er, and Hu Bo, are going to take a bus to Jinling together.

Jing Hong stays for the time being. He is responsible for training young children in Beigu Villa to practice martial arts and train them. Before a complete training plan is formulated and reliable martial arts personnel are provided, he will personally keep the supervision.

"Driving!" The driver rushed forward, and five or six carriages galloped on the official road.

Su Chen, Peng Qingqing and Ling'er were in a car. The former closed his eyes and rested, while the two girls were chatting.

Peng Qingqing looked at Ling'er and smiled and said, "Have Ling'er been to Jinling before?"

"Well, I have been there. I have lived there for a few years with Brother Su Chen. Later, something happened at home and we returned to our ancestral home in Runzhou." Yang Ling'er explained.

"Oh, yes, Su Chen mentioned it to me." Peng Qingqing had heard it, but she was only focused on Su Chen at that time, but she forgot that Ling'er was also a participant.

Peng Qingqing continued chatting and asked: "Jinling City is very big. This time we are following Su Chen to live in the capital of Tang Kingdom. Are you very excited?"

"It's okay, there's no excitement, but it feels like a little bit of emotion. After all, I've lived there, and the ancient capitals of the Six Dynasties are easy to make people feel moved."

"What love do you have?"

"A poet in the Tang Dynasty wrote this way, green trees grow in cool weather and rain, lotus flowers and leaves fill Tingzhou. When you climb high, you will forget to get drunk. You are silent and leaning on the building alone. The palaces and the Six Dynasties are left with ancient monuments, and the clothes are covered with deserted hills. The scenery is different during the peaceful seasons, and the mountains flow from the green water. No matter how these dynasties change, in the end, the surrounding green mountains and waters change as usual, without being affected, and only those dynasties rise and fall!"

Yang Ling'er suddenly said this.

Peng Qingqing was a little stunned, as if she didn't know Yang Ling'er in front of her.

This thirteen-year-old girl actually started quoting classics and citing ancient poems at will.

Moreover, it is very consistent with the artistic conception she said. This scene is not as simple as memorizing a poem. She can understand the meaning of the poem, and can connect it to the current topic, giving birth to emotion and depict it.

This is already very knowledgeable.

"Ling'er, I haven't seen you for half a year. I found that you are growing so fast, not just your body, but mainly your head. It seems like you have become enlightened. How come you can use so naturally when you know so many poems and essays at once?" Peng Qingqing had to ask a question because she was so curious.

In the past, she felt that she had a shallow culture and did not like reading. She knew few allusions and poems, but she should be similar to Ling'er, who was eleven or twelve years old.

Suddenly, she found that Ling'er had transformed, as if she had exceeded her knowledge.

Yang Ling'er smiled and explained: "Hehe, for the past six months, Sister Xu has been helping me review poetry and historical scriptures. In addition to practicing martial arts, I always read historical books and poetry. If I don't understand, I ask Sister Xu. She will patiently explain it to me. After a long time, I seem to remember it and understand it."

"I can't tell, you learned so quickly!" Peng Qingqing was really surprised.

Yang Ling'er smiled slightly, said a few humility, and then secretly looked at Su Chen, who was resting with his eyes closed.

She thought that her knowledge had improved, but she was definitely far inferior to Brother Su Chen, who was the number one talented man in Jiangzuo.

In the future, the restoration power of the descendants of Yang Wu will return to Jiangnan and seize power, so Su Chen's attitude and help will be crucial.

I don’t know what would happen if Brother Su Chen knew the truth later?

Yang Ling'er kept guessing in her heart, but of course there was no answer.

"There are two other poems, which are written in the masterpieces of history. One is Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane". Have Ling'er recited it?"

Su Chen suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a faint smile on his lips.

When Yang Ling'er heard this, she nodded obediently and replied: "Sister Xu asked me to carry it over. The wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset at Wuyi Lane is slanting. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xie Hall flew into the homes of ordinary people."

Peng Qingqing clapped his hands and said, "Su Chen, is it the long street of Wuyi Lane we visited during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Su Chen nodded and explained: "Yes, there is a lot of prosperity, most of which are the residences of high-ranking officials and nobles. Currently, the Imperial College and other schools are also in that area, and it is very lively."

Peng Qingqing asked, "Which other song is another one?"

It is Du Mu's poem "Baiying in Qinhuai". It is covered with smoke and cold water and moon, and sand. It is surrounded by restaurants near Qinhuai at night. The businesswoman does not know the hatred of the country's destruction, and still sings the back garden flowers across the river. This is a poem written by the country's destruction, and it is inconvenient to sing. The subject matter is sensitive, so literati do not recite much."

Yang Ling'er silently recited the poem, especially the last two lines, which even hit her heart.

Xu Qingwan has not taught her this poem yet. Perhaps it is because of the poor poetry or because of her identity, it is not suitable to keep the poems and essays that satirize the destruction of the country.

Because the Xu family is half a royal family, they almost ascended the throne. Unfortunately, Xu Wen suddenly died of illness. His sons were all Li Bing's opponents and were half-punished. The rest became honest and dared not fight for power anymore.

The descendants of the Xu family were actually angry because their Xu family was about to seize power and almost succeeded, but they helped Li Bing, the adopted son, and thus the later Tang Kingdom.

"Have you never recited it?" Su Chen asked Xiang Ling'er, looking at her a little confused.

Yang Ling'er nodded, suppressed the complicated mood in her heart, and said, "Sister Xu has indeed not taught me this song."

"It's okay. Although this song is a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation, it is indeed not suitable to be kept on your lips. Otherwise, it would be as if it were a satirized by the fact that the country was about to be destroyed. It would be unlucky and would easily lead to a loss of talk."

Su Chen explained and asked the two girls to learn some more poetry and prose principles.

Peng Qingqing sighed and said with emotion: "This time I arrived in Jinling, I also want to read more. Just reading military tactics is not enough. I will learn some historical books and allusions and stories, so I can also learn more knowledge. You can also organize the Tang poetry, Huajian Ci, etc. that you think are suitable for me and memorize a few poems."

Seeing that Ling'er grew up so quickly, she was not willing to be an illiterate heroine. She also wanted to change a little bit, so as to strive to be more in Su Chen's footsteps and not be left far away by the people around her.
Chapter completed!