Finally, Lu Zhihan smiled and took his children into the carriage, and then pulled back the good things from the carriage. The Duke of the State saw him off with a bad face, waved to him, with an impatient look on his face, and then lay on the car window and asked Qing Huan: "Anan really won't stay? In a dozen days, the Lantern Festival will come, and your brothers will go to see the lanterns. Didn't you say you want to go out and see it? Is it okay to just look at the lanterns and go back?"

All his family are sons, and the entire Duke's mansion is prosperous and in decline, so he wishes to exchange all his sons for A Nan.

Qinghuan shook his head and grabbed Lu Yangzhi's finger: "I'll go with my brother."

The cousins ​​who heard this were heartbroken. How many years have they been in love... How long has this little face been her brother? This is so flirting with the new and tired of the old!

Lu Zhihan dared not delay any longer. He was really afraid that the old Duke would come out and force him to leave his daughter behind. He simply called the driver to hurry up and drove the car, and did not dare to be too late for half a second. Seeing his butt-burning character, the Duke couldn't help but want to say, it was not like this when you came to marry my sister. Do you still remember that if you didn't even leave when you drove you away?

The old man who successfully saw the baby granddaughter being brought back was also happy. The old lady praised the eldest grandson in front of everyone. Lu Yangzhi felt a little embarrassed to praise him. Is he that good? Why is he like a little god in the eyes of the old lady?

After the first day of the Chinese New Year, she can move freely. Qinghuan is still staying at home in poor health. She had to go out to watch the lanterns on the Lantern Festival. Now she has to take care of her health so that she can live a happy night. Lu Yangzhi was taken by the old man after the New Year. She followed her with her every day, but her energy was limited and she could not sit in front of the desk like Lu Yangzhi.

The old man was once again amazed by the talent of this grandson. He had said that his handwriting was ugly and like a ghost-drawing talisman. Unexpectedly, Lu Yangzhi could sit at the table and study hard. After completing the assignments he assigned, he practiced his calligraphy with ease! In just over a dozen days, he wrote good characters with great character, and even his granddaughter learned a few more fonts. The old man taught countless students in the world, and had his qualifications and silence, hard work, and extremely smart. However, the two juniors in his family were as smart as one of them, and could learn from one example and learn from others. The old man taught him the teacher, who was very talented and had no sense of accomplishment.

Especially the little granddaughter, unfortunately she had a daughter, otherwise the Lu family would have been unable to lack her. The old man has not accepted disciples for many years, but in recent years, there have been people who hope that he can accept disciples, so he has also seen several, but none of them are as good as his own A Nan, so he admires him and really teaches him to look at him with admiration. It is a great blessing for Zhihan to have this son and a daughter.

The Lantern Festival was soon on the Lantern Festival. After each of them had a bowl of dumplings, Lu Yangzhi changed his clothes and prepared to take the little girl who had never visited the flower street. Except for the two old men, the entire Lu family was "full of all". Lu Zhihan was worried about his children, so he followed him in person. Seeing Lu Yangzhi taking the initiative to carry A Nan before, his heart suddenly felt sad.

This son is good everywhere, smart, sensible and filial, but one thing is that he always competes with his father, A Nan. If this can be improved, he will be a real good son!

Qinghuan was lying on Lu Yangzhi's back, wearing a hat, and a pair of white rabbit-haired gloves on his little hand, which was not cold at all. The streets were so lively, with lanterns hanging all over the streets, and the river was full of girls and boys with lights on them, and everyone was happy and happy. She was breathing on Lu Yangzhi's back, and he walked very steadily step by step, asking her from time to time if she was tired, hungry, thirsty, and if she wanted to rest, and if she liked something, she asked her father to buy it.

Who told him that he had no money?

It was really tired after walking halfway. Lu Zhihan took them to a famous restaurant. It is said that the roast chicken here is a unique one. When Zi visited privately today, he had eaten several times. They happened to be there. The guests in front of him had just left and just flew out the room, and they were still close to the bridge bank by the river. Looking down from here, you could see the people on the riverside with lights not far away. There were also the sound of silk and bamboos coming from the pleasure boats on the river. There was a faint sing of women and singing, which made the Lantern Festival look lively.

Roasted chicken is a signature dish, so naturally the first one to serve it. The skin has been roasted to a crispy brownish-yellow crispy. When chopsticks are used to push the skin away, it reveals the steaming and fragrant meat. Lu Zhihan personally untie the chicken. Two fat and tender chicken legs and one of his children. He pours wine and drinks by himself, but suddenly he sees a woman holding an umbrella and lanterns on the bridge. The lanterns in her hand have not been set off, but she is standing on the bridge with mottled figures around her, but she is full of loneliness and frustration. It is the excitement of others that sets the desertedness, and the joy of others makes her loneliness more obvious and very artistic.

Qinghuan also saw that she ate the chicken leg torn by Lu Yangzhi, which was completely dirty. The oil paper umbrella blocked the woman's face, but her figure and sorrow did not need a beautiful look to embellish her. She even looked up and saw Lu Yangzhi patted her arm. It was a coincidence that someone in the wing room next to her appeared. When they met, they were surprised: "You, aren't you a girl from Lu Taifu's family!"

When Lu Zhihan heard this, he looked at it and laughed: "You bastards have never been so clever in studying." The last time they saw A Nan, they happened half a year ago, but they didn't expect to remember it.

The next room is the sons of the current emperor, all taught by Lu Zhihan. When he saw Lu Zhihan, he hurried over to greet him. This dynasty is concerned with respect for his teachers and politeness. If the father knew that they had seen Lu Taifu but did not say hello, he would probably have his legs broken.

Qing Huan sat on Lu Yangzhi's lap. He was not interested in these princes, but was quite interested in the only little girl among them.

Not only a few princes came to greet him, but also their respective companions. Among them, the seventh prince brought a sister, the only little girl. She was generous and not afraid of life. After the others greeted her, she bowed to Lu Zhihan in a regular manner, which was quite unique.

After asking carefully, I realized that she was the sister of the seventh prince who accompanied her to study. Her father was the Censor Zhongcheng, whose surname was Ni, and her single name was the word "Ya".

...The strange feeling came again. When Ni Ya was watched, it was no different from being watched by Lu Chunrong. Although they tried their best to hide it, what could such a young child hide? When the eyes were wrong, they immediately let people see it.

Is there anything they are trying to do with her?

If there is, then only Lu Yangzhi will be the only one. Qinghuan knows that Lu Yangzhi's future is unlimited because she knows this person and her ability. But how did they know whether it is Lu Chunrong or Ni Ya? How could they predict the future at a young age?

The answer is simply about to come out.

But nothing happened at the moment, Qinghuan didn't say anything. She still went to see the woman standing on the bridge. The crowds were surging around, but the woman stood still, as if the happiness in the world had nothing to do with her. Qinghuan suddenly remembered a poem and pulled Lu Yangzhi's hand and said, "Brother, have you seen that sister?"

Lu Yangzhi took a casual look and nodded, but was not touched.

"I have a poem. Do you want to listen to it?" Qinghuan asked Lu Zhihan again, "Where is Daddy?"

"Anan wants to write lyrics?" Lu Zhihan's eyes lit up, "The father must order someone to send paper and pen to record it."

"No need to be like this, it's just this situation. I remember a poem I once read in ancient books. There is such a poem. No matter how I write it, it's just a show of my skills."

The princes also looked at her with great enthusiasm. They saw the woman in the next wing room just now. They felt that it was very artistic and wrote poems one after another. Unfortunately, they were all a little short of it. At this moment, they heard Taifu Lu's daughter say that she remembered a song that suited the scene, and couldn't help but want to listen to it.

Qinghuan has been to many worlds, met many people, and naturally read many books. But the scene in front of her made her suddenly think of a great man named Ouyang Xiu in a world. This person is good at writing prose and has achieved great success in poetry. Because she likes it, she memorizes it all.

To put it in detail, it is a poem called "Shengchazi".

Last year on the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. The moon was on the willows and people made an appointment after dusk.

On the New Year's Eve this year, the moon and the lights remain the same. I saw people last year, and tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

Looking closer, the woman was wiping her tears with her Luo sleeves. This situation was several times higher than the limerick poems written by the princes. Even Lu Zhihan liked it very much after listening to it, and asked the waiter to send paper and pen to write down the lyrics. However, the poet Ouyang Xiu had never heard of it, and it was probably lost. However, this song alone is enough to be remembered by future generations.

Qinghuan held her chin, and her father was extremely elegant. He really wanted to bring all the poetry collections from other worlds to him for study. That was a huge spiritual food.

"Huh?" The paper with the words written on it was passed into the hands of the Seventh Prince, and he was stunned. "This poem..." He looked at Ni Ya. "Isn't it what Ya'er did?"

Um???

Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and the others were stunned for a moment, and looked at Ni Ya together.

Ni Ya suddenly exclaimed that she was not good. Her face changed and she quickly explained, "Your Highness is probably remembering it wrong. This poem was also read by Ya'er accidentally. She thought it was quite beautiful, so she remembered it. Perhaps it was the same person who read it with the Lu girl."

This explanation is quite reasonable, but Qinghuan knows that she is just farting.

How could Ouyang Xiu be there in this world?
Chapter completed!