Xiao Yun laughed in his heart and said to himself: "I didn't even take Zhang Shicheng seriously. How could Xiao Yun be afraid of me just Zhang Shixin?" Although he thought so, Zhang Yuluo's tone was lonely and seemed to have some worries. After all, he couldn't bear to refuse. He shook his head and sighed, and walked up to the pavilion.

When he walked up to the pavilion, Xiao Yun realized that the pavilion was not the one he had just sat upright and had a tea-cup. Rather than a pavilion, it was a small attic, with bright and dark in the attic. In the middle, there was a clay sculpture on the Sumeru pedestal, with a calm expression. On the two walls, four ancient bronze screen wall reliefs with ancient lines, "Raining Fish", "Making Pottery", and "Doing Business", depicting the legendary story of Fan Li's success and retreating.

Xiao Yun only took a look and sighed that Zhang Yuluo would choose a place. This attic is built at the intersection of streams and lakes surrounded by mountains. He chose this mountain peak that is painted in all directions and built a high pavilion on the top of the mountain. Looking at Taihu Lake, the lake is ethereal; looking at Lihu Lake, the stream water is rippling; looking at southeast and northwest, it is all lakes, all of which are water. Seventy-two peaks are staggered among them. You can see thousands of acres of Taihu Lake, ten miles of Lihu Lake, and seventy-two peaks to see through. It is actually the best place to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake.

Xiao Yun sat down opposite Zhang Yuluo without moving. Zhang Yuluo, opposite him, looked picturesque, and a faint smile was filled with a faint sadness. However, this sadness could not be seen in her eyes. Her whole eyes were as calm as water, as if it never had any waves.

At this moment, even if Xi Shi, Wang Zhaojun and Xiao Yun were sitting opposite each other, who were four beauties, they were not in the mood to hunt for beauty. Seeing that Zhang Yuluo had not spoken for a long time, Xiao Yun could not sit still. He glanced at the four sides and saw that Fang Taipingzheng and Zhang Chenbao were talking about something in another pavilion. His expression was extremely natural. There were bursts of laughter coming from time to time. If they were not lovers, no one would believe it even if they were beaten to death, but Xiao Yun believed it.

"Young Master Xiao, do you know that since I was a child, no one has ever done this in front of me. This is the first time?" After a long time, Zhang Yuluo said lightly, and the light in his eyes quickly glanced at Xiao Yun's face.

"It's strange if someone says this to you just because of your identity?" Xiao Yun murmured in his heart and said, "That brother just now was just a moment of recklessness. Please don't be surprised by Miss Yuluo?" Xiao Yun thought that Zhang Yuluo was still worried about Zhao Li's affairs just now, so he hurriedly comforted him.

Zhang Yuluo smiled and said, "Young Master misunderstood. He didn't blame Mr. Zhao, but thanked him?"

Xiao Yun was slightly stunned and looked at Zhang Yuluo with some disagreement. "No, I've been teased and thanked him. Are women of this era so open?"

Zhang Yuluo looked at Xiao Yun and knew that he had misunderstood. He smiled and said, "Is it strange that I have been regarded as a treasure by my father since I was a child. From my birth to now, if Brother Bao had not married Brother Fang and Sister Fang, I would have been afraid that I would not have had this opportunity to speak yet?"

After saying this, Xiao Yun immediately understood that Zhang Yuluo was regarded as the pearl in his hand by Zhang Shixin since he was a child and was extremely favored, but this also restricted her freedom. From childhood to adulthood, it was not the palace maids who could talk to her, but the eunuchs were left. So suddenly a strange man came over and talked to him, which made her feel not angry, but excited and happy. Now she just wanted to talk to someone.

After figuring this out, Xiao Yun felt relieved, smiled and said, "I wonder what Miss Yuluo wants to say?"

Zhang Yuluo gave him a blank look, obviously feeling extremely satisfied that Xiao Yun could guess her thoughts. He smiled indifferently and said, "Mr. Xiao, along the way, I listened to you, recite poems and sang small songs, and I was so envious. Today, Yuluo is brave enough to ask her to recite poems and write poems for me?"

Xiao Yun said: "What's wrong with this? Tell me, what poem does Miss Yuluo want to listen to?"

Zhang Yuluo's pretty face turned red, and he glanced at Xiao Yun and said, "I knew, Mr. Xiao, you are a good person. If you don't dislike me, let's write a poem that the young master just responded to?"

Xiao Yun said: "How can this be done?"

Zhang Yuluo's face changed and he said, "Young Master, don't you?"

Xiao Yun smiled slightly and said, "Miss Yuluo misunderstood. It is rare that Miss Yuluo looks down on her. How dare she not agree? She just feels that she is so sorry for her pleading with a chanted poem to her. So I decided to recite a poem for her again, and write it specifically for her?"

"It's done specifically for me?" Zhang Yuluo's eyes lit up and he stared at Xiao Yun.

"Hmph, this is not a difficult task? Anyway, there are hundreds of poems from Nalan Rongruo. If you like to listen to them, it's nothing to sing one for you?" He muttered twice and said, "Of course, can I still lie to the girl?"

"Yuluo knows that the young master is a big shot of the word, how could he deceive me?" Zhang Yuluo seemed extremely happy.

Xiao Yun looked around the pavilion. It was late autumn. A hundred-year-old white tea plum around the attic was full of flowers and snow. It was tall and majestic, with a trace of longing flashing in his eyes, and he sighed and sang: "Three sleeps have not stopped, but it is the autumn season. A tree of setting sun is swallowing even more, and once left by the Baling. The fluff has already swept the leaves of the duckweed wind, and the sky is sad.

Don’t fold the long strip easily, Su Xiaohen, Qian said, “It’s all gone, and the guests traveling to Yezhangtai. The red board bridge is empty, and the skirt is splashing, and the morning breeze and the waning moon are still there.

This poem is one of the most famous poems by Nalan Rongruo. It is quite similar to what I just said about "Sweethearts in Changxiang". It is rare to be the artistic conception or loneliness and sadness in it, but it is somewhat similar to Zhang Yuluo's mood at this moment.

"A tree of setting sun cicadas swallowed even more, and once Wan Wan and Baling parted. The fluff has already swept the leaves for the breeze, and the sky is so sad-?" Zhang Yuluo seemed to have found a feeling, looked at the lake, and repeated in a daze, and after a while, "Young Master Xiao, is this poem really well written?"

Xiao Yun sweated secretly and said to himself: "After he is the number one talented man in the Qing Dynasty, it would be strange if this poem is not good? Isn't it more than poke a movie that fools you, a little girl?" Although I thought so in my heart, I said politely: "Miss Yuluo has been awarded, I have been awarded... I just chant casually, let Miss Yuluo have laughed."

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Chapter completed!