After the five people bought tickets and entered Shenyuan, Wang Zhenjun, Ye Xiaoli, Yang Xiaodong naturally separated from Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin.

They would not be foolishly following behind and disturbing You Xing.

Seeing that the three people behind did not act as light bulbs, but went to play by themselves, Yang Qingyin had no worries. As soon as he entered the scenic area gate, he reached out to hold Luo Ziling's arm and pulled him forward.

In the garden, plum blossoms and wintersweet are blooming in great detail, and a refreshing fragrance comes to your nose.

"It seems that the plum blossoms in the north do not have the fragrance of the south, or does the plum blossoms in the Shenyuan have a special fragrance?" After sniffing hard for a few times, Luo Ziling smiled and said to Yang Qingyin: "This smell is so comfortable to smell. It's poor, but there is no snow. If you have the chance to step on the snow in Shenyuan to enjoy the plum blossoms, it will taste even better."

"You are from the south at heart, and Yuezhou is your hometown, so you must feel completely different." Yang Qingyin glanced at Luo Ziling, "This is a psychological effect. It's not that the plum blossoms here are more fragrant than the north."

"It's even more timid when you are close to home," Luo Ziling smiled happily. "Maybe it's really because this is my hometown, so it feels different."

"Use allusions randomly," Yang Qingyin hummed and said, "Song Zhiwen secretly returned to his hometown because he was exiled and had a feeling of being close to the hometown. You have not committed any crime, so you don't feel like being close to the hometown."

Luo Ziling said seriously: "I do feel this way. I am really a little nervous, especially when I think about going to my hometown, I don't know if the Luo family members will accept me, a descendant who has never set foot in the old house. What should I do if they don't recognize me, a child of the Luo family?"

"How is that possible? With your grandfather here, you don't need to worry about such things," Yang Qingyin turned his head to look at Luo Ziling and smiled happily, "I think your grandfather should have a lot of prestige in the clan. In addition, he is related to the Ling family, so he speaks more. You are his grandson and the grandson of the Ling family. Who dares not accept you? Who dares to underestimate you?"

"What he said makes sense," Luo Ziling nodded, "I believe my grandfather must be the best in the Luo family and has a strong say. However, he has been away from Yuezhou for so many years and has never come back in the middle. Maybe the other Luo family members will not take him seriously."

"It's possible," Yang Qingyin nodded, "But don't worry. If you two men appear together, who dares to underestimate you? Okay, don't let me sigh, but go and see where the two poems written by Lu You and Tang Wan are."

Yang Qingyin said, pulling Luo Ziling to speed up.

After walking through several corridors and walking through a pool, I suddenly saw the two famous Song lyrics written on the wall.

Although the Song Ci written on the wall was just written by later generations, the two of them still felt a little emotional when they read some introductions next to them.

"Red and crisp hands, yellow wine, spring-colored palace walls and willows all over the city..." Luo Ziling was reading what Lu You wrote.

Yang Qingyin silently recited the words that Tang Wan had been kind to him: "The world is weak, the human relationship is evil, and the rain sends the dusk and flowers are easy to fall..."

After chanting the whole poem, Yang Qingyin looked up at Luo Ziling: "Tang Wan is Lu You's original wife. The two are very loving, but Lu's mother cannot tolerate Tang Wan and forced Lu You to divorce his wife. Lu You's advice was fruitless, and in the end they could only obey the orders of his mother and were forced to divorce his wife. Ten years later, they met in Shenyuan again. Tang Wan treated Lu You with wine and food. Lu You was extremely sad and wrote the eternal noun "Red and crispy hands, yellow Teng wine, spring scenery of the city, willows" in the wall of the garden to express the longing and regret in his heart. Tang Wan was mixed with emotions after reading it, and she was accompanied by a poem. After that, Tang Wan was depressed and passed away quickly. Forty years later, Lu You visited Shenyuan again and wrote another poem: The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which was once a shocking geese. The dreams were broken and fragrance disappeared for forty years, and the plum blossoms in the garden were still not blowing the cotton..."

When she said this, Yang Qingyin's eyes were a little red. She stared at Luo Ziling in a daze: "If one day your mother forces you to marry another woman, will you surrender?"

Luo Ziling, who was immersed in his feelings, could not have expected Yang Qingyin to ask him like this, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Why do you say that?" After a while, Luo Ziling asked back.

Yang Qingyin did not answer, but smiled miserably and asked Luo Ziling again: "If there really was a day, would you write a poem or lyrics to me like Lu Fangweng?"

"You're thinking too much," Luo Ziling reached out and pinched Yang Qingyin's face, "We said that we will not let each other down. One day, I will marry you. After another eighty years, I will let our son and daughter carve our names in the same place."

Yang Qingyin was stunned for a moment before reacting and immediately became annoyed: "You actually cursed me to death?"

"It's already amazing to die until you're over 100 years old," Luo Ziling smiled happily. "Anyway, you will definitely be the wife of the Luo family in the future. Your name will appear in the Luo family's genealogy. After death, our children will add a 'Xianmother' in front of your name Yang Shi Qingyin, which is located on the left side of Luo Prince Ling's "Xiankao"."

Yang Qingyin was a little amused by Luo Ziling's words. She could not have imagined that Luo Ziling would say such unlucky words so lightly. She asked a little depressedly: "Are you thinking about what will happen a hundred years later?"

"A person dies..."

"Maybe as light as a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai?"

"What do you care about?" Luo Ziling glared at Yang Qingyin and blamed her for interrupting him, "Anyway, we will die one day. Before we die, you are my wife, and after we die, I will still be your husband. When we are alive, we will live together, and after we die, we will go to heaven or hell together. I have heard that the itinerary on the road to the underworld after death is very painful and lonely, and we must walk together."

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling in surprise: "Who did you hear? The road to the underworld is very painful and lonely?"

"Listen to the people who have saved their lives because of my treatment," Luo Ziling stopped his joking expression and said seriously: "They once entered a state of dying. When they woke up, they said they were pulled back by a huge force. Before they pulled them back, they felt that their souls were flying away from their bodies and walking alone with many people on a road without any scenery. Everyone was numb and just walked down, but they were very unwilling to accept it. It felt very painful and terrible, just like walking towards the abyss."

Speaking of this, Luo Ziling laughed again, "So, we have to walk that road together and stay with us forever."

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with laughter and cry, "You confession, I'm so scared."

“But it’s unique, right?”

"But there is no touching poem by Lu You and Tang Wan!"

“……”
Chapter completed!