? Time flies, and the years fly by. Another day passed quickly, and a new day came again.
In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is just white, and everything is not mixed with the breath of animals. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a light ink painting. In the ink painting, there is a good-smelling fragrance of green grass. .
? The morning light slowly opened the curtain, and it was another colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness. Zhao Chen got up early, and was not affected by what happened last night at all. Instead of going out, he quietly meditated in his room, thinking about the information he got from Jia Xu last night.
He stayed in the house all the time, did not go out, did not contact outsiders, and avoided a storm.
His deeds have begun to ferment in Xinzheng City. Whether it is his previous deeds in other places, or the challenge to the Seven Star Sword Hall yesterday morning, or the poem he wrote in Zilanxuan, all of them have been widely seen in the streets and alleys. It kept spreading, and even the news that Ji Wuye sent someone to invite him last night did not know where it came from. There were people everywhere, and scholars kept talking about his deeds. Let everyone know him.
All those who heard about his reputation wanted to meet him and take a look at the legendary Qinglian Sword Immortal. Fortunately, Zhao Chen didn't go out, otherwise people would definitely be surrounded.
After all, his deeds are really inspiring and admirable. Regardless of his literary talent and martial arts, he is the pride of the world. It is really admirable to have done so many joyful things at such a young age.
Zhao Chen stayed in his room all the time, either closing his eyes to practice, or bowing his head in meditation, reading and comprehending the art of war from time to time, very leisurely.
Time passed quickly, and Zhao Chen didn't notice the passage of time at all during his enlightenment and cultivation. When he woke up from his own world, it was already late.
A round of bright moon hung high in the night sky in the sky, surrounded by sparse stars with shining stars. The night is like ink, and the moonlight is like water, bringing different colors to the dark night sky.
? Xinzheng City started a bustling and lively night market again, surrounded by bright lights, noisy, very lively.
Zhao Chen put down the book in his hand, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window, the breeze came, the Zen frogs croaked outside the window, the moonlight was bright, and there was a lot of noise around him, he also had the idea of ??going out.
Zhao Chen packed up his books, walked out of the room, and walked directly to Zilanxuan where he visited yesterday.
Soon Zhao Chen came to Zilanxuan outside Zilanxuan familiarly. Outside Zilanxuan, there was still a lot of traffic like yesterday, and there was an endless stream.
Zhao Chen stood at the door, and a woman in red saw Zhao Chen and immediately came up to him. Zhao Chen fixed his eyes and saw that this woman was obviously the one who entertained him, which made him feel very interesting.
"Mr. Li, you are here, please come in! Miss Zi Nu specially ordered to leave an Accord for you, please come with me!" The woman in red said to Zhao Chen charmingly as before.
"I would like to thank Miss Zi Nu for her kindness!"
Zhao Chen is not an ignorant person, since Zi Nu has already arranged for him, he didn't refuse, and agreed directly.
While Zhao Chen was talking with the woman in red, a carriage suddenly appeared outside the door. It was a gorgeous, exquisitely decorated, purple-toned, noble and majestic carriage. Quickly step aside and let the carriage pass smoothly.
This scene also made Zhao Chen a little curious, who had such a big air, and he was not in a hurry to leave, so he stood near the gate and watched it quietly.
The carriage soon stopped under everyone's gaze, and a handsome young man wearing a purple dress, a gorgeous brocade jacket, and a jasper waist, slowly stepped down from the carriage.
The moment he walked out, all the nearby guests, whether they were princes or nobles or other wealthy sons, bowed their heads to the young man in front of him and saluted: "I have met Mr. Han Fei!"
It turned out that this young man was Han Fei who had met Zhao Chen once, but he was right when he thought about it, Han Feigui was the ninth son of the King of Han, and he had a noble status, no matter who he was, he could not be rude to him, even though Han Fei was very popular in Xinzheng City. The reviews are not good, he likes to drink, and misses the land of Fengyue, but after all, his identity is there, whether you want to or not, you must abide by the rules and salute him.
Zhao Chen looked at this handsome, unrestrained young man in front of him. He was also very curious about him. Although Han Fei's identity in this world was different, their wisdom should be the same. He wanted to have a good communication with him. Let's see if he is the same as the historicalHow is this Han Fei different.
Just after Han Fei got out of the car, a plump and beautiful woman in blue clothes rushed up to meet her not far away. Han Fei waved lightly at the others, signaling them to be excused, while he walked forward. , slowly walked into Zilan Pavilion. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com