Xiao Yiyi sent off King Yang Zhao of Jin and returned to the building. At this time, Luo Zhaoyun was already full and drunk. Seeing Yiren returning, she was about to get up and say goodbye.

"Now the gate of the house has been closed, and the streets of the city are curfew, and it is inconvenient to enter and exit. Mr. Luo shouldn't stay in Yiyi's mansion tonight."

Luo Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment. Although he had an official position and could not be affected by the curfew, the gate of the house was closed and it was still very troublesome to enter and exit at night. When he walked on the street, he could not help but talk. He thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bother the girl here tonight."

Xiao Yiyi smiled and said, "It should be that Yiyi will let you eat dinner. I have been delaying my time, so I naturally have to live here. There are several rooms in this building. I will just ask Xiuying to clean up one later."

Luo Zhaoyun nodded and sat down with Xiao Yiyi. Under the candlelight, the beauty's snow skin turned white and red, and beautiful and colorful.

Next, Xiao Yiyi reposted the words of King Yang Zhao of Jin just now, wanting to know Luo Zhaoyun’s thoughts.

"Don't worry, Mr. Luo, you will help me get out of the dilemma. I sincerely regard you as a friend. The intention of King Jin to recruit you depends entirely on your heart. Whether you are willing or how to reply, don't mind too much. I will deal with you and will not offend King Jin." Xiao Yiyi said.

Luo Zhaoyun had already become famous by the shadow of the tree and the name of a person. He had never thought that he had gone to the capital and had become famous. Some people began to notice him and wanted to win over and cultivate him and treat him as a member of the vortex of fighting for the throne.

However, Luo Zhaoyun knew very well that Yang Zhao was a person who did not live long and died of illness in the second year of Daye. It is hard to say whether he died of illness or was killed. In short, his life span was very short, and if he defected to him, he would have no future.

The entire Sui Dynasty had no future, and Luo Zhaoyun did not want to fall into the party struggle early.

"I'm not hiding it to my daughter. My Luo family has been involved in party disputes for several generations. My grandfather and father are all neutral camps. I dare not violate the family motto. In addition, I am not yet in my prime and my future is unknown. I don't want to involve myself too early and bind myself. It is an accident that I can achieve such achievements now. In the next few years, I want to devote myself to studying and practicing martial arts in the capital, but I don't plan to fight for the career of the officialdom. Therefore, no matter who recruits me, I have no intention of participating."

After hearing this, Xiao Yiyi nodded slightly and understood what he meant. In fact, she didn't want "Luo Cheng" to participate. After all, she was still young and was not suitable for party struggles in advance. The dangerous and silent battlefield was even more tragic than the frontier fight, and her family was destroyed and killed.

During the two years she came to the capital, she saw the mixed relationship between the aristocratic families. In addition to the eight top aristocratic families in the Sui Dynasty, there were many other first-class and second-rate aristocratic families. The entire Guanlong nobles involved hundreds of families, some of whom were branches of the same clan, and some were different clans. Due to marriage, promotion relationships, diner relationships, etc., they were invisibly involved, and it was difficult to filter out their true relationship.

It can be said that the power in the capital is complicated. If there is no background or force, it may be crushed and broken as soon as it jumps out.

Xiao Yiyi said: "I understand what Mr. Luo means. Don't worry, when the time is right, I will convey it to King Jin. However, King Jin is a good person and a wise man. Even if Mr. Luo does not intend to serve him, this person is still worthy of being a friend. If he sends someone to find you in the future, when he can communicate, it's okay to communicate."

Luo Zhaoyun nodded, this could be done.

"I won't talk about this anymore. Yiyi usually writes a lot of poems and essays. I want to ask Mr. Luo to give me some advice." Xiao Yiyi got up and entered Neixuan. After a moment, she took out some manuscripts and a booklet, which were the poems and lyrics she wrote over the past few years.

Luo Zhaoyun complained in his heart. Although he could recite some Tang and Song lyrics that were passed down from generation to generation, his literary level was really not high. Although in the past four years after traveling through time, under the teaching of the teacher, he also wrote some classic ancient books, Zuo Zhuan of the Spring and Autumn Period, and articles of various philosophers, he was not very interested, and he learned it in a hurry.

It can be imagined that next, Luo Zhaoyun was very troubled. He looked through the poems written by Xiao Yiyi, listened to the beauty explaining the profound meaning of her writing, and pretended to be an expert here.

Fortunately, although he has a low level of poetry writing, his appreciation level is still very strong. After all, he has more than a thousand years of vision and culture inheritance and exhibition, so his vision will naturally be higher. He can express some novel insights, which makes Xiao Yiyi amazed.

This poem exchange was discussed at night by candles. It was midnight before Luo Zhaoyun was able to escape and go to the next room to rest.

Xiao Yiyi obviously hadn't had enough fun, but in the middle of the night, it was difficult for a single man and a widow to spend the whole night.

When Luo Zhaoyun went to bed, she was still savoring the communication in the first half of the night. She felt very comfortable and relaxed, and had a smooth travel of thoughts. The other party's thinking was novel and unique, and full of wisdom. Her views on ancient and modern times, many things, and her career was rich and colorful, and her career was unique, which made Xiao Yiyi admire her very much.

"I wish I could have been a few years later and renew my fate..." Xiao Yiyi sighed softly, and even she couldn't figure out her mind.

………

The next morning, Luo Zhaoyun left Xiao Yiyi's Xiaozhu Mansion and returned to his residence.

Since he sent a letter from Beijing to Youzhou, when Ning Muhe received the letter, he would prepare to send people to Beijing with supplies. It would take at least one month. He calculated the day and it would not take until mid-September that people would come from Youzhou.

It seems that the Double Ninth Festival is only possible to celebrate it yourself and see how grand the prosperous era of the Sui Dynasty will be during the Renshou period?

In the next few days, Luo Zhaoyun went to Changlin Gate to work as a service, went back to Luo Mansion to visit his grandfather, and visited Gongsun Mansion alone. He had a chance to play for a while and had a small range of activities.

Now Luo Zhaoyun and Changsun Wuji have a better and better relationship. They are four years apart and can be very good at each other. After getting along, Changsun Wuji has increasingly felt Luo Zhaoyun's talent and insights, martial arts and riding skills, and are far away from him. He is convinced and begins to ask him seriously and become a good partner.

There is only one day left before the Double Ninth Festival. There are chrysanthemum potted plants on both sides of the main streets of Daxing City, with a golden color.

The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the city is decorated with yellow chrysanthemums, and the festive atmosphere is very strong.

This Double Ninth Festival was formed as early as the Warring States Period. Since the atmosphere of Double Ninth Festival has become increasingly strong, it has been widely chanted by literati and poets.

There was no Mid-Autumn Festival during the Sui Dynasty, so in autumn, the Double Ninth Festival is a grand festival.

In September, the sky is high and the air is cool, so many people in the city have to go out to enjoy the scenery, climb high and look into the distance, and also watch chrysanthemums, put dogwood everywhere, eat Double Ninth Festival cakes, drink chrysanthemum wine and other activities.

People believe that the ninth day of the ninth lunar month is also a bad day, with many disasters and difficulties, so people like to wear dogwood to ward off evil spirits and seek good luck during the Double Ninth Festival.

Quchifang is located in the southeast corner of Chang'an City, connected to a hibiscus pool on the edge of the city. There are very few residents here, and many mountain pavilions, buildings, gardens, scattered Taoist temples and Buddhist temples are built here by the court. It is a place with excellent scenery.

The Double Ninth Festival event was held here, and the stages were built many days in advance, including Cuju, polo, tea shop, chess club and other venues. Many vendors also came here to occupy land and sell goods, which was quite lively.
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