After Luo Zhaoyun saw Li Jing away, he returned to the upper floor. He did not go back to the house directly. He planned to stay here tonight because there was still a date at night.

Just before the banquet, he received a note from a maid, which read: See you at night, mist and rain!

There is no signature, but the beautiful handwriting on it is obviously Xiao Yiyi's trace.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled slightly, guessing that Xiao Jiaren was planning to date him, he was still a little happy. Although neither of them had broken through the window paper, they had each other in their hearts, and their relationship gradually increased. There were also cooperative relationships and various factors that made the friendship between the two a little more beautiful friends.

He stood in the building, leaning against the railings in front of the window, looking at the night view outside the window, the jade steps were cool, the moonlight was cold, and the lonely autumn was clear.

Luo Zhaoyun stood here, looking at the courtyard under the moonlight, with blue bricks and black tiles, rockery waterfalls, curved corridors and bamboos, ancient pavilions and stone screens, which had a very classical scenery.

Thinking that Li Jing was about to take Hongfu Nu away from Chang'an City and drifted around the world from now on, this is their life journey. Although it is hard, it has gained love and tempered the relationship between the two. If they are tired of being together all day long, it may not be the life of strange people like Hongfu Nu and Li Jing.

Will they meet the bearded guest? Then they form the Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust?

Luo Zhaoyun smiled slightly and ignored it. Everyone has their own life. He doesn't want to interfere too much. Just silently support and wish it is enough.

Waiting for the beauty to arrive, Luo Zhaoyun walked to the desk, spread out rice paper, pressed on the inkstone, and lifted the ink. After thinking about it, he began to write the word "Li Yu of the Late Tang Dynasty":

Silently climbing to the west building, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard of the clear autumn.

It is a sorrow of separation that cannot be cut, but it is a feeling of separation.

At this time, light footsteps were heard on the wooden staircase outside the door. Luo Zhaoyun was extremely smart and could hear the beauty's steps.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong!" A beautiful figure knocked outside the door.

"Come in!" Luo Zhaoyun greeted.

"Cruff--"The carved wooden door of the jujube was opened. Xiao Yiyi, wearing a green cloak, stepped into the room and closed the door casually. The close maid was placed in the room downstairs where she placed it.

"Zhaoyun!" Xiao Yiyi took off her cloak and showed her beautiful face. Her willow eyebrows were slender, her eyelashes were curved, her eyes were moist and vivid, her nose was delicate, her red lips and chin were full of the beauty of a classic ladies. Her facial features were so perfect and ingenious.

Taking off her cloak, she exposed a goose yellow long skirt. The ratio of the upper shirt and the skirt was very good, making her waist look tall and slender, and she was wearing a pair of embroidered crested shoes under her feet.

"Here you." Luo Zhaoyun put down and smiled at the beauty.

Xiao Yiyi nodded, and the moment she saw him, she couldn't move her eyes away.

Her fragrant body trembled slightly, and she walked over step by step like a lotus flower floating on the water.

"Congratulations to Zhaoyun, for returning from triumphantly, you know, in the capital, there are word of mouth news that you have defeated the enemy on the front line, and have become famous again."

Luo Zhaoyun shrugged and smiled: "It's all just a fame, it represents past experiences and will not help the future too much. In every battle, the situation changes rapidly. If you indulge in old fame, you will eventually lose your life!"

Xiao Yiyi couldn't imagine that he could see so indifferently, and was stunned. She suddenly realized that Luo Zhaoyun was more mature in terms of expression and body shape.

At this moment, he was like a tall and wise man, shedding the tenderness of a boy. It was very imaginative that why a fifteen-year-old boy would be so precocious?

Precocious maturity? This word appeared in Xiao Yiyi's mind, her cheeks were a little hot. I don't know if he was already mature?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yiyi felt a little embarrassed and secretly scolded herself for staying in the brothel for a long time and being used to joking with her personal maids. She was not as ignorant as the ladies of a family, and could not be a real lady anyway.

"I am really happy for you to see that you can return safely and have fame and achievements again. You will definitely become a famous general in the Sui Dynasty in the future!"

"I hope this is the case!" Luo Zhaoyun was calm and free, and he didn't care so much about fame, wealth and career, and seemed free and unrestrained.

The more he did this, the more he seemed to care about everything, Xiao Yiyi felt that his character and mind were unique, far from comparable to those rich children in the capital. In the past few months, many nobles, direct descendants and sideline children of royal relatives came to her to listen to the piano. At the banquet, they would inevitably brag a little. Those who know literature would write famous quotes throughout the ages and those who know martial arts would plan to gallop on the battlefield in the future and become a victorious general!

At first glance, it seems that he is quite ambitious and ambitious, but Xiao Yiyi almost hears calluses in her ears, because she is so eloquent that she can only express her feelings. On the contrary, there are too few people who really work hard to achieve it.

Xiao Yiyi thought of Luo Zhaoyun again. She had already written famous quotes at the age of fifteen. As a vanguard general, she was in the enemy's formation and continued to win. Such a young hero is much stronger than the rich children in the restaurant.

As a result, her vision has become higher. The arrogance she had in the past between princes and nobles seemed insignificant and too false, and far less joy than being with real people like Luo Zhaoyun.

"Are you writing poetry?" Xiao Yiyi couldn't help asking excitedly when she saw his desk and Mo Weigan's handwriting.

Luo Zhaoyun said guiltily: "That's right."

Xiao Yiyi walked over, picked up the rice paper, and recited it gently: "I went up the west building alone without words, the moon was like a hook..."

When she finished reading it, she sighed softly. This long and short word gave people a feeling of melancholy, which was very consistent with her mood.

"Zhaoyun, you missed the Double Ninth Festival this year, and the chrysanthemums are almost tuned. I hope you will return. I can't express my feelings for you. I don't know if I want to write another poem or lyrics with chrysanthemums, which can be considered as a way to make up for it. I'm concerned about you!" Xiao Yiyi said, his voice became thinner and weaker, his cheeks were slightly red, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Luo Zhaoyun thought about it and could also feel the beauty’s longing for him, and there was a special feeling. The relationship between the two was gradually getting better, and from friendship to the indescribable relationship, he nodded and said, “Yes, let me think!”

After a while, under the beauty's gaze and expectation, Luo Zhaoyunqi wrote another poem by Li Yu:

One mountain, two mountain. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the lovesickness maple leaf pills are elixirs.

The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are in lingering. The geese are flying high and the people are not returning, and the wind and moon are idle. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!