Miss Qingyue listened to Luo Zhaoyun's poems and essays and felt the talent of young heroes. She had a kind of literati who had many knowledge and insights. However, he was not pedantic and Confucian, and was good at martial arts and leading the army. She did not speak as old-fashioned as contemporary literati, and was literary and art-like.

These fresh feelings made Qingyue feel a little fresh. This is the time after she saw countless people, she felt this way, a brand new man, a unique boy!

"No wonder Xiao Yiyi was fascinated and couldn't get into Luo Zhaoyun's restaurant and even secretly went to his mansion to spend the night?"

Qingyue tried her best to remain calm and not be fascinated by the young little man in front of her and lose her camp bottom line, because she knew that once she couldn't get entangled with the other party, it would be a very troublesome thing. Either the other party turned to her camp or herself... would betray the Jiangdong League organization.

"Please go into the building for a brief discussion." Qingyue asked him to enter the second floor of the boat building, an exquisite and elegant house without losing its luxury.

The two talked about everything. Qingyue was originally a talented courtesan in the capital, a socialite, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was very familiar with major and minor affairs in the court, factional confrontations between officials, etc. If she wanted to communicate with people, the topic would be endless, and the atmosphere was once very harmonious and pleasant.

Although Luo Zhaoyun had little experience in ancient times and had not understood much common sense enough, his thoughts over the past thousand years made his thoughts more active. He learned from problems and often expressed his views more profound than the points that Qingyue thought he could see through. This made the beauty's eyes lit up frequently and her enlightenment flash, as if her eyes were farther away from her.

At noon, the two of them had a meal in Yamana, and a pair of twin maids came in to serve the food and were then sent out.

After the maid left the room and walked in the cabin corridor, Zhiyun whispered: "This young master Luo is quite handsome, not very old, and is a versatile talent in civil and military affairs. He is indeed adorable. Seeing that he had a great time talking to our little lady, it is probably difficult to escape from the little lady's palm and bewitched by her!"

Zhitong looked strange and said quietly: "What I am worried about is that our little lady should not be fascinated by the other party. If she likes him, it will be difficult to get a job with the leader in the future."

"What? Are you saying that the little lady will be fascinated by that boy? How is this possible?" Zhiyun shook her head and didn't believe it. She was confident in Qingyue's charm, because in recent years, the capital has been full of beauty and youthful beauty, and no one can resist the charm. How many nobles are eager to be favored by Qingyue but cannot.

"I'm just worried, otherwise Xiao Yiyi wouldn't be so abnormal. Women like them are extremely talented, beautiful, weird and have many strange ideas, and sentimentality. They are not just looking at wealth and power. Once they meet a man who makes them fall in love with, they are all-round and talented in civil and military affairs, they will probably want nothing and will pounce on him. This Luo Zhaoyun looks very much like that kind of man!"

"But he was fifteen years old, just after the hunchback, and he was twenty years old, and he was still several years away."

Zhitong said: "What's the matter? Although according to the Zhou rituals, men can marry when they are young and women can marry when they are young, but women can marry when they are young. However, the Han Dynasty did not abide by it. Over the past few hundred years, Hu and Han have mixed together. Although some dynasties advocated the restoration of Zhou rituals, they were only formal. Our Great Sui Dynasty's Kaihuang Law mentioned that men can get married after the 15-year-old rituals, and women can get married after they are old."

Zhiyun smiled and said, "Oh, I can't tell that you have learned a lot of knowledge from the young lady in the past few years."

"Of course, you only work hard on your skills and dance. My friends are not as good as you, so you have to learn more in one side. We sisters complement each other and can improve with the little lady." Zhitong replied.

Zhiyun said again: "However, the young men and daughters of wealthy families are not in a hurry to marry early. Except for some political marriages and strengthening relationships, they will let their children get married very early. Other aristocratic families often choose. If there is no suitable one, they will not let their children get married too early. Many aristocratic families have freed up their positions as their wife and waited for suitable candidates for the family. Therefore, they will be a little older. After the twentieth grade and have not yet married, they are used to it."

Zhitong sighed: "Our little lady just passed the age of a broken melon last year and is two years older than Luo Zhaoyun. I hope the little lady will wake up and not be moved by this kid."

The two women whispered, and when they left the corridor, it was obvious that the emperor was not anxious about the eunuchs, the lady was not anxious about the maids, and they were worried about it.

Qingyue and Luo Zhaoyun had a long lunch, had a very happy chat, and drank some wine. Qingyue played the flute, played the piano, sang and danced, and only asked him, on the premise that he invited Luo Zhaoyun to ink.

Luo Zhaoyun was not stingy, and gave two more poems to deal with this beautiful date.

As dusk approached, Luo Zhaoyun left the boat, took a step forward, rode his horse back to the capital. In order to cover up, Qingyue and others walked for a while and distanced him.

Qingyue looked at Luo Zhaoyun's tall body and rode her horse away. She felt mixed emotions and felt that she would regret meeting too late.

She seemed to understand why Xiao Yiyi often couldn't bear it and went to Luo Zhaoyun's mansion and Yanyu Building.

It was late autumn and night came early. When Luo Zhaoyun rode his horse slowly and came to the neighborhood.

The autumn wind was blowing, and there was no one in the alley. There was a curfew in the capital. Passers-by had already rushed back to their yard area and could not walk around.

Suddenly, Luo Zhaoyun stopped the horse because he felt a murderous aura.

The murderous aura loomed at him. This was the spiritual energy and spirit of his entire body improved after he entered Huajin. In the dark, there was a premonition of danger. Before the autumn wind moved, the cicadas were awakened. This was the perception that only those with extremely talented people among Huajin warriors can have.

This is one of the paths to Anrenfang District where he is located. The fang road is very wide, with weeping willows, sycamore trees and other rows on both sides. Behind the rows are drainage ditches and tall walls.

The murderous intent that Luo Zhaoyun felt was that it was spread from the trunks and walls of trees, and there were even trees with shadows in the shadow corners where someone hid.

"Swoosh!"

Several cold arrows were shot out, and Luo Zhaoyun didn't know how many enemies he had, so he had an idea and pretended to be injured and fell off the horse, covering his arm.

"I'm hit, go out and kill him!" Someone shouted, and dozens of gray-clothed warriors rushed out from the lush leaves on the top of the tree, the walls, and the corners of the shadows of the tree. They held a horizontal sword in their hands, and the cold light flashed, gathered and killed each other.

Luo Zhaoyun's eyes were very cold, revealing murderous intent, and had already drawn a sharp horizontal sword from the saddle. This was a treasure sword, which was the last royal reward. There was no chance to kill the enemy, but this time it came in handy. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!