When Chen Ping and Song's carriage arrived outside the manor, it was not far from the time it was written on the post. Almost all the invited aristocratic tribes had arrived at the He family manor before them.

The higher the status, the finale comes. With the Chen Ping and Song clan's status in the aristocratic clan, their arrival time was just right.

The people from the He family learned the news as early as the Song family carriage was approaching the manor. The patriarch of the He family, He Jia's father, came to greet Song Ni in person, and the protagonist of this banquet, He Jia, helped his father to welcome the younger generation of the Song family.

There were not many people from the younger generation of the Song family, and they only rode four carriages in total.

Long before coming, He Jia had already met Li Zixu, Fu Jingchu and others. Now the only people she wanted to meet were Song Anping and Song Mingchu.

People in several other carriages successively lifted the curtains and got off the carriage. He Jia glanced over and saw that the gentlemen who got off the carriage were indeed outstanding in their appearance, but they were just ordinary and outstanding. The person she wanted to see had not yet appeared.

The curtain of the second carriage was closed suddenly moved and was slowly lifted from the inside. The first one that appeared in He Jia's sight was a red skirt.

The winter breeze floats, and the faint fragrance of the red plums comes to his nose with the breeze. The red plums on the hem of the man's skirt also tremble with the wind, as if the red plums blooming among the trees fell onto the hem of other people's skirts at some point, becoming a touch of embellishment.

What a delicate mind.

He Jia praised in her heart, and even more anticipated. She was already sure that the person in this carriage was Song Mingchu.

What kind of person was Song Mingchu?

He Jia has heard of the reputation of the Song and Ming dynasties in Luoyang, with both calligraphy and painting and unparalleled appearance. Such a person should be gentle or gorgeous...

The curtain of the car was completely lifted, and the unparalleled beautiful girl Jun noticed the attention of others, and her clear and soft eyes turned over and looked at He Jia.

Such a pair of eyes can be thorough and insightful to people's hearts.

The girl got off the carriage and stood among the snowy colors. The corners of her lips were bent lightly, and the glory of the world was instantly restrained.

Can such a person be summarized and described in a single word like gentleness and beauty?

No. He Jia said softly to herself in her heart that she overestimated herself. Chen Ping's best girl is far from being able to match her in the first time and learn related etiquette in just a few months.

He Jia stretched his eyebrows and eyes, and bowed to Heng Yu with a smile.

Heng Yu gave her a gift.

As early as He Jia's mind was changing, Heng Yu took the opportunity to look at He Jia a few more times, and naturally noticed that her pride was gradually becoming restrained.

Although such a person has not yet had any in-depth contact, Heng Yu has already confirmed that the other party is definitely not the one who can be at the mercy of the family, nor is it the one who has no considerations and has foolishly offered improved papermaking techniques.

After the two parties met, they tacitly looked away from each other. He Jia's eyes turned to others, but he did not find that the gentleman was far superior to others. Thinking of Song Anping's physical condition, He Jia knew it. He probably felt a little uncomfortable and did not come to attend the plum blossom viewing banquet.

Although I felt a little regretful, it was enough to see Song Mingchu.

He Rui stepped forward and led Song Ni and his wife to the chairman. The seats of these elders were all on the east side of Meilin. He Jiazhe led He's two other men to greet Heng Yu and others, and then led them around the courtyard and to the west side of Meilin where the young men and women gathered.

The red plum blossoms were like fire, blooming pretty on the branches. Fu Yi wore a thin cloak, took a pot of wine, and found a quiet place to go with Li Xuan to pour warm wine.

"Zixu thought what about that girl from He's family?" Fu Yi took two jade cups and went for him and Li Xuan.

Because Jiawei took the character and number, it was inconvenient to call it, so Fu Yi called it this way. Anyway, Li Xuan also knew who he was referring to.

Li Xuan is the most outstanding person in the younger generation of Li's family. He is named Zixu. He leans lazily on the railing. Unlike Fu Yi, who is dressed neatly and sits upright, Li Xuan's behavior is quite crazy and has always been careless.

After taking the wine glass handed over by Fu Yi, Li Xuan drank the glass of Chinese and Western Regions with a single drink. The empty cup was handed to Fu Yi again, and a smile was scattered, "Fill it again."

Familiar with his friend's temperament, Fu Yi smiled and shook his head, picked up the wine pot and filled it with him.

Only then did Li Xuan express his comments to He Jia with satisfaction, "The merits of affordable paper will be passed down from generation to generation. He is not inferior to you and me. He is somewhat similar to his cousin Yu'er's temperament, but the details are not as good as Yu'er's cousin."

After saying his evaluation, Li Xuan picked up the wine glass and no longer drank like he had just now. Instead, he took a sip and asked with a smile: "What's the comment for Brother Jingchu?"

Fu Yi took a sip of warm wine and was about to speak, Yu Guang suddenly noticed the red dress blooming in the snow. He subconsciously looked at that place. When he saw the winding figure clearly, his heart instantly jumped a few beats.

It is lush and beautiful, and all the good things are ready. It is prosperous and beautiful, and it is difficult to measure.

For some reason, this line in "The Goddess Fu" suddenly jumped into Fu Yi's heart. Only when he was as graceful as the Song and Mingchu are now can he be able to deserve the word "The Goddess".

Such beauty is extremely aggressive, like a ball of fire burning between heaven and earth, blooming its charming spirit.

Everyone can be moved by such beauty.

Li Xuan noticed his friend's disobedience, turned around slowly and looked at his gaze. He was stunned at first, then came back to his senses and glanced at Fu Yi with a smile, and stood up, "With a beauty coming, Brother Jingchu, why don't you go to greet me?"

Fu Yi had returned to his normal state. He just smiled when he heard this and did not care about Li Xuan's jokes.

Along the way, many other aristocratic men came forward to show their respect. Heng Yu took off his body after a few words, stepped up to the three steps, walked to Li Xuan and the others, and greeted them.

"It seems that Anping has not come." Li Xuan saw Heng Yu but did not see Song Xuan, and said with a chuckle, "The plum blossoms in He's manor are famous, but they have never been open to the public. It is rare to open a banquet today, but Anping did not enjoy such a beautiful scenery, which is really a pity."

Heng Yu and the two walked to the pavilion and sat down. Someone had already brought her a jade cup. When he heard Li Xuan's words, Heng Yu turned his head to look at the beautiful red plum scenery. "The flowers are similar every year, I missed today, I'll be fine if I come back in the future."

The flowers are similar every year. Fu Yi thought about it in his heart and felt that this sentence was really simple and incisive.

Li Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "This manor, Langze, is not open to the public."

"If I talk to the girl He family, it would be easy." Whether it was her or Song Xuan's identity, it was destined that this was not a difficult thing. Langze and He family would naturally give them face.

But Fu Yi misunderstood the meaning of Heng Yu's words and asked curiously: "Did you know that girl from Mingchu?"

"God has been intimate for a long time."

Li Xuan laughed, "Brother Fu and I were just evaluating the girl, and Xuan suddenly became curious about Mingchu's comments."

Heng Yu picked up the wine glass, drank it all, wiped the corners of his lips, and said simply and simply: "A person with temperament." He was also a person who came and left casually.

After revealing the conversation, the three of them chatted while drinking warm wine. After two pots of drink, Heng Yu was about to get up and walk around other places. Suddenly, he heard loud shouts coming from not far away.

Although he didn't know what happened, Li Xuan liked to join in the fun and called Heng Yu and Fu Yi to watch.

There is a sword dance in the Red Plum Formation. The sword dance is very ornamental, but every move is also full of majesty. It is not just a sword move that is just about viewing but not practical.

A man clenched the sword in his hand, stepped forward and took several moves of He Jia, and retreated; then another man came forward and still lost.

Song Fang was already holding an unbladed sword in his hand and was about to go forward and play a few moves with He Jia. However, he saw Heng Yu and Li Xuan and Fu Yi walked over, and he was not in a hurry to go on stage, but walked around Heng Yu's side by around the crowd.

Seeing that Heng Yu was also looking at He Jia who was fighting with others with interest, Song Fang couldn't help but ask, "Yu'er thought what the girl's sword moves?"

"It seems complicated, but in fact, most of the colorful sword moves are just appearances that confuse the enemy, and the real attack to defeat the enemy is also hidden in these sword moves."

Just knowing such a sword move, what is the heel of this time traveler?

It seems that the other party is not the time traveler she thought came from later generations.

If it weren't for the current Chuangu, was it the Gu Chuangu? Looking at such a dangerous sword move, it felt like killing enemies on the battlefield. Could it be that this time traveler was born in a family of military generals?

"Give me a cousin's sword to use." The Langjun who was facing He Jia was defeated and retreated again. Heng Yu snatched the sword from Song Fang's hand, and took a few steps forward, and suddenly stabbed it out with a sword. He Jia, who was originally dancing with a tight sword, suddenly took a step back for some reason.

He Jia was shocked, but her face was still stable. She calmed down a little, stood firm again, waved the sword in her hand, and attacked forward with the sword moves. Heng Yu on the opposite side still stabbed a sword.

To the viewer, this sword seemed to be as simple as possible, but only He Jia knew how threat this sword was to her. If she did not avoid it, this sword would destroy the rhythm of her attack later.

The rhythm is chaotic and the defeat is decided.

So He Jia chose to take a step back again.

He Jia is sure of this. If the first sword can be said to be a coincidence, the appearance of the second sword is enough to show that Song Mingchu has completely seen through her sword moves.

The sword moves are complicated, not because He Jia pursues gorgeousness, but because she cannot condense the cumbersome sword moves into the most fatal blow, and can only settle for the second best to hide the killer moves among all the cumbersome sword moves. When a sword stabbed, such a simple sword move is enough to show one thing, that is, the girl on the opposite side has reached the state of simplifying the complexity.

It seems that it is just a sword, but this sword contains many changes in sword moves.

In terms of realm understanding, the two were so different. After taking a step back, He Jia did not step forward again, but stood quietly in place with a thin sword.

Heng Yu waited for her for a few breaths before asking, "Girl, do you want to come again?"

He Jia was also very casual and slapped the thin sword in his hand to his waist. The thin sword bent and wrapped around his waist, and was buckled by a thin button. The thin sword was like a silver belt on a dress.

After rectifying his hair that was blown away, He Jia admitted defeat calmly, "Jia cannot defeat the girl. In the past, she only knew that the girl was both outstanding in calligraphy and painting, but she did not know that the girl was also so outstanding in martial arts."

"The girl is too proud."

The two of them were modest, and Heng Yu stepped back and handed the sword in their hands back to Song Fang. He Jia did not continue to fight with others, but was surrounded by a maid and went down to change into her dress. There was still a place to show her face later.

Heng Yu and Song Fang stayed for a while, and were a little bored, so they thought of walking deep into the plum forest.

The red plums in the deep forest bloomed even more enthusiastically without anyone watching. Hengyu walked along the way, and rose up and broke the red plum branches, holding them in his hands to play with them.

In this plum forest where even the sound of shoes stepping on the snow would be infinitely amplified, the quiet sound of flute floated into my ears and was captured very clearly.

Heng Yu was a little excited and simply walked along the sound of the piano. He slowly saw a shallow stream. He walked along the stream that had not frozen and had only a small stream. A handsome and elegant figure caught his eye with a purple flute in his hand.

The sound of the flute stopped. The husband, who was lazily leaning against the plum tree and playing the flute, raised his slender right hand, slowly took off the cloak felt hat on his head, revealing a familiar face.

Fu Yi turned the purple flute in his hand, and still maintained that lazy, unlike his previous posture. His hair, which was originally well-tied, was a little messy and scattered on his shoulders, which added to the charm. "During the Ming Dynasty, did you also come to this Meilin view?"

Heng Yu walked closer and saw that Fu Yi's fair face had a few drunken blush on his fair face. After getting drunk, he took off his restraint and reserved, and showed a bit of arrogance.

"Walk around casually, and when you hear the sound of the flute, you will follow the sound of the flute." Heng Yu explained seriously.

Fu Yi thought about it and then straightened out Heng Yu's words. He explained: "Li Zixu changed my wine to a higher-grade spirit, so I came here to enjoy the air and sober up."

“Does it feel much better now?”

Fu Yi nodded, "I've been much more awake."

"Then go back, it's cold today, and the wind will catch a cold if it blows for a long time."

"Together?"

"Okay." Heng Yu responded and walked forward first. Fu Yi walked by her side not far or near, and the somewhat confused aftertaste kept falling on Heng Yu.

The two walked silently for a while, Heng Yu suddenly spoke and asked, "What are Brother Jingchu thinking?"

When someone pointed at him in person, Fu Yi was still calm. He did not hide it and chuckled: "Yi is thinking about which path would he choose in the Mingchu?"

"What do Brother Jingchu have?"

"Now there is no woman in the court. If Mingchu wants to show off his skills, he can only focus on the army." Fu Yi analyzed Hengyu and Song Ni's plans in an understatement, "If Yi is good, Mingchu wants... Ning Weijun?"

When talking about Ning Weijun, Fu Yi frowned slightly.

"Yes." Heng Yu was calm.

Fu Yi is a smart person. It is meaningless to hide something he has seen through in front of smart people.
Chapter completed!