All the members are good people, only the host is a pervert

Spring arrived, and Lin Ruan was leaving the capital. Before leaving, she received the emperor's order to enter the palace. In the imperial garden, the emperor personally summoned her. With a serious yet concerned look, he said, "This journey to Jiangnan is long. Doctor Hu has been taking care of you for a long time. I've ordered him to accompany you, and I've also given you twenty guards. Don't worry your uncle, Ruan'er."

Lin Ruan knew in her heart that although this seemed to be a move to protect her, it was actually because the emperor was worried about her.

She led Xie Yunze, An Lan, and Kong Zhu, and the group boarded the ship in a grand manner. In addition to the dozens of guards brought by the princess's mansion, there were also Doctor Hu and guards awarded by the emperor, a total of hundreds of people.

The boat slowly left the dock, following the current towards the Grand Canal. Lin Ruan felt a bit sleepy and bored in the cabin, so she decided to go up on deck to admire the scenery. This ancient and time-honored waterway, having weathered countless vicissitudes of time and witnessed countless historical changes, was like a living epic, carrying countless legendary stories.

Lin Ruan quietly gazed at the scenery along the riverbank, a wave of deep emotion welling up in her heart. She recalled her past life, when she had just entered university, an innocent and dreamy young girl. On her first trip to Hangzhou, she had taken a slow, green train, a bumpy and jarring journey that took several days to reach her destination. Yet, at that time, she felt neither tired nor impatient. Instead, she was filled with beautiful visions and boundless expectations for the future.

Now, the people are no longer the same people, and the scenery is no longer the same scenery.

Xie Yunze walked slowly to Lin Ruan's side. His eyes were as gentle as water. He followed her gaze and there was nothing special about it.

He couldn't help but feel puzzled, but he hesitated for a moment, fearing to disturb Lin Ruan. However, his concern for her ultimately overcame his inner concerns, and he spoke softly, "Princess, are you thinking about something? I wonder if I can tell you something."

Lin Ruan turned to look at him, a smile flashing in her eyes, and said, "I was thinking about a storybook I once heard in the northern border. It was rewritten based on a legend from the Xiongnu. It tells the story of an emperor of a certain dynasty who traveled south of the Yangtze River seven times through this canal."

Xie Yunze couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this. He shook his head, seeming to find the story a bit absurd. "Storybooks always exaggerate. No matter what dynasty it was, it was not easy for the emperor to leave the palace, so how could he easily rush to Jiangnan?"

Lin Ruan's lips curled up slightly, but she didn't answer the other party's question. Instead, she continued, "The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan described in those storybooks is like a colorful scroll, truly enchanting and fascinating - as if the people who wrote these stories had personally set foot in that Jiangnan water town. Otherwise, how could they have depicted this scenery so realistically and delicately? I remember there was a poem in it that talked about this canal..."

At this point, Lin Ruan paused for a moment, as if recalling the specific content of the poem. After a while, she finally recited softly:

"The south and north of the city are connected, and the waves have been flowing for a hundred years.

A message to the geese flying south and returning north: the river's beginning and end are your home. "

Xie Yunze savored it carefully, nodded with a smile, and said, "This poem is actually an ode. Although it is a bit straightforward, the idea is good. It shows that the person who wrote the storybook may not be outstanding in literary talent, but he is good at writing poetry."

Lin Ruan was a little surprised. The original poem was very well written, but unfortunately some words were not suitable to be spoken in this fictional era. He could only delete and modify it himself, which ended up lowering the other person's level.

"Then the prince consort wrote a poem about this canal?" Lin Ruan asked.

Xie Yunze stood on the deck and gazed into the distance for a while, then pondered for a while before saying, "The willows at the Grand Canal are green, and the long bridge stretches ten miles across is covered in green. Travelers should not ask about the past, for only the east wind seems like an old friend."

Lin Ruan smiled and nodded in agreement. Their eyes met, and they smiled in understanding. They stood quietly at the bow, enjoying the gentle breeze, as if time had stood still. After a while, they slowly turned and walked into the cabin together.