Chapter 7 Mo Shang Gongzi is like jade

There is a Tu'an temple on Tu'an Mountain, whether the mountain is evergreen because of the temple, or the temple is famous because of the mountain, it has been a long time, and there is no way to know. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

At the foot of the mountain, Yun bent down and held a handful of mountain spring water to wash his face. She gave the carriage to Liu Yun, and took this female guard named Banxia to walk two miles on foot, stopping and stopping, when she arrived here, she was already sweating profusely, Banxia reminded her, she knew that the makeup was spent, and there happened to be mountain spring water flowing through, so she simply washed her face, saving the fat powder and greasy, and sticking to her face uncomfortable.

The mountain spring water is cool and clean, compared to the small stone pond written by Liu Zongyuan, what is it? Sweet and thirst-quenching, what is it like the brewing spring of Ouyang Xiuyan's customized wine? The benevolent see the benevolent, and the knower sees the know.

It's like the backdoor dispute just now, for the same thing, the two have different positions, and their concerns are naturally different. Liu Yun cares that because he is innocently implicated, his interests are threatened, and he can't say that it is wrong for him to go; The cloud doesn't care, it's because the hole is like watching the fire, and it is the best policy to ignore it, and the heart is wide, and it can't be said wrong.

Zi said: People don't know and are not ashamed, aren't they also gentlemen?

"Banxia, do you know how to catch fish?" It is said that when the water is clear, there is no fish, but there is a fish swimming in the clear water here, and the porridge in the morning has been digested.

Banxia, who has always stood aside as a wooden man, heard her stomach scream before she spoke, just suspecting, a small fish cub, there is still meat after roasting?

"There is a stream behind Tu'an Temple, and there is fat fish." Banxia suggested out loud, and asked, "It's just that Miss still has the strength to go up the mountain?" ā€

What's wrong with being halfway up the mountain? At this time, Tu'an Temple has been transformed into a fragrant grilled fish in the eyes of the clouds, and no one can stop her from contributing to nature and maintaining the balance of the biological chain!

"Miss, slow down, that's Tu'an Temple, people from the Buddhist family are not allowed to kill." It was her Banxia who proposed it loudly, and it was her Banxia who opened her mouth to stop it.

"Just get out of the way of them, I'll be careful with fire." After Yun finished speaking, he ran halfway up the mountain in one go.

"That's not the point, eldest lady, being caught by the Master of Compassion, can the root of the ear be quiet?" Banxia added, but the man had already run away.

When the clouds run halfway up the mountain, they are already panting, this body is too weak, and they will have to exercise more in the future. After the breath stabilized, the surroundings were silent, only to faintly hear the murmuring of the water, looking for the sound through a peach forest, what came into view was the stream where the fat fish swam, she picked up the firewood on the ground, sharpened it on a stone, took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her cuffs, tied her trouser legs, and plopped into the water to tie the fish.

Different from the lively fishing behind Tu'an Temple, under a century-old Bodhi tree a little farther away, there is a peaceful, tranquil and quiet place, and there is no lack of silent competition and fighting.

Two outstanding young men in brocade clothes sat opposite each other, across the front of them was a pair of jade chessboard that was about to fall full, the red wax tears beside him were dry, and the incense burner was burned out, it seemed that the two were chess opponents, and it was difficult to separate, and they had been playing against each other from last night to dawn.

The young man in purple clothes, his face was embarrassed, there seemed to be sweat on his forehead, but he held a sunspot in his hand but did not fall into his hands, and he was sure to win or lose, thinking twice and thinking again.

And the man in white on the opposite side is very strange, it is not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the hottest August, but he is holding the brocade, his face is pale, bloodless, but he is still handsome, the stranger is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Finally, the sunspot fell, and the man in purple spoke: "Sir, I lost." ā€

The man in white smiled and explained for him: "Your Highness is humble, inspecting the northwest frontier, has already exhausted his physical strength, and rushed back all the way through thick and thin, and before he recupeserates, he burned incense to play a game. ā€

How could the purple-clothed man who was called His Royal Highness not know that this was a word of relief to him, that his skills were not as good as others, and he was willing to lose the gamble, and laughed loudly: "I got a carved bow in the northwest wilderness, and today I will use it to hunt beasts for Mr. Adjuvant medicine, I don't know what Mr. wants?" ā€

"Your Highness has been proficient in archery since he was a child, and he is the leader among the princes. It's just that Tu'an Temple is the land of Buddhism, how can it be for the sake of clarity, and the precepts are broken. It's just today, if you still have your life, you will come to the door to ask for it in the future, and then ask Your Highness to hold a bow and shoot hunting, so that you can feast your eyes on it. After the man in white finished speaking, he couldn't help but bend down and cough fiercely, and the dark-clothed guard who came from nowhere patted him on the back and smoothed him, and the white satin handkerchief he handed back turned red.

Seeing this, His Royal Highness the Purple Yi was all sorry and asked the guard: "Lu Ming, how did you take care of the four of you, why didn't Mr. get better?" ā€

Lu Ming, who was named, still had to pat his husband on the back, but he couldn't salute, and replied: "Sir, this disease has been repeated, and the decoction you eat is a symptom but not a cure, and the rainy day has been wet and cold for more than half a month, and Mr. is getting sicker." ā€

His Royal Highness the Purple Cloth has long heard of this gentleman's name, and he is like thunder, if he is really like a tiger with wings, he intends to attract his subordinates and conspire for a great cause. I heard that Mr. temporarily lived in Tu'an and made a special trip to seek talent, but he never thought that God was jealous of talents and the end of the hero. That's it, the matter of recruiting talents has its own providence in the dark, and it cannot be forced.

Just now, there were still black clouds, and His Royal Highness Ziyi, who was unhappy, thought about it, suddenly brightened, the sky was clear, and he smiled aloud again: "Pingshui meeting is fate, and I am fortunate to learn chess skills with Mr. Wenzhi's life, I am afraid that the gold and silver dung will stain Mr.'s noble body, only the medicine stone is the reward, and Mr. does not have to refuse." ā€

After speaking, he did not wait for the man to answer, took the carved bow, pulled it into a full moon, looked northwest, and shot the stag!

The place of the game is higher than the Tu'an Temple, and the view here is excellent, and His Royal Highness the Purple Cloth, who calls himself Wenzhi, took an arrow and took a bow, and within a few moments, he aimed at a three-year-old stag, and shot an arrow with a force on his arm.

"Haha, it's really good, and I like it. Today's farewell is for a better meeting next time. The promise of the text, with a good bow, if Mr. comes to Jinling, with this as a token, you can meet a wish of Mr. "His Royal Highness Ziyi has a long-term vision, step by step. Regardless of whether this gentleman can recover from his illness or not, he can leave a token and have more chips than other princes to dispel their impatience. So he put the bow in his bosom and straddled his horse, and walked away in a majestic manner.

It's just the back of him who is eager to leave, how can he have the slightest intention of running away?

The man in white looked at him until the dust had fallen and there was no trace, and then he twisted his eyebrows and ordered: "Go and see who this highness shot and wounded." ā€

As soon as the words fell, the Bodhi tree above his head seemed to shake, and it was not very obvious.

"Sir, why bother destroying this bow?" Lu Ming served a cup of ginseng tea, and persuaded the man in white who was interested in stroking the carved bow, and he heard the scream, and he must have been injured. It was His Royal Highness who made the shot, but it was his own husband who carried the black pot.

The man in white disagreed, and a smile appeared on his pale face. It's just that behind that smile, there is too much unspeakable bitterness, reminiscence, unwillingness but helplessness.

"Luming, everyone envies me, who knows money and power, in the end, it's just a piece of loess." The man in white hid the sorrow in his eyes, looked up at the sky, and continued: "Between the world and the world, if the white horse passes through the gap, it will be sudden. Now that I'm really leaving, I'm relieved, you look at the birds in the sky, I want to borrow a pair of wings from them, go to see Penglai, and come back soon. ā€

Lu Ming's hand to collect the chess pieces paused, and he regretted a little, he should have exchanged with Shuo Rat just now.

Inside the chess box with the lid closed, the chess pieces became powder.