The morning bell of the Fairy Temple is ringing, the weather is still gloomy, and thousands of trees will shroud the huge Linguang Hall in layers of shadows.

Linguang Hall is planted with strange trees, there is a huge bluestone in the courtyard threshold, the hall master often lies on the bluestone, listens to the music from Songhan Hall, here is the only place in Changshan Palace that is full of music and has no state troubles. This is even more deviated from the Chongyang Palace, and Fan Guifei believes that the reason for the fall of the previous dynasty is the flattery of the singers, so there is no singing music in the residence of the noble concubine and the road that must be passed.

Fan Guifei is more power-hungry, but Yuan Lingjun is more happy. The struggle for power is the hill and valley of the political family, and it is also their tomb of life and death, drunk life and dream death is the pattern in Yuan Lingjun's chest, and it is also a necessary skill to deceive careerists.

When Yuan Lingjun first came to seal the country, he often mixed with Baling's Qiu Ma boys, playing the market, fighting cocks and horses, and later he was a little older, no longer limited to Baling, and went to a broader world, singing the world, making friends with chivalrous warriors, and living a comfortable life of feasting and jade food, and beauties snuggling their knees. So far, there are probably not many people who can compare with her.

When he was drunk, Wang Shi Zhen Chuanting's pale head and angry face gradually enlarged in front of him, and then, a bamboo board slammed on Yuan Lingjun's forehead, and the hot pain turned the dream into a nightmare.

Yuan Lingjun opened his eyes abruptly and touched his cold forehead. It's a nightmare again, but it's just a nightmare.

The chamberlain hurriedly came to announce: "Lord, the servants of the Wangshi's Mansion have entered the palace." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Lingjun sat up in surprise and kicked off the quilt, "Why is it the Wangshi Mansion again, and I am still going to go to the Lu Mansion to play Liubo...... What time is today? Is Master Wang going to check his homework? I haven't read much lately, why hasn't anyone reminded me? Yuan Lingjun got up in a panic and put on makeup, and asked Kunjiao calmly, "Did you say anything important?" ”

Kunjiao knelt at her feet and tidied up the corners of her skirt, "The lord forgot again, today is the day agreed between the lord and the king, and he will go to Hushan." ”

"I can't remember when I said yes." Yuan Ling couldn't believe it. Last night's rain didn't stop, Yuan Lingjun glanced out the window and shook his head more firmly, "No, no, I don't remember." ”

The spring rain is as moist as a crisp.

A huge picture of the green mountains of the Southern Dynasty slowly unfolds, on the picture, the rivers and mountains are meandering, the forests are lush, and at the foot of the gray mountain, a funny donkey carries the old man and walks leisurely.

This old man has big sleeves, gorgeous hair on his head, a high crown, gray temples, and a wisp of beard under his chin.

Zhen Chuanting glanced at Yuan Lingjun, who was forcibly taken out, and raised his sleeves to point to one of the peaks, "Look ahead, there are a lot of mountains and rocks, and the road must be slippery and steep." ”

Spring Mountain is drizzling, hiking up Hushan, isn't it a nightmare continuing. A donkey, two horses, and three gentlemen and ministers walked leisurely along the spring-filled path.

Yuan Lingjun squinted, pulled the reins slowly, yawned lazily for several times, and followed the 90,000 hands pressed the black sword not far behind him, his body was as hard as a stone, and he was always tense with a black face.

"Master Wang, how long will it take to arrive?" After using the herbivorous grass, and hurried to the Wangshi's mansion, the Yuan Ling at this time did not have the slightest strength.

Although the drizzle did not wet the clothes, the damp taste was still unbearable.

Zhen Chuanting turned a blind eye and walked forward.

Several people dismounted and dismounted at the mouth of a narrow mountain trail. Looks like they've arrived at their destination.

"The ministers come and carry the lord up." Jiuwan squatted in front of Yuan Lingjun, and the expression on his face still did not fluctuate.

It is a winding stone path that cannot be reached by cars and horses, so it can only be done on foot. Yuan Lingjun was about to lie down, but he stopped it in time, looked up at the top of the mountain, and decisively shook his head and refused. Over the years, she has thoroughly understood Zhen Chuanting's temperament, if she accepts the mention of 90,000 yuan, wouldn't it be in Zhen Chuanting's arms, and Zhen Chuanting will make a big fuss about this matter in the future, and she will be annoyed to death at that time.

"Leave her alone and let her come up on her own."

In the blink of an eye, Zhen Chuanting walked out of the distance, knocked the quinoa cane in his hand on the stone hard, and hummed: "Fourteen children are not as good as me, an old man who is over half a hundred years old, and I am afraid that I will laugh and be generous when I say it." Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, hurry up and keep up, if you get lost in the mountains, it will not be good for the big insects that are foraging for food to come out. ”

Yuan Lingjun waved his fist to show his dissatisfaction, about 90,000 shelters, how could the big cat get close. Yuan Lingjun strode forward, like a wandering poet who has climbed to the top to enjoy the scenery, looking at the early spring flowers from time to time, or breaking a freshly budding twig to play. However, how can there be such a resentful poet in the world, only halfway up the mountain, she is tired and sweaty.

"I'm so tired." She roared inwardly. Although she travels all over the world, heaven and earth are her home, she is also a pampered Jin maiden, and she has a carriage and horse to travel, how can she have walked such a long mountain road by herself.

After a while, his feet were also sore, and Yuan Lingjun howled in pain, "Master Wang, shouldn't your old man use this to exhaust the widow, so that a generation of faint monarchs can drive it justifiably." ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhen Chuanting sat down on the big stone, opened his shirt slightly, took a sweat towel and wiped it, while looking at the people below the mountain, urging: "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

Yuan Ling couldn't straighten his waist.

"I can't walk when I'm young, and it's even more useless to think about getting old. You know that eating, drinking, and having fun, not knowing moderation, not repenting, and the people scolding you, hating you, and insulting you, as it should be. ”

"I know it's wrong, Master Wang has mercy." Yuan Lingjun held his anger in his heart, and secretly pierced Zhen Chuanting's villain.

Is there a more aggrieved heroine in the world than her? Changshan Palace can't offend Fan Jiang, Lin'an City and the emperor's father have to be beaten against each other, and Zhen Chuanting, who can't beat her without moving, outside the palace.

Zhen Chuanting has no such thoughts, Yuan Lingjun is a stubborn stone, although the inferiority does not change, but the hardness has exceeded his imagination, if Yuan Lingjun does things impulsively, but the things he believes will not give up easily, a way can stick to the end, she can calm the anger that should be suffered, and she will violently counterattack the anger that should not be suffered, such a character makes people both happy and worried, but compared with the spring of the East Palace, she is really much better, at least, the old minister has never abandoned her, and she has never really left the old minister.

Ninety thousand picked leaves the size of a silver basin, and Yuan Ling buckled them on the top of his hair to cover the rain, and sang in his mouth:

Chang'an is sunny in the spring sky, and the green poplars are smoky and windy.

The flowers in front of the incense hall are red, and the hair color is embroidered in the house.

In the embroidered household, the phase passes.

Empress Feiyan dances lightly, and the Lady of the Purple Palace sings.

The Holy Monarch is 36,000 days, and he is happy every year.

"Master Wang, how is the song "Yangchun Song" sung by Lone?"

"What a song "Yangchun Song"." Zhen Chuanting stood up with a quinoa cane, "Which sentence does the lord like the most?" ”

"The Holy Monarch is thirty-six thousand days, and every year is he happy?"

Yuan Lingjun's gaze fell on the misty world. Spring is wet, the fog is everywhere, a group of big birds are flying from the sky, probably the yellow bird returning to the north, walking through the mist, sometimes hidden and sometimes appearing, wonderful.

"The reason why I asked you to walk up is because the teacher is a tempering for you...... On another matter, there was a layman living on the top of Hushan, and the real purpose of our trip was to visit him. Zhen Chuanting explained the reason for the trip.

The mountain rain stopped, and the three of them finally set foot on the peak of Hushan Mountain.

The green shade is dense, clear and lush, the fog fills the top of the mountain, and you can vaguely see that there are rivers and rivers spreading under the mountain, which is vast and open-minded. The origin of the name of Hushan is not because the shape of the mountain resembles a kettle, but because the magnificent river goes all the way south, like a copper kettle pouring out of water.

"A glance at the mountains and rivers is no match for my fingers." Yuan Lingjun stretched out his thumb and gestured, allowing 90,000 to see.

Ninety thousand did not say a word, nor did he come forward.

"It's too cold to be high, and tempting things are often too dangerous. Lady, you can also see strange scenery in a calm place, it is better to take a step back and look at the sea and sky. ”

Following the sound, on the mountain path where they came, a man came from the fog.

Yuan Lingjun sighed.

The man, who was about forty years old and wore a rough silk coat, took two steps, stopped beside the pine forest, and removed the bamboo basket behind him.

The hidden masters on the miscellaneous books will take two or three boys into the mountains to collect medicine, hanging pots to help the world, Yuan Lingjun has never seen the real masters, deeply curious, go to see, but see that there is no half of the herb in the bamboo basket, all are mushrooms of different colors.

"Please come to the grass house here, while the sky is still bright, everyone will rest for a while." The middle-aged man led the way and walked towards one place.

There was a simple grass house built here, they didn't even notice it, Yuan Lingjun looked around, and several tea sets were readily available.

"Brother Ma, it's been good lately." Zhen Chuanting resisted the middle-aged.

"The old man is separated from the rivers and seas, and he is separated by mountains and rivers several times. Decades after parting, the foolish brother is not as old as he was at the beginning, and he is dying. The middle-aged man returned the favor.

"I'm a lot older, Brother Ma doesn't have to."

The two 'old men' humbled each other, looked at each other and laughed. The two of them have been old friends for many years, and they can still talk about each other after decades of not seeing each other, which is really incomprehensible.

"Mingyu, what are you doing? Come and meet Mr. Mafang. ”

Yuan Lingjun seemed to be very interested in those mushrooms, and turned back to observe between the two of them talking, Zhen Chuanting saw her running around, and didn't take this trip seriously at all, frowned with a headache, and beckoned her to come over.

"Come on, don't be surprised, old man." Yuan Lingjun walked over with his sleeves flicked, stopped, looked at him strangely, and bowed his hand to the middle-aged man roughly, he had allowed himself to climb the mountain road for several hours, "You are Mr. Jushi who lives on the top of the mountain?" ”

"Living on the top of a mountain?! That's right, right down, is Ma Fang, a layman who lives on the top of the mountain. ”

Ma Fang laughed, his beard trembled, and there was an unpretentious fluttering style in his gestures.