Chapter 290: The Road Meets the Woodcutter

"Why are there so many colors on this surface of the water?" It's weird! ā€

Ji Ye and a few people came to Yang Yu and Wang Chong with elegant steps, with wide sleeves and fluttering clothes, and the figures of everyone were so clearly reflected on the water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"The Book of Water" records that the mountains and rivers of Shu are varied, the morning and evening are not similar, and the four seasons are different. It's the first time I've seen it for myself. Ruan Zong shook his head, unable to stop being amazed.

Looking at the amber water, Yang Yu couldn't help but squat down, the white and slightly plump little hands, gently, gently knocked on the water surface, the water surface was cold but soft, and in an instant, the water surface suddenly rippled, rippling around, this feeling was really wonderful.

Ruan Rong walked forward alone, through the mountains, I don't know what was in the distance, the snow white was bubbling with pointed heads, the fog over there was too big, and I could only see a rough shadow.

Ruan Rong's eyes widened in surprise, his eyes were always staring at that side, and he pulled Xiang Zhi at his side with both hands: "Brother Xiang, could it be Xuefeng?" ā€

Xiang Qi is old, his eyes are not as good as Ruan Rong, and he squints while brushing his gray beard: "What? ā€

Shan Yuan laughed loudly, and his long beard and beautiful hair floated in the wind: "It must be a snow peak!" ā€

Ruan Rong ran back with a smile, pulled up Yang Yu's sleeves, pointed to the sky and said, "There is a snow peak over there, let's go and have a look!" ā€

Snow Peak!

Yang Yu smiled and nodded, and pulled the arm of someone who didn't know who was beside him: "Let's go!" ā€

A group of people are reluctant to drive, just like a while running wildly, a while slow, between the mountains, forests and waters, everywhere beautiful scenery, everywhere wonders.

Qiu Yong said with a deep smile: "It is said that the eight sages of the bamboo forest are each sparse, true temperament, and natural, only today I know how rare the heart of a child is." ā€

Ji Ye smiled loudly and shook his arms in a chic manner: "This place is inaccessible, it is a place outside the world, Qiu Yongmo said it." ā€

Qiu Yong was not angry, but said: "Very good! ā€

Yang Yu was running wildly, the warm and cold wind blew on his cheeks, scraped over his ears, and the whistling sound of Hongda was not stopped, and suddenly, a feeling of being separated from the world hit.

She couldn't help but think of her previous life, the gloomy cave-like courtyard, those hypocritical and vicious smirks. Reborn in a lifetime, the freedom she gets is the most precious, right?

Whether it is the status of the royal family, the teacher of the students, or the feather guest, these fame give her a unique freedom.

She no longer has to care about other people's eyes and other people's comments. She just needs to be herself.

After realizing it, I realized that I was transcendent and extraordinary.

Yang Yu stood still, his eyes looking at the scenery around him, and every inch of his gaze was filled with deep affection. She knelt on the ground, holding the thin snow in both hands, and laughing in the air.

The snow fell on her shoulders, and she was not afraid.

She curled her delicate little tongue slightly, and blew out her breath slowly.

A sparse whistling sound spread throughout the four fields.

"When will Ah Yu howl?" Wang Chong felt strange and asked.

Qiu Yong sighed silently, and after half a sound, he suddenly heard a whistling sound from the mountain, high and low, echoing Yang Yu's whistling sound.

"The world is wide, and the girl's whistling is very beautiful!" ā€

A low, magnetic voice came from the mountains.

Yang Yu got up slowly and replied: "Lang Jun's music is gorgeous, and he is a high pole. ā€

"Hahaha! The man laughed loudly, and saw the woods squirm and move, and in the midst of the lush woods, a young man dressed in a short dozen flashed out.

He was dressed in a gray coarse linen robe, his chest was slightly open, his length was seven feet eight inches, his countenance was upright, his complexion was white and almost transparent, his face was angular, his hair was yellowish, he carried a neat bundle of firewood on his right shoulder, and a woodcutter in his left hand. A pair of eyes flashed with turquoise light, full of doubts, and was looking at Yang Yu with a smile.

"I don't know your Excellency's surname?" ā€

Yang Yu smiled, her shining eyes were amazingly bright, her skin was soft and delicate, and under the sun, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in pale golden light, and she smiled.

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Ayi. ā€

"My name is Ah Yu. ā€

Ayi was a little surprised by Yang Yu's composure, normal people would show disgust when they saw his appearance, even if they didn't scream in fright, but this girl accepted it so naturally?

"You're not afraid of me? ā€

"Why am I afraid of you?" Yang Yu felt strange instead.

Ayi smiled and shook his head: "The clan said that I gave birth to a pair of evil eyes, which will cause trouble. ā€

"So you live alone in the mountains? ā€

Ayi nodded, "Yes." ā€

Yang Yu smiled and turned his head to look at Qiu Yongdao: "Duke Qiu, I remember that it was recorded in the book that Emperor Gaozu was born with a vision of his arms over his knees, can there be such a thing?" ā€

"Yes. Qiu Yong replied in the affirmative.

Yang Yu nodded: "Ayi, do you hear me?" Strange people. ā€

Ayi smiled and nodded: "Ayu, goodbye." He turned, carried the firewood back up the hill and disappeared into the woods.

Yang Yu was a little lost, she wanted to say a few more words to this person.

Qiu Yong said in Yang Yu's ear in a low voice: "This person is a Xianbei person, you should not be too close." ā€

"The scourge of war does not reach the people. ā€

When the group arrived at the foot of the snow peak, the sky had already darkened, and Yang Yu was full of martial arts, but he did not feel tired.

The others were different, their tired faces were already red, sweat smudged through the clothes on the back of the front, and the cold wind blew the clothes even colder.

Yang Yu looked at them sideways, if the youngest Wang Chong and Ruan Rong were already tired and sweating, then the oldest Shanyuan's body had reached its limit, his legs trembled slightly, as if he was about to fall down after taking another step.

The sunset is red, accompanied by cirrus clouds, dyeing the sky red.

The snow peaks are sharp, blending with the scenery of the sky, admiring the natural beauty of heaven and earth, Yang Yu smiled and said: "Brothers, look, this is my fiefdom. ā€

Wang Chong smiled lowly, and beads of sweat spontaneously flowed down the side of his face: "I knew that the feng shui of Zhushan County was so beautiful, we should have come early." ā€

"I heard Yang Jin say, rice wine is abundant here, and there should be a lot of it in my Pavilion Princess Mansion, can you all drink it?" ā€

"Good! ā€

"Great goodness! ā€

The people pressed their steps and slowly returned to the car.

Yang Yu smiled with a sly look in his eyes.

The same is true for Qiu Yong.

"Jun is a celebrity, and the seven sages are also celebrities, but their behavior is different. ā€

Yang Yu was lying on the soft couch, and Qi Yan handed her a warm handkerchief, and poured two cups of warm tea soup that had been warm for a long time.

She wiped her face casually and said with a smile: "I, a scholar, know more about the world than they do. ā€

Back in the city, night had risen, and Yang Jin and Ah Duan were waiting in the house to reply.

Under the arrangement of the two, the Yang family temporarily rented four guest houses, and the wasteland in the southern suburbs could be reclaimed by the Yang family.

In the early morning of the next day, a green tent carriage slowly drove out of the palace of Princess Ting.

In the carriage, Yang Yu was sitting in a blue and white wide coat, she was lying on the couch, her eyebrows frowning slightly, and the pen and ink in her hand were written one stroke at a time. (To be continued.) )