Feng Luoli almost didn't sleep all night, the tragic death of his parents and the unknown whereabouts of his brother kept coming to mind, and Tuoba Jun's warm and humble face was mixed in it and hit the already complicated thoughts again and again.

Feng Luoli and his clothes lay on the bed where Tuoba Jun was originally resting, tossing and turning without sleep, until the window lattice was a little gray, and he simply put on his coat and put on a Jinlan cloak to get up on the bed, and walked to the bookcase to look at the poems he wrote yesterday over and over again.

"Falling glass!" Murong Baiyao, who was also sleepless all night, arrived at Qiwuyuan early in the morning, found Feng Luoli and walked out without saying a word.

"Bai Yao, where are you taking me?" Feng Luoli asked a little reluctantly, he was afraid that Murong Baiyao would send himself into the palace like this, perhaps because he was afraid that he would also become one of the women who sat alone in the deep palace every night.

Murong Baiyao stopped, but he didn't let go of Feng Luoli's hand, a soft smile rose on his handsome cheeks, "Take you to a place!" Not a royal palace. Murong Baiyao seemed to see through Feng Luoli's thoughts, and deliberately indicated that he was not entering the palace this time.

Feng Luoli relieved his mind at this time, but he felt that something was wrong, and his heart was empty, so he let Murong Baiyao pull him out of Qiwu Garden.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the General's Mansion, they saw a young man leading a brown horse waiting, Murong Baiyao took the lead in getting on the horse, and then pulled Feng Luoli on the horse's back, and the two rode away in the morning light.

In the early morning, Pingcheng was wrapped in a chilly air, Feng Luoli, who was sitting on a horse, couldn't help but tighten the cloak wrapped around his body, and saw the streets of Pingcheng in Beijing for the first time, in the fog of late autumn, and the silence was mixed with a little bleakness.

The small vendor on the street who bought breakfast was bubbling with a trace of heat, blurring the expression on everyone's face, Feng Luoli couldn't help but think of the day he was escorted to Pingcheng, where all kinds of people walked on the noisy streets, but when he saw him, he showed such an indifferent and accustomed expression

Just when Feng Luoli felt cold, Murong Baiyao behind him naturally tightened his arms, protected Feng Luoli in his arms, and gave Feng Luoli a little bit of the temperature on his body.

The warmth behind Feng Luoli's heart was shocked, and he slowly closed his eyes, in the dark secret room in those days, Tuoba Jun and himself were so dependent on each other, keeping each other warm. At that moment, the two people sitting side by side relied on each other

"It's here!" As the sound of the horse's hooves soothed, Murong Baiyao's warm voice sounded behind him again,

Feng Luoli slowly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but be fascinated by the scenery in front of him: a lake of turquoise and clear, without any waves, on both sides of which were half red, scattered with a little trees and bushes.

The morning glow caresses the surface of the lake with a little red, reflecting the mountains of intercolored plants, like another earthly realm, quiet and quiet.

"Luoli, come down!" Murong Baiyao, who had already jumped off the horse, stretched out his hand to Feng Luoli, who was sitting on his horse and immersed in this beautiful scenery, and said softly,

Feng Luoli handed his hand to Murong Baiyao's hand, turned over and dismounted, and couldn't help but praise: "There is such a scenery in the world!" ”

Murong Baiyao tied the horse, smiled, found the raft hidden in the water grass on the side of the lake, turned around and said with bright eyes: "Falling glass!" Let's go! Let's go to the mountains on the other side of the lake and maybe see some spring. ”

Feng Luoli looked at Murong Baiyao, who was standing on the raft like a man from outside the world, and a clear smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly stepped on the raft, and many worries gradually dissipated with the ripples of the bamboo raft.

"Is there really spring in this mountain?" Smelling the delicate atmosphere with the scenery of the lake and mountains, Feng Luoli suddenly felt enlightened, and couldn't help but be curious about the spring that Murong Baiyao said.

Murong Baiyao smiled mysteriously, "Will there be, you will know at a glance!" In short, the Zhong Lingyu show of this mountain will make your trip worthwhile! ”

Browsing the mountain scenery crossed by the bamboo raft, red, yellow and green, intertwined into the color of the bell spirit like colorful silk, coupled with the wisps of the morning glow, people can't help but feel like they are in a fairyland, leisurely and leisurely landscape.

"We're here!" Maybe it was half an hour, and Murong Baiyao stopped the bamboo raft to the place where the aquatic plants on the other side of the lake were abundant.

The two got off the bamboo raft one after another, and after stabilizing the bamboo raft, Murong Baiyao pointed to the narrow mountain road in front of him and said, "This road goes straight to the top of the mountain, and we can go up from here to watch the scenery all the way without spending unnecessary effort." ”

Feng Luoli looked at the somewhat tortuous path, thought of the unknown scenery on the road, and nodded happily.

Although the mountain road is a little narrow, it is not steep, and although it is not as smooth as the road, you will not feel out of breath or tired.

What's even more gratifying is that every time you walk a little bit, you will find that the trees are thicker, and the appearance on them gradually appears green, and they are no longer as withered and yellow as under the mountain. Occasionally, you can see more than one or two unknown small wildflowers, which is very delightful.

As the greenery grew stronger and the spring was quietly approaching, Feng Luoli's mood gradually became happy, and he walked much more briskly. Murong Baiyao was even more in a good mood, and constantly introduced the origin of each scenery to Feng Luoli along the way.

From time to time, there will be two lines of poetry, a little literary brilliance, Feng Luoli sometimes echoed, sometimes sneered, the two of them talked so occasionally, and they did not feel tired, and the mountain road for two hours did not rest for a moment to reach the top of the mountain.

"Let's go there and rest!" Murong Baiyao pointed to a simple hut in the shade of green trees and said,

"Okay!" Feng Luoli nodded, and the two walked towards the hut,

After a while, as I approached the hut, a large field of turquoise vegetables with fat leaves and white stems appeared in front of me, followed by a field of crimson leaf plants planted on one side of those vegetables, one red and one green in stark contrast.

"What is this?" Feng Luoli looked at these lovely plants, such a wide place didn't seem like someone had done it on purpose, but what were these, how could they just appear here?

Murong Baiyao didn't care, "I call the green calyx the green one, and the crimson one Luoying." ”

Call? It seems that Murong Baiyao is a frequent visitor here, so all this is understandable.

When you walk in, you realize that the building that looks like a hut is not a real hut, but rather a chic house with an observation pavilion attached to it. On one side is a large area of green calyx and fallen English, and on the other side is surrounded by a huge lake.

It is the late autumn season, but the lake is full of white and flawless white lotus, and it is an endless white lotus without variegation.

Feng Luoli was shocked again, she had never seen such a clean and flawless white lotus, and she was still so beautiful and stunning.

"Falling glass! Come and take a break, drink some tea, and I'll get some food! Murong Baiyao found the teapot and teacup from nowhere, poured a cup of tea that was still bubbling with a hint of white gas, handed it to Feng Luoli, and said with a comfortable mood,

Feng Luoli nodded, picked up the white porcelain teacup, but his eyes never left the holy and pure white lotus full of lakes. Just as the warmth of Zhongtian was gently sprinkled on the calm and beautiful lake, reflecting the white lotuses like fairies.

In this world, I am afraid that there is no brush that can paint a corner of this heaven-sent scene, how fortunate to be able to get a glimpse