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Chapter 303: Millions of miles of smoke and clouds

Yanjing is the territory of the eunuch, and if Zhao Huchen wants to go, he must not be unprepared if he goes with rouge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When he got up early the next morning, Zhao Huchen asked Mohe to pack up and go to Yanjing with him, it is not a bad thing to make a little more preparations on his eunuch's home field, in fact, Yang Ting knew that Zhao Huchen was going to Yanjing, although he was a little surprised, but he did not stop him, but he said that he wanted to let the bodyguards around him go with him, Zhao Huchen knew who the so-called bodyguards were referring to, that is, the man who had a few sides before, Zhao Huchen said no, as long as Mohe was not crazy, there would be no big problem, When Yang Ting heard this, he no longer insisted and hurriedly went out.

Yang Caiwei was going to school in the morning, so she didn't come to see her off, so she gave Zhao Huchen a number of Shang Renwu, and Han Shushu didn't know when Zhao Huchen was going to Yanjing, although he didn't come, he also gave him a number, it was the woman named Liu Hui, in fact, Zhao Huchen had the contact information of these two people, but he didn't say it, and smiled.

Booked a train ticket, when Zhao Huchen arrived at the train station, he found that not only Mohe was there, but even the earth dog came in a big bag, the earth dog was obviously a little trembling, after all, Zhao Huchen didn't open his mouth He came, afraid of being Zhao Huchen's white eyes, but unexpectedly Zhao Huchen didn't drive him but took the initiative to let him salute, this is not a big signal to let the earth dog breathe a sigh of relief, this fart is not wrong.

Coupled with rouge, a group of four people got on the train, no one saw them off and no one greeted them, which was very low-key.

When I arrived in Yanjing, it was already afternoon, and it was still sunny when I set off from Mingzhu in the morning, and when I arrived in Yanjing, it was pouring rain, and the sky was gloomy and dark.

Thousands of years after thousands of years, ups and downs. The first impression of such a city contaminated with the smoke and rain of the Six Dynasties to Zhao Huchen is water vapor, rich water vapor, majestic and gentle, and there is only such a city that carries too much history to blend these two words so purely.

Standing outside the train station in Yanjing, Rouge, who blinked his eyes all the way and didn't speak, suddenly said that he wanted to go to Qingliang Mountain, that is, the stone town that was familiar to the locals but not famous in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Huchen looked at the heavy rain outside the train station, and did not object, so Mohe and Zhang Rongkun took a salute and went to find a good hotel to open a room, and he got into the taxi with Rouge.

The driver was obviously a talkative person, a native of Yanjing, and when he heard that Zhao Huchen was going to Qingliangshan, he smiled and said, "The young man is from out of town, right?" Come to Yanjing to play or visit relatives and friends? ”

"Let's have fun, walk around and have a look." Zhao Huchen smiled, gently stroked his arms, and stared at the dim world outside the window where the rain curtain hung down the sky.

"I guess so. However, it is rare to go to Qingliang Mountain after such heavy rain. The middle-aged man laughed.

"I've heard that when you go to a scenic spot when it's sunny, you may not be able to see a great view, but sometimes it's more interesting when it rains or snows. At least there are a lot fewer tourists. Zhao Huchen said casually, glanced at the driver, a very ordinary man, with a face that has been dragged too much by the vicissitudes of life, and also has a stubborn spirit tossed out because of the market.

"That's right, I'm a native of Yanjing, it's hard to say other places, just a few familiar places in Yanjing I usually go to see what the way to see, such as Confucius Temple, Mochou Lake, Linggu Temple, these places have to pick a good day to go, this good day is to be like you said about rainy and snowy days, not that I boast, I still have some experience and said in Yanjing for so many years, these attractions in Yanjing, just like this city, can't give people too majestic feeling, It's just a bunch of things that are very much said to be crowded together, the small jasper, the eyes are full of dense ancient forest roads, there are more people, there is no ethereal, it is better to have fewer people, quiet. The middle-aged man laughed, with a strong Yanjing accent, and a loud voice, the man in the south actually had a bit of the roughness of the northern man.

All the way to Qingliang Temple, Zhao Huchen paid to get out of the car with Rouge, the driver is very good at being a person, and deliberately found a stop at the door of a small shop in Qingliang Temple, Zhao Huchen got out of the car and got into the small shop with Rouge, and then watched the taxi melt into the traffic and left.

Most of the small shops around the scenic spot are not the same, such as the one where Zhao Huchen is located, the boss obviously has some business acumen, and there are some paper umbrellas in this storefront, which is the kind of paper umbrella that is very delicate and ancient, Zhao Huchen bought one, and went to Qingliang Mountain alone with rouge.

This stone city, when Wuhou Zhuge Liang called Yanjing Zhongfu Longpan, the stone tiger is located, and Qingliang Mountain is the last four words in the eight words, the stone city, the tiger is in the stone city.

It's just that the majestic wind at the beginning can't withstand the changes of the years, and later the Yangtze River was diverted and migrated, and the stone town that stood on the mountain and watched over it had lost the momentum of the original Linjiang defense, and completely reduced to a scenic spot trampled by the laity.

Qingliang Mountain, holding a paper umbrella in his hand, the outside is heavy rain, holding an exceptionally quiet rouge in his arms, this small umbrella has opened up a small world, where the paper umbrella goes, where there is no raindrops on the limestone slab, there is a small world of quiet and easy.

The ancient trees on both sides are towering, there is no very majestic and mighty uncle, the trees are crookedly telling countless similar stories of days and nights, there is grass under the woods, all kinds of grasses, which insects are hidden in it, which family's joys and sorrows are hidden are a secret and untold story.

The mountain is not high, but as the uncle said, crowded, full of eyes are ancient forest roads, a winding path is a stone slab inclined upward, vaguely can see a corner of the pavilion on the mountain, the antique is full of charm, the color is gray, and the stone slabs on the ground, the surrounding green trees also echo each other, very leisurely and elegant.

Holding the rouge and climbing the stairs, such a weather is not such a not-so-prominent attraction is destined to be nobody, maybe the presidential palace, Confucius Temple can still see some popularity, but this side is cold and deserted, a little more depressed and a little less noisy.

The sound of rain was ticking along the way, and I saw the picture of two people warmly hugging each other up the stairs under this big sky, and God was very considerate to make the rain a little smaller, and it was still falling, but it was not so frightening.

Rouge sat in the crook of Zhao Huchen's arm, and the little girl changed into a pair of small embroidered shoes bought at the bottom of the mountain, which looked exquisite, and also fit her outfit, and more importantly, lined with the temperament of a child, full of aura.

These shoes are not cheap, but Rouge likes them, and the value is nothing in Zhao Huchen's eyes.

Rouge stretched out her small white palm to the outside of the umbrella, and the raindrops fell between her snow-white palms, which were cool and cool, and Rouge giggled and spread far away in the distant mountains.

The mountain is a leaf-sweeping building, different from the cold on the mountainside, there are people on the leaf-sweeping building, but there are not a few tourists, some are trapped before the rain, most of them are the staff in the leaf-sweeping building, oh, there is a restaurant in the leaf-sweeping building, you can eat somen noodles.

Zhao Huchen asked for two bowls of somen noodles, one large and one small, sat down in the best position of the scenery of the sweeping leaf building, and looked at the rain curtain outside the window full of heaven and earth, and the scenery that should be there now is included in the sweeping leaf building, the trees and mountain roads, faintly visible hidden in the hazy city outline on the other side of the rain curtain, at this time I saw the outline of the high-rise building, it turned out to be in modern times.

The taste of the plain noodles can only be said to be average, there is no rumored Zhongzheng, but Rouge eats quickly, this kid didn't eat much of those things on the train, Zhao Huchen watched Rouge quickly finish eating the noodles in his small bowl and gave Rouge all the noodles in his big bowl to Rouge, looking at the child's satisfied smile will also feel particularly comfortable.

After eating noodles, Zhao Huchen walked to the top with rouge, and there were two lines of words written at the door, which should be interesting, Wuhou stationed in the horse and pointed out the rivers and mountains, and the stone tiger was based on Qinhuai.

"Wanyue hesitated, but after all, it was a little less atmospheric, in the final analysis, it was still a fat powder that was too strong, and it was not that the Qinhuai River was too beautiful or Wu Nong's soft words in the south were not suitable for the survival of the emperor and general." Zhao Huchen shook his head with a smile and said.

"Rouge, let's go to Jiming Temple to have a look, okay? There's a rouge well there, and it must be interesting to go and see it in your name. Zhao Huchen stood on the platform of the smoke and rain with his rouge in his arms, looking at the shadows in the distance, and said softly.

"Okay." Rouge replied.

A man and a woman happened to be stepping up the stairs at this time, the man was burly, walking introverted and unassuming, and his gestures were amazing, like a python king.

The woman is graceful and weak, her temperament is mellow and flawless, like the mother of Korean calligraphy and painting, but she is more than a chip, her beauty is incomparable, her charm still exists, she is past middle age, her temperament is more and more fragrant, and the two should be husband and wife.

"A few days ago, Gou Chen had been here, and when he came back, he pulled me to talk, saying that although this stone city does not have the charm of Qin Huai, it has a little bit of a small atmosphere that even Xuanwu Lake has never had, this small atmosphere may not be anything in the capital, but it is very valuable in Yanjing, and when I come back, I will tell me what I have said to you." The woman is on the side of the man, smiling slightly, graceful and graceful, and has a graceful temperament.

"What did I say?" The man smiled slightly, and said lightly, his voice was majestic, which matched his temperament very well.

"100,000 lights are all here, and millions of miles of smoke and clouds are vast and floating." The woman said with a smile.

The man frowned when he heard this, and said, "The first nine characters are quite appropriate, and the last nine characters are Zhang Guan Li Daiyi's smile and generosity." ”

"You're just too harsh." The woman shook her head.

After the conversation, the two had already discovered that there were still people upstairs, Zhao Huchen turned around, and the two sides looked at each other.

Rouge was lying in Zhao Huchen's arms, and he had closed his eyes at some point, and grabbed the clothes on Zhao Huchen's chest with one hand and read something.