Luoxia Pavilion is privately owned by Xingping Bofu, is located in the middle of Qixia Mountain, is a protruding boulder, the pavilion is built on the boulder, the four corners of the eaves are like eagle wings, although the name is Luoxia, but there is really the ancient high meaning of flying over and boarding. The whole pavilion is backed by the mountain on one side, the cliff is faced on the other side, the back mountain is high and steep, the cliff is open and vast, you can get a glimpse of the whole picture of the Xia Mountain, it is still suitable for spring enjoyment.

In addition, the pavilion also built a half-height lacquer fence outside the pavilion, the fence is also finely carved, each one is different, there are both moire beasts, there are also broken branches of flowers and birds, and the whole root is carved into a Lingzhi curly grass pattern. It is really a good place to climb up to see the scenery and find the seclusion in detail.

From Qianzhao Villa to Luoxia Pavilion, it is not a short mountain road. Although the road has been built quite flat, the width of the road is very narrow, only enough for two people, and soft cars and horses cannot get on the road.

Although Fu Jun has a strong police core, this body is a real daughter. Since the battle with Xiao Hongzhu last year, she has been in the recovery period, and this kind of physical exercise has not been done for many days. Therefore, along the way, even if Feng Wei and the others were noble girls, they seemed to be very easy, but Fu Jun had a great difficulty.

Lu Jun accompanied Fu Jun for a while, and Fu Jun couldn't bear to ask the athletic girl to accompany her sick son, so she asked her to go forward first.

Fu Jun had already taken off his hat at this time, trying to be light and simple, removing all the burdens on his body, but he still walked like a snail. She could only walk the mountain road panting like a cow, and at the same time pretending to look around at the scenery, so as to save herself some dignity.

It's early in spring. There are peach blossoms in Jinling City, but the flowers and trees here are still a small yellow bud, but there is also another vitality.

Shijiang on the side saw that Fu Jun was walking with sweat, and his heart was extremely unbearable, so he stepped forward and whispered: "Girl, you have to ask your mother-in-law to bear your ......."

"Don't." Fu Jun immediately shook his head.

Anyway, she is also an elite student of Baishi Academy, and she will still be the best in riding/archery/subjects next year. Even if she is seriously injured by Xiao Hongzhu, she has to walk a few steps and be carried by others, so she is too unsightly to look at the top of the green list.

Fu Jun stopped at this time, and raised his eyes to open forward. The Luoxia Pavilion is still far away. Only one corner of the wings is exposed. Look, there is still a long way to go from Fu Jun.

"It's really a dead horse running from Wangshan." Fu Jun sighed, and cheered up again to continue her arduous mountain climbing journey.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and then the sound of talking sounded again. It sounded like a man's voice.

Fu Jun turned his head to look. But I saw a few people turning out of the mountain road behind him. Among them was a young man wearing a dark blue robe and a dark silver leather belt around his waist, with broad shoulders and long legs. Walking calmly, it was Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan probably didn't expect to meet Fu Jun here, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Shi Jiang hurriedly stepped forward to put a hat on Fu Jun, but was stopped by Fu Jun gently raising his hand.

Meng Yuan also glanced behind him at this time. A long-looking person who was talking behind him immediately waved his hand when he saw the group of people standing in front of him, and the four or five entourages behind him immediately took a few big steps back, opening up the distance from Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan's forehead jumped.

This Wu hook, do you want to make it so obvious? Where is this going?

In this moment, Wu Gou has quickly led people backwards back to the corner, everyone is invisible, only he is showing his head on the mountain wall, and from a distance, it looks like a human head has grown out of the mountain.

Rao is Fu Jun was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't help but want to laugh at this time.

The green tendons on Meng Yuan's forehead popped up again.

Wu Hook is just that, what's going on with this Fu Si? Standing on the mountain road like this, dressed so thinly, the white skirt fluttering in the wind, looking weaker than the buds of early spring. Did she forget about being injured by Xiao Hongzhu?

The aura around Meng Yuan's body had already cooled down.

He strode forward and glanced at Fu Jun, his ice-hardened eyes were extremely calm.

"Where's the cape?" He said in a deep voice.

Fu Jun was stunned, and Meng Yuan turned his eyes to look at Shijiang behind him.

Shi Jiang was also stunned, and after a while, he realized the meaning of Meng Yuan's glance, and hurriedly took two steps forward with his cloak, and felt that something was wrong, so he stopped and looked at Fu Jun.

Shijiang was actually very opposed to Fu Jun taking off his cloak.

It's still in the mountains, and the wind is very cold, so what if it's cold?

But Fu Jun didn't listen to her at all, she only said that she was hot, and took off the cloak and curtain, and she couldn't screw her in the river, so she had to worry about it.

Meng Yuan didn't care about Shi Jiang's hesitation, and as soon as his long arms were relaxed, he took the cloak that Shi Jiang was holding in his hand, handed it to Fu Jun and said, "Put it on, it's cold." ”

As he spoke, he took another step towards Fu Jun's outside, blocking the side of the cliff. Fu Jun immediately felt that the wind blowing in his face was much less.

"Thank you, it's just that I'm not cold, I'm ......"

Before Fu Jun finished speaking, Meng Yuan had already shaken his cloak into the wind. With a "bang", the moon-white satin cloak spread out straighter in the wind, like a moonlight banner erected in front of Fu Jun.

He didn't speak, just looked down at her.

He was already born healthy, and he had the iron-blooded temperament of a soldier, looking at him so condescendingly, Fu Jun somehow felt a little oppressive.

She involuntarily took the cloak and draped it over her body.

The aura on Meng Yuan's body immediately became less cold, and when Fu Jun was fastening the buckle, he turned his face to look ahead, and after a while, he whispered, "Wear the hood too." ”

Fu Jun was slightly stunned, but her hand had already been raised instinctively, and she put on the hood.

Meng Yuan turned his eyes and glanced at her again, then turned his gaze away.

She is still very good-looking today. Just like this, he stood on the cliff with a cloak, so beautiful that he was like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

At that moment, he really wished that the people in front of and behind the mountain had disappeared.

Meng Yuan put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, stepped out of his long legs, and slowly walked forward.

Fu Jun walked on his inside, feeling a little awkward inexplicably.

She actually listened to Meng Yuan's words like this.

She never thought that the core of her, an older leftover girl, would be suppressed by a teenager who was not yet twenty.

However, this awkward feeling is not so annoying. And the slightly warm feeling that comes to her heart, she still likes it.

Meng Yuan walked very slowly. It's slow enough to match Fu Jun's snail-like speed.

And, he has been walking on the outside of Fu Jun.

The mountain wind swept through his dark blue robe, and a corner of the robe swept in front of Fu Jun, lightly touching her white cloak, and being blown aside by the wind.

"You're going to Luoxia Pavilion too?" Meng Yuan's voice rang out. The sound is like the sound of a flute falling in the wind.

"Hmm." Fu Jun replied softly, and raised his eyes to look at him again.

For the first time, she noticed that when he didn't speak, he was actually gentle. Just like now, he was on the side of the cliff, leaning slightly sideways. That kind of posture itself is like a kind of warmth.

Fu Jun turned his gaze away, looking at the staggered vines on the mountain wall without making a sound. (To be continued.) )