The autumn scenery of the vast mountains is unforgettable. He led her from the stone path in the mountains to the pavilion halfway up the mountain. There are fiery maple forests in sight, and the mountains are red all over the fields, and they are like fire. Overlooking, beautiful and magnificent.

She leaned on the railing, intoxicated, and remembered a poem. In his previous life, Du Mu's "Mountain Walk" was clearly "parking and sitting in love", but primary school students would secretly smile and think crookedly. A poem is familiar because of such a sentence.

When she turned her head to look at him enjoying the scenery, he had a comfortable and handsome side face. Such an unserious joke should not be shared with Master Gu, who is rigorous in his studies and has a bad stomach behind his back.

At noon, on the shore of the mountain stream and lake, a cooking fire was set up, and he took her hand and laid the bait to fish. The fish in the lake are very rich, she is greedy, and uses two bowls of Chunying to cook white flowers and sprinkle the fish soup with minced green onions. After eating too much, my stomach was bulging, and I was lying by the lake to enjoy the fluttering and graceful flowers.

The autumn day in the mountains does not last long, and the gentle mountain rain is coming. I have to take advantage of the dark sky to get home early.

"Playing tricks again?" Chunying was packing up the ladle not far away, he saw her grinding, and couldn't help but think of a few years ago, when he took her to Cuiping Mountain, this girl broke the stone pier next to the road and bargained with him.

The word "again" evokes the common memories of the two in the past. She blushed and muttered in a low voice, remembering that the scoundrel at that time, she was also ashamed. Reluctantly, he moved.

Before the rain, the mountain road returned to the tide and was a little slippery. As soon as he took two steps, he stopped, looked back at her for a long time, but told his attendants to go down the mountain first, leaving only an oil-paper umbrella.

She stood beside him, somewhat guessing his intentions. Feeling the dry warmth of his palm, the corners of her mouth curled into a subtle smile.

"So proud?" He handed her the umbrella for the time being, raised his hand, and put the hood on for her. His fingers are slender and nimble, and even when he ties them in a knot, they look unusually beautiful. She tilted her chin so that he could take care of her and enjoy his meticulous care. Obediently holding an oil umbrella half as tall as her, she looked at him quietly. I feel more and more that the man in front of me is emotionally delicate and so gentle.

When he had tied the knot, and retrieved the umbrella from her hand, she took the hem of her cloak and slumped up the stone steps behind him. That's it, and his size is only comparable to his handsome eyebrows.

With her arms stretched out at him, she smiled and looked straight at him.

With a faint smile, he took her wrist and wrapped her arm around his neck. Turning his back, he lifted his robe and squatted down.

On the secluded mountain road, she lay on his strong, broad back, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. If you look at him closely, you can see the neatly groomed sideburns in his ears.

"It's the same as Sese, and the lyricist summarizes the depression of the Autumn Festival with Sesser. The lower official thought that he could climb on the back of the adult twice, and the lower official deserved it, and he was proud. ”

Her calves hanging from the crooks of his arms were a testament to the pleasure in her words, swaying slightly. That year, he took her to Cuiping Mountain, which should be the first time he encountered such a situation, carrying a woman on his back, and he couldn't adapt to it for a while. But in the end, he still stiffened his face and told her to get her wish.

She smiled secretly and teased him, "My lord, you are born for the first time and mature for the second time." ”

He responded with a slap that was raised high and gently lowered, still holding the handle of the oil umbrella in one hand.

Touching the scene, he saw in front of him that she was still immature, the first time she knew the taste of love, and the young appearance of answering shyly. He still remembers that at that time, he liked her, held her delicate and soft body, and didn't hold it for a while, and rarely said love words, urging her to "grow up quickly".

Now, two days will be her fifteenth birthday, and she has been dignified and elegant, and she has hired Tingting. For him, from being like others at the beginning, he was unfamiliar and respectfully called a "son", to now he is an "adult", mixed with a little admiration and easy-going. The changes in the meantime made his eyes soften unconsciously.

In the evening, he went to the foot of the mountain to spend the night, the next day the sky was beautiful, the golden sun shone down, he led the horse, saw that she was not afraid, and planned to take her to the horse, along the way to enjoy the scenery.

Chunying looked at her girl from the side, took the hand of an adult, and clumsily climbed onto the horse, only to break out in a cold sweat. It's the green fu, big grinning, full of yearning. turned around and got into the carriage, the excitement had not passed, and he said to Chunying in a suppressed voice, "I'm used to seeing Lord Zhou riding a horse, I thought it was Junji." Now I know that adults carrying girls are the most eye-catching. Looking at it like a painting, harmony and beauty, others can't compare. As she spoke, she glanced in the direction of Jingli, Chunying knew that this was Lu Fu's grievances for the girl, and she was not angry that the county lord had repeatedly bullied people, thinking about Fang Er's pressure on the girl.

Especially in recent days, the wedding date between the adults and the county lord is approaching, and I heard that the county lord is moving the people, in addition to inviting the palace imperial department, he also sent people to the south one after another to find the best craftsmen, and rushed to build the golden jade fan bone that hides his face during the wedding. It was also rumored that the embroidery lady of the brocade Xuan in Beijing entered the house and cut a complete set of decent clothes for the bridal maid.

This kind of trouble is known to everyone, and it is boiling, and it is clear that it is done for people to see. The dignified palace, when did it lack these personal uses? is obviously taking advantage of the situation to make her girl angry.

Chunying sighed secretly, thanks to her girl's kindness, she can still happily travel with adults. If you change someone, when you encounter such a bad thing, you may have to be locked up in the house, and you will be sad all day long, and you will wash your face with tears.

The seventh girl didn't see the anxiety in Chunying's eyes, and now she was riding on a horse, firmly held in her arms by his strong arms. It rained last night, and the air on the ridge road was exceptionally fresh. Although he had never ridden a horse in his previous life, he was extremely stable on horse, and she was not afraid. The sound of horses' hooves, one by one, slowly. He took care of her, not running fast, but like believing in the reins of the horse, soothing and comfortable.

On the side of the road, she could see the farmers working, and she felt that the hood was an eyesore, so she only raised her hand to open the brim of the hat, twisted her body, and probed her brain. Before he could take a quick glance, he shook her hand, buckled her waist, trapped her shoulders, and told her to sit upright.

"Be honest and be careful." Thinking of her first time on the horse, he adhered to his usual calm and cautious, and did not allow her to look around and take care of her own distraction. "In the spring of the next year, if Ah Ying learns to ride a horse, you don't need to be proficient, you just need to control it safely, and you will be allowed to hunt in the spring."

"Allow you to do it"? He said it as a matter of course, but in her ears, it had a deep meaning.

King Wen recruited important ministers to hunt, in what capacity did he bring her along? Only the meaning revealed in his words, at that time, there was no longer a barrier between her and him. So this mentions, in her opinion, being able to stand beside him in a dignified manner made her feel a little excited.

He is used to being good at teaching by word and deed, and it is even more convenient to be on the horse at the moment. He clung to her ear, teaching in a deep voice, as if with infinite patience. And she was self-focused and studious, and when he corrected her sitting posture, she straightened her waist as well. As soon as his chest was sent forward, the arm resting under her side was lifted up along her shirt.

Coupled with the soft brim of her hat, it rubbed his chin from time to time, and carried the slightest floating dark fragrance with the wind.

His voice froze, and he paused almost imperceptibly, quickly covering up the past. only held her hand, and she was able to hold it in that shameful place. Although she has not yet grown up, her figure is far from bewitching, and she is separated by a jacket and a cloak, but the bulge in front of her may be a man's nature, and he can accurately perceive it.

Sensing her discomfort, he lowered his head and relieved her embarrassment by replacing the hand holding the reins, which was very natural.

She felt that he was polite, and in front of people, he used to take care of her face. is to be warm with her, but also mostly behind people's backs, or in their own homes.

She glanced at the back of his hand and blinked her fan-like eyelashes. The little hand reached back, carefully touching his scattered clothes, one left and one right, in front of him, and wrapped her in his arms. Others couldn't see it anymore, she hid her eyes, and her small hand quietly climbed up to his big hand resting on her waist.

The next moment, he heard that she was not confident enough, and opened his mouth to call "cold".

There was a slight crossover in his eyes. Compared with her insincere and down-to-earth closeness, his response was neat and powerful. Flipping his palm over her, his slender fingers digging in, clasping tightly with her.

"It's cold, just come closer."

The words fell, and her upright body was carried by him, soft and embedded in his arms.

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