The sun is shining brightly, and the blue sky is cloudless.

There are many pilgrims and tourists on the stone path up the mountain, and pedestrians who are tired of walking and resting can be seen everywhere on the roadside pavilions and stones.

With her hands folded on her waist, Song Yufu slowly walked down the winding stone steps, and after taking a few steps, she would look back, purse her lips, and then continue to walk down.

I don't know when I'll see you again...... Will you never see each other for the rest of your life......

The chaotic mood lingered in her heart, and Song Yufu looked down at the vermilion wine gourd on her waist, and felt a little more at ease.

Xu Shizi...... Or do you think of me as a friend...... If you say you will go to Yuelu Mountain, you will definitely go......

In this way, I didn't think about it, and before I knew it, I had walked to the mountainside.

Song Yufu found that she wanted to run back and say a few more words, but after standing on the steps for a while, she didn't know what to say.

"Girl......"

Just as he was hesitating, a simple voice sounded from the side.

Song Yufu came back to her senses, let go of the wine gourd on her waist, and turned her head to look at the stone road next to her.

There were a lot of people coming and going on the stone path, and at this time, next to her, stood a sturdy man, dressed in coarse linen clothes, his tanned face was full of sweat, panting for breath, obviously just climbed here.

The man's hair is plain, and his clothes are neat, like a common Jianghu guest. Song Yufu was a little wary, but when she looked up, she found that the man was carrying a bamboo chair on his back, which he carried on his back like a basket.

There was a futon on the seat, and an old lady with gray hair leaned on it, with a thorn hairpin cloth skirt, her face and hands were full of folds, her complexion was not very good, her eyes were white and cloudy, as if it was difficult to see things, and she had been squinting at the surrounding flowers and trees. Sensing a stop, he looked left and right, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Arrived?"

The man turned around and smiled:

"Mother, not yet, it's almost there."

Seeing this, Song Yufu hesitated slightly, and bowed slightly:

"Uncle this, what's wrong?"

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and looked up at the stone staircase above:

"Girl, this is the way to go to Furong Temple, right? How far is it from here? ”

Yufeng Mountain is very large, and there are many roads up and down the mountain, but you can finally get to Furong Temple. Song Yufu saw that she was here to ask for directions, and smiled lightly: "It's right to go here, there is still more than a mile to go...... Uncle is going to burn incense? ”

The man bent his waist and grinned, and lifted the bamboo chair on his back up: "My mother is not in good health, I heard that this hibiscus is on the pillar incense, and all diseases are cured, come and see ......"

Song Yufu knew the rumors of Yufeng Mountain's miracle, but she was a Confucian protégé, and she never believed in these 'strange forces and gods'.

"To see a doctor, you have to find Langzhong, Taoist temple...... Actually, I can't say ......."

Saying that, Song Yufu looked at the old lady behind her, although she didn't know how to heal, but the old people saw a lot, and it was estimated that she had geriatric disease, poor eyesight, forgetfulness or something. Then he said softly:

"There are many famous doctors in Chang'an, there is an old Mr. Zhao in the Huichun Hall of Changle Fang, who retired from the Tai Hospital, and many uncles I know are looking for him when they are sick.

The man was a little happy when he heard this, and nodded busily: "Miss Xie, I'll go and see it tomorrow." ”

Song Yufu nodded, and was about to continue going down the mountain, but when she looked around, she found that the tired man was still climbing up the mountain.

"Uncle, you ...... You go directly to the city to find Langzhong, should it be better? ”

The man didn't look back with a bamboo chair on his back, but he just laughed:

"How can there be a reason not to enter the door when you cross the mountain, go up to worship, maybe it will work......"

"Oh......"

Song Yufu looked at the old lady sitting on the bamboo chair in a daze, hesitated for a moment, sighed lightly, and continued to walk down the mountain stone path......

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The official road under Yufeng Mountain, in the Yingjun Pavilion ten miles away from Chang'an City.

The carriage was waiting on the side of the road, and the little maid who had just bought it stood outside the pavilion with the horses.

Ten miles to send each other, ten miles to greet each other, is a common courtesy among the literati, and the name of Yingjun Pavilion also comes from this. starting point

At this time, in the Yingjun Pavilion, several literati stood in it, Qi Xinghan, Xu Danqing, Song Baiqing, etc., all of whom were famous literati in Chang'an City for a long time.

A few jars of wine were placed in the pavilion, Xu Danqing hung a black oil-paper umbrella on his back, like a student who went on a long trip, holding a wine glass in his hand, and being polite with his old acquaintance, a few bowls of wine, his face was already red.

Song Baiqing has an old-fashioned temperament, but he just stands in the pavilion with his hands in his hands, looking at the girl who is slowly walking down the mountain road.

Qi Xinghan and a few old horsemen gathered around Xu Danqing and kept persuading them to drink, and they said some compliments:

"Lao Xu, this jar of wine is a holy reward, I have served in the official family for half my life, and I didn't ask for the golden pen, so I got this jar of wine. Today, in order to see you off, I took out all the coffin boards......"

It was Pei Yulong, a famous Danqing master in Chang'an City, who spoke. Pei Yulong is regarded as the royal painter of the official family. Emperors and empresses, princes and princesses and other transcendent figures, always have to leave a few portraits for future generations to admire, from the first emperor to the current Son of Heaven, basically Pei Yulong wrote. However, Xu Danqing's reputation as a 'painting saint' is too great, and he can't paint the emperor's generals as he wants, and Pei Yulong's reputation is not very loud.

Xu Danqing was dizzy when he was held, he already had a big tongue, and said with a smile: "Pei Gong is really polite, I will go here for two years at most, and when I come back, I will definitely give you a jar of good wine......

Pei Yulong chuckled, seeing that Xu Danqing was almost irrigated, he leaned closer and said softly: "We have known each other for so many years, and our friendship is not bad." The Holy Lord asked you to paint Zhaohong Bakui, you have been in Chang'an City for so long, you can't do nothing, right? Who is this first beauty, through the rumors......"

Beauty and wine, swords and horses, in the Dayue literary world and martial arts, are all elegant conversations, these old horsemen who dance and write on weekdays are naturally interested.

The few people present to see them off were all a little eager, waiting for Xu Danqing's answer.

Xu Danqing really hasn't done anything these days, and waved his hand a little ashamedly: "I haven't drawn it yet, and you'll know when it's drawn." ”

Qi Xinghan didn't like talented people hiding their clothes the most, so he immediately said: "Xu Danqing, you don't play sloppy, we came all the way to see you off, if you don't even have a quasi-letter, don't think about leaving today." Could it be that Yangyang Chang'an doesn't even have a person to make you look at? Or did you hide in Zhongnan Mountain for a few years and forgot all about your skills? ”

Xu Danqing was not happy when he heard this, drank all the wine in the cup, and chuckled: "I, Xu Danqing, will hide for another ten years, and I can't forget my ability." I haven't painted a beautiful woman these days, but there is a ...... that catches my eye," he said, looking left and right a few times, and seeing that his niece had not returned, he ran to the side of the horse and took out a painting scroll.

Everyone suddenly became serious, but their expressions were still a little disdainful, the common agitation.

A poet has made a good poem, and a painter has painted a good work, but it is impossible to show it for himself and show it off in front of his confidants and friends.

Xu Danqing acted in a very casual manner, walked into the stone pavilion with a picture scroll, and unfolded it in front of everyone:

"That's it, it's quite satisfying......"

There was a solemn silence in the stone pavilion, and the drunken few stood up straight, and even Song Baiqing, who didn't like poetry, calligraphy and painting and other elegant plays, all squinted at it.

Pei Yulong's eyes narrowed slightly, as the saying goes, 'the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway', just a glimpse, he was shocked by the momentum of 'who else can I be', and immediately took a step forward, leaning over to take a closer look.

It's a pity that Xu Danqing has already felt the admiration of everyone, and put away the painting in a chic manner, and said with a smile:

"Essays in my spare time, jokes, ugly."

"Hey—"

"You guy, take it out and let people take a good look at it......"

"Yes, yes, this girl is so heroic......"

"Huh! What kind of eyesight, it's obviously a man's ......"

"Hiss-Xu Danqing, how do you draw a man......"

"This man is still a little familiar......"

The noise and noise were continuous, so I almost grabbed it.

Xu Danqing dares to mix the rivers and lakes, and his martial arts are actually very high, but he is beaten when he encounters a prince and a prince who can't do anything, and he is naturally not afraid of these old horsemen who dance and write. Seeing his niece coming over slowly, he directly put away the painting and turned over on his horse:

"Farewell, please come back!"

Many old friends who saw them off could only give up in a huff when they saw this.

Song Yufu is a girl's house, naturally it is not easy to get in and be polite with the elders, hide the wine gourd behind her back, and take advantage of her father's inattention, so she directly took the little maid that her father bought for her into the carriage.

"Drive-"

Soon after, a soft shout sounded on the official road.

Song Baiqing stood in the stone pavilion, watching the carriage and horses drift away on the official road.

On the small carriage, Song Yufu opened the curtain, left her father behind, raised her eyes and looked at the hibiscus view of Yufeng Mountain in the distance, and gave a serious blessing:

"I wish Gongzi a spring season in the future!"

The soft words dissipated in the spring breeze for ten miles in an instant......