In addition to the jade treasures everywhere, there are countless boiling springs in the valley area of Kunlun Mountain.

In the warm season of spring and summer, meltwater from the snow-covered glaciers on the summit gurgles down and converges into trickling streams.

After meeting the boiling spring at the foot of the mountain, some low-lying rocks form a hot spring pond that can cure all diseases.

The perennial trees and green grass around the soup pond are like smoke, which is a good place for spring outings.

Therefore, the Tocharians who lived here gave this place a nice name, called it "Holy Spring".

Some shrewd businessmen have also successively built folk inns for guests to bathe, eat and stay in the shade of the hillside and the hot springs.

Over time, the deep mountains and old forests that were originally inaccessible in the wilderness slowly became full of people.

Since then, it has become the back garden of the royal tribes and monks around the Khotanese Kingdom, the Green Mountains, and the Western Regions.

Along the hillside around Shengquan Town, by the remote stream, countless felt bags, wooden houses, and grass huts are dotted among them.

I don't know when it began, by whom, and for what purpose.

That is, on such a fragrant spring day in the air, Grandpa, Lu Yu, Murong Qionglin, and Yaobi took a carriage together and set off from the royal city of Khotan with a smile.

And the destination of their trip was Shengquan Town, which was a hundred miles away from the royal city.

Along the way, Lu Yu drove the car, and Murong Yaobi was like a lark flying out of the birdcage, chattering non-stop.

Every castle, every river, every post station, and even every local celebrity anecdote she encountered along the way, she could tell the reason like a treasure.

Lu Yu would lose no time and insert two sentences of compliment with a gag, which caused Murong Yaobi to laugh.

They really look like a natural pair, and they are both the kind of teenagers who don't know what it feels like.

Murong Qionglin seemed to be accustomed to such a journey, and she casually flipped through a paper manuscript of the "Thirty Chapters of Jian'an".

Grandpa felt that sitting in the carriage for a long time was too aggrieved, so he rode his "Boom" all the way to follow.

In the boundless wilderness, he would sometimes encounter some pheasants, cunning rabbits and other wild animals, and he would bend his bow and arrows to hunt a few.

In this way, after arriving in Shengquan Town, all the ingredients for the moonfire dinner will be available.

He inadvertently saw the book that Murong Qionglin was reading, and he was very surprised. In his own academy in Jincheng County back then, he also read such a collection of Cao Wei's writings.

This is nothing for a wealthy family in the Han region, but I didn't expect that in the royal city of Khotan, which is far away in the Western Regions, Miss Murong, who is not fluent in Chinese, also reads such a Chinese book, which is impressive.

"Da Murong, where did you get this booklet, I have also read it!" Grandpa tapped the rut with a mulberry bow and asked overjoyedly, feeling like he had met a bosom friend.

During this time, he and the Murong sisters had already become acquainted, so there was not much politeness.

So he gave the sisters a new nickname, the elder sister Murong Qionglin called it "Big Murong", and the younger sister Murong Yaobi called it "Little Murong".

It's much easier to call in this way, and it makes people feel a lot closer.

"Oh, you ask this anthology! A few years ago, in the peaceful years, my caravan once went to Chang'an, and I asked Uncle Ming to bring it back. A whole camphor wood box is dozens of rolls! If you want to see it, I'll lend it to you! ”

Murong Qionglin suddenly woke up from her sleepy state and replied happily.

"Oh, when this booklet first came to Jincheng County, it was called a Luoyang paper expensive, and ordinary people couldn't get it! What is called Luoyang paper expensive, you know! ”

Grandpa, who has had a headache when he saw books since he was a child, didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly wanted to show off his literary talent that Murong Qionglin was not good at.

"Of course you do! It is said that during the Jin Taikang period, there was a genius named Zuo Si, his famous work "Sandu Fu" was widely circulated in Luoyang, Kyoto, and people rushed to copy it, and the paper on the market was many times more expensive than before. I also have "Sandu Fu", do you want to watch it? ”

Murong Qionglin asked with a smile, she was becoming more and more interested in her grandfather.

"Awesome, Great Murong! You know that, too? I originally thought that women in the Western Regions would only make naan, milk cows, and give birth! ”

Grandpa built a pergola and searched for prey in the distance, while laughing.

"Miss Ben knows more than that! You just said that you have read this book, so I will test you! ”

Murong Qionglin smiled evilly, straightened up from the carriage, and began to flip through the famous articles in the book as exam questions.

"Cao Zijian's "Luo Shen Fu" is the most widely circulated, how about Yi Gongzi? Let's give a few words to my little sister! ”

Grandpa never imagined that in the wilderness of the Western Regions, he could encounter the exam he was most afraid of, and he began to regret what he had just done.

"This and this, let me think about it. Soaring like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. ”

Grandpa thought about it for a long time before he remembered two of them.

When my cousin came back from the academy, he liked to recite this famous poem of Cao Zijian in front of him, and he only remembered a few sentences that depicted the beauty of Luoshen.

Just as Grandpa was cramped, a fat sand badger was hurrying over the sand dunes in the distance.

Grandpa hurried his horse forward as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and with the screech of feathered arrows, the poor sand badger was already in his pocket.

"My young master, what I am most afraid of in my life is learning to write! Because of this, I was beaten at home when I was a child! Spare him! ”

Imagining his grandfather's embarrassment, Lu Yu, who was driving the car, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Whoever called him a trick, I hate the trickster the most." Murong closed the book and stretched.

The bumps along the way and the exposure to the warm sun made her a little drowsy.

"Brother Yi is not pretending, he is pleasing you, sister!" Murong Yaobi's interest was still undiminished, and she looked at her sister and teased happily.

"Smile for the Pomeranians, and be willing to be an arrow! Drink it at night! ”

At some point, Grandpa had turned back, shaking the trophy in his hand and shouting happily.

He threw the bloody fat badger into the carriage, and the two beauties screamed in fright.

These young people who were in their prime just frolicked and laughed all the way to the boundary of Shengquan Town.

"Little Murong! What are these houses on the hill for? No one will live in it, right? ”

Looking at these large and small, colorful felt bags and sheds along the way, Lu Yu asked curiously.

"I want to know if I can get out of the car and go in and have a look! Maybe there's a beauty from the Western Regions waiting for you! Thinking of the wonders, Murong Yaobi couldn't help but grin.

"Let me tell you, once there is an unmarried girl in the house, according to our wedding customs in Khotan, we will not be able to get out! Unless you marry this girl as a lady! ”

"Oh my mother! Let's not go! If there is an old and ugly bearded woman in it, then my life will be over! ”

Lu Yugan laughed and teased, saying that even he himself had goosebumps all over his body.

"What are you talking nonsense!" Murong Yaobi kicked Lu Yu so hard that she almost kicked him out of the carriage.

"The folk customs of the Western Regions and Middle-earth are very different. In our Han family, the marriage of children requires the orders of their parents and the words of matchmakers. Young men and women do not know each other before they get married, just like a blind man touching an elephant, and whether the marriage is happy or not depends only on the blessing of the gods. Murong Qionglin quietly explained to the two elder brothers of the Han family.

"But Hudi in the Western Regions is located in a wild wilderness, and the residents live nomadically everywhere and have no fixed residence, so there are not as many rules as our Han family. When the children of the family reached the age of marriage, the parents built a hut for them in the mountains, and they stayed in these huts to wait for the choice of a future husband or wife. Of course, you can also take the initiative and go to other people's huts.

If you fall in love at first sight, after bathing in the holy water pool, spending the night together in this hut will be considered a good marriage for Qin Jin. ”

"Oh, I see!" Grandpa suddenly realized.

"Big Murong, Little Murong! The master also built such a nest of love for the two of you, right? Where is it? I want to know the way first! ”

Lu Yu didn't know when he started to become so oily and smooth, and his grandfather couldn't help but laugh and drove the horse to the front, letting Lu Yu and Xiao Murong flirt half-truthfully.

After turning the foot of a mountain, on the flat land by the stream covered by a pine, bamboo and poplar, a two-story house with a stone and wood structure came into everyone's eyes, and you could see the strong and powerful black plaque of "Chang'an Yue" from afar.

The Murong family's mountain courtyard in Shengquan Town has finally arrived.

A blue-eyed, eagle-nosed, gray-bearded Tocharian elder rushed forward, took the reins of the horses from Lu Yu and the others, and respectfully led them into the courtyard.

A group of young servants of different skin colors had made all the preparations for the arrival of the four of them.