In the midsummer of the 11th year of Yixi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Qin Chong and Guo Helmet led a caravan loaded with spices and returned safely from the Tianzhu Buddha Kingdom in the south.

Looking at the energetic appearance of these old guys, my heart that had been born through the red dust was rekindled again.

I have been filial piety to my mother for two years, and I am in the golden age of walking around the world and getting goods all over the world.

It's a pity to guard the two ladies of Kuzhina and Gulanduo like this, eating, drinking and waiting for death in this Qingfeng Ze home!

So I arranged the family affairs, said goodbye to the little daughter Incas, Dugu Master and two wives, led my eldest son Sufeng, and embarked on the journey to the East again.

The caravan was familiar with the road, wading through the Hanhai Pass, crossing the Yellow Water in the west of the river, and came to the city of Chang'an again in the month of that year.

Qin Chong really had the courage, and he didn't know what means to use, and two years ago, he redeemed Yizhai on the bank of the Fengshui River from the hands of General Hou Qin.

The caravan, as in previous years, had a long-term foothold in the hinterland of this pass, and went straight to Yizhai after crossing the Weishui West Bridge.

The old camp is still there, and the old people are gone.

And I, Qin Chong, and the three former teenagers of the pot helmet have now become the center of the caravan, just like my grandfather, grandfather, and Uncle Su back then.

The son said on the river, the years are like this!

I have always had a wish to meet Miss Shangguan Yanxi of Los Angeles Post Post again in this life.

It has been fifteen years since Chang'an said goodbye in a blink of an eye, I wonder if she is okay now?

So after living in Yizhai and setting up the caravan, Qin Chong and I, Guo Helmet and I came to Chang'an's East Market on horseback to find this former celebrity.

The general inn of the Los Angeles Post Post in East City, Chang'an City is still the same as it was back then, and there is an endless stream of postmen and horses in front of the door.

The "little brother Shangguan", who was dressed in a red dress and had a pure elegant speech, was gone.

Qin Chong and Guo Helmet have led caravans to pass through Chang'an several times in recent years, and it is unknown whether they went to Lan Kwai Fong to explore the friendship in the early years.

But the two of them kept their original agreement with me, and did not come to visit Miss Yanxi without permission, so I don't know anything about her in recent years.

I would like to unveil this layer of time with my own hands someday in the future.

When the guy at the head office heard that we were old friends of his heroine, his attitude became extremely enthusiastic.

learned from him that Miss Shangguan Yanxi was still in Chang'an, and she had long since ignored the post post.

Her brother built a cloud school for her on Taihua Mountain, and Miss Yan Xi is now the owner of this academy, teaching children in the mountains to read and hyphenate every day.

The news came from heaven to me.

Hurriedly saying goodbye to the guys in the shop, the three of them rode their horses and whips eastward, and soon came to the feet of Taihua.

It's the middle of winter, and I don't know when the snow has begun to fall like goose feathers in the sky.

The majestic Taihua is covered in silver and wrapped in pines and cypresses, like a giant standing between the vast world and the world.

Taihua Mountain borders Huangwei in the north, Qinling Mountains in the south, lives between Hangu and Tongguan, and the ancient road of Cuihan connecting Luoyi and Chang'an, the western capital, passes through the mountain, and has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times.

Miss Yanxi did not choose the thick and simple Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion and self-cultivation, but in this cold and solemn place of Guanshan as a place to live in peace for the rest of her life, I don't know what her intentions are.

Is it to listen to the whistling sound of the Great Qin swordsman who has long gone? Or are you reluctant to give up the bustling cars and horses on Tongguan Road now?

Or yes

In order to wait for my return, the caravan from the Western Regions left Chang'an to Luoyang and Jiankang, and the gallop road under the mountain is a must-pass place.

It was already early afternoon when I thought about it, and three or two schoolchildren came down from the hill and were passing by beating our horses with their hands crossed and smiling.

"Little babies! Do you know where Cloud Academy is? ”

Qin Chong jumped off the horse, blocked the way of the little baby and asked loudly, scaring these babies a lot.

"Returning to the guest officer, walk up the mountain for half an hour from the second place, and you will meet a plum garden, and the other courtyard in the courtyard is the cloud school."

The little babies stopped laughing and talking, timidly put down their caged hands, and stood respectfully on the side of the road to answer Qin Chong's question.

"Is your husband in the courtyard?"

Qin Chong, a reckless man, was childlike, crossed his waist and continued to scare the babies, and I and the pot helmet couldn't help laughing, and we couldn't help laughing while sitting on the horse.

These little babies of the Han family are as simple as jade and fairy, which is really joyful.

"The female teacher of Shangguan lives in the school, and she is making tea at this time!"

The schoolchildren had seen that we had no ill intentions, so they were no longer afraid, and enthusiastically pointed to the snowy mountain in front of us and spoke to us.

"Hahaha! The children can be taught! These few gold coins are for you! Take it down the mountain and drink some wine! ”

Qin Chong happily took out a few Persian gold coins from his bag and gave them to a few little babies as a reward.

The schoolchildren were not polite, took the gold coins and ran all the way down the mountain.

They're not really going to buy alcohol, are they? I couldn't help but get a little worried.

"Young master, the little baby of the Han family looks refreshed! My Qin An is blonde and blue-eyed, no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like my old Qin family's species! ”

Qin Chong let out a long sigh and turned over on his horse, and the three of them walked towards the direction of the schoolchildren.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Kulia is a Tocharian, what is wrong with Qin Anchang to his grandmother! ”

Qin Anwa and the little girl of the pot helmet, Yingjima, have no guesses, and it is not surprising that these two old guys will definitely become the in-laws of this world.

Therefore, when the pot helmet saw Qin Chong slandering his future son-in-law like this, he reprimanded angrily.

Crossing a double-timbered stream bridge, there is no road ahead, there is a stone staircase that winds up the mountain.

We stepped off our horses and led our mounts up the stairs, and after a few moments of effort, a faint plum fragrance came to our faces, and the school in the clouds arrived.

In the depths of Meilin, the blue-tiled and brick mansion is built next to the abyss, and the vision is very broad, which really lives up to the word "in the clouds".

A woman in a brocade robe is holding a copper kettle, walking through the red and pink plum blossoms, collecting the plain snow accumulated on the petals of the plum branches.

"Brother Shangguan!"

Miss Yanxi didn't change much, I recognized her from a long distance, and I couldn't help but blurt out and shout, all my thoughts were in this word.

The woman in the forest stopped picking snow and was stunned there, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, put down the copper kettle in her hand and ran towards us in the light snow.

"Brother Yi! Yi Jin City! Is that you? ”

As she spoke, the woman was already in front of her, bowing slightly to us.

In addition to his appearance, the amorous Shangguan brother in the past is no longer there.

Standing in front of us is a beautiful lady who is as warm as jade, and her eyes that have been tempered by the years and no longer flow waves, exuding motherly warmth.

"Miss Yanxi, don't come unharmed!"

Qin Chong and I returned the salute with the pot helmet, and a thousand waves surged in my heart, but I didn't know where to start.

"Brother Yi, Qin Chong, Liu

Really! It's you! Hahaha! This morning, the guest magpie flew by in turn in front of the door, and it seemed that there were distinguished guests coming to the door, but I didn't expect it to be three old people! ”

Shangguan Yanxi finally recognized me, put down her original reserve, took my arm like a long-lost relative, and led us into her courtyard.

The furnishings in the house are very similar to the grass houses of the Qingqiao Mountain people on the Nanshan Mountain at the end of the year, with Nanmu paving the floor, and the cabinets around it are full of brochures and silk books.

In the front hall of Linyuan's sundeck, there is a Hemu guqin.

There is a tree-shaped incense burner on the side of the piano table, and the purple smoke is filled, and the rich and familiar smell of the clumsy bello incense makes me suddenly feel a trance.

The charcoal fire in the stone furnace is burning vigorously, and the cold air in it suddenly disappears, and it is really a fairy-like abode.

Qin Chong and Guo Helmet knew that Miss Yanxi and I had a lot to say, so after a little greeting, they excused themselves to go out to enjoy the snow scene in the mountains.

A maid retrieved the copper kettle that had fallen in the forest and hung it on the top of the stone furnace.

Yan Xi got up and cut a piece of tea cake, grinded it into powder and put it in the pot.

Xinxue melts water to cook aged tea, and welcomes the deceased with tea instead of wine.

When the fragrance of tea filled the entire study room, Miss Yanxi raised a lamp and invited me to drink with her.

"Brother Yi, what kind of changes have you experienced over the years? How did you get old like this? If it weren't for you calling me as a little brother, Yan Xi wouldn't have recognized the three of them! ”

Yan Xi filled my cup with tea, and smiled at me affectionately, which made me sink instantly.

"It's hard to put into words!" I drank the green tea in the dry cup and sighed loudly.

Over the years, my experiences in the Roman Kingdom, Tianzhu, and the Southern Wilderness are like absurd books from heaven.

I can't finish talking about it for a few days and nights, and there won't be a few people who believe it, so I can only summarize it with a long sigh.

"Fifteen years ago, outside the Yumen Pass, why didn't Brother Yi come to look for me? Jin Chengjun should have passed by Chang'an more than once over the years, why didn't he come to see me? Brother Yi is not trustworthy, and it is not a gentleman's doing! ”

All the etiquette of hospitality was completed, and Shangguan Yanxi got up to play the piano and help me play.

At the end of the song, the strings broke, and Miss Yanxi lay on her desk and wept, tears were heartbreaking.

"Little sister blames me, my caravan waited outside Yumen Pass for more than half a month, and I and Qin Chong, Guo Helmet, and Sha Mihan searched all over the ancient city of Loulan, all the city-states of Qiuzi and Wusun Kingdoms, and I didn't see the slightest figure of your Luocheng Post Station. I still don't understand it when I think about it, and I beg my little sister to solve my doubts. ”

Obviously, his family didn't keep the promise first, and he came to blame me, and he had nowhere to vent his grievances, so he told Shangguan Yanxi.

"Brother Yi, what season was it when your caravan arrived at Yumen Pass?"

After listening to what I said, Miss Yanxi relieved her sadness a little, raised her head and asked me with a wry smile.

"In the seventh month of the summer calendar, the hottest time of the year in the Northern Western Regions, it is clear for my brother!"

"That's right. In July of that year, I was in Beihai in the country of Rouran, and I was escorting a group of Wusun horses back to Chang'an. We walked through Yanran Mountain, Yinshan, Mobei Grassland into Yanmen, Yunzhong, from Fenglingdu, Tongguan Road to Chang'an's North Road! Brother Yi and I are at odds with each other, of course they can't find me! ”

Shangguan Yanxi laughed in amazement, and half of her resentment towards me disappeared.

"Miss! Miss! ”

I was very annoyed and raised my cup to drink tea, as if I had swallowed an old bitter wine.

In such a way, I missed the excellent marriage with Shangguan Yanxi, which is really providential!

(End of chapter)

Shang and Buddha