Your Excellency Xuchang Chengbei Yanyu.

This should have been the place where Hexi's literary and handsome people often exchanged poems at the turn of spring and summer, so for hundreds of years, in addition to the towers and pavilions here covered with mid-mountains, the forests and ravines were also densely covered with poems written by celebrities in the past dynasties were engraved on the boulders in the forest.

Although it is already midsummer, walking on this winding stone path full of birds and flowers, and a song of water circling and gurgling through the forest, still makes people feel relaxed and happy, and will not feel a trace of heat at all.

In the forest, a woman in white pushed a wheelchair made of wood and bamboo and walked slowly for a distance, and then stopped at the bottom of a cliff carving.

The young man on the bamboo chair looked up slightly at the two lines of words on the stone carving, and after reading a few sentences, he couldn't help but lower his head and dim his gaze.

The woman in white who pushes the young man is elegant and vulgar, faintly revealing a light and spiritual aura, as if there is a smoke and haze, which makes people really feel that she is not a person in the world.

The girl's complexion is as crystal clear as jade, and like a crescent moon, like flowers and trees piling up snow, and she is quiet and leisurely, coupled with the colorful butterflies and red flies hovering on her side from time to time, making her look beautiful and incomprehensible in this quiet deep forest path.

At this time, the beautiful woman in white did not notice the abnormal expression of the young man sitting on the bamboo chair in front of her, but only her eyes were like a pool of clear water, looking forward to the "crooked" text carved on the cliff stone, frowning and sighing softly:

"Why are you people in the gate so strange, you can write well, and why do you write so ugly.

What is the step, what is yang, but I only know two of the words in two lines. ”

The girl seemed to be a little angry, but after a few breaths, she covered her mouth and asked with a smile: "Brother Lili, what is written on this?" Why are you so serious here? ”

The young man on the bamboo chair heard a sound like a silver bell, then raised his head and looked at the stone carving again, and the complexity in his eyes disappeared.

"The road is lingering, and the sun is not visible. If you look at the sky, you seem to be helpless. ”

This stone carving is said to be two sentences in the book of the sages "Western Capital Fu", which is to describe the prosperity of Xijing and the strength of the family and country.

It's just that someone carved these two sentences on the stone alone, but it has a different meaning.

Xin'er, the meaning of these two sentences is that walking on the winding road, quiet and dark without seeing the sun. If you open the door of a tall building and look upward, you will feel that the place you are in has lost its support and become empty and insignificant. ”

"Ah, aren't these two sentences similar to the two of us visiting the Smoke and Rain Pavilion today?

The winding road, the dark bamboo forest, the towering high-rise buildings, and the smoke clouds in the mountains after the drizzle just now, aren't they just the ones written on the sky that seem to be helpless? ”

Xin'er seemed to be extremely approved of her idea, and couldn't help but clap her hands happily when she said this.

Sitting on the bamboo chair, Zhu Lihua looked back and saw this wonderful situation, and couldn't help but chuckle, but sighed Xin'er's innocence in his heart.

For myself, these two sentences understand another meaning.

Walking on the road that winds in the dark, the more frightened I become.

Whether it is fighting against the Rong people or fighting against the rebels, no matter how difficult, bitter and dangerous it is, there is always a meson behind him, a middle guard, and a great Qin.

But when he found that his enemy suddenly had an extra powerful force led by Yongluan, and when he was unconsciously involved in the power vortex that he had always tried to avoid intervening, all his dependence became as empty as a castle in the air.

Zhu Lihua felt the still faint pain on his knee, and felt the complex situation of the current Great Qin magnates, Rong people, rebels, and homeless people, and his heart ached again.

Lihua touched his forehead and whispered to Xin'er:

"Xin'er, I'm a little tired, let's go back."

Xin'er, who was playing with butterflies in the forest, immediately changed her face and was full of concern when she heard Lihua's words.

She nodded slightly, then took out her handkerchief and squatted in front of Lihua, wiping the sweat from her forehead for him.

Then, she slowly got up and carefully pushed Lihua out of the woods.

In the Yanyu Pavilion located in the middle of the mountain, a middle-aged scribe who looked like a sword and pen clerk gently waved the feather fan in his hand, and looked at Xin'er and Lihua who were gradually moving away from the mountain with a flat face.

On the desk in front of him, a pot of new tea was brewed as green as jade. The smell of tea rose from the clouds after the rain in front of him along the steaming heat.

In the warm air, the scribe's face seemed extremely calm, but his eyes were full of good memories.

More than ten years ago, the pair of beautiful figures on the bank of Lushui in Suibei City were just like the two people under the mountain at this time, which was enviable.