It's not the first time Ji Qingyuan has seen Ying Hug Yue wearing makeup.

Back then, every time on his mother's birthday, Ying Baoyue would put on a gorgeous dress and dye red makeup to dress up carefully, and when she had that thought, she could steal everyone's attention. It's just that she doesn't bother to do it most of the time.

There was only one person in this world who could be worthy of her dedication.

Although he didn't know why this time, Ji Qingyuan was in a trance back to when he was dizzy for the first time when he was a child.

It was only when he was ten years old that he forcibly followed her to his mother's birthday for the first time, and he saw her in full costume there for the first time. That night, Afang Palace was splendid, staggered, red shadows flickered, and even the air seemed to be fragrant. He was almost dazzled, and drank the wine from his mother's cup, only to feel that the world was spinning, and he was about to hit the pillar, but finally fell drunk in the arms of a man.

He looked up dimly and saw the woman smiling helplessly.

"Children can't drink, so I shouldn't have brought you."

He was a child, but how old was she then?

By the way, she was six years older than him back then, and the person who proposed her marriage had already broken through the threshold, but she didn't care.

She doesn't love red clothes and arms, only she doesn't know how beautiful she is. It's not the looks that matter, it's the special that only she has.

Look at the beauty under the lamp, the wine is not intoxicating, and everyone is intoxicated. He remembered his silly smile, holding the young girl with a face full of remorse, she regretted bringing him, but he didn't know that this was a beautiful memory that he cherished for the rest of his life.

Just like it is now.

Ji Qingyuan stood at the door, looking at the girl standing in the center of the crowd, raising her head high, looking at him from afar, showing a smile, far away, but very beautiful.

Unlike ordinary girls in red makeup, she had a sword hanging from the waist of her black sacrificial robe, which was more vivid and dazzling than the sway on her head.

No matter how long she has been gone, she has returned.

No matter who is around her, she does not change her original intention.

Ji Qingyuan smiled and took a step back, "The horse is ready, Ange, you really don't take the car?" ”

Because of Zhao Guang, the king of the county, they all got the qualifications to enter the Great Dynasty Meeting, although Ji Ange and the others were watching from the side. Yesterday, when discussing how to travel, I was going to prepare a carriage, but Ying Baoyue proposed to ride a horse.

Because she said that she was estimated to leave later, Ji Qingyuan and the others originally thought that she wanted to sleep more in the morning, but now they understand that she is going to put on makeup.

"Don't sit," said Ji Ange, "my sister said she could lead me on a horse." “

"Okay," Ji Qingyuan said, "but don't feel pain in your body when the time comes." ”

After all, he was tied to the back of that horse many times back then, and he knew how powerful that black horse was.

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The morning light was bright, Ying Baoyue and others rode horses from the Zhongtang Courtyard, galloped along the East Street to the Dongwu Palace, the road can be seen everywhere the cultivators riding horses, but it is not crowded, the forbidden army of Dongwu has already cleared the road, and the small buildings on the side of the road are full of people, watching these best young people on the continent gather with reverent eyes.

From the Dongwu Palace to the west, through the Dragon Shouyuan, riding a horse in less than a quarter of an hour, everyone's eyes are gradually surrounded by greenery, the roadside is pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress road to the end, everyone's eyes are surrounded by bright red.

The mountain is full of red leaves, gently swaying under the blowing of the autumn wind, and at the bottom of the mountain, everyone saw the Dongwu Forbidden Army, which was already somewhat familiar, and there were many people who looked like scholars.

Everyone understands that this is the location of the famous Hanshan Academy in Eastern Wu, Hanshan.

At the bottom of the mountain, next to the horse, stood an acquaintance.

This person was wearing an indigo county dress, and it was Zhao Guang.

"Keep me waiting! Why are you ......" Zhao Guang complained loudly and stepped forward, about to say something, but looking at Ying Baoyue who jumped off the horse, the young man's words were blocked.

Zhao Guang looked straight at the person in front of him and was speechless.

Chen Zichu and the others patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, understanding that this person had been hit by the wave they had received in the morning.

It wasn't until Ying Baoyue turned around and stretched out his hand to help Ji Ange off the horse that Zhao Guang came back from his stiff state, looked at Ying Baoyue and said speechlessly, "You...... Are you dressed like this to ride a horse? ”

"Or else?" Ying Baoyue said indifferently, while Ji Qingyuan looked at his sister who was not uncomfortable on the side, and deeply understood that the horse just hated him who looked like his father.

Zhao Guang looked at Ying Baoyue and opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, when the figure of gongs and drums sounded behind everyone, Ying Baoyue turned around and saw a mighty convoy coming, almost overwhelming the pines and cypresses on the side of the road.

"The Northern Wei people are here," Zhao Guang frowned, "let's go first." ”

Ying Baoyue nodded. Everyone dismounted one after another, and after verifying their identities and invitations in front of the scholars and forbidden troops at the bottom of the mountain, they went up the mountain under the leadership of Zhao Guang.

It's not the first time that Ying Baoyue has come to Hanshan, but many of them are the first time.

Compared to the Zihua Mountain, where the Jixia School Palace is located, the area of the cold mountain is not large, but it is high and steep. Now it is autumn, and the maple leaves all over the mountains make Ying Baoyue and others feel as if they are walking in a picture scroll.

"Here we are." In front of a huge stone gate, Zhao Guang stopped, "This is the mountain gate of Hanshan Academy. ”

Before everyone came, they had already learned that the Imperial Prayer Province of Eastern Wu was built after the Hanshan Academy, and the mountain gate of the Hanshan Academy was equivalent to the gateway of the Imperial Prayer Province, and it was by no means just a gate.

Sure enough, the huge mountain gate seemed to be empty behind it, but when everyone stepped over, it suddenly opened up, and the world in front of them suddenly changed.

Behind the mountain gate, there are all people!

The hustle and bustle was the crowd that had already arrived early.

Ying Baoyue suddenly understood that just like the main gate of the Jixia School Palace, there is a space circle behind this door, and you can't see anything when you stand outside the door, and there is something else inside.

Seeing so many people at once, Ji Ange and the others were almost startled, but when everyone saw the crowd in front of them, their eyes lit up and they were amazed.

Ying Baoyue couldn't help but sigh, it was worthy of a mid-level ceremony, it was simply a visual feast.

Because of the age limit, all the people who came were young children, and as Zhao Guang and Li Ji said, everyone was dressed in costumes.

The golden whip is a beautiful boy, go to the green horse.

Under the brilliant sunrise, the eyes are full of clothes and snow.

From the color of the sacrificial garment, it is possible to distinguish the country of the practitioner who came to the practitioner relatively clearly. Southern Chu is red, the brightest, Dongwu is cyan, but green and elegant, the jade tree is in the wind, the Middle Tang Dynasty is mainly golden, rich and beautiful, and the Houliao teenagers are white, reminiscent of the snow-capped plateau.

Before Ying Baoyue and the others came, the center of everyone was a young man dressed in white, with a rare snow-white fur on his sacrificial clothes, not cumbersome, but like a snow fox on the snowy mountain, standing tall, with natural pride, with a unique demeanor at a glance.

Seeing someone coming behind the door, the young man in white also looked over, and his eyes lit up, "Chunhua, you are here!" ”

The young man in white rushed straight in front of Ji Jiashu.

Seeing the two gathering, everyone gasped.