Ximen March talked to Qiuqiu for a few words, and then dozed off again. A few girls in the carriage talked about the embroidery style, and the discussion was very hot, Qiuqiu sat bored in the carriage, heard the noise outside the carriage gradually became scarce, and knew that the carriage had driven out of Lin'an City. She twisted her fingers around the corner of the curtain and looked out the window:

Sure enough, there was a dense green woods outside, and two wagons were heading west on a dirt path in the woods. There are occasional farmers carrying burdens on the path, going back and forth between Tianchou and Lin'an in the distance. Qiuqiu's eyes looked at the village fields outside the path, some pergolas built everywhere were built outside the paddy fields, a few egrets flew up on the paddy fields, and the people who bent down to work in the fields sometimes straightened up to look at the mountains and rivers in the distance, a scene of peace and tranquility.

After walking a stick of incense, I arrived at the foot of a Jade Emperor Mountain, where the land is flat, so the villages are scattered, and most of them are built in the north of this only way to the West Lake. Qiuqiu simply lay on the window frame, with the bump of the carriage, looking at the fenced courtyard of the farmhouse and the house with blue tiles and white walls, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Hangzhou in ancient times was really too livable.

As the dwellings faded away, the carriage drove into a mountain road with mossy rocks on one side and a dense forest on the other, and the melodious sound of birds could be heard in the woods. Looking into the depths of the dense forest, Qiuqiu's gaze can only stay in the place where the sunlight can penetrate, and then to the depths, there is a deep and dim scene, and it is difficult to distinguish the road under the layers of dense forests and shrubs.

The car was bumpy, and Qiuqiu also fell asleep leaning on Su Mengtang amid the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves. When he woke up, the carriage had stopped, Qiuqiu opened his eyes, and first saw Bihu standing under the carriage with the sleeping Ximen March, and he was being held by Su Mengtang and was about to get off the carriage.

Zhang Yunhua walked over from the front quickly, took Qiuqiu from Su Mengtang's arms, carried it on his shoulder, and said softly to Su Mengtang: "Be careful." Su Mengtang jumped down from the carriage neatly, and said with a coquettish smile: "It's okay, Brother Yunhua, don't say it's Xiao Qiu'er, I can even get down if I hold one in one hand." After speaking, he happily walked up the stairs of Wanghai Tower with Ou Jinshu and Tong Ning'er, holding hands.

Qiuqiu raised her head from Yunhua's shoulder and looked at the Wanghai Tower. Wanghailou is based on a magnificent wooden carved archway, and the archway says "Lonely Mountain Road" on it, which seems to be the beginning of this embankment. It is said to be a building, but in fact, it is composed of several pavilions and pavilions that are continuously and delicately linked together, all of which are three or four stories high.

From the end of the road, all the most elaborate designs are protruding from the heights, and the connections are often hidden in the dark, so there is a sense of endlessness. Because of the slow movement of the carriage, the sky was no longer as bright as noon, and the north wind rose again, and the clouds gradually pressed up.

Qiuqiu saw that the long string of lanterns connected to each other on the corner of each eaves upstairs had been lit, and between the lanterns and lanterns, there were still crisp bells, making a small sound with the wind. Looking ahead of Gushan Road, on both sides of the long alley, vendors guard their businesses, greeting tourists who come to enjoy the West Lake and nearby residents who come to buy.

Yunhua noticed that Qiuqiu was waking up, but instead of putting her down, he put a small cloak over her head and walked up the steps of Wanghai Tower. "Xiaoqiu, there are a lot of people here, so you have to be wronged first." Qiuqiu was confused by this sudden darkness, and suddenly heard Yunhua's soft instructions, so he continued to lie on Yunhua's shoulder.

Inside the Wanghai Building, the lobby on the first floor is a place to eat, Qiuqiu just glanced at it in a hurry, only to catch a glimpse of the bright lights inside, at this moment she was covered by her clothes, and smelled the rich aroma of food. Like the aroma of the meal, it was captured by Qiuqiu, and there was also Xiang Kang's hearty laughter: "Hahahahaha, all according to my brother's arrangement, I live on the third floor!" Brother Zhao, Zhuo Ran, this third floor is a good place to watch the scenery. ”

Qiuqiu's heart suddenly became happy: it seems that she can live in a lake-view room. Immediately, she heard the noisy voice on the first floor, Xiao Erliang's voice: "Come-a few distinguished guests go upstairs with me, pay attention to your steps." The group followed Xiao Er up to the third floor.

On the second floor of Wanghai Tower, there are independent private rooms, which are prepared for those guests who want to be clean and do not want to eat in the lobby, or discuss important matters. On the third floor is a large guest room for hotel guests, which is elegantly furnished, large and transparent, and you can see the whole view of West Lake and Lonely Mountain from the window.

The staircase of the golden silk nanmu only led to the third floor, and it was interrupted. If you want to go to the fourth floor, the entrance is not at the main entrance of his Wanghai Tower, but from the street entrance to walk dozens of steps, there is a small door on the side, hidden in the middle of the two high platforms that force the center of the street. Entering through this small door, there is a special person to take you, from a staircase embedded with large lake beads, directly to the fourth floor.

Although the entrance to the fourth floor is private, it is also a guest room, but it is slightly smaller and more fragrant, suitable for those rich children who want to come to enjoy the scenery and listen to music. After going up, next to the stairs is a flying pavilion full of red gauze and green tents, and on the roof beams inside the flying pavilion, all kinds of oil-paper umbrellas are hung upside down, and many strips of satin cloth are tied to the tips of the umbrellas, all of which have the girl's name and musical instruments written on them.

This place is called the "Shengge Office", and in the compartment inside, there are the piano girls who live in Wanghailou. The fourth floor is the most drunken place by the West Lake, and it is also the place where the most gold is like earth, from here to look out, the scenery is better, when the weather is fine, you can even see the fishermen who take the boat as their home on the back lake, the gap between the poor and the rich, is so casual and clear contrast, revealed.

Walking to the door of the guest room, Yunhua put Qiuqiu on the ground, took off the small cloak on her head, Qiuqiu rubbed her eyes, and followed Su Mengtang into the guest room, there was a group of eight immortal tables in the central hall, facing the window of the door

There are three very large beds inside, lined up. Su Mengtang, Bihu and others were busy packing up the items they brought, Ximen climbed into bed excitedly, turned over again, ran to the window, and beckoned Qiuqiu to come and see the lake and mountains. Qiuqiu also walked to the window, she looked into the distance, but her eyes were attracted by a person:

The man was seven feet long, and his appearance was very dignified, not like ordinary people, he came on horseback, and was dismounting at the moment, talking to Xiao Er, who came out. Qiuqiu felt that this person was in too much of a hurry, not like he had come to this paradise for recreation, and sure enough, after only a moment of entering, he came out, took the reins from the little second-hand, turned over on the horse, and returned to the way he came.