Mu Xian didn't know that Lan Xiaoqing and Lao Wang had a conversation, so she naturally didn't know the crooked path in her heart at this moment.

He smiled and said, "The master is generous, and he will definitely not take that little matter to heart." ”

"Then since we passed by here, would you like to go in and pay a visit to Master Jiang in a while?"

"No, the Master is also on the mountain. My wife was afraid of the heat, so she had already moved to the mountains at this time in previous years, and the master also went down the mountain in the morning and went up the mountain in the evening. ”

"Then there is no one in the academy today?"

"The academy has a holiday in the middle and end of every month, and it just so happens that there is no one today. Let's go, let's go up the mountain first, this time there are also a lot of students of the Master who came to enjoy the flowers, and when everyone has arrived, we will go to visit the Master. ”

Lan Xiaoqing also wanted to inquire more clearly: "In other words, Master Jiang's family now lives in the mountains?" ”

"Not bad."

Lan Xiaoqing knew in her heart, if she lived in the mountains, it would be convenient for her to move for a while.

On the way up the mountain, Lan Xiaoqing said several times and asked Mu Xian to return the clay pot to her, but Mu Xian didn't seem to hear it, so he kept getting it to the mountain.

Fortunately, Peach Blossom Mountain is not too high, and when she arrived at Peach Forest, Lan Xiaoqing found that she and Mu Xian were actually the first people to arrive.

And the beautiful scenery in front of her almost made her forget to breathe.

Ten miles of peach blossoms.

Raising your eyes full of pink glow, lowering your eyes everywhere, walking in this fragrant peach forest, it is like being in a fairyland.

And in this fairyland on earth, Lan Xiaoqing and Mu Xian are both dressed in green clothes, which adds a touch of blue color to this gentle pink delicacy.

The two were side by side, and Lan Xiaoqing felt it: "'The peach is dying, scorching and scorching' is nothing more than that, right?" ”

"Oh?" Mu Xian looked sideways at her, "Then do you know what these two poems are written about?" ”

"Peach blossom, isn't it?"

The reason why Lan Xiaoqing remembers these ancient poems is because the artistic conception described in these poems is too beautiful;

Second, she has read books for nearly ten years, and she doesn't want to see beautiful scenery in the future, and she will only say things like 'rely on beauty' and 'mom is so beautiful', so she consciously accumulated some beautiful sentences.

As for where this sentence came from and what kind of artistic conception it was, she really didn't know......

She looked at Mu Xian with great interest: "What kind of allusion, brother, tell me about it." I just know how to memorize, but I really don't know where it came from. ”

"You're being honest."

Lan Xiaoqing nodded: "Isn't it me who is not ashamed to ask?" ”

Mu Xian was in a happy mood: "'The peach is dying, scorching its flower, the son is home, and it is suitable for his room'." From "Tao Yao". It is the sixth article in the "Book of Poetry, National Wind and Zhounan". It is a song for the bride, which is sung with peach blossoms and sings a hymn to the bride. ”

"Oh~" Lan Xiaoqing suddenly realized, "'Yiqi's room' turned out to be followed by these two poems, and I couldn't remember it before." I know, this is the legendary peach blossom with a human face. ”

"'Last year, in this gate today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze'Cui Hu's poems, have you also read them? ”

Mu Xian smiled brightly, sounding more like he was joking: "You are more knowledgeable than I thought." ”

Lan Xiaoqing hurriedly waved his hand: "I can't call it erudite, I just have a good memory and memorize it." ”

The two of them admired the ten miles of peach blossoms, chanting ancient quatrains, and they didn't realize that someone was already writing behind them, and they also regarded them as scenery.

With a stroke of the pen, a picture of the peach blossoms with a light and elegant view of ten miles of peach blossoms jumped on the paper......