She has her family's creditors, and their children. and all the relatives and friends who accompanied them in the years before them, and still remember them today.

Di Jinxuan's slightly locked sword eyebrows stretched out in an instant. He slowly squatted down, put his left ear on Ji Qingge's lower abdomen, and listened quietly.

After listening for a moment, he switched his right ear closer and continued to listen.

Ji Qingge looked at Di Jinxuan's intoxicated appearance, and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his earlobe. After a long time, he said: "Husband, you have been walking in the mountains for a long time. It's time to go back to the house with me for tea and dinner.

After eating and drinking, the husband will continue to accompany the child. ”

Di Jinxuan's thin lips provoked a smile of relief, and after Ji Qingge helped him up, he hugged the guzheng and walked side by side with her to the rock house.

Holding the herb flowers picked by Di Jin Xuan in his hand, smelling the fresh fragrance of the flowers, Ji Qingge said: "Light pink, dark green, light purple ......"

When he walked to the door of the rock house, Ji Qingge suddenly heard a terrible scream: "Quack." At the same time, she felt a soft object under the soles of her embroidered shoes. So he said:

"Sin, sin. Today at the door, I accidentally stepped on a field I chicken 1. ”

When Ji Qingge took a step back, he suddenly found that the animal that had just let out a terrible scream was a toad squatting in the grass.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and Ji Qingge said, "Since I came to the bottom of Qijia Valley to heal, they have come to visit me together. In order to maintain the ecological balance, I did not use any medicine on them.

That's why they're alive and sound. ”

As she spoke, a golden pheasant flew over her head and flew to the leafy tree outside the Iwaya and stopped.

The golden pheasant stayed on the branch for a few seconds, and then left.

Immediately afterwards, several more magpies flew in, and after a while of chirping in the tree, they flew farther into the tree.

The breeze blows, and several lilac, dark green, and peach-colored Qianlin vine flowers flutter on the branches of the big tree.

Ji Qingge led Di Jinxuan into the spacious and clean rock house, sat in the outer hall of the rock house, and tasted tea with an ancient bamboo tube teacup.

There is a square black stone in the rock house, and the stone surface is extremely smooth, which can reflect the figure of a person.

Ji Qingge smiled and said, "This rock house is warm in winter and cool in summer, and before I came to the bottom of the valley, many people came here to live in seclusion.

Almost all of the celebrities from Qi Jia have come. ”

Di Jinxuan bowed his head slightly, and said: "The celebrities in the world love to hide under Qijia Mountain. I knew about this as early as when I read "The Tale of Qijia" written by Master Sikong Taifu. ”

Hearing that Di Jinxuan also mentioned "The Tale of Qi Jia", Ji Qingge's eyes crossed a trace of joy. She stretched out her hand and pointed to the branches of the vines outside the Iwaya door, which were tightly intertwined with the branches of the trees. Road:

"The husband must know the beautiful legend of that big tree and the vine."

Di Jinxuan nodded slightly and responded, "Hmm." ”

As early as when she was still in Fengqiguo, Ji Qingge heard Mo Jiumei and Sister Xiu'er mention for her the origin of the place name of Qijia Mountain, and the story that the bottom of Qijia Valley was called 'Lover's Valley' by the world.

Legend has it that a long time ago, the ancient immortals who guarded the mountains of Qijia were the Qianlin flower fairy I Jiajunrou. She and the flowers blooming from the Qianlin vine, clear and beautiful.

Jia Junrou has been alone in the mountains for many years, and she also subdued the fierce beasts at the bottom of the valley, bringing peace and tranquility to the people of Qijiazhou.

Later, Jia Junrou was attracted by the hard-working and simple Qi Jia's native son i Qi Lin, who went to the mountains to chop firewood. At the risk of being removed from the immortal realm, she married Qi Lin in the mortal world.

They fell in love with each other for decades in the rock house at the bottom of the valley, and after they died, they also turned into big trees and vines, tightly intertwined.

Because of that beautiful legend, the bottom of Qijia Valley is called "Lover's Valley".

It is also mentioned in "The Tale of Qijia" that it is said that unmarried men and women go to the bottom of Qijia Valley to find a good relationship. Married couples come together, and they can also agree to love each other for three lives.

Ji Qingge smiled lightly and said, "Jinxuan, I didn't expect that as soon as you ascended the throne, you would let go of everything and come to the bottom of Qijia Valley to accompany me."

Thank you, Jinxuan! ”

She was glad that he had come to see her. What's more, he still came to such a poetic place to see her.

This is much more romantic than she imagined many times, and the imperial city and the ancient city of Qijia where they can reunite.

"I can meet, know, fall in love with you in the Xiyue Dynasty, and stay together. It is the greatest happiness of my life. I believe that the relationship between you and me will last forever. ”

After that, Ji Qingge picked up the bamboo teacup and smiled happily. looked at the big tree and the Qianlin vine outside the house, and then turned to look at Di Jinxuan. Road:

"Husband, let's replace wine with tea and drink this cup of wine."

Di Jinxuan's sword eyebrows raised slightly, and a trace of cunning flashed in his deep eyes. Said: "Little demon girl, do you want to leave me in the mountains to eat soft rice?" ”

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, and drank the wine.

Di Jinxuan stayed at the bottom of Qijia Valley and took care of Ji Qingge for nearly a month. It wasn't until her eyes regained normal vision that he took her with confidence and left the bottom of Qijia Valley.

As they left, they, like the gentlemen who had come to the Iwaya to live in seclusion, worshipped reverently in front of the big tree that had bloomed the vine flowers.

After worshipping, Di Jinxuan put the wooden sword he had sharpened in the canyon on the stone table of the rock house. On the hilt of the sword, there is the word "Yongnian".

Every gentleman who has been to the rock house at the bottom of the Qijia Valley will leave a commemorative object in the rock house. But it doesn't carve any handwriting or patterns around the rock house.

Still, you will meet people who are destined to be there, and you will be able to find people who have been to the rock house before through the objects you have left behind.

In the early morning of the second day when Di Jinxuan took Ji Qingge and left the bottom of Qijia Valley. Dressed in a white suit, Sikong Youlian led two personal entourages into the rock house.

He looked at the wooden sword that lay on the stone table, engraved with the word "Yongnian". A pair of narrow peach blossom eyes instantly revealed a look of joy.

Next to the wooden sword are a pair of delicate bamboo teacups. The word "Qi" and the word "Jia" are engraved on the body of the cup.

The delicate and elegant handwriting was something that Sikong Youlian had seen in Yan Fengxing's borrowed book, a book that recorded the method of antidote to poison.

He could confirm that the handwriting engraved on the teacup was Ji Qingge's handwriting.

Her eyes finally returned to normal vision. She must have recovered under the care of the man she loved.

If not, how could the emperor take her away?

Sikong Youlian took his reluctant gaze and withdrew it from the bamboo teacup with great difficulty. Then he took the bamboo handed by Ma Mengji, took out the tools he carried with him, and made a flute.

Holding a piece of bamboo in his hand, Sikong Youlian sawed out a section of it with his own hands, chose one end, and marked it. At a distance of about ten centimeters from the mark, it is marked as one.

He took out one of the sharpened iron rods and placed them in the stove where Mamengi was boiling water.

After the bamboo is marked and punched. Sikong Youpian took it in his hand and smiled happily.

Sitting in the rock house, Sikong played a song "Love the country and love the beauty more". That was when he was in Fengqi Country before, when he went to the Luoshui River, and after hearing Ji Qing sing to Di Jinxuan, he groped for the tune he played.

The melodious and tactful sound of the flute echoed at the bottom of the Qijia Valley. Gradually, drifting with the wind to the unknown distance.

Sikong Youlian closed his eyes slightly, and all that came to his mind was Ji Qingge's figure in a white dress, dancing lightly in the snow......

The song "Love the Country and Love the Beauty More Much" made Sikong Youlian play it several times. After dusk, he had to slowly put down the homemade flute in his hand and tie the wishful knot with his own hands at the small hole at the end...... Real lady online service, help you find books to chat with you, please micro / letter / search / search hot network article or rd444 waiting for you to tease~

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