In the courtyard of Hengwu Courtyard, a lot of chrysanthemums are planted, and they are blooming just right.

After Jun Tianlan drank the antidote, his body recovered quickly, and within two days, he took the long sword and practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Shen Miaoyan sat on the swing frame, quietly watching his hair meticulously tied up, wearing a black narrow-sleeved suit, with a thin waist and strong long legs, dancing a sword in the courtyard.

Although she couldn't understand this set of swordsmanship, she also knew that the national teacher's kung fu was excellent, dancing like this, like a dragon flipping and moving, with a unique momentum.

The Danfeng eyes that occasionally reflected on Xue Liangjian's body, although calm, faintly revealed anger.

She grabbed the swing frame in one hand, held a golden osmanthus in the other, and smelled the sweet fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

She thought about it, a bowl-sized chrysanthemum came to her face, she subconsciously caught it, the man put away the sword, and stood in the wind with an expressionless face: "I'm going to attend the chrysanthemum banquet in Chongyang Palace tomorrow, and I'll rest early tonight." ”

She said hello and picked up the chrysanthemum, and the man turned and entered the room with a calm face.

She touched the overlapping stamens, her amber eyes full of thought.

Following.

Shen Miaoyan was wearing new clothes, the skirt was white, and a willow yellow gown was worn outside, and a lifelike double-petaled white chrysanthemum was embroidered behind the gown, and a dark waist seal was tied around the waist, which looked particularly sweet and cute.

After thinking about it, she took out two golden bells with small tassels from the box, saying that they matched the clothes.

Jun Tianlan, who was waiting outside Hengwu Courtyard, heard the sound of the bell behind him, turned around, and saw the little girl walking out with a piece of passion cake, looking innocent.

The ruddy little mouth kept eating, he looked at it, remembered the temperature of the small mouth, and his eyes deepened a little.

This little girl is much older than when she first came to the house.

Such a beautiful and well-behaved, if you take it out, I don't know if it will be remembered by others.

He thought, reaching out and taking one of her wrists, "Let's go." ”

Shen Miaoyan didn't know what he was thinking, so he just obediently followed out.

Today, the market is very lively.

The carriage of the National Teacher's Mansion drove through the crowd and all the way to the suburbs.

Chongyang Palace is built on the top of Ziyang Mountain in the suburbs, and it is more than an hour's drive from here.

Shen Miaoyan finished eating the passion cake in the car, licked his fingers clean, and turned his head to look at Jun Tianlan, but seeing that he closed his eyes and recuperated, he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

She picked up the tea and took a sip, a person like the national teacher who must repay him, today, he will probably attack the prince of the Great Friday, right?

But the five princes represent the Great Zhou, and the national teacher represents the Chu state, and now that the Chu country is weak, Chu Yunjian will not allow the national teacher to confront the five princes in order to maintain the peace of the country.

After drinking the hot tea, she put her hands on her cheeks, looked at Jun Tianlan with an expressionless face, and sighed softly, only to feel that she was more worried about these things than him.

At this time, at the foot of Ziyang Mountain, it was much more lively than usual.

In addition to the dignitaries and nobles in the capital who came to participate in the chrysanthemum banquet of Chongyang Palace, the rest of the people also came to join in the fun, and countless vendors set up shelves, selling steamed cakes with noodles, boiled peanuts, roasted sweet potatoes, pomegranate persimmons, chestnut grapes, brocade flowers and other things.

On the steamed cake sprinkled with 100 fruits, there is a statue of the lion barbarian king made of flour balls, which attracted the attention of many children, and they watched and laughed.

The people came and went in new clothes, and the scene of prosperity and peace was nothing more than that.

Shen Miaoyan leaned on the edge of the car window and watched, salivating over the food, and wanted to go over to buy it after getting out of the car, but was carried up the mountain by Jun Tianlan.

She glanced at the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, so long and so high, that it would take a long time to climb up.

Thinking so, he refused to go up the mountain, saying that he would buy a handful of peanuts and eat them on the road.

Jun Tianlan quarreled with her for a while, but he couldn't force her, so he had to take her to buy peanuts first.

After half an hour, Shen Miaoyan was out of breath, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is flat, planted with golden chrysanthemums, and at a glance, it looks like an ocean, with golden ripples in the autumn sun, which is beautiful.

And in the middle of the sea of flowers, there stands a splendid palace, with vermilion walls and blue tiles, and a plaque of "Chongyang Palace" hanging high, which is extremely dazzling.

The beautiful palace maids dressed in uniform palace clothes, holding red lacquer trays with twigs, meander up the wooden hanging ladder outside the hall.

On the upper floor of the palace, the sound of chimes and music is very grand and formal.

An arch bridge suspended from the palace gate to the stone steps, Jun Tianlan shook Shen Miaoyan's hand, and was about to go up, she covered her stomach and frowned: "National teacher, I seem to have eaten a bad stomach!" There is rotten ...... in that peanut."

Jun Tianlan glanced at her expressionlessly, and Shen Miaoyan shrank back, looking innocent.

He really couldn't, so he had to call a palace maid and ask her to take her to the West Pavilion (ancient bathroom) for convenience, and went up by himself.

The west pavilion here is also built luxuriously and exquisitely, with incense burning, dressers, dressing rooms, beds, tables and chairs, etc., and those who don't know it think that they have arrived at the boudoir of a young lady.

Shen Miaoyan finished speaking, straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, and followed the palace maid out.

I didn't go far, but I saw a noble son in the woods next to him, who was coming slowly.

He was born extremely beautiful, with a green silk hairpin and an ebony hairpin, white clothes and snow, and a golden dragon belt around his waist.

He stepped out of the mountain forest, stopped in front of a cluster of snow-built jade-like Yaotai imperial phoenix chrysanthemums, lowered his danfeng eyes, and wiped the petals with his fingertips, as if he was pitying.

The thin lips opened slightly, and the timbre was tactful and pure like broken jade knocking ice: "There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, love and parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go." You, Yaotai Yufeng, were born as flowers, compared with people, I don't know what troubles you have? Do you complain that you were born in the mountains and forests and no one appreciates it, or do you complain that the autumn wind ruthlessly urges you to decline? ”

Shen Miaoyan stared at him blankly, this good-looking man was talking to a bunch of flowers?

The man muttered to the flowers for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched off the big bowl, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "In this case, I will take you to the Chongyang Palace banquet, and let you enjoy the excitement of the world, it is not in vain that you came to this world for nothing." ”

After that, he slowly raised his hand and put the Yaotai royal phoenix hairpin on his sideburns.

gestures, but there is no smell of fat powder.

The autumn wind blew his snow-white sleeves and robe, and he looked into the mountains in the distance.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world, but that's it.

The palace maid and Shen Miaoyan who led the way were all demented, and they couldn't move under their feet.

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