The breeze blows in the sun-hidden mountains, and Wen Ye once again climbed the picturesque Jingshan, every scenery of Jingshan is as beautiful as in the past, but it is a pity that things are not a little more sad.

The pilgrims who enter the mountain Wanshou Temple will generally take the mountain road of Huacheng Temple, the road is paved with bluestone, and the sedan chair can also be passed after several generations of repairs, which is also the main road to the top of the mountain under the mountain. Starting from Shuangxi at the foot of the mountain, over the Yuanbao Ridge, is the reception temple of Jingshan Temple - Huacheng Temple.

Whether it is a dignitary or a literati and a scholar, where to climb the mountain to enter the incense must first go to the Huacheng Temple to stay for a night, the next morning to start the road, cross the Tongqiao over the mountain, all the way up to the two sides, on both sides of the green bamboo such as the belt, the mountain breeze blows slowly, then to the Tongqiao Pavilion of one of the five pavilions of Jingshan, and then all the way through the Jinshan Pavilion, the Banshan Pavilion, the Leng Pavilion, the Wangjiang Pavilion, and finally arrive at the ancient temple in the mountain.

There is also a suspended plank road leading to the half-mountain pavilion of Jingshan, this road winds and turns can only be walked by one person, both sides are steep cliffs, and the foot is flowing mountain spring stream, the scenery is charming and thrilling. Wen Ye would walk Tongqiao and Wuting into the mountain every time, but today she walked this aerial plank road in a hurry, which made her both excited and nervous.

"Master, hold on to my scabbard."

Wanzhao tore the saber from her waist and let Wen Ye grab it to prevent her from falling.

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak."

Wen Ye said this, and he had firmly grasped the scabbard in his hand. Clear Sky walked in front, making sure that every stone step under their feet was firmly stepped on, so that the evening light could follow.

"Miss, there is the Mid-Mountain Pavilion in front."

Wen Ye cautiously stepped on the last stone step and lightly jumped to the long-lost Banshan Pavilion. The reason why this pavilion is called the Banshan Pavilion is that there are two layers of meaning in it. First, this pavilion is the middle of the journey from Tongqiao to Wanshou Temple, that is, half; The other layer is that this place is the snow line of Jingshan, and the pavilion is snowy above the pavilion, and there is no snow below the pavilion, and this pavilion is the dividing line between alpine snow and flat frost.

"Evening shines on you! The scenery in this pavilion has not changed, it is still the same as it was three years ago. ”

Wen Ye sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, looking at every scenery around him from afar, facing the greenery in the mountains, a refreshing coolness came to his face, but he relieved some of the heat on his body.

The clear sky came back from the mountain spring water, and the group climbed for half an hour Wen Ye was still really thirsty, she took the water bag and drank a big sip, and handed it to the evening photo casually.

"It's so sweet, the spring in the mountains is clear and sweet, the royal brother likes it the most, every time I ...... it"

Wen Ye didn't say anything with her mouth half open, she usually hid those memories in her heart, but today she touched the scene and saw things and thought about people. Wanzhao took the water bag, the words of comfort came to her mouth and still did not say it, the pain of losing her loved ones could not be relieved in a few words, she sat quietly with Wen Ye, and let the breeze blow and the sun set.

"Master, do you remember? The first time you saw Mo Xiaohou here, it was this season. ”

Wen Yewan smiled, the sadness in her eyes was replaced by joy, how could she forget the young man who laughed wantonly. The mountains not far away were dyed golden by the setting sun, and Wen Ye's thoughts returned to that afternoon four years ago......

"Wanzhao, who is that person?"

The third princess, Chu Huanting, is still dressed in red today, with eyebrows like distant daisies and eyes like autumn water under the white veil, and a smile and a smile.

The female guard put her coat over her body and looked at the handsome young man in the pavilion.

"Back to the princess, that son is the little marquis of the Mo family."

"Which Mo family?"

Chu Huanting raised her eyebrows, turned around and peeked at the young man again, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, straight nose and thin lips, he was really fresh and refined, different. Wanzhao hesitated, but still said what she knew.

"This Mo family is the home of the Empress Dowager Mo, and the little Marquis Mo is the nephew of the Empress Dowager Mo."

"Mohiko? He's so good-looking, I like it so much. ”

Wan Zhao was secretly taken aback, how could these words come out of the mouth of the third princess. Let's not say that she is the third princess with a noble status, even everyone can't and won't say such embarrassing words, is this the spring heart sprout mentioned in the painting book?

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, he is the son of Chengyanghou, and he is the only heir of Chengyanghou, and he is the person on the tip of Empress Dowager's heart."

Chu Huanting pursed her mouth, she is also the top of the Queen Mother's heart, and no one understands her old man better than her when it comes to coaxing the Queen Mother.

"Wait and see, this palace has never missed!"

Wanzhao laughed out loud with a "poof", she believed this. The third princess would say this every time she couldn't put down something, but she had always been interested in pleasing antiques, calligraphy and paintings, or the newly opened delicacies in the capital, and this time she was actually a big living person.

"It's going to rain, I'm afraid I'll have to spend the night in the temple tonight."

Clear Sky's words interrupted Wen Ye's memories, and as soon as his words fell, a drizzle fell silently. Seeing that it is the beginning of summer, although there is shade in the mountains along the way, but the sunset is still a little spicy, the sultry weather has indicated that there will be a heavy rain coming, and now the rain is pouring into the dry heat in the mountains quickly dissipated, and it is suddenly cool.

"I'll go to the temple and borrow an umbrella."

Qingtian raised his feet and was about to leave, when Wanzhao reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Let Ming'er go, your injuries haven't healed yet, and it's not good if it's raining."

Qingtian stood in place with his eyes down, not knowing how to reply to her for a while, and the Ming guard on the side grinned, and was ordered to run to the top of the mountain in the rain.

A stick of incense, the tea guards took a few bamboo umbrellas, the group climbed the steps, the more to the top of the mountain, the more dense the clouds and mist, to the temple in front of the faint sound of the piano.

"There are people in the temple who play the qin, presumably pilgrims."

Wen Ye stopped and listened quietly, although the piano skills were a little rusty, but the mood of the person who listened to the sound of the piano was open-minded and tranquil, which was quite appropriate in this quiet Jingshan.

"Donors, please come with me."

The monks in the temple had been waiting for a long time, and welcomed everyone to a courtyard in the temple, where several meditation rooms and food were prepared for them.

"I'm tired."

Wen Ye bowed, and the monk bowed his head and withdrew from the courtyard. The Zen room is elegant and simple, Wen Ye is still in the same room as the evening photo, the two of them were already tired all the way, changed out of slightly damp clothes, ate some vegetarian cakes and porridge and fell asleep.

The Wanshou Temple of Jingshan is located between the five peaks of Jingshan, the ancient trees are towering all around, evergreen all the year round, the bamboo is stacked in front of the temple, the spring water is murmuring, it is magnificent, it is praised by the ink writers as "the white clouds penetrate the blue exquisite". After Emperor Yan succeeded to the throne, he had ordered people to renovate the temple, and now it is a brand new temple, the Buddha statue is solemn, the bell and drum are ringing, and the people who ask for praise on the incense are endless.

Wen Ye only got up at noon, and the smell of incense in the temple made her sleep extra peaceful, and Wanzhao brought her a meal and sat on the side to watch her eat.

"Master, let's have a rare trip, let's go back to Beijing early tomorrow morning."

Wanzhao took the dishes and chopsticks and handed them to the guards outside the door, and pulled Wen Ye out of the door.

"I had a good rest last night, and it's no problem to go down."

Wen Ye knew that she was worried that her body would not be able to bear it, although she also wanted to take a break, but the matter of Youzhou had to enter Beijing to tell Emperor Yan, and it would not be good to delay it any longer.

"Just listen to me, Qingkong has already sent a message to Sister Bixiao, I'll accompany you to walk around the temple!"

Wen Ye knew that in this matter, she couldn't twist Wan Zhao, Wan Zhao had always been close to his body, and since things had been arranged, she could only agree.

The two went to the front yard hall to offer incense, and then went to the main hall to see the host of the temple to express their gratitude for staying overnight last night, and the incense money had been donated early in the morning.

It rained overnight yesterday, and the air was exceptionally fresh after the rain, and Wen Ye looked at the mountains in the distance, and the stuffiness accumulated in his chest in the past few days had dissolved a lot. A burst of piano sound came from the west courtyard, and Wanzhao smiled evilly, pulling Wen Ye over to watch the excitement.

"Where are you taking me?"

Wen Ye was very puzzled, today's evening light was a little strange. Wanzhao grinned and pointed lightly to the courtyard.

"Look!"

I saw a pavilion in the courtyard, and a white-haired man sat in the pavilion, his slender fingers plucking the strings at will, and the melodious sound of the piano came out.

"Mohiko!"

Wen Ye looked at the person in the pavilion intently, and saw him raise his eyes to stop, the slight breeze was clustered, and the bamboo shadow was shallow.

"Third Miss?"

Wen Ye closed his gaze and walked into the pavilion, since it was not difficult to say hello when he met him, he would not rudely drive him away.

"Mo Gongzi."

Wen Ye smiled slightly and bowed, and Wanzhao smiled, and stood outside the pavilion with his head down.

"Why don't you call the little marquis?"

Mo Yan stroked the strings and plucked them casually, and looked up when she didn't answer. Wen Ye was slightly stunned, she didn't know how to answer him, she just didn't like to call him "Little Hou Ye", she didn't like it before.

"I had to call it that way in the palace before, but it's better to call Gongzi in private, and Gongzi Mo doesn't like this title?"

Mo Yan closed his gaze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth immediately returned to normal.

"Whatever you want, it's just a title."

"Little Marquis, who is this?"

Mr. Li came over with a delicate tea tray, looked up at the woman with the white veil covering her face in front of her, and he felt a little familiar with the strange woman, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"In Lower Qiongzhou, the third lady of the Wen family, you are polite."

Hearing this, Manager Li hurriedly invited her to sit down and drink tea together, and after the palace banquet that day, the Empress Dowager sent someone to pass the word, which was quite a match between the two, and he could be regarded as seeing me today.

"Then bother."

Wen Ye was so enthusiastic that she had to sit in the pavilion with a cheeky face, she really couldn't ask for this.

Mo Yan didn't say much as usual, boiled water to make tea, saw Wen Ye sit down, took another teacup and poured tea, and pushed it in front of Wen Ye.

"What do you want?"

"I ...... I didn't want to do anything, I just happened to come across it. ”

Wen Ye hesitated for a moment and looked like she was weak-hearted, she held the teacup with both hands and drank slowly, avoiding his sharp eyes,

"This tea is really delicious, the emerald green color, the leisurely fragrance, the sweetness of the silk, the blooming buds and leaves, "color, fragrance, taste, shape", it is really pleasing to the eye. ”

"Miss Wen San is an expert, this is Jingshan tea, our little marquis likes it the most, if you like to send it to the house."

Wen Ye smiled sweetly at Manager Li, which was regarded as a thank you to him, but as for the tea, she didn't dare to accept it at will.

Mo Yan saw that the two were talking happily, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to drink the tea soup in the tea cup.

"Tired, go back to the house."

Wen Ye pursed her mouth slightly and was displeased, she didn't know which words she had provoked him, this guy turned his face very quickly, but she still had to take care of etiquette.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Wen Ye bowed and retired, and Mo Yan got up and left.