Chun Yu galloped a few horses, and when he arrived at Liuli Station, it was already nightfall. He tied his horses and carried them up the hill with his iron.

On this day and a half, a bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the mountains and forests clearly. Chun Yuji thought to himself, the reading platform here was also a scene in the early years, although it is deserted now, but the path up the mountain should be able to be found. So I looked around at the foot of the mountain, and sure enough, I found some stone steps made of bluestone slabs on the ground, intermittently, refracting the clear light of the stars in the moonlight, winding up.

Chun Yu tightened his backpack, followed the bluestone path, climbed the branches to the mountain, climbed for a long time, and came to a hillside.

A pavilion was built on this hillside, but now it is decadent, and there are some broken stone steps and broken tiles scattered on the ground, and there is a rock behind it, and the words "Apricot Altar" are engraved in the south-facing place.

Youzi, named Youruo, one of the seventy-two disciples of Confucius. "Historical Records: The Biography of Zhongni's Disciples" records: "Confucius did not exist, but the disciples longed for it, and they looked like Confucius, and the disciples stood together as teachers, and the teachers were like masters." This means that after the death of Confucius, the disciples longed for Confucius, and if they looked very much like Confucius, they were elected by the disciples as a teacher and served him as a teacher.

Because of this story, the place where Youzi gave a lecture was also called "Apricot Altar", and later generations said that it became a reading platform.

After a few thoughts, this should be what people call the reading desk. My aunt brought me here, and there must have been something left for me. But where can this barren mountain and wild mountain be hidden? So I walked around the remnants of the pavilion, and shaved a few times with iron, and the soil was hard, not like a place where things could be buried. He felt that he had probably overlooked some detail, and carefully recalled the scene depicted in the painting that his aunt had left him, of a scholar sitting under a willow tree reading a book.

He looked around, there were no willow trees on the hillside, and he remembered what the innkeeper said that day, in ancient times, there were willow trees here, and the so-called "I used to be in the past, and the willows were still there." Later, wars were frequent, and the ancient trees were also cut down, leaving only the name of "Liuli". However, there is both a willow and a reading table, which should be no different from the scene in my aunt's painting.

A bright moon hung high in the deep night sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water. The wind swept through the treetops, and the mottled shadows fell, swaying, like ripples.

Chun Yuji found a stone slab and sat down, wondering where his aunt would bury her things. Unconsciously, a faint haze appeared all around.

The night was full, and suddenly, there were a few "goo, goo" owl calls in the silent mountain forest, and he was horrified when he heard it, and cried on the ground: "Auntie, nephew is not filial." "The owl bird, the ancients were known as the wicked or the rebellious.

Chun Yu knelt on the ground for a few long years, and gradually, he entered meditation, and I don't know how long it took, and the word "Yan" suddenly popped out of his mind. "It's my aunt's name, and it says in the lower right corner of the painting." He was a little confused, how could he think of this.

"Yan, water is also. Is this also my aunt's prompting me? A thought popped into his mind, and he involuntarily stood up and looked around.

"Scholar's right front." He searched in that direction, and after walking more than a hundred steps, he saw a shallow ditch on the ground, and there were many pebbles in it. "It's a dry mountain stream." He walked further down the shallow ditch and found a depression that was supposed to have been a pond before.

He trampled on the soil of the depression, which was much softer than elsewhere, and then he swung his iron and dug up, and after digging for a short time, he heard a crunching sound. His heart trembled, and he quickly squatted down and slowly peeled off the floating soil with an iron fist, and soon, half of the bulging clay pot was exposed in the soil, which had been smashed by him.

This is the treasure left by my aunt. He choked back tears and sighed, "Auntie, you think of me too smartly. ”

After a long time, he calmed down, took a deep breath, and then slowly unsealed the dry mud of the clay pot, reached in and stirred it, and heard the sound of copper coins clattering with bells.

"How much money is there?" He muttered to himself.

"Five hundred thousand." A calm voice came from behind him.

Chun Yu jumped up in horror, the soles of his feet slipped in a hurry, his body leaned and fell into the pit, and he heard a slight exclamation in a trance.

His reaction was still alert, and he instantly turned over and jumped up with one hand, took advantage of the situation to retrieve the Qingyu sword placed on the edge of the pit, formed a lunge with his legs, held the scabbard in his left hand, and put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, looking straight ahead, ready to unsheath the sword at any time.

In the moonlight, a stout figure stood in front of him. He blinked, calmed down, and recognized that it was Fan Minh You, the general of Duliao, standing in front of him.

"General Fan, you, why are you here?" Chun Yu never thought that Fan Mingyou would appear here, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"What about you, why are you here?" Pham Minh Woo put his hands behind his back and smiled.

Chun Yuji stared at him warily, and seeing that he was not hostile, he withdrew his hand from the hilt of his sword. Hearing him ask this, he was also confused, completely forgetting that he was the protagonist here.

"Don't embarrass him." A clear female voice came with the wind.

Chun Yu only settled down a little in a few directions, but at this time, there was like a thunderclap in his ears, and his head was buzzing.

"Qihua?" He struggled to compose himself and shouted tentatively.

A beautiful figure turned out from behind Fan Minh You.

"Qihua." He couldn't believe his eyes, his heart fluttered wildly, and he shouted again.

Chun Yu looked at Qihua in a daze. The scene of seeing Qihua that morning a month and a half ago has always been engraved in his mind. A pretty girl, with her mouth pouted and squinting at him with a pair of charming eyes, looked at him with a smile. After that day, they went together, and he liked this bright and gentle girl more and more, and several times dreamed that Qihua had left him, and suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. That day, Qihua fell off the cliff, and his heart ached like a knife. They have never stayed together, but they have parted, reunited in their dreams several times, and woke up with tears streaming down their faces.

Now, Qi Hua really stood in front of him. However, a question surfaced in his heart.

"Why are you here? Are you too, from Huo Mansion? Qihua has always been the warmest and softest place in his heart, and as soon as the words came out, he regretted it.

Under the clear moonlight, Qihua looked at him with tears in his eyes, and there was a trace of resentment in his eyes. Chun Yuji's heart suddenly twitched, and he closed his eyes in pain.

"Qihua is a good girl, don't blame her." Pham Minh Woo said.

"Qihua is the orphan of one of my dear comrades. I originally asked her to monitor the Huo Mansion messenger in Shuofang Taishou Mansion, but then there was an accident, you know, and Qihua will follow you. She never wanted to hurt you. Something happened in between, and it has nothing to do with it, and she's always guarding you. Moreover, if it weren't for his help, you wouldn't have been able to reach Chang'an at all. ”

"I know." Chun Yu said a few words, and looked at Qihua stupidly. He no longer cares about Qihua's past, he only knows that if he leaves Qihua, his heart will be broken.

Pham Minh Woo smiled with relief and turned his gaze to Qi Hua.

Qihua turned sideways and looked into the distance with his hands in his hands, as if he hadn't heard what they were saying at all. A fluffy squirrel poked its head out of the treetops, its dark eyes rolling around, and saw its smiling face with tears hanging from it.

"How did you find here?" Pham Minh asked amicably.

"Under the willows, reading, where the water walks." Chun Yuji smiled bitterly: "My aunt thinks too smartly. ”

"You can understand the meaning of the painting, and you can live up to your aunt's painstaking efforts." Fan Mingyou glanced at the crockpots again and sighed: "I'm afraid there are dozens of such crockpots." Your aunt buried these treasures back then, and I don't know how much effort it took to bury them. ”

"Yes, it took my aunt I don't know how many nights it took to move the 500,000 yuan to the mountain little by little and bury it underground." Chun Yuji seemed to see his aunt carrying a money bag on her shoulder, climbing a tree branch with her hands, and going up the mountain step by step.

"Fu Chuan is also in here, right?" Fan Minh You stared at the crockpot and blurted out.