Li Zhao and Liu Mingdao arrived in Pingnan Valley ten days later.

Along the way, Liu Mingdao bought Li Zhao a lot of books in the towns along the way, such as the six official histories, supernumerary strange chronicles, miscellaneous classics, etc., all of which were carried back to Li Zhao. He was afraid that Li would be tired from taking care of these scriptures and historical articles, so he bought a lot of legends and came back, so that she could relieve her fatigue in her spare time.

So much so that by the time we arrived at Pingnan Valley, half of the carriage was filled with books.

From the beginning it took a few hours to recognize an article, and then it took Li Zhao only five days to read through it quickly with ten lines at a glance. She seems to have gotten into the strength of a professional book in the past, even if it is late at night, she is still reading with the lamp.

The historical posture shows its charming side in the scroll, the surging years stretch for thousands of years, condensed into characters leaping on the paper, silently telling Li Zhao a legend.

It's noon, and it's a warm spring day.

At the foot of Pingnan Valley stands a tall archway, on which the lights are colorful, and there is already some celebratory atmosphere. However, outside the glamorous archway, there is still a distance from the main road, and you can vaguely see many children with yellow faces and thin muscles. They either hid behind trees and watched from afar, or they hid in the grass with only one pair of eyes exposed.

Liu Mingdao said that they were waiting for the birthday banquet.

After the birthday banquet begins, Pingnangu will send his disciples to send good porridge at the mountain gate for several days, and each person can receive one, and one can be regarded as several days' rations.

Li Zhao felt sad when he heard it, but he could only sigh when he was sad, powerless. This frustration has always haunted her and lingered.

The car drove not far from the big archway of Pingnan Valley and saw a road up the mountain. At the foot of the road were two wagons wide, paved with wide and neat bluestone slabs, presumably to prevent slipping, and the bluestone slabs had vertical stripes and wavy traces.

There was some ingenuity, Li Zhao's eyes swept over, and he thought subconsciously.

Although the bluestone slabs are stacked one after another, there is no sense of steps, and there is a deliberately left height difference in the middle, which is obviously suitable for carriages to go up the mountain. On both sides of the bluestone slab, there are huge flower pots, which are planted with tall green plants, which do not bloom, but because there are some red silk hanging on the branches, they are festive enough.

Next to the intersection stood two young men in round-necked green shirts, with childish faces, with a hanging leg on their heads, in the shape of literati, but holding spears to guard the mountain gate.

"Who?!" asked the young man on the right as the carriage approached.

Liu Mingdao took out the invitation from his arms and said, "Down is the dart master of the Daguang Dart Bureau." ”

"What about in the carriage?" the young man listened to Liu Mingdao's introduction, took the invitation and flipped through it, but did not let him go easily.

"The coach in the carriage is the cook of our dart team, and she is also in the invitation list. Yanagi pulled the curtain sideways and asked them to check.

Inside, Li Zhao was copying books, and when he saw them asking, he put down his pen and raised his eyes, and asked, "Do you need to check the inside of the carriage?" Or do you need me to get off?"

As soon as the young man met her eyes, his face turned red, and he hurriedly waved his hand, handed the invitation back to Liu Mingdao, and said, "Two of you, please come in." In recent days, there has been an increase in the number of displaced people at the foot of the mountain, so we have to guard the mountain gate more tightly, and we will be offended. ”

Yanagi said it was okay, smiled at him, and withdrew the invitation. Then he flicked his whip, and the horse carried the wagon up the hill with his hooves.

Li Zhao put away the pen and paper for copying the book, simply leaned sideways on the car window and looked out, and said while watching: "This Pingnan Valley is quite convenient. ”

The bluestone slab at the bottom can pass people and carriages. This level of meticulousness has never been seen in Li Zhao anywhere else, even if it is Qingfeng Valley where gold and jade build houses.

"This stone road was built by Pingnan Valley with a lot of money to invite the descendants of Qianqiaomen to build it by himself, in order to facilitate the departure of several ancestors in the valley. Liu Mingdao glanced at the ground and said. Baiyue

Every inch of land is gold, no exaggeration.

Pingnan Valley has a very high reputation among the literati, and there are countless banquets of various solar terms every year, not to mention the grand event in the banquet - the Winter Plum Banquet. If you want to feast the people of the world, you can't do it without huge financial and material resources, and the elegance of Pingnan Valley often represents a lot of money.

Then, he held the horsewhip and pointed to the potted plants on the side and continued to say to Li Zhao: "Not only the stone road under your feet, but also these plants, they are all from across the ocean, and it is estimated that they can live for more than a month." ”

"How does it compare to Qingfeng Valley?" Li Zhao asked with his chin resting on the window lattice, tilting his head sideways, and with some curiosity.

Liu Mingdao shook his head and said: "Qingfeng Valley is to write money on his face, and he does not dislike gold and silver at all, but Pingnan Valley is different, Pingnan Valley is particular about everything, but everything is on top of gold and jade. ”

In short, it is to stand and stand. Li Zhao smiled and concluded.

"What is standing and standing?" Liu Mingdao asked with a slight novelty at a few words, and couldn't help but look sideways.

Before Li Zhao could explain to him, he heard a familiar cry of joy suddenly coming from ahead.

"Zhaoniang!"

Liu Mingdao and Li Zhao followed the sound together, and sure enough, they saw Ruan Susu standing halfway up the mountain in front of her in red, waving at her.

"Sister Ruan~" Li Zhao waved his hand with a smile.

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they held hands affectionately and continued to walk all the way up the mountain, Liu Mingdao didn't bother them to catch up, so he drove straight up the mountain first.

"Is the poison really removed?" Ruan Susu was still a little surprised to hear Li Zhao dictate what he had experienced for more than a month. Although she had heard these things once, she had already heard them once in the letter sent back by Yanagi Dao.

"Well, although Song Wuxian's personality is uncertain, he did take me to Qingfeng Valley and asked Baili Shuang to remove the toxins from my body. Li Zhao sighed.

At first, she and Song Wuxian's relationship was her unilateral trembling, but later, although she relaxed her attitude, she never dared to take it lightly. Because she always knew that the loose and unharmed who was as obedient as a lamb in front of her was actually an executioner of very poor character on the outside.

Especially......

The reason why he was able to be healed was at the cost of killing someone unharmed.

"Hey, anyway, it's a blessing. Ruan Susu heard her sigh, and couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her arm, comforting.

"I still don't know who Song Wuxuan killed, which makes me always have a knot in my heart, and when I dream back at midnight, I always feel a little flustered. Li Zhao lowered his eyes and whispered.

Ruan Susu is a person who is used to seeing life and death, and she is also a person who has killed people with her own hands, so she and Liu Mingdao actually have the same attitude to a certain extent. After seeing Li Zhao's expression, she just patted Li Zhao's back instead, giving her a chance to think for herself.

The way up the hill wasn't too steep, but both walked slowly.

Along the way, there were disciples of Pingnan Valley who were setting up ladders to hang red lanterns on the pavilions on the mountainside, and their faces were full of joy.

There are only three days left until the birthday party.

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