Night, very deep, nearly five watches.

The moon, moving westward, sinks for three minutes.

The darkest part of the long night is before dawn. At the same time, this is also the time when people are most tired, not to mention tired.

"When I was a child, the nine babies were naughty......"

"We also have a puppy in our village, and it's also very horizontal. It's a big fat family, we all call him Xiaotian, but it's fierce......"

"I haven't left Yueyang City since I was sensible......"

"Our village is a very small ......"

"When you reach the top with Mei......"

"The ruthlessness of the knife master at that time scared me......"

“......”

But fortunately,

Fortunately, in this time of fatigue and fatigue, there is still a strong companionship.

After the love story was confided, the grievances and resentments in Peony's heart were exhausted. In the kitchen hall of the Jinglou, the "strong love and honey" that was boiling slowly began to heat up sharply. Warm tenderness, accompanied by whispering, overflowing around the small kitchen, caring for the budding love flower buds, gradually unfolding the petals...

It is the taste of happiness in dispelling fatigue.

Although it is affection boiled here, the two people who boiled in the soup base did not linger on anything out of the ordinary. But this eyebrows, between the words, no matter how you look at it, it seems so impatient...

It's too much to talk about.

Maybe it's because the time they have known each other is really too short.

I can see and hear that they are all in a hurry.

There are few embellishments between the lines, and the language is clearer and direct, without minus. It seems that they are all trying to fill their own memories into each other's minds in the shortest possible time. At the same time, take each other's past into your arms.

However, there are really too many things worth talking about...

From the memory of the two of them, until the day before the deserted village. From unforgettable events to small things such as big dogs giving birth to puppies, they have not been able to escape the mouths of the two, and have become small stories worth talking about.

So, where can this be said in a moment and a half?

"I can't say enough..."

"Are you sleepy?"

"But, you're not done yet..."

"Uh... If you really want to talk about it, I'm afraid you have to talk about it for a few days and nights. ”

"Why don't you wait until you wake up, and I'll tell you about it?"

“......”

I can't finish it, I can't finish it, the story is too long.

Several hills had been emptied, and pots and pans had been neatly arranged in cupboards. The blood of the ox was also wiped clean, and the wet water traces faintly reflected the shadows of the two paths, sitting together and looking at the moon. At this time, there is only the endless desire to talk and rest, and it is still wandering.

It's hard to rest, it's hard to rest, it's hard to rest, it's hard to rest, it's hard to rest...

The sky turned up a touch of fish belly and whiteness,

It's almost dawn.

It won't be long before those Confucian students who get up early will go into the building to read in the morning, and the canteen cooks and handymen will also arrive one after another. At that time, the tranquility in the kitchen will be swept away, and it will be difficult to tolerate this warm soil.

Therefore, if these two little lovers want to say that they are still resting, they will have to rest.

"Someone's coming..."

"Time flies. ”

"Let's go, I'll tell you more when I'm rested. ”

“......”

Nodding slightly, he agreed.

The big hand gently shook the small hand through the sleeve of the linen coat. took up two sneaky figures, left the small kitchen hall that warmed the two of them for a night, and walked out of the scripture building...

Facing the vitality of the morning, I touched the hiking trail...

The waves of this night, even if this is the end.

Green shirt dance, sackcloth whisk, a little relief of lovesickness.

How much sorrow is left?

Former hatred and later sorrows.

When do you have to take a break?

The shadow of the moon moves west, and the sun appears in the east.

The belly of the fish is white, and the reddish light shines on the remnant clouds.

"Giggle..."

Two small figures, sneakily, opened the bamboo door of the small bamboo house, and then closed it. The first rooster in the Tianshan Mountains resounded in the sky. That's right, it's the sky. A rooster crowed, and it made the mountains echo for a while, don't say that the sky sounds, even if he is the dragon roaring for nine days, it is not necessarily too much.

After the rooster crows, it's morning...

The warm twilight softly passed through the remnant clouds in the sky, and fell on the highest mountain in Yueyang.

The morning of the day is a little different from other hospitals. In general, it is more casual than other hospitals, a little less rigorous, but a little more self-disciplined.

The third sound of the rooster's crow, the buildings on the side of the mountain, the bamboo houses in the forest, one after another, there were some figures in gray robes and linen clothes walked out slowly. Or chanting in the sky, playing the piano in the empty valley, or playing a set of boxing techniques in the plank road, dancing a set of sword tricks, or holding a book and burying your head in the scripture building. There seems to be no law to follow, but it can be seen that everyone has their own set of daily rules in their hearts.

It's freewheeling, but not free.

"Drive!"

"Da-da..."

The bamboo door of the bamboo house on the top of the mountain, after it was closed, it was not long ...

At the foot of the mountain, outside the crossing, hundreds of zhang away, more than 100 horses that squatted all night were ridden away...

Riding it away was a man with a rough appearance, but he insisted on holding a blue and white paper fan in his hand. I saw him, one turned over on the horse, leaned forward and lay on the horse's back, pulling the reins is to throw out a whip, the painful horse suddenly roared, like an arrow out, is all the way south...

The horses were running fast, but the man driving the horses didn't seem to be in a hurry. When the horse was galloping, he was still in the mood to take out a meatloaf from his arms, take two bites, and have breakfast...

However, he does have reasons not to be in a hurry. Because, the place he is going to is not very far from Wentian Mountain, only dozens of miles away.

It's called the Iron Gate.

It's not,

The fast horse galloped all the way, crossed the alley, saw no one and rushed directly. In less than half a quarter, the meatloaf in the man's hand had just finished taking the last bite, and the horse had already slowed down its hooves and stopped in front of the Tingyu Lake, the southernmost lake in the west of the city.

Listen to the rain lake,

A place where all the literati who come to Yueyang to travel will visit here.

Because, it's beautiful.

The surface of Shili Lake is as flat as a mirror, there are white cranes flying in the middle of the lake, and there are fish and shrimp playing in the water by the lake. The willow bank is green, and with the turquoise lake, it seems to be a picture of the girl when she takes a bath, which is beautiful.

The morning light is shining.

Yueyang 3,000, the fifth courtyard in the row, the iron door. It was built on the right side of the lake. It occupies more than nine miles of space, sits along the lake, is narrow in front and wide in the back, and forms a fan-shaped. The front is the fan handle, the back is the fan surface, and the nine stone roads are the fan bones, and the eight courtyards in the fan surface are evenly divided, and the courtyard gate is connected.

"Royal..."

"Duh..."

The man who drove the horse, one of them turned over and fell under the horse, and trotted into the wide gate. Follow the granite paved road towards the courtyard in the middle, the diameter ...

"Huo!"

"Dancing butterflies!"

"Huo!"

"Figure it out!"

"Huo!"

"Flowers and Butterflies!"

"Huo!"

“......”

Bustling with people,

Spring butterflies and fan shadows dance together,

The aura blooms with the blue light.

Today, there are many idlers who stay in the iron door. Early in the morning, the disciples of the iron fan gate in each courtyard lined up in a square formation, and with the sound of the teaching master's exercises, they danced the iron fans and set up the shelves for morning exercises. Between movement and stillness, everyone's movements are almost the same, and even the aura that blooms on everyone's body is arranged in an orderly manner from high to low. From a distance, this is no different from the soldier drill in the iron-blooded military camp, it is full of sonorous atmosphere and killing rigidity.

"Da-da..."

"Butterflies and flowers!"

"Huo!"

“......”

Without stopping, the man trotted all the way with the shouts of the morning exercise, passed through the array of morning exercises, and came to the back garden of the central courtyard.

To say that it is a garden is actually a bit of a debasement of the elegance here. Because, this garden is beautiful...

The inexplicable flowers of various colors have been carefully transplanted throughout the garden. Colorful flowers, as if they are about to compete for beauty, bloom all over the garden, and the unusually spring is full of joy. And, on the left side of the garden, is the rippling blue waves listening to the rain of the small lake, listening to the rippling sound of the lake, watching the willows blowing on the shore, the same color of heaven and earth. If you look at the lake here, it's the most beautiful.

And, in fact, the owner here should think the same way.

"The master of the door. ”

On the shore, on the lawn, there is a square stone table that has been around for some years, with some pastries and breakfast and three cups of tea, and three people sit on each side of the stone table. The man was still more than a foot away from the stone table, so he stood up, respectfully clasped his hands into fists, and bowed to the man sitting on the main seat.

"Well..."

Gently shaking the feather fan,

The man who was called the master of the door was none other than him. It was the "blue star" that suddenly fell from the nine heavens on the mountain behind the deserted village the night before. Saying the words "wait and see", the three thousand men in Yueyang were shocked...

Fang Xin, the owner of the contemporary iron sash door.

He looked at the saluting man with heavy eyes and nodded, "Say it." ”

When the man heard this, he shook his fists: "Since the two of them entered the Jinglou in three watches, only the Lord of the Heavenly Pavilion has entered once, and it took less than half a quarter to go in, and he left alone with a bamboo basket." Until the fifth watch, the two walked out of the building and climbed to the top of the house. Other than that, there are no anomalies. ”

“......”

After finishing speaking, Fang Xin didn't reply, but just waved his fan lightly, signaling the person to retreat.

The man understood, bowed and saluted again. He bowed his waist and slowly retreated, until he took five steps before he straightened up, turned around and walked away quickly.

“......”

Until the man walked away, the woman who was sitting at Fang Xin's table asked lightly

"Old Du, what do you think about this?"

The woman was about fifty years old, dressed in green brocade and wearing an emerald green bracelet on her wrist. Black hair in a bun, mixed with a few strands of white silver. The moisturized skin can no longer cover a few crow's feet that appear from the corners of the eyes. However, it is not difficult to see that she must have had a bit of a look when she was young.

"Same view as yesterday. ”

Sitting between the two was the only elder. He, like the woman next to him, was invited by Fang Xin to come to Junzimen to "enjoy the lake". However, this pleasing did not seem so pleasing to the eye, and his eyes were more cloudy than before.

"Since he can rely on his divine sense, he can sacrifice a hundred and ten catties of stones to hurt people. Then, it must not be difficult to kill people with 4,000 copper coins in an instant. Therefore, the murderer on the top of the mountain is this Xia Xun. There's no doubt about that..."

As he spoke, Old Du's mood suddenly fluctuated slightly, and he glanced at the two people at the table lightly:

"It's just that, judging from the information given by the Rejuvenation Hall this morning, this matter is still a little strange. ”