In late spring and April, the peach blossoms contain dew, and the spring stream is green. When the water droplets jumping in the stream wet the white paper, the girl in the peach blossom shadow also cried. The peach forest in the afternoon is bright and quiet, and the sunshine is still warm when the crystal teardrops fall wantonly. The grass gas, the stream, and the tears, as soon as they are scalded by the warm and bright sun, will be steamed together, brewing into a diffuse spring wine, which is thick on the branches, swirling around the side, sad and lingering, and will not disperse for a long time. As if in an instant, the whole flower forest was drunk and quiet, the birds stopped chirping, the pink butterflies retracted their wings, and the falling flowers fell silently into the water, leaving only the irrepressible sad cry in the huge peach blossom forest.

Why did Ju Ying cry suddenly? The Four Seas Hall Master, who was close at hand, naturally knew it. I think that although she is a princess, she has always been unrestrained in front of herself, happy and gentle;

Speaking of which, he and Ju Ying are both smart people in ice and snow, and many things don't need to be explained, they have already understood and know each other. Between the two of them, they had already understood each other's intentions and made an appointment to come to the same hidden mountains and forests. It's a pity that although the oath is good, the times have shifted, and such a beautiful wish may not be able to become a reality for a while. Because, at present, the two of them, Ju Ying is in a time of drastic changes, the family and the country are in trouble, and the various sorrows and sufferings suffered are difficult for others to understand; although it has recently improved slightly, it is the suspicion of the lord and the young ministers, the undercurrent of the imperial court is surging, and the fate of the society is uncertain, in this case, as the backbone of the Manchu Dynasty ministers, she, the only surviving descendant of the emperor's descendant and nephew, "Princess Yongchang", naturally cannot be separated lightly. For Zhang Xingyan, although he is in the red dust, he is moral, and the bustling Vanity Fair like Luoyang, the capital teacher, will naturally not stay for long. Besides, there is a tree of cold plums in Luofu Mountain that he needs to take care of, that is, not to mention what kind of kindness and past there is between Xingyan and Mei Ling, for Ju Ying, she is also very pitiful to the cold woman, and then there was such a tragic deed of rushing to rescue, comparing her heart to her heart, she can't bind Xingyan with her own feelings no matter what.

And none of this is probably a big deal. What really lies in the girl's heart and never can be dismissed is still the fairy road between the two, and the height is different. Ju Ying is knowledgeable and reasonable, and does not take her noble identity to heart at all; although she is known as the world's first beauty, she is never proud of her beauty. She has always been afraid that she can't "clean the dust of a gentleman" with her "thin talent" and "accept the color to accept her intentions", but she is still "afraid of being sparse and not friendly". And more than ten days ago, when I saw the means of Xingyan to crack the ground and gather thunder by falling snow, I felt that it was "if you clear the road dust, if the concubine is turbid cement, the ups and downs are different, when will the meeting be harmonious"!

It is precisely because of these many concerns, with these indescribable girl's hearts, these days, during the day, they are forced to make a happy face, leading the ministers, seemingly infinite scenery, dominating the wind and clouds, but I don't know how many tears are wet on the pillow every night!

Therefore, just now in such a sunny spring scene, when I saw the white flocculent and the peach blossoms falling down and passing by, I suddenly touched the sadness of the scene, even if I was happy with my sweetheart in front of me, I couldn't suppress the heavy sorrow in my heart. When the boundary is crossed, tears welled up and cried into tears. This is exactly what it is:

Gather more attachments, far away from Sauvignon Blanc, the most is the desire to break the intestines, will not be goodbye!

At such a time, I heard the cry, and Xingyan also woke up. Looking at the girl who was crying like pear blossoms and rain, he was also frowning, and sighed:

"Crazy ......"

With a sigh, he reached over and took the choking girl into his arms and wrapped it tightly.

When she was taken into her arms, the sad and mournful Ju Ying suddenly realized, but she was a little embarrassed, tried to stop her grief, raised her face in her arms, and apologized to Xingyan with tears in her eyes:

"I'm sorry that I'm crying like this, I'm afraid I'm disturbing your mind about writing......"

Although she had tried to return to normal, she was still choked up by her words, and she couldn't contain her sadness. Especially at the end of the sentence, she turned her face sideways, and saw the water-filled fallen flowers on the stream, scattered and sparse, sparse and horizontal, and she was sad again, and she couldn't cry.

"Alas......"

Seeing her crying, he was silent, and waited until Ju Ying calmed down a little before he spoke gently and persuaded her.

For the emperor who knows poetry and books, Xingyan did not say this consolation directly, but sang a poem to her. Facing the spring stream of falling flowers and flowing water, facing the girl with lotus powder and dew, Xingyan stroked her hair, and Wen Yan told:

"Ju Ying, don't be sad, I know what is on your mind...... You don't have to worry. Well, I see that the falling flowers in the water are very poignant, and I miss a poem for you......"

"Well, okay......"

Sobbing and choking, Ju Ying responded, and said soberly:

"Ju Ying, look at the flower: look at the flower is clearly in the water, and there is no trace of the flower when you enter the water. It's better to pick real flowers by the water, and the flowers in the water are also in your hands......"

"Hmm......"

Hearing this poem, Ju Ying felt that it was quite meaningful, so she really stopped crying. After listening to a small poem similar to slang, nestled in the arms of her sweetheart, leaning on the pounding solid chest, Ju Ying opened her starry eyes, quietly looked at the flowers in the water, thoughtful, and speechless.

From this moment on, she and Xingyan have been maintaining this posture, no matter how many flying flowers and rain pass, the light moves westward, just quietly relying on each other, motionless. When the sun set and the forest became dark, they got up, dusted off the fallen flowers for each other, and left the pen, ink, calligraphy and paper that were also covered with a layer of petals, and went to the sea of flowers and grass to see the sunset of the falling flowers.

The cool evening breeze stirred Ju Ying's hair, and the bright red fell and dyed her cheeks red. Standing and snuggling, watching the long river fall, returning to the birds into the forest, and the vast smoke and haze in the sky; quietly relying on each other, until the moon on the east mountain, the dawn moon is like a hook, at this time the flowers blooming in the sea of flowers and grass have long been closed, the wild flowers all over the mountains converge into small bones, reflecting the moonlight in the east and the afterglow of the west sky, like the stars in the sky falling, the stars are dotted, in the vast space flickering together, becoming a sea of stars, in a trance, people can't tell whether they are on the ground, or in the sky.

It wasn't until late at night that the two returned to Lin Bei's study. This night and for the next few days, Zhang Xingyan will be reading books in the small building. The bright candle was hot, and the paper was cloudy, and then the princess condescended to accompany her, like a waiter, dialing the lamp and fanning, and adding fragrance to the red sleeves. The night is quiet, and if he is tired of writing, the princess will tell him confidant, or let him tell him some intimate jokes, that is, he will easily fly his noodles and powder his neck, but he will still persevere, and wait until he accidentally falls asleep every night. It is so lingering, the ears and temples are grinding, although it is confined to etiquette and not chaos, but it is also the soul of color, unforgettable, and upside down.

Ju Ying listened to his farewell, and did not think of it at all, so he led hundreds of civil and military officials to arrange a ceremony in the early morning of the next day, and went to the Lusha Yuan outside the city to bid farewell to this hero of Kuang Fu Shanhe.

When I said goodbye, it rained lightly in the morning, and the sky was as blue as blue after the sunshine. As the white clouds in the sky drifted slowly, the huge send-off procession on the ground gradually left the city. Flags and banners, canopy listed, if you don't know, you think it's the emperor out on patrol. The procession like a dragon and snake swam out ten miles, and when it approached the pavilion ten miles above the green sand plain, the huge team stopped at the order of the princess. In the smoke and dust of the post road, only two people traveled around and walked slowly to the pavilion side by side.

When he arrived at the hexagonal pavilion, in the thousand breezes blowing from the green sand plain, the Taoist hall master who was about to leave, looked at the girl who was holding back tears, and raised his sleeve to wipe a few overflowing tears for her, and said "Don't cry", so he took out a book, handed it to her eyes, and said to her:

"Ju Ying, this book is for you. ”

"Hmm...... Thank you!"

With tears in his eyes, he took the thin manuscript handed over, and Ju Ying couldn't see the handwriting on the cover clearly for the time being, so he listened to the rare solemn complaint of his sweetheart in front of him:

"Juying...... You are a registered disciple of the Sihai Hall in my Shangqing Sect. In the past few years, I have neglected to teach you. Fortunately, I have been free recently, so I wrote a book called "Smoke and Dust of the Fairy Road", which means smoke and dust and fairy road. In the book "Immortal Road", I wrote down my experience of asking for immortals in the past few years, and since then, you must refer to this book and practice diligently. ”

When the Four Seas Hall Master said this, his expression was very solemn:

"Ju Ying, according to my opinion, although you were born in the emperor's family, you have quite a fairy root. In recent months, I have gradually felt that the road is about to be completed, and the so-called 'immortality is the way, immortality is immortal' - Ju Ying, I am willing to live forever with you!"

“......”

Hearing the young man who was not in shape, he suddenly said such serious words, and the tears of the princess of Allure gradually brightened. When he raised his sleeves to hide his face and wiped away the scars, Ju Ying looked at the person standing in front of him again, and saw his sword eyebrows, a pair of clear eyes looking at him, his divine light was shining, and he was as bright as the stars in the sky. Suddenly, all Ju Ying's worries dissipated for a while, nodded vigorously at Xingyan, pulled his sleeves sideways, and replied solemnly:

"Well, I will obey the bishop!"

"Hoo ......"

"Good!"

Seeing her answer like this, the "Hall Master Zhang", who had just been old-fashioned and taut-skinned, suddenly felt relieved and let out a long breath. However, as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know what to think, so he quickly put on a straight face again, nodded his head honestly, and said solemnly:

"That's fine. However, Ju Ying, you must also know that the supreme avenue produced by my Zhang Xingyan is very rare! Since you are clear in jade bones, and you look at the mixed yuan avenue like me, you don't have to be like those old people in the mountains, and your cultivation can take a hundred years and ten years. In this way, I have agreed with you for a period of three years, and when the three years are over, no matter what, I will come to Luoyang to look for you, and if you fail to practice by then—"

Speaking of this, the serious Hall Master Zhang hesitated for a moment, scratched his head, and then said:

"At that time, no matter whether you succeed in your cultivation or not, I will take you back to Luofu Mountain Thousand Bird Cliff and personally guide you!"

Speaking of this, Xingyan suddenly couldn't hold back his face anymore, and suddenly showed a bright smile! And the girl who had been listening attentively was listening happily, smiling, and suddenly hearing Xingyan no longer speak, she raised her head, and a pair of starry eyes just met the two scorching gazes—only for a while, the peerless princess of Allure suddenly had a flying face, and a pretty face was just like the pink peach blossoms blooming in the Jingyang Palace, scorching its beauty. It's just that although her face is full of red clouds, she still tries to raise her head, and remembers to answer:

"Okay......

After that, the full of don't bosom swelled up, and he no longer cared about the thousands of eyes behind him, leaned over, and gently leaned on Xingyan's chest, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed out of those spring eyes, flowing silently along his cheeks...... At this time, seeing the noble princess snuggling in front of the young Daozi, the farewell procession behind like a dragon knelt backwards from the front. After a while, everyone knelt in the dust one after another, throwing their bodies to the ground, not daring to raise their heads. At this moment, the spring breeze and green Shayuan, ten miles away from the pavilion, the wind and dust are settled, Zhang Xingyan felt the lingering attachment and warm heat of the girl in front of him, and when he moved away, he finally turned around and drifted away from her. Since then, in the willow-colored smoke, in the large smoke scene, I have been walking a long way, and I can still hear a wisp of reluctance singing from behind:

"Sadness, sadness, parting, Lemo, Lexi, new acquaintance, no longer morninglight, thinking about Yuyu Palace, listening to Peihuan without a trace, there is a heart biased towards the song seat, how many infatuations, years and years, remembering tonight together......"

(To be continued)