So, the group of women also glanced at Nan Jian with a very contemptuous expression, "Whew!" they all shook their heads, sighed, and parted unhappily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Seeing this, Nan Jian also felt quite bored, so he was also ready to go.

However, when he looked around, there was only a road at the foot of the mountain, and he did not know where he should go now. However, he thought that he should now follow what Qiu Wuzhi said, first go to Matou City to find his eighth-generation ancestor, Nanhai Long, and figure things out before making his next move.

And on the right hand side of this road is the direction in which the women and the farmer walked just now, and of course he will not choose to go out of the mountain in this direction, otherwise it will be embarrassing to meet them. Therefore, he had no choice but to go against them.

Walking along the small mountain road at the foot of the mountain, it is also cool and comfortable, and the mountain breeze comes slowly, the birds in the forest are singing one after another, and there are streams and springs flowing endlessly, which makes Nanjian feel refreshed and very comfortable all the way. It's just that he is worried about Ren Siyun's whereabouts and safety, but it makes him worried.

As he walked unconsciously, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when he looked back, he was astonished, and saw the white horse walking obediently behind him as if he knew him. Seeing this, he stopped, "Hey!" He called several times in succession, "Whose horse is this!Hey, whose horse is this......" He barked for a while, and the only answer to him was the echo of the emptiness in the mountains and forests.

So he drove the horse away, and did not let him follow him, "go, go, go," he said, waving his hands, as if driving cats and dogs, "don't follow me...... and so he drove him seventy or eighty paces away, and the horse looked innocent, and was pitifully driven back by him.

But as soon as he turned around, the horse turned and ran after him, and in this way he was deeply distressed, "what a nasty horse!" he said, "you must stick to me in whatever you do, go, go, go!" He hurried a few more paces, and the horse still took a few steps back. In this way, he and the horse tossed and turned on the mountain road for nearly two hours.

Seeing that it was getting late, and that there was still no one to collect the horse, he relented and said, "Well, I see that you are also a horse that no one has taken away, so I will do a good deed and adopt you for the time being, and when someone finds you, I will explain the reason to him, and then hand you over to your heartless master." ”

So saying, he picked up the reins on the ground, climbed the saddle, stepped on the stirrups, turned over and rode on the horseback, and sat down on the saddle, which was very comfortable and comfortable, as if the size was tailor-made, and very comfortable. Therefore, he sighed, "That's good, with this horse, I can find my Yun'er faster!"

So he sat down on his horse, and let the horse carry it out of the woods, and crossed a small stone arch bridge by a brook. At this time, the twilight is still there, the mountains are empty, but I see the villages in the distance, the houses of three or three, the chimneys are already smoking; after crossing the small bridge, there is a noisy wave in front, Nanjian looks at it, it turns out to be an endless lake. But I saw that at the foot of the green mountain, there was a family on the shore of the lake.

The wood-door of this house is empty, the attic is elegant, there are some flowers of various colors planted in the open space outside the court, and the yard is also very elegant and tidy; however, there are no chickens and dogs, and there are no cattle and sheep, so it seems to be too deserted.

As he was watching, he did not expect that the horse had already carried him across the small bridge of this house, and kicked open the wood door with his front hooves, as if he had walked into his own yard; when Nan Jian woke up and grabbed the horse's stiff rope, it was too late! The horse had already reached the middle of the courtyard, and he snorted very happily, as if he was calling for his mother's child!

Seeing this, Nan Jian was startled, hurriedly turned over and dismounted, thinking that this beast is so reckless, no wonder your master doesn't want you, don't wait for me to say hello outside the village gate, you are good, don't treat yourself as an outsider, as generous and casual as walking into your own courtyard gate, but others are very old-fashioned!

At this moment, there was an exclamation from a delicate woman in the room, "Nan Lang!" When Nan Jian turned around, he saw a beautiful lady running towards him when the door of the house was open; Her eyes were as pure as the moon in autumn, but between the curved willow eyebrows, there was a wave of melancholy like smoke and mist. Her cheeks are pointed, white and tender as jade, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she has a pair of shallow dimples. It seems that every smile and every cheek is full of affection.

When she saw Nan Jian, she was like seeing her beloved lover, her eyes were full of tears, her heart was stirring, and the surprise jumped on her face, but Nan Jian had never been able to give her that gentle hug. But Nan Jian's face was only frightened and guilty, and he was afraid that the hostess would come forward and give him a slap, and ask him: "It's rude, trespass on a private house!"

"I'm sorry, lady," Nan Jian said after a long time, "my horse has gone wrong and is out of control!"

Seeing this, the other party immediately pounced on him, hugged him, and fell into his arms and whispered and laughed: "Nanlang, you are still talking so improper!"

When Nan Jian heard this, he was dumbfounded, he looked at the sky, it was not too late, it should not be, it was time to see people clearly! Therefore, he carried the woman's fragrant shoulder, trying to pull her up from his chest, so that she could see clearly how huge and absurd her misunderstanding was, "This lady," he looked around in panic, for fear that passers-by would see this scene in front of him, and he said anxiously, "You misunderstood, you misunderstood!"

The other party laughed even more happily in his arms, "This son!" she whispered, "I just like this misunderstanding, this feeling is romantic, so happy, I'm so happy!" Obviously, from her words, not to mention Nanjian, even the white horse behind him could hear it, her mood was really good, she was really intoxicated at the moment!

And Nan Jian suddenly thought at this time, could it be that this woman in his arms was the marriage that Qiu Wu idiot and Qingfeng Zhenren Bu Xingyun said, the marriage he was going to face?" "If it really is, that's right!" he said in his heart, "This time, I have to make it clear to her, and I can save misunderstandings and save my beloved Yun'er from being sad alone!" Thinking of this, he looked at the side of the house, the sparkling lake in the afterglow of the sunset, and suddenly felt a feeling, so he said leisurely: "The sunset is beautiful on the lake, and the fishing boats are ...... with golden scales."

"The autumn frost and geese are empty, and Sijun Lake is alone and haggard!" Unexpectedly, this woman took the following smoothly.

Nan Jian was taken aback, and thought to himself that you were still a versatile woman, "Hey, the lady is so eloquent," he said, "This poem has been picked up by you, and it is very colorful." ”

So she looked up from his chest, "Nanlang!" she said, "I remember a more beautiful word than that!"

"Oh, what song does it impress you so much?" he asked.

So, she leisurely recited the poem that she felt when Nanren and her were separated on the shore of Sijun Lake: "The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao and the yellow flowers are thin, and after the people go to dusk, the ground is full of sorrow! Cangshan is leisurely don't be worried, Mo Shang sends you away, tears and rain fly; Sijun Lakeside waves surge, the end of the world is alone and haggard! Spring comes to the garden full of gorgeous flowers, lonely and no mood, the good times are in vain! The sunset goes with the clouds leisurely, the autumn wind outside the threshold is cold, the stars are lonely, and the jackdaws are helpless!"

Hearing this, the woman burst into tears, but Nan Jian suddenly thought strongly about Ren Siyun's safety! )