For these scholars, climbing Mount Hua is just a scenery on the journey to take the exam.

It’s not the same when to climb up and when to reach the top of the mountain, why do you have to choose the one that is late at night to climb the mountain?

Although there is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, it is no problem to borrow a place to spend the night after a little preparation.

But if it gets dark halfway through the road, it will inevitably be full of dangers.

Maybe you will fall into the abyss with one foot.

A gentleman does not set up a dangerous wall, but they are all candidates who take the exam. They may become high-ranking officials in the future, so there is no need to take risks.

"No, at worst I can spend one night on the mountain."

"I heard that the Three Holy Mother often shows her holy spirits, and maybe I will meet her when I go up the mountain at night."

"When I can chat with the Three Holy Mothers for a few words, I may not be able to win favor."

After listening to his companion's words, the scholar replied with a smile.

He knew that his companions would definitely not go with him.

The dangers of Mount Hua are shocking during the day, let alone at night.

These people also want to become famous in high school and return home in glory, so they cherish their health very much.

Moreover, they have no immortal fate, how could they know the fun of marrying a fairy?

But I am different!

"Brother Liu has an idea, so we won't accompany Brother Liu to avoid disturbing Brother Liu's dream come true."

After hearing the scholar's words, several companions replied with a laugh.

No one takes the scholar's words seriously, or even secretly sarcastic in his heart.

If this person climbs Mount Hua at night, he can meet the Three Holy Mothers. If he can still win favor, can the Three Holy Mothers be busy?

Don’t let the Three Holy Mothers fail to meet and even lose their lives, it will become a joke.

So they didn't plan to go to the mountain to suffer at night, so they separated from the scholar named Liu and planned to go to Mount Hua tomorrow morning.

Lu Yi rode his horse to the city, and then waited for Mr. Yang's reply.

The clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are circulating, and the silver man is experiencing darkness.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, I am willing to look at the road back from the magpie bridge.

If the love between the two is long, how can it last day and night?

After returning to his small yard, Lu Yi found that he had not calmed down.

I cooked something and ate it, and read a book, but I couldn't concentrate.

In my mind, Yang Yuanzhen's every frown and smile.

The experience of the two traveling to Huashan together was resurfacing in his mind.

But if you ask him what impression he had of the Holy Mother Temple on the top of the mountain, he had no impression of him at this moment.

Oh no, this is a feeling of heart!

I have been here for three years, and I have been single for many years before traveling through time. This is the first time I have been doing this because of the opposite sex.

Before traveling through time, I knew that women who are too beautiful are usually not my turn, so I didn’t have much extravagant desires. But now, there are great opportunities. Can he not lose his composure?

Lu Yi sighed, then took out a piece of paper and wrote a lyric on it.

The handwriting is very elegant and elegant, which is also the achievement he achieved after traveling through time.

Only by having good calligraphy skills can you participate in the imperial examination.

Of course, the words he wrote were not written by himself, but were just moved.

"I don't know what the result will be."

After writing this poem, Lu Yi spread his pen, washed it and prepared to rest.

If you want to know what Yang Yuanzhen’s impression of him, you can only wait for Mr. Yang to come and ask. It’s useless to think too much.

It was only after going to bed that Lu Yi realized that he was probably sick at this moment and could not sleep at all.

When I opened my eyes, I saw it was Yang Yuanzhen, and when I saw it with my eyes closed, I was also Yang Yuanzhen.

He simply stopped sleeping, looked at the sword with a light and danced in the yard.

I couldn't lift up any of the strength I had been trying to get, and then I rinsed it with cold water before I fell asleep.

"Huh? Is there anyone here so late?"

On the other hand, Yang Yuanzhen couldn't help but laugh when she remembered Lu Yi's performance during the day.

That guy, what he performed in front of him before, was very different from what he performed during the day.

When I see him tomorrow, should I tease him with this?

At this moment, she couldn't help frowning when she heard someone coming to Huashan late at night outside.

To be honest, she never had any good feelings for those who went to Mount Hua at night without fear of death.

If you want to see the beautiful scenery of Mount Hua, you can get up early and go up the mountain in advance. Why do you choose to go up Mount Hua at night?

However, when she heard someone coming to her temple, she did not return to her statue, but hid aside.

She wanted to see who was going to Mount Hua at night.

The one who came in was a scholar, who was pretty good.

However, compared with Lu Yi, it is far behind in terms of temperament and appearance.

Now when she sees a young man, she can't help but compare Lu Yi.

In comparison, she prefers Lu Yi.

"I'm just aware that I'm traveling in a fairyland, and my face is extremely ashamed. Liu Lang's heart is broken, and I'm only looking for her in my dream."

What surprised Yang Yuanzhen even more was that after the scholar came in, he asked for some blessings to the Spring High School.

Then, he stood there and stared at his statue in a daze.

After the formation, I don’t know where he found the pen and wrote such a poem on the wall next to him.

Seeing this poem, Yang Yuanzhen felt that it was not very good at first.

After all, she has been with Lu Yi during this period, and she has heard many poems from Lu Yi that are much better than this.

Just this limerick poem in front of me is not only not very good, but also very erotic.

Just as he watched, Yang Yuanzhen felt from this limerick that the scholar who was leaving the temple was sincere to him and could be a good match.

I even almost forgot the person who was moved secretly, and I was about to get up to chase the scholar who left.

"Three Virgins! Three Virgins!"

"This is something that Mr. Lu lost during the day. Do you want to put it away?"

At this moment, her maid walked in from the side and woke up Yang Yuanzhen who was stunned.

The maid was holding something that Lu Yi leaked from the top of the mountain during the day, but Lu Yi himself did not notice it, and Yang Yuanzhen did not notice it either.

The maid discovered this thing when she was patrolling the mountain.

"Uh... just give it to me."

After hearing what the maid said, Yang Yuanzhen only realized this time.

Something seemed wrong just now!

Even though I was clearly moved by Lu Yi, how could I be moved by another scholar who was not as good as Lu Yi?

Thinking of this, Yang Yuanzhen took his own treasure lotus lantern and shone it on him.

She is not a person with a water-like poplar flower, so how could she be moved by an ordinary scholar because of an ordinary poem?

I think something went wrong.

But this photo was found nothing.

Seeing this, Yang Yuanzhen didn't think much about it. He felt that he might have been a little dazed just now and regarded the scholar as Lu Yi.

However, when she looked back at the poem on the wall, she felt more and more average and even a little unhappy.

This scholar came up the mountain at night and could write such an unbearable poem to the statue he had made in his clay sculpture, which was really a disgrace to the identity of a scholar.

After reading the Four Books and Five Classics for so many years, are there only these unbearable things in his mind?
Chapter completed!