If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if there is a dragon.

When Lan Qiao returned to the Hou Mansion, the moon was already high. He turned around the foot of the mountain according to Wu Yi's instructions and came to a quiet hillside.

Although there are no flying dragons lurking in the sky and dragons lurking in the abyss, this beautiful hillside is even more aura. It is surrounded by green mountains above and the gentle breeze is blowing on your face. There is a clear stream flowing into the pond below and the water chestnut flowers are blooming. In front of it, there is a tall and dense green bamboo forest that is fresh and elegant.

There is an endless stretch of primeval forest at the back. Just looking at it from a distance will give you a feeling of being overwhelmed by the peaks and gazing into the valleys, never wanting to return.

A gust of mountain breeze came, mixed with the faint smell of pine wood and the faint fragrance of flowers. Lan Qiao took a deep breath and felt relaxed and happy. He touched the dried peaches he bought in his arms and walked forward.

A half-man-high fence looks simple and natural in the moonlight, with a small firewood door ajar. An old wooden sign is nailed to the wooden stakes on the side, with the words "Wind Wind" written in bold and vigorous fonts.

The four characters are "Zhuxianju".

"Couldn't this word be written by Brother Ruhui or Uncle Feng himself?" Lan Qiao muttered in his heart and gently opened the firewood door, "This girl Xia really knows how to choose a place."

A pebble path winds into Chaimen, strolls along the blue bridge, and soon enters a bamboo forest. Several spherical paper lanterns hang on the curved bamboo branches, lighting up the darkness in the bamboo forest where the moonlight cannot reach.

The space also adds a bit of interest to this quiet bamboo forest.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the evening breeze blowing through the bamboo forest rustling the bamboo leaves. The shadows of the bamboos and the lights set off each other, making you mesmerizing and hard to extricate yourself from, as if you were in a painting.

Lanqiao stopped, as if he was admiring the unique scenery in the bamboo forest, but also seemed not to disturb this natural and secret space.

"No wonder this place is called Fengzhu Fairyland, it has a bit of a fairyland feel." Lan Qiao murmured to himself, "It seems that although Miss Xia looks fierce, she is actually an elegant person." He suddenly thought of visiting a girl so late at night.

Something seemed wrong at home, but now that it was over, he didn't want to move back home. The feeling of reluctance was as if once he turned around, he would have failed to live up to this wonderful moonlit night gifted by God.

While I was standing still, a crisp sound of water came from one side. I looked through the cracks in the bamboo forest towards where the sound came from, and saw a clear pond with water chestnut leaves scattered around it. Lanqiao followed the path between the bamboo branches and approached the water chestnut pond.

Then I saw a girl wearing a grass green dress standing by the pool.

The girl's back is facing the blue bridge, and she is standing on a strange stone by the pool. She has a slender waist, soft shoulders, and long hair falling smoothly behind her. Her figure is so slim and graceful that it only makes the bright moon in the sky shine.

Overshadowed by it. Her pair of exquisite embroidered shoes were neatly placed aside, revealing a pair of flawless lotus feet like white jade.

From time to time, the girl stirred the water in the pool with her toes, causing splashes of water that were as green as pearls. This was the clear sound of water that Lanqiao had just heard in the distance.

After playing in the water for a while, the girl squatted down, picked up her shoes with one hand, and walked a few steps along the edge of the pool with her bare feet. The moonlight shone on her pink jade-carved side face, her sharp chin, and her tall nose.

, the slightly curled red lips and the long and curved eyelashes were all illuminated to the fullest, and Lan Qiaohun could only see them being photographed, not daring to look away from her body.

The girl stopped, put her shoes down again, then bent down and rolled up her skirt that was originally as long as her feet. She moved very slowly but very carefully, twisting and turning bit by bit, making her delicate.

Her ankles and crystal straight breasts were exposed little by little in the moonlight from under her skirt. Lan Qiao's throat felt dry and she even felt a little dizzy.

She rolled up the hem of her skirt almost to the top of her thighs before stopping, and tied it tightly with a thin rope. Then she slowly landed and stepped into the pond. Lan Qiao didn't come back to her senses until this moment.

, it suddenly dawned on her that she was going into the pond to collect water chestnuts.

The water in the pool next to it was not deep, and the water surface only reached about half of the girl's thighs. The girl bent her soft waist, her chest almost touched the water, and stretched her arms to reach the water chestnuts in the pool.

With her slender jade fingers, she plucked a piece of freshly grown green water chestnut with three tosses, and threw it to the shore. Then, while slowly moving sideways, she collected more green water chestnuts and threw them onto the bank of the pond.

Because when picking water chestnuts, she had to reach as far and deep as possible with her hands. Her expression was extremely focused, and her body was almost completely tense. She sometimes did not forget to use her other hand to fiddle with the black hair that had been blown away by the wind to prevent it from falling into the water.

Seeing her like this, Lan Qiao felt worried for her. He couldn't help but walked out of the bamboo forest and followed the girl quietly.

The girl concentrated on collecting water chestnuts and paid no attention to what was going on behind her. She only searched for suitable harvest items in the moonlight while moving slowly along the coast. She was so focused that her feet suddenly slipped while she was moving, and her whole body was moved by the pain.

He leaned forward and instantly lost his center of gravity.

She struggled to straighten up and regain her balance, but she was unable to do so and was about to fall into the pool.

"Miss Xia, be careful!" Lan Qiao jumped out without thinking, leaping from the side and back of the girl towards the space in front of her where she was about to fall into the water.

He turned over in the air, and when he passed over the girl's body, he gave a strong push with both palms, pushing the girl back one step back to the wall of the pool, and he fell into the water chestnut pond with a "plop", getting completely wet.

.

The girl was startled by this sudden turn of events. She was stunned for a long time before climbing onto the shore in shock. She looked back at Lan Qiao, who had just stood up from the water, and said displeasedly: "Who are you? Come here.

do what?"

Lan Qiao stood in the pool, with water drops all over his body. He knew that he was being rude to the beautiful lady and did not dare to look at her. He just scratched his head and said: "My... my name is Qiao Chu, and I am Brother Wu... oh no.

...It's Wu Yi...Wu Yi asked me to deliver dried peaches to Miss Xia...It's all my fault..."

"Miss Xia? Dried peaches?" The girl was slightly startled, then her anger softened slightly and she said, "Which Miss Xia?"

Lan Qiao heard that the voice was different at this time. It was not like Xia Shuang when she called the door in the afternoon. When he looked up, he was stunned again.

But I saw this girl's eyebrows were picturesque, the green mountains were filled with faint autumn water under the moonlight, her pretty face was like a jade sculpture, and her cherry lips were filled with a hint of anger.

Especially her look that was half-smiling but half-smiling, half-smiling and half-smiling, made Lan Qiao's heart beat faster. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to get back into the pool: "Oh my god... this is so beautiful... I always feel like I'm somewhere else."

I’ve seen you…”

"What are you mumbling about?" The girl gently arranged her messy hair and said angrily: "Isn't the water cold? Come up quickly."

"I..." Lan Qiao wanted to climb ashore, but the bottom of the pond was full of mud and he couldn't use his strength.

The girl seemed to appreciate his embarrassment, with his face flushed and sweating profusely. She walked proudly on the shore, and she did not forget to tease him: "He is so stupid."

Seeing him struggling for a long time and unable to climb up, the girl squatted down again, stretched out a delicate hand and said: "Come, hold me."

Lan Qiao took her little hand and felt that it felt soft and smooth, and she couldn't help but feel swayed. Seeing that he only held her hand without using any force, the girl couldn't help but said angrily: "You're such a person, someone is kind enough to pull you up, but you want to take advantage of this opportunity."

Cheap! If you don’t come up, I’ll let go.”

"No, no...I'm coming up..." Lan Qiao pulled hard and finally climbed onto the shore in embarrassment.

The girl glared at him sideways and said, "It's better now. The dried peaches are also in the soup."

"Miss!" At this time, another girl dressed as a maid hurried over, and the voice sounded exactly like Xia Shuang, who had kicked the door in the evening.

"Miss, are you okay?" Xia Shuang looked at the situation, turned to Lan Qiao and said sternly: "Who are you? What are your evil intentions towards our lady? Looking at your bear-like appearance, you must be trying to belittle our lady.

, you have been taught a lesson by the lady, right? Well done by the lady! What a loser!" Her voice was shrill and thin, and her mean words came one after another like a barrage. Lan Qiao could only smile bitterly and could not understand even a single word.

Come up.

"Shuang'er, don't talk anymore." The lady stopped Xia Shuang's words with a smile, found a stone on the shore and sat down, leisurely raised her legs and asked Lan Qiao: "You said Wu Yi asked you to come

I’m sending you dried peaches, but is that true?”

"If Miss and Miss Xia don't believe it, they can find out if they ask Wu Yi tomorrow." Lan Qiao took out the bag of dried fruits that had been soaked in the pond water from his arms, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that my trip was in vain.

."

When Xia Shuang saw the wet dried fruit, she cursed: "You're just a wimp, right? You can't do such a shitty thing! This Wu Yi is really serious, he dares to let such a useless person do the job I told him.

If you do this to a reliable loser and spoil the eldest lady’s mood, let’s see how I deal with him next time we meet.”

Lan Qiao secretly apologized to Wu Yi, forced a smile and said: "How about this? I will go back to Qingzhou City first, and when Lao Yu's house opens tomorrow, I will buy another one and send it back to the eldest lady.

"

"I believe you, you idiot!" Xia Shuang said angrily, "Are you trying to escape just because you're in trouble?"

"Just say a few words. He didn't mean it." The young lady interrupted Xia Shuang again and said softly to Lan Qiao: "My surname is Feng, and my name is Feng Yeling."

"Yes! Feng Yeling! I should have thought of it a long time ago." Lan Qiao slapped his head in annoyance and said, "I thought I had seen her somewhere before. It turns out she is the most beautiful woman in Qingcheng. No wonder she is so beautiful." He said

It was only then that he remembered the beauty scroll that Lan Feng had shown him, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "The spring breeze is ten miles deep, and the grass and trees are deep, and they are as graceful as a startled dragon with a half-opened door. The flowers are singing in the night, and the flowers are still pretty. A curtain of dreams has once come true."

…”

At the end of reading, he did not forget to take a sneak look at Feng Yeling, and then at the wretched state of his body. He couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Zhuyu is here."

Feng Yeling smiled, as if she was both proud and a little bit novel. She leaned forward, and her clear eyes boldly looked at Lan Qiao's cheeks with water droplets falling down: "Do you still understand poetry?"

Xia Shuang couldn't help but kicked Lan Qiao and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Shishuoxinyu" says: King Wuzi of the Cavalry is Wei Jie's uncle. He is handsome and charming. When he saw Jie, he sighed and said, "I have pearls and jade beside me, and I think I look dirty." Feng Yeling explained calmly, "

He wants to say that he is ashamed of himself."

Xia Shuang's expression softened a little: "Even if you can speak, why don't you get up quickly?"

"Thank you, Miss." Lan Qiao felt like he was being pardoned and quickly got up and said, "Then I'll go now."

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Feng Yeling suddenly stood up again and called him softly, "Your name is Qiao Chu, right? How do you behave when you go out like this? If people see it and spread it, won't you be slandering me again?

Ye Ling is unkind?"

Xia Shuang clenched her fists and stared, "Let's see who dares!"

Feng Yeling waved her hand to Xia Shuang and asked her to take the bamboo basket to pick up the green water chestnuts scattered by the pond. She turned to Lan Qiao and said, "You can change clothes here before leaving, but..." she said

He rolled his bright eyes and said, "I want to give you a hard time first and give you a test. If you can answer the question, come into the room with me. If you can't answer the question, please go out quickly."

Lan Qiao didn't want to delay her here, but when he saw her expectant eyes, he softened his heart for a moment and sighed: "Please give me your instructions, Miss."

Feng Yeling said happily: "Then I will come up with a topic." She pointed to the bamboo forest behind Lanqiao and said, "You can use this bamboo forest as the title and recite a poem for me, but don't think about it for too long~

"

Lan Qiao turned to look at the bamboo forest, but saw the faint shadows of the bamboos and the lamps like the full moon. He thought for a moment and replied: "The green bamboo shadows under the lamps are not like the full moon, but just like the full moon. Where can we share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away." He said this.

He paused suddenly, thinking of Lan Ruohai who died tragically in Luzhou, and Lan Feng who was far apart, and couldn't help but feel even more sad.

"You..." Feng Yeling seemed to be deeply amazed by Lan Qiao's literary thoughts. He was stunned and speechless for a moment. After a while, he said: "Do you still have a question?"

Facing the bamboo forest, Lanqiao recalled the past years and recited sadly: "The wind rustles and sneaks into the night, not like a bead curtain, but just like a bead curtain, spending the fleeting years in a flashy dream." After reciting a small poem, I was filled with tears.
To be continued...