Ye Jia's eyes were so kind, "I will send someone to Luoyang. There are many temples in Luoyang."
"No, national teacher, we won't go to Luoyang."
"Why?"
"Look, the golden apple is about to mature, we like golden apples. There are no golden apples in Luoyang."
Ye Jia was slightly stunned.
Yes, the golden apples all over the mountains of Beiwudang have ripe. Because there are no people to pick them, many of them fall into deep ravines in the mountains, and from then on turn into thick fertilizers, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.
And Luoyang, are there golden apples?
He thought vaguely, maybe there was, but there was a place where the golden apples were, and no one knew what it tasted. However, it was certain that it was completely different from Beiwudang. Just like humans,
In Beiwudang, it is a mentality, but when it comes to the palace, it is another soul.
He slowly stood up and patted the heads of the two children.
The child's face was innocent: "National Master, is Luoyang the West Heaven?"
"No! No! Luoyang is not."
"Aren't you going to Luoyang?"
"No! I will never step into Luoyang again in my life."
At that time, the smoke slowly fell from the top of the treetops, and a thin layer of mist was like a veil, slowly covering the green mountain range.
Everything in the world has slowly begun to fall asleep.
Just like a person's emotions, every time it reaches night, it will show a completely different style.
There was a giggle in the forest.
He stopped in horror.
There are few people here. Since Lao A came and went, the bats in Beiwudang have almost disappeared and were swallowed up by the giant python that Empress Dowager Feng asked him to find.
The laughter was clearer, lively, bold, unscrupulous, full of a wild tension, an incredibly youthful frivolous.
"Hehe...Yejia...Yejia...It's me...It's me..."
It's like a magic sound.
This is wrong! Here, he would never hear such a sound. However, the sound was unscrupulous and did not give up, and he lingered back and forth: "Yejia... it's me... it's me, you
Don't know each other anymore? It's me..."
Ye Jia rushed over and waved the branches in his hand.
The terrible sound suddenly disappeared, like a nightmare, like a broken spider web.
—————————Today is here. Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone:)) Eat more rice dumplings.