The white fog is thick in the late autumn morning, and the fierce wind coming from the north is like a knife, touching the faces of passers-by red. The dry weeds sparkle under the sunset, and the fiery red maple leaves dance in the forest. It looks picturesque under the early morning sunset, giving people a beautiful and quiet feeling.
A white and quiet figure stood gracefully in the fiery red maple forest. The folding fan held in the palm of the hand was soaked with dew. It was made of an unknown quality and filled with a fragrance like toilet water. The wolf-hair brush was twisting in the hand of the white figure like a poisonous snake. It's really like Wang Xizhi's wild grass, Wu Daozi's painting, and in the blink of an eye he wrote a poem on the folding fan.
That white figure wrote a poem in the maple forest, which was quite charming. It made the young man outside the forest wait for a long time, and it was a little funny: "You spent nearly an hour writing these twenty-eight words? It’s really very leisurely and relaxing!”
The white figure stepped out from the maple leaf forest, raised a proud smile at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Shi Poling, do you know what calligraphy is! I wrote these twenty-eight characters in the artistic conception, and I brought them to the auction. It’s absolutely priceless, maybe even more valuable than the calligraphy written by the ancients, maybe!”
Shi Poling laughed loudly: "Wang Po is selling melons. Who doesn't sell melons and boast about it? You still have the nerve to say that you will sell it at the auction. It doesn't matter if I hear you. Don't laugh to death if others hear you."
That white figure was naturally Xiachong, who was heading to the royal city with Shi Poling. Suddenly, when he saw a maple leaf forest here, he became sour and said that he wanted to write a poem to commemorate himself. But he couldn't. Not to mention that his calligraphy is strong and powerful, but there is a delicate and smooth meaning in the words. It is slightly lacking in writing power, but it is still a rare masterpiece. If Shi Poling was asked to write such exquisite twenty-eight characters, he would never be able to write it. .
Xiachong slowly unfolded the folding fan in the sun, and saw what was written on it: Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as February flowers. Twenty-eight words are in His eyes shone with golden-purple light, and his strokes were like a dragon or a snake, powerful and powerful. People passing by couldn't help but exclaimed: "Young Master, you are really talented, and your thoughts are flowing like a fountain. I admire you very much." .”
Xiachong was slightly proud of himself, with a proud smile on his lips, and said, "How about it? It's considered a treasure, isn't it?" He was riding on a snow-white horse. The white horse's fur was like satin, with not a single hair on its body, and its feet were like It was as fast as stepping on the clouds. The horse seemed to be very proud of its owner, so it snorted at the crimson horse Shi Poling was riding, and then rushed out like a ball of snow-white light.
The red horse that Shi Poling sat on also snorted and burst out like red light. Suddenly there was a sudden stampede and he chased the white horse in the blink of an eye.
Shi Poling said with a smile: "The city lord really chose these two divine horses for us! They are fast enough to travel thousands of miles at night! Isn't it too wasteful to give them to the two of us to ride on?"
Xiachong smiled slightly in the sun, showing her white teeth, and said with a smile: "I think so too, but it's just a waste of riding for you. If you know how to ride an animal for me, I'm afraid you will feel extremely glorious."
Shi Poling laughed: "If I hadn't known you were a man, I would have thought you were a transvestite! If the horse knew it, do you think it would let a transvestite ride? That would disgust it to death! Haha."
Xiachong snorted: "Shi Poling, I think you are looking for a fight! If I hadn't seen you break through the creation realm and been stopped by others, I would have taught you a lesson."
Shi Poling raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of you teaching me a lesson, I'm just afraid that you don't have the ability!"
The royal city has five gates, the southeast, northwest, and middle. Each gate is held by a master, and an endless stream of people are constantly coming in and out of the city gate. The autumn sunset is as red as fire, and it is already dusk when Shi Poling and Xia Chong arrive at the city gate. Look.
Looking at the tall, majestic and vast city walls under the gorgeous sunset on the horizon, both of them felt a little insignificant.
Xiachong opened the folding fan, fanned his long hair, looked at the tall and majestic city wall, and said with a smile: "As expected of the capital, the gate into the city alone is five or six feet wider than the small city."
Shi Poling said with a smile: "This is a great experience. Even though the gate of Tianyu City is only four feet long, the city wall of the capital is eight feet long, which is twice as big."
Xia Chong glanced at Shi Poiling from the corner of his eyes and saw him staring at him. He looked tall and handsome. His little heart skipped a beat, and a red cloud suddenly flew up on his cheeks. He urged, "Hurry up and enter the city."
Before Shi Poling could say anything, he galloped towards the city. Shi Poling shook his head and smiled, and followed on his horse. The amount of silver entering the royal city was less than that of other cities, perhaps because of the flow of people. Shi Poling
Ling was planning to find a random inn to stay overnight, but Xiachong was born to live a life of fine clothing and fine food. It was obviously not realistic to ask him to spend the night in a simple inn. He just dragged Shi Po Ling to a high-end inn in the royal city.
The name of this inn is extremely strange. It's called Bi'an Inn. Shi Poling laughed when he saw these four words. Could it be that this inn can allow people to reach the other side? Shi Poling would not believe that this inn could even kill him.
Let people reach the other shore. The waiter in Wangcheng deserves to be called the waiter. From the waiter's mouth, he learned that this inn has a lot of history, so he dared to call it the other shore inn.
After the delicious food was served, Xia moved her chopsticks and said, "Po Ling, why don't you eat it? Eat it!"
Shi Poling said with a smile: "It's not that we don't eat, but that there are people staring at us and we don't know what their intentions are."
The smile on the corner of Xia Chong's lips suddenly froze. Looking through Shi Poling's eyes, there were five or six people sitting there, all wearing silk and satin gowns. They looked quite handsome, but their handsome faces were filled with gloom.
He said: "Why did he come to the royal city so quickly?"
Shi Poling looked at Xiachong and said, "Do you know them? Look at the murderous look in their eyes. They are extremely fierce. It is obvious that they are extremely powerful."
A young man with a face as white as jade sitting on the table and chair came over with a glass of wine, smiled at Xia Chong and said: "Chong..."
Xiachong interrupted: "What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless. If something happens, let's find a place to talk alone later. What do you think?"
The young man with a face as white as jade didn't even look at Shi Poling. His eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "Since you said so, we will go on a date tonight, see you there or not, I will definitely wait for you!"
The white jade-like young man glanced at Shi Poling lazily, smiled contemptuously, and returned to his seat. Xiachong looked at his back, with a coldness in his eyes, but he was immediately moved by him.
Hiding his smile on his face, he said: "I do know this person, and I have some grievances with him. I will go and settle them tonight."
Shi Poling looked at Xiachong's handsome face and said, "This person's cultivation level is not low. Can you do it alone?"
Xiachong smiled and said: "Of course we can do it! That person is Jian Wuchen from the Sword Dragon Island near us. It is said that he killed a giant beast when he was sixteen years old. The giant beast is said to be extremely powerful and is called the Six-Winged Water Dragon.
, so he became very famous when he was young. But I’m not bad either, and I’m not afraid of him! If he pushes me hard, don’t blame me for being ruthless in Xiachong.”
The Bian'an Inn is a huge manor. The front is for entertaining guests, and the back is the accommodation. The wide yard is like a garden. Anyone without a good memory will definitely get lost in it. The hazy moonlight flows like silver.
A sycamore tree dropped its sparse leaves, looking particularly lonely in the spacious courtyard.
Xiachong stood under the sycamore tree, and an absurd thought came to his mind. People will be lonely. I wonder if the sycamore tree that has stood in the courtyard all year round will be lonely. Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing. He walked far away.
The figure who came over was so mesmerized when he saw the smile gradually spreading on the corners of Xiachong's mouth.
Xia Chong's smile suddenly faded, and he saw Jian Wuchen standing in the distance looking at him, a surge of anger rising from his heart, and said: "What are you doing sneakily! When did you come?"
Jian Wuchen showed a gentle smile: "When I saw the corners of your lips raised slightly, and then spread on your face, I felt so beautiful, so beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy under the moonlight, so I couldn't move a step, just
I can watch it from a distance.”
Xia Chong pretended to be angry and said: "Don't be glib! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Jian Wuchen smiled and said: "You are like the moonlight, the moonlight is like you, how can I be glib?"
Xiachong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and said coldly: "Don't call me Chongmei from now on. Chongmei, don't you feel disgusted?"
Jian Wuchen looked at the moonlight above his head, and prepared a metaphor again. Anger flashed across Xia Chong's face, and he said with a smile: "If I don't call you Chongmei, then what should I call you! Should I call you Chongdi?"
Xiachong suddenly grinned and said: "From now on, you can call me Mr. Xia, or Mr. Chong. Don't mention Chongmei. Every time you call me that, I feel sick. I have goosebumps all over my body for many days."
Jian Wuchen's smiling face suddenly turned cold: "Do you like that brat next to you? How can that brat Shi Poling compare to me?"
Xia Chong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, who said I fell in love with him! Are you talking nonsense? Do you believe I will tear your mouth apart?"
Jian Wuchen smiled: "As long as you don't like him, let me tell you, you are mine and you can't escape my grasp. I have asked my father to propose marriage to your father."
Xiachong snorted coldly: "Don't stop thinking about it! I will never marry you no matter what."
Jian Wuchen smiled strangely: "You have no chance to resist. Your father will definitely agree. Let's wait and see."
The cold moonlight shone on Jian Wuchen's back, making Xiachong feel very sick. He couldn't help but want to vomit, gritted his teeth and said: "Even if I die, I won't marry you, let's wait and see.
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The path paved with bluestones was filled with cool moonlight. Xiachong, who was walking on the path, could see Shi Poling sitting in the opposite room adjusting his breath from a distance, with a faint red mist rising from his forehead as he meditated.
Suddenly, someone said in front of him: "What is Young Master Xiachong thinking about and being so absorbed in it?"
Xiachong was startled and snorted: "You suddenly bully me like this. Don't you know that scaring people can scare them to death?"
Shi Poling smiled faintly and said: "I knew it when you came, but seeing that you haven't entered your room and just stood here in a daze, it feels strange! Did Jian Wuchen bully you? I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow.
he."
A warm current flowed through Xiachong's heart, and he showed his teeth as white as jade and said with a smile: "He alone can bully me. You think I, Xiachong, am so easy to bully."