Just as he was about to give words of advice, two little girls suddenly appeared at the door, with the same pretty face, as delicate as pink and jade.
But it was Fang Xiuzhu, the youngest daughter of the Fang family, and Li Yulong, Li Siwen's sister.
Fang Xiuzhu jumped in and smelled the smell of wine. She wrinkled her pretty little nose in disgust, walked to Fang Jun, took his hand and said coquettishly: "Second brother, come with us to the top of the mountain to enjoy the snow.
?”
Li Yulong also looked at him eagerly.
I don’t know since when, the people in this room have gradually taken Fang Jun as the core and respect his opinions very much.
Fang Jun's head suddenly swelled. How come these two little girls still have the attributes of literary and artistic youth? It's dark today, what kind of snow are they getting?
Just when he was about to refuse, he saw Li Yulong's pitiful little white rabbit-like pleading eyes, and his heart suddenly softened.
Last time I heard Li Siwen talk about it, this little girl has already made an engagement and will get married in a year or two. Li Yulong is the same age as his sister, eleven or twelve? How old is she? It’s a sin...
What were girls of his age doing in his time?
Going to school carefree? Sitting in a restaurant with clear windows and eating KFC and McDonald's? Playing computer games? Or cuddling in the arms of mom and dad and acting like a baby?
At the same age as a flower bone, it has not yet enjoyed its youth, but it is about to begin to bloom...
But this is the nature of the times. With the inertia of the wheel of history, even if Fang Jun is 10,000 times better, if he wants to make changes, he will still be trying to make a difference, but nothing will be changed.
However, at least it can allow them to have more laughter and more freedom in this hurried youth, right?
Thinking of this, Fang Jun smiled, stood up, ignored Cheng Chubi and Liu Renjing, who were glaring at each other like cockfighting cocks, and raised his arms and shouted: "What you two girls say is a military order! Everyone, if you are willing to obey the military order, follow my protection."
Two girls, we are going to Lishan Mountain!"
The two little girls immediately beamed with smiles, so beautiful that their hearts felt like honey...
Liu Renjing and Cheng Chubi looked at each other, snorted together, and put down their postures.
Seeing this, Fang Jun asked Fang Quan to find some pairs of straw sandals, put them on outside the cowhide boots, and found some pieces of leather to wrap up his calves. The snow on the mountain must be knee-deep, otherwise it would be impossible to wrap them up like this.
no.
Then he personally armed Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong in the same way.
Although the status of women in the Tang Dynasty was not low, far less humble than when Neo-Confucianism was prevalent in later generations, they were still inferior to men. Have you ever heard of any man treating a girl like this?
Fang Xiuzhu just paid it off. After all, he was his second brother. Although he was a little embarrassed, he felt sweet and moved in his heart.
Li Yulong blushed with embarrassment, her palm-sized face turned red, and her whole figure seemed to have been stabilized by a body-fixing spell. She was as stiff as a puppet. No matter how Fang Jun dressed her up and down, her nose was filled with the strong smell of man.
My whole brain was dizzy due to my breath, and my heart was beating faster and faster.
Fang Jun didn't have any ideas. He just regarded Li Yulong as a girl. He couldn't have any ideas. After all, Wu Meiniang was already hair-length and well-developed, and she was already a woman. What about Li Yulong? This girl looks like a girl.
Like green onions...any ideas?
When everyone saw it, they also imitated Fang Jun, wearing straw sandals, wrapping leather, and packed up. Li Siwen shouted in a voice like a broken gong: "The army is marching!"
Everyone left the hall.
Fang Quan sighed when he saw it. These guys were really fooling around and drank a lot of strong liquor. It would be okay if they were all big men, but after all, there were two girls. It would be terrible if something went wrong.
, and hurriedly asked Fang Sihai and several skilled servants to follow him.
After a while, a dozen healthy servants each armed with brooms, bamboo branches, and wooden sticks hurried over, and everyone left the village and headed all the way to the back mountain.
Lishan Mountain is a grand sight in Chang'an. It is not high but has quiet and beautiful scenery. It is a good place to visit near Guanzhong. It is crowded with people to enjoy the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival and climb during the Double Ninth Festival. However, it is really unique to climb in such a cold winter with several feet of snow.
A group of several people came up the mountain along the mountain road. At this time, the sky darkened and it was already the time to turn on the lanterns. However, the snow around them was still as bright as day. However, the snow was so thick that it was almost impossible to identify the location of the mountain road. If you step on it accidentally,
If you fall into a ravine on the side of the road, you can break your legs and tendons.
Cheng Chubi and Li Siwen each held a bamboo fork in front of them to explore the way. The bamboo fork was inserted deep enough, and Li Siwen shouted: "The snow is three feet deep."
Li Yulong asked enthusiastically: "Is it that deep?" He walked over and stepped on it, and happened to step into a depression where snow accumulated. He almost sank into the snow and screamed in fright.
Fortunately, Fang Jun was right next to her. When he saw this, he grabbed her arm and struggled slightly, then lifted her up, as light as a catkin.
Li Yulong stuck out the tip of his tongue, patted his chest and said, "You scared me to death!" However, he held Fang Jun's hand and never let go.
The eldest son Jiaqing shouted: "Look at the pioneer officer clearing the way for you and others to clear the snow!"
The group of healthy servants were about to go forward to clear the snow on the mountain road. Fang Jun said: "It will be daybreak before we can clear the snow before going up the mountain. Each person used a wooden stick or bamboo fork to support him and walked up slowly following the footprints of his eldest grandson.
."
The eldest son, Jiaqing, was tall and moved forward like a humanoid armored vehicle. Everyone stepped on his footsteps.
Fang Sihai led two healthy servants to guard the eldest son Jiaqing, found the location of the mountain path, and climbed up the mountain step by step. Fang Jun, Li Siwen, Cheng Chubi, and Liu Renjing followed behind, guarding the two girls Fang Xiuzhu and Li Yulong.
Among them, they helped each other and laughed constantly. It took two minutes to walk from Fangjiazhuangzi on the mountainside to a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
Lishan Mountain has many hot springs and wonderful scenery, and it has been a summer resort for emperors of all ages.
Since the Zhou, Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties, this place has been used as a royal garden with many palaces and villas. In ancient times, Nuwa "refined stones to mend the sky" here; on the anniversary of the Western Zhou Dynasty, King You of Zhou staged the "Beacon Fire Play on the Princes" here.
Historical allusion: Qin Shihuang built his mausoleum at the foot of Lishan Mountain, and the world-famous Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses are still deeply buried in that land; in another hundred years, Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei will still perform a story here
This is a poignant love story, for which Bai Juyi composed a classic song "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"...
It's just that there is a hill on the east slope of Lishan Mountain where Fangjiazhuangzi is located. It has many rocks and few hot springs, and the scenery is not beautiful. There is no royal garden built here. There is only a Taoist temple on the ridge, and I don't know when it was built.
, there are few pilgrims, few tourists, the gates and alleys are dilapidated, and the walls are decayed. There is a forehead in front of the door with three big characters "Double Ninth Festival" written on it, but it has been damaged by wind and rain.
The nagging in the Taoist temple had already lied down in bed after dinner. He was shivering from the cold. He heard people talking and making noise outside. I wonder what happened. The mountain roads were closed in this snowy day. How could there be so many people there?
Come on, is it a mountain spirit? Or a wood monster?
The old Taoist huddled in the thick quilt and shivered. When he heard the sudden knock on the door, he jumped up from the quilt in fright, went straight to the side room, and shouted: "Uncle, help me!"
Suddenly, an angry voice came from the ear room: "In the middle of the night, are ghosts roaring and screaming to scare people to death?"