Song Qingyan and Wei Yutang were lagging far behind just now. When they caught up, they were embarrassed but chatted for a few words. Knowing the purpose of Wei Yutang's trip, they also wanted to help him.
He pretended to be pitiful and looked at Song Qinghuan without saying much, just calling softly: "Sister..."
She has been sensible and steady since she was a child, and rarely acts like a spoiled child.
Song Qinghuan's heart softened and he looked at Wei Yutang reluctantly: "Then let's go for a walk again?"
Wei Yutang's smile was as gentle as the March spring breeze.
The group of people continued walking to the top of the mountain, and since they were not in a hurry, they simply walked and stopped.
Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingtong disappeared long ago, and Wei Yutang lost his bond and started talking more.
Along the way, I also told some interesting stories about my past travels, saw some beautiful scenery, and even wrote two poems with great enthusiasm.
Although Song Qinghuan has the body of a rich young lady, her core is a rough person. She was able to pick up a few lines from Wei Yutang's interesting travel stories and talk about the poems, but she had to keep her mouth shut.
Although Song Qingyan's temperament was not like Song Wende's, his knowledge did follow Song Wende's, and his skills in poetry were not bad at all. Wei Yutang started by himself, and the two of them started from poetry to songs, and then to calligraphy and painting.
, the two of them never stopped talking along the way.
Song Qinghuan didn't feel embarrassed either. Although he didn't understand, he still pretended to listen with interest.
In fact, she didn't know anything about these literary matters. It was already considered excellent if she could figure out how to write neatly.
Wei Yutang occasionally turned his head and saw Song Qinghuan looking like this. He suddenly became more and more energetic as he spoke, wishing he could show off all his knowledge over the years in front of Song Qinghuan.
We were talking and laughing like this, and I didn’t feel tired at all.
As we went towards the top of the mountain, the fog became heavier, and once we reached the back, no one could be seen more than a foot away.
There was a lot of water vapor on the outer clothes of several people, and their hair was full of water drops, making them wet.
The top of the mountain is extremely flat. I don’t know who funded the construction of pavilions, corridors, rockeries, water from mountain springs, a small lake, and a nine-curved bridge on top.
It is like a Jiangnan garden scenery.
Due to the heavy fog, the colors of this garden are looming, adding a touch of fairyland.
Song Qingyan was quite talented. She had just had a great time chatting with Wei Yutang, and now she also started to recite a poem.
Wei Yutang thought it was good, and just as he was finishing the next sentence, he heard Song Qinghuan's inappropriate voice: "I don't know how much silver it cost to build it so grandly."
The second half of Wei Yutang's poem got stuck in his throat and could not come out anymore. He only looked at each other and chuckled softly with Song Qingyan.
Song Qinghuan certainly didn't understand the stuff of literati. Although he was dazzled by the fairy-like scenery in front of him, his first reaction was that this garden was indeed very expensive.
Probably because he knew that Song Qinghuan was not very interested in poetry, Wei Yutang restrained himself a little, and pointed to Song Qinghuan in a certain direction: "There are quite a few villas for dignitaries all the way down the mountain over there. In winter,
Enjoy the snow and ice, and escape the heat in the summer. If there is no fog, the scenery from here will be great."
At this time, the fog was thick and nowhere to be seen. When Song Qinghuan looked in his direction, he could only see a vast expanse of white.
After looking around for a while, I thought that I could enjoy the snow and ice in the winter, and escape the heat and enjoy the cool air in the summer. I thought that the cost of building a separate courtyard there would be extremely expensive.
But after seeing Wei Yutang's admiring expression, he was wise enough not to say this.
The ancestral home of the Wei family is in Lizhou, and there are only a few relatives in Kyoto. People who are very strict about etiquette always send a capable steward to make a trip every year, so there is no need for the master to make a special trip.
Wei Yutang braved the snow and made a special trip to Kyoto, not to give a special gift, but because Song Qinghuan's birthday was approaching.
Song Qinghuan's birthday happened to coincide with the winter solstice. The Wei family was observing filial piety and it was difficult to stay in Kyoto during the season, so they made a trip in advance to celebrate Song Qinghuan's birthday.
Of course, the reason for inviting Song Qinghuan to Lishan to enjoy the ice was not just for the sake of enjoying the ice, but also for other reasons.
Unexpectedly, he followed Song Qingyan first, and then bumped into Xiao Ci and his daughter who came out.
But everything that should be arranged has been arranged. Although it is a bit embarrassing to please Song Qinghuan in front of Song Qingyan, I am not timid either.
Immediately he invited: "Come with me, I have some good things to show you."
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, you can see everything that needs to be seen. No matter how far away it is, it is still covered in mist. There are still some good things to see.
Song Qinghuan didn't express any doubt, nodded, and followed him.
Song Qingyan just heard what Wei Yutang said on the road, and guessed that he had put a lot of thought into the top of the mountain, so he didn't go up there anymore, and just took Siqin to another place.
After walking for a while, I looked back again, but it was covered by the fog and I couldn't see anyone.
After a while, he sighed again: "What a pity."
Ever since the incident with Du Lianrong happened last time, no matter how much Wei Yutang paid attention to Song Qinghuan, her sister's heart was like a stone and she could no longer understand.
Maybe Wei Yutang couldn't see it, but since ancient times, the authorities have been obsessed with seeing things clearly, but Song Qingyan, an outsider, could see it very clearly.
In the past, Song Qinghuan and Song Youyu were like moths in the house, and they were extremely disgusting.
This year passed by chance, Song Youyu went to the battlefield in Liaodong, Song Qinghuan's temperament changed drastically, and Song Qingyan became closer to her sister and brother.
I also hope that Song Qinghuan will get better and better in the future.
There was heavy fog on the mountain, and Song Qingyan disappeared shortly after taking Siqin with him.
Wei Yutang took Song Qinghuan to the Jiuqu Bridge, which was covered with ice.
With a hint of crimson on his face, he motioned Song Qinghuan to look at the stone piers of the Jiuqu Bridge.
There is a stone pier every five steps, and a square ice box is placed on the stone pier. Red, pink, yellow, white, and various colors can be seen in the ice.
It can't help but be surprising.
Song Qinghuan said "Hey" and took two steps forward to take a closer look. He saw a delicate and beautiful flower frozen in the ice box, including peonies, peonies, and some names that couldn't be named.
The flowers are all precious and not easy to survive in this season.
When the flowers are in full bloom, they are placed in an ice box and sealed by ice, making them particularly beautiful.
It is not easy to find these flowers in winter, but it is even more difficult to find a way to store them in an ice box.
Although Song Qinghuan didn't know how to appreciate it, it was very nice to see it like this. He walked slowly across the Jiuqu Bridge in five steps.
Wei Yutang was already standing in the pavilion in front.
The four treasures of the study were displayed in the hall, and all kinds of paints were mixed. He held a pen in one hand and stretched out his hand in the other, looking at Song Qinghuan who was hidden in the mist, smiling foolishly.
I memorized this picture in my mind, and when I started writing, it became very smooth.
Song Qinghuan walked from the other side of Jiuqu Bridge to Wei Yutang, and he had already finished his transformation.
The mist on the Jiuqu Bridge is hazy, as if you are in a fairyland. A bright red figure is hidden in it. You wrap your hands tightly in your cloak and tilt your head to take a closer look at the color on the stone pier.
Although the woman's face is not painted, her temperament is fully reflected in the painting.
Song Qinghuan stepped into the pavilion, shook the water drops on his cloak, and when he raised his eyes and saw the painting, he couldn't help but laugh: "You came prepared."
When Wei Yutang saw her smiling, he also laughed. A poem with a wonderful artistic conception suddenly flashed in his mind. Just as he was about to mention it to the painting, he heard an untimely voice appear suddenly again.
