Overwhelming mountains and rivers

On October [-]th, after another autumn rain, the weather turned cold, Tuojia's envoys left Beijing, Princess Jiazhen with a phoenix crown and xiapei, a luscious sedan chair and a high instrument, carrying jewels and horses, and Emperor Yuan pointed out that twenty maidservants accompanied him.

Mo Shiliu and Feng Si followed secretly.

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The next day, the weather was fine and the autumn wind was brisk.

Outside Yazhuxuan, two horses, one black and one white, were tied to the side of the tree, with a naan bag on the horse's back, each containing a set of bows and arrows.The fallen leaves were spread all over the ground like a golden blanket. The black horse snorted anxiously and stamped its hooves, making the dead leaves rustle.

Chu Xuanzhao walked into the courtyard, but Shen Qingjun was not there.

Chu Xuanzhao went into his study along the corridor, but he was still not there.The ink-colored paperweight on the table pressed a piece of paper, and the ink was still wet.

Chu Xuanzhao removed the paperweight, lifted the paper, blew on it,

"The west wind is rustling again and again,

The duckweed and the moss are wrinkled.

The afterglow fades away,

Xiao Xiaomu has fallen into autumn.

Where is all the autumn and yellow?

The clear water of the source pool is confusing and thinking about the flow. "

Chu Xuanzhao lowered his head, and found that when he opened the sheet, there was another sheet underneath, with only one character, which was the word "Autumn" written in rough brushstrokes.

Chu Xuanzhao felt a little lonely, so he picked up a pen, took out a new piece of rough-edged paper, and wrote:

At what age can yellow butterflies dance endlessly?

Where is the bluestone always cool?

The flowing water is silent and the shore is green and long,

The lonely bird on the branch recalls the fragrance.

Just as Chu Xuanzhao put down the brush, the door was pushed open, and the autumn wind blew to his ears, "What are you doing?"

Chu Xuanzhao subconsciously put the hand holding the paper behind his back, "No, nothing."

No, I didn't do anything bad, why are you so nervous?

Chu Xuanzhao took the paper back in front of him, wiped the wet ink all over his hands in a hurry, and the last two words of the poem were also blurred into a ball.

"Where did you go? I thought you were out."

Shen Qingjun's eyes flickered and landed on the paper in his hand, "...People have three urgencies. What did you write?"

Chu Xuanzhao spread out the paper and showed it to him, and when he lowered his head, he realized that the word "Nixiang" had been blurred by himself.

Chu Xuanzhao was extremely calm, he picked up the pen under the ball, stroke by stroke, and wrote "in pairs" carelessly.

The flowing water is lonely and the shore is green and long, and the lonely birds on the branches form a pair.

Shen Qingjun raised his eyebrows, "Reminiscing as a couple? Reminiscing, I don't know what the prince recalled, and with whom did he become a couple?"

As soon as Shen Qingjun finished speaking, he shut his mouth tightly, because he realized that what he said was wrong, very wrong.I didn't think much about it, and subconsciously opened my mouth, how should it end now?

Chu Xuanzhao smiled wide-eyed and brought his face closer, "Pavilion Master, why do your words have a sour taste? Could it be that you were jealous during breakfast?"

Shen Qingjun's face turned cold instantly, but the cold face could not lower the heat of his cheeks.

Seeing his embarrassment, Chu Xuanzhao didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so he picked up a brush and drew a big cross on the word "Yi", and then painted the word "Wang" underneath.

Shen Qingjun only felt that the heat on his face increased instead of decreasing.

"I've changed it, what do you think now?" Chu Xuanzhao smiled.

"The obscene words, the paper is full of absurd and muddled words." Shen Qingjun didn't even look at it.

"Uh, I think it's okay...," Chu Xuanzhao muttered.

"Let's get down to business." Shen Qingjun had heard the sound of horseshoes outside Xuan, but he didn't know what kind of plan Chu Xuanzhao had in mind.

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot the business. I picked two good horses from Fengchuyuan. It's a cool autumn today. Why don't you and I go to Henglan Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing? If you're lucky, I can give you one next time. A fur cloak for winter."

"Hunting?" Shen Qingjun frowned.

"Yeah, why, don't you?"

Shen Qingjun seemed a little embarrassed, "Although I have martial arts skills, I have never hunted before..."

"Then you save all your skills for cutting mooncakes?" Chu Xuanzhao spread his hands.

"Murder." Shen Qingjun glanced at him coldly.

"..."

"Well, uh, human skin can't make clothes... you really don't want to go?"

Shen Qingjun hesitated for a while, and finally decided, "...Go."

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Shen Qingjun changed his clothes, it was a water white crepe linen gown with sleeves closed at the mouth, clean color, without any lines, Chu Xuanzhao only saw him wear it once before.

A head of blue silk was tightly tied behind her back to her waist by an aqua-blue headband. The headband and the aqua-blue belt around her waist were of the same color and quality, corresponding to each other.

Chu Xuanzhao also wore a gown with cross-collared sleeves, dark silk and black background, and silver cyan carp pattern.

When the two walked out the door, Chu Xuanzhao looked at the two horses, one black and one white, and then at himself and Shen Qingjun, inexplicably embarrassed, "Hehe, that, when I was choosing horses, I didn't pay much attention to the fur color... "

"fine."

Chu Xuanzhao didn't seem to care much about what he said, just stared at the white horse, a little distracted, with his chin resting, eyes bent, and a smile on the corner of his mouth. No matter how you looked at it, that expression was cheap.

Shen Qingjun couldn't help squinting, heh, there is a problem.

Chu Xuanzhao untied the rope of the white horse, and handed it to Shen Qingjun, "However, it suits us, Pavilion Master, please get on the horse."

Shen Qingjun didn't move, "You should invite first."

The smile on the corner of Chu Xuanzhao's mouth drooped a little, "...The white horse is obviously suitable for you, or do you please?"

Shen Qingjun directly untied the black horse's rein, jumped up, "Let's go."

Chu Xuanzhao had no choice but to get on the horse, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball, seeing Shen Qingjun turning his head, he hastily put on a smile that he thought was brilliant...

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After leaving the outskirts of Beijing, the population gradually decreased. Henglan Mountain is not far away, only less than twenty miles west of the outskirts of Beijing.The road is not wide, and there is a forest in the middle. The autumn wind is bleak, the grass is yellow and the trees are withered. Looking up, it is full of desolate autumn scenery.

On the path in the forest, two horses, one black and one white, walked slowly, with the black horse in front and the white horse behind.Black horses and white clothes, black clothes and white horses, yellow leaves fluttering like butterflies, forming a scene of its own.

The person in white has a clear face, and his breath is cold and elegant. Being in the autumn forest is like white clouds falling from the sky in autumn.

The man in black, with handsome features, had a full smile, and his emotions were all in the corners of his brows and eyes. The autumn was cool and quiet, but it was hard to hide his nobleness and elegance.

Chu Xuanzhao thought of Shen Qingjun's many poems describing Qiu Xu, pulled the reins, and hurried a few steps to ride with him, "Qingjun, why are you so sad about autumn?"

"Autumn is sad, it's just hurting the scene."

Every autumn, the weather turns cold, and his body is afraid of the cold, so he naturally doesn't like autumn and winter.What's more, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, the setting sun shines, the solitary crow bluestone, the tall ginkgo biloba, are cold and silent, which can easily arouse bad mood.

"Don't think too much, you still have," you still have me.

When the words came to his lips, Chu Xuanzhao found it difficult to speak.Unexpectedly, Shen Qingjun seemed to have guessed his unfinished words, "Thank you. I'm just used to putting my thoughts into pen and ink. After writing, it will be better. You don't have to worry."

The two looked at each other and smiled, even Shuo Feng seemed to be warmed up a bit.

……

However, the death he committed, even if he died, he had to carry it on his own. Just when Chu Xuanzhao felt warm and comfortable, the white horse under him stopped and refused to move.

At this time, it is not far from Henglan Mountain, but there is no shop in front of the village or behind.

Shen Qingjun walked a few steps, and found that Chu Xuanzhao who was riding with him hadn't moved, looked back at him, and raised his eyebrows.

Chu Xuanzhao's face was a bit bitter, and he smiled flatteringly, "Qing Jun, this horse seems to be lazy, look, this barren mountain and wild forest, can you take me around?"

His original plan was that according to Shen Qingjun's preferences, he would definitely choose a white horse, and that white horse was trained by someone he had deliberately asked someone to train. It would run twenty miles every day. It was very clever and would not even take a mile. run more.

He reckoned, plus the distance from Fengchuyuan to Yazhuxuan, it was almost on the way to Henglan Mountain at that time, then he could take the opportunity to propose to take the same horse with Shen Qingjun, in that case, it would be...

hey hey...

But unexpectedly, Shen Qingjun insisted on riding a black horse!dark horse!

Chu Xuanzhao jumped off the horse, grabbed the reins and pulled hard, but the horse remained motionless like a mountain.

A gust of wind whipped up a palm-sized sycamore leaf, which covered his face.

"..."

"When plotting against others in the future, massage your own brain first. Isn't the prince's massage skills top-notch?" Shen Qingjun drove the horse to his side, watching him toss and turn condescendingly.

Chu Xuanzhao let go of the reins, raised his head and smiled, "Oh, massage doesn't work anymore. The injury caused by the horse's hoof is not so easy to heal. Qingjun, my brain was kicked by a horse. Is it a sick person? Lord Pavilion Master has pity on me, why don’t you take this sick person with me?”

Shen Qingjun couldn't help laughing, "This is not an example."

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Chu Xuanzhao took off the naan bag from the white horse, carried it on his back, and got on the black horse.

"This horse?" Shen Qingjun turned around and asked.

"...Don't worry, it will return to Fengchuyuan by itself tomorrow morning." Chu Xuanzhao's heart was beating non-stop with his chest pressed against his back.

Trying to take a few deep breaths, Chu Xuanzhao stretched out his arms a little apprehensively, and gently wrapped them around his waist.The moment he touched the upper waist, he felt the body under his hands tense up instantly, and he was stiff and motionless.

Shen Qingjun was no less nervous than him.

"I won't move around, don't be nervous." Chu Xuanzhao said softly.

"…Um."

Shen Qingjun pulled the rein and turned around.

Chu Xuanzhao was surprised, "Where are you going?"

"A horse, how to hunt, of course it is to go back." Shen Qingjun took it for granted.

Chu Xuanzhao reached forward, took the rein in his hand, and turned the horse's head back, "No need. There is a bell tower on the top of Henglan Mountain. From the tower, you can see the entire Henglan Mountain. Yesterday I ordered people to go to prepare supplies, you go there to rest, I said I would give you another full fur cloak, and I will never break my promise."

Shen Qingjun couldn't help chuckling, "It seems that the prince has been plotting for a long time about today's matter."

The west wind brushed against Shen Qingjun's hairline, and frowned Chu Xuanzhao's brows, his words contained deep meaning, "I have indeed been plotting for a long time."

Shen Qingjun didn't speak any more.

Chu Xuanzhao lowered his head slightly, the tip of his nose could touch the back of his head, such closeness, such feeling...

He slightly tightened the arms around his waist, smiled in the wind, and thought to himself, I have indeed plotted against you for a long time, and at this moment, I really want to just ride together like this, and go forever.

Shen Qingjun moved forward uncomfortably, "...can you relax your arms?"

On the contrary, Chu Xuanzhao tightened his grip, "Henglan Mountain is rugged and difficult to navigate. Even if you are riding alone, there are occasional people who fall off the horse. Just bear with it."

Shen Qingjun looked at the road ahead, and found that he had indeed entered the Henglan Mountain, but although the mountain road was not as good as the flat road, it was not as dangerous as Chu Xuanzhao said.

"Chu Xuanzhao."

"what happened?"

"…nothing."

"Oh."

So, after half an hour...

Chu Xuanzhao was still riding his horse on the side of Henglan Mountain.

"Chu Xuanzhao."

"what happened?"

"You said, should I abandon the horse and go, or should I abandon you?" Shen Qingjun literally gritted his teeth.

"Uh, if you ask me, I think it's not good. It's better if you and I abandon the horse together. You see, Gudao, West Wind, this place obviously lacks a 'skinny horse'? "

Shen Qingjun glanced at the fat and strong "skinny horse" speechlessly, and finally felt that it was a mistake to talk to him, so he pushed him off the horse, and then jumped off by himself, "I'm going up the mountain, you lead the horse ".

Chu Xuanzhao pulled the rein, led the horse and followed him, looked at his back, almost staring at his back for a while, and said softly, "You, you can't escape."

Shen Qingjun turned his head, "What did you say?"

"What?" Chu Xuanzhao looked puzzled.

"It's nothing, it's probably the wind."