The prince is very fierce

The warm sun is shining high, and the blue sky is cloudless.

There are many pilgrims and tourists on the stone path going up the mountain. Pedestrians who are tired from walking can be seen everywhere on the pavilions and stones on the roadside.

Song Yufu folded her hands on her waist and walked slowly down the winding stone steps. After taking a few steps, she would look back, purse her lips, and then continue walking down.

Now that I'm gone, I don't know when we can see each other again...or whether we won't see each other again for the rest of our lives...

With confused thoughts lingering in her heart, Song Yufu lowered her head and looked at the vermilion wine gourd on her waist, feeling a little more at ease.

Prince Xu... still regards me as a friend... If he says he will go to Yuelu Mountain, then he will definitely go...

Just like this, I was thinking about one ride after another, and unknowingly I had reached the mountainside.

Song Yufu found that she wanted to run back and say a few more words, but she stood on the steps for a while, not knowing what to say.

"girl……"

While hesitating, a simple and honest voice sounded from the side.

Song Yufu came back to her senses, let go of the wine gourd around her waist, and turned her head to look at the stone path beside her.

There were many people coming and going on the stone path. At this moment, standing next to her, was a strong man wearing coarse linen clothes. His tanned face was covered with sweat, and he was breathing heavily. It was obvious that he had just climbed here.

The man's hair is simple and his clothes are neat, like a common wanderer. Song Yufu was a little wary at first, but when she looked up, she found that the man was carrying a bamboo woven seat on his back like a basket.

The seat was cushioned with a quilt, and an old lady with gray hair was leaning on it. She wore a silk hairpin skirt, her face and hands were full of wrinkles, and her complexion was not very good. Her eyes were white and cloudy, and she seemed to have difficulty seeing. Squint your eyes and look at the surrounding flowers, plants and trees. When he noticed that he had stopped, he looked around and said in a hoarse voice:

"arrive?"

The man turned around and smiled:

"Mom, not yet, it's almost there."

Seeing this, Song Yufu hesitated for a moment and gave a slight blessing:

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and looked up at the stone steps above:

"Girl, this is the way to go to Furong Temple, right? How far is it from here?"

Yufeng Mountain is very big, and there are many roads up and down the mountain, but you can all reach Furong Temple in the end. Seeing that she was here to ask for directions, Song Yufu smiled softly: "You're right here, there's still more than a mile to go... Uncle, are you going to burn incense?"

The man hunched over and grinned, then lifted the bamboo chair on his back and said, "My mother is not in good health. I heard that this hibiscus will cure all kinds of diseases when I put the incense stick on it. Come and have a look..."

Song Yufu knew the rumors about Yufeng Mountain's miraculous effects, but she was a disciple of Confucianism and never believed in these "weird powers and deranged gods". Seeing that the man was dusty, he seemed to have come from far away, and he spoke politely, so she Advised:

"To see a doctor, you need to see a doctor. In a Taoist temple... I can't tell you for sure..."

As she spoke, Song Yufu looked at the old lady behind her. Although she didn't have any medical skills, she saw many elderly people. She probably suffered from geriatric disease, poor eyesight and forgetfulness. Then he said softly:

"There are many famous doctors in Chang'an. There is an old Mr. Zhao in Huichun Hall in Changlefang. He retired from Tai Hospital. Many uncles I know come to him when they are sick. His medicine is very effective in curing diseases. You can go there and have a look. "

The man looked a little happy when he heard this and nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, miss. I'll go take a look tomorrow."

Song Yufu nodded and prepared to continue down the mountain. When she looked around, she found that the very tired man was still climbing up the mountain.

"Uncle, you... it would be better if you go directly to the city to find the doctor, right?"

The man couldn't turn around while carrying the bamboo chair, so he just laughed:

"There's no reason not to enter the mountain when you're crossing the mountain. Go up there and pay your respects. Maybe it will work..."

"oh……"

Song Yufu looked at the old lady sitting in a daze on the bamboo chair, hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and continued walking down the mountain stone path...——

The official road at the foot of Yufeng Mountain, in the Yingjun Pavilion ten miles away from Chang'an City.

The carriage was waiting on the side of the road, and the little maid who had just been bought was standing outside the pavilion holding the horse.

Seeing each other off and welcoming each other ten miles away is a common courtesy among literati, and the name Yingjun Pavilion comes from this.

At this time, several literati were standing in the Yingjun Pavilion. Qi Xinghan, Xu Danqing, Song Baiqing, etc. were all famous literati and poets in Chang'an City for a long time.

Several jars of wine were placed in the pavilion. Xu Danqing hung a black oil-paper umbrella on his back, like a student on a long journey. He held a wine glass in his hand and was polite to old acquaintances. After several bowls of wine, his face turned red.

Song Baiqing had an old-fashioned temperament. He just stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his hands and looked at his daughter who was slowly walking down the mountain path.

Qi Xinghan and a few old men gathered around Xu Danqing to persuade him to drink, and they kept saying complimentary words:

"Old Xu, this jar of wine was rewarded by the Holy Spirit. I have served in the government for half my life. I didn't ask for the gold pen, so I got this jar of wine. In order to see you off today, I took out all the coffin boards..."

The speaker was Pei Yulong, a famous painter from Chang'an City. Pei Yulong can be regarded as the royal painter of the official family. Emperors, empresses, princes, princes, ministers and other figures with transcendent status always leave several portraits for future generations to admire. From the late emperor to the current emperor, Pei Yulong is basically the one who painted them. However, Xu Danqing's reputation as the "Sage of Painting" was too great, and he could not paint emperors and generals as he pleased. Pei Yulong's reputation was not that great.

Xu Danqing was so dizzy from being praised that he already had a big tongue. He laughed and said: "Mr. Pei is too polite. I will be away for up to two years. When I come back, I will definitely return a jar of good wine to you..."

Pei Yulong chuckled. Seeing that Xu Danqing was almost fed, he leaned a little closer and said softly: "We have known each other for so many years, and our friendship is pretty good. The Holy One asked you to paint Zhaohong Bagui. You have stayed in Chang'an City for so long. You can't do anything, right? Who is this first beauty? Let's find out..."

Beauties, wine, swords and horses are all the talk of elegance in Dayue's literary and martial arts circles. These old men who usually write and write are naturally interested.

The few people present to see him off showed some eagerness, waiting for Xu Danqing's answer.

Xu Danqing has indeed done nothing these days. He waved his hands with some shame: "I haven't drawn it yet. You will know when it is drawn."

Qi Xinghan didn't like talented people hiding in their clothes, so he immediately said: "Xu Danqing, don't be careless. We came all the way to see you off. If you don't even have accurate information, don't think about it today." Let’s go. Is it possible that there’s no one in Yangyang Chang’an that catches your eye? Or have you been hiding in Zhongnan Mountain for a few years and forgotten all about your skills?”

Xu Danqing was not happy when he heard this. He drank the wine in the glass and said with a chuckle: "I, Xu Danqing, will hide for ten more years and I will never forget my ability. I haven't painted beauties these days, but there is one masterpiece that caught my eye..." "As he said this, he looked around a few times. Seeing that his niece hadn't come back yet, he ran to the side of the horse and took out a scroll.

Everyone suddenly became serious, but their expressions still showed a bit of disdain, a common way to provoke generals.

Poets create good poems and painters create excellent paintings, but it is impossible for them to do it just to show off to themselves or to show off to their close friends.

Xu Danqing acted very casually, walked into the stone pavilion with the scroll, and unfolded it in front of everyone:

"This is it, I'm quite satisfied..."

There was a solemn silence in the stone pavilion. The drunken people all stood up straight. Even Song Baiqing, who didn't like poetry, calligraphy, painting and other elegant things, glanced sideways.

Pei Yulong narrowed his eyes slightly. As the saying goes, 'A layman only sees the excitement, an expert sees the door'. With just a glance, he was startled by the aura of 'who else would you rather me'? He immediately took a step forward and leaned over to take a closer look.

It's a pity that Xu Danqing has already felt the admiration of everyone, so he put the painting away coolly and said with a smile:

"Essays written in my spare time, written as a joke, are embarrassing."

"Hey"

"You guys, take it out and let people take a good look at it..."

"Yes, this girl is so heroic..."

"Hey! What kind of eyesight? It's obviously a man..."

"Hiss Xu Danqing, how do you draw a man..."

"This man looks a little familiar..."

There was a lot of noise and chatter, so I almost had to grab it.

Xu Danqing dared to wander around the world, and his martial arts skills were actually very high. He only got beaten when he encountered princes and nobles who couldn't take action. Naturally, he was not afraid of these old men who were good at writing. When he saw his niece walking over slowly, he immediately put the painting away and got on his horse:

"That's it for now. Please go back, everyone!"

Many old friends who saw him off could only give up in anger upon seeing this.

As a girl, Song Yufu naturally couldn't get in and be polite to the elders, so she hid the wine gourd behind her back, and when her father wasn't paying attention, she got into the carriage with the little maid her father bought for her.

"drive"

Not long after, a soft drink sounded on the official road.

Song Baiqing stood in the stone pavilion, watching the carriage and horse go further and further away on the official road.

On the small carriage, Song Yufu opened the curtain, left her father behind, raised her eyes to look at the Furong Temple in Yufeng Mountain in the distance, and bowed seriously:

"I wish you a spring-like season in the future!"

The soft words dissipated in the spring breeze in an instant...