Mei Gongqing

This is the South Mountain, Sulai is famous for its spectacular scenery and wonderful show.

On a rare day of spring and sunshine, more than a dozen young boys in gorgeous clothes, with kabuki, concubines and servants, walked off the carriage in havoc.

Looking at the mountain forest in front of him, a white, beautiful teenager said: "Man is quiet with the mountains, good place! ”

He turned to a gorgeous teenager walking on the right and said with a smile: “Su Jin, I heard you insisted on coming here because you have someone in mind here? ”

Su smiled softly. He looked up at the mountain forest and whispered: “My heart?” He smiled slowly when he read it, and it was quite complicated.

At this moment, a handsome teenager drank low: “Go away. ”

He was apparently the leader of these people, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the people quietly followed him and climbed up the mountain path.

As they climbed the mountain, the teenagers talked about poetry, but it was also quite elegant. Occasionally, a good word exits, and the accompanying kabukies lift their whistles and blow them out. The roaring music roams the mountain forest.

When the music was gentle and the laughter was constant, a teenager shouted: “The lake mountains are bright.” He prepared a poem, but he only sang one poem. After reading it out, he held his head up for half a day, sighed a long time, and turned around and asked: "Gentlemen, what should be the next sentence? ”

He asked and a few laughs came out at the same time.

And one of these laughs, a milky laugh, is extraordinarily harsh.

The teenagers flashed and brushed their sides overhead. Just on the left side of the highway, in a stacked leaf, you can see a horse riding figure.

The barking teenager glanced at him and drank: "Which one is laughing here? ”

Drinking a drop, a milky high singer came, “Heaven knows no heroism, I have lived in artemisinia all my life. ”

A white horse appeared in front of the crowd as the young singer floated.

Originally, the teenagers were very dissatisfied with this unprovoked laugher, all with a little anger. The moment I saw the child, I brushed my eyes brightly. Those Kabuki concubines, even lower cheers. If the owners hadn't moved, they'd have been scared.

In front of them is a three- or four-year-old. The child's skin is white, her eyes are bright, her eyebrows and her lips are beautiful and lovely.

Most astonishingly, he has long, oblique eyes, waves of hope, and is quite monstrous.

Such a small child already has the beauty of a generation of demons. Most rarely, beauty is the ultimate, the child moves and hopes, is extremely noble and accommodating, and anyone who sees it, it is definitely not a woman's beauty, and no one will doubt his gender.

How dare you meet such a beautiful child here. As if it were green and green, it was because of his arrival that the colours were a little rosy and fantastic.

When the crowd looked at the dementia, the child grieved with a white eye. But he was so cute, he couldn't help but laugh.

That's when the bard boy hey hey laughed: “It turns out it's a kid. You don't know poetry. Why would you lie to me about your adult poetry? ”

And he raised his chin and said, "Who says I don't know poetry? I made those two sentences myself. ”

In a single shout, the children were annoyed. He touched the back of his head and muttered: “My father said," How can I forget to be modest when I need to be strong? "”

His voice was quite small, and the crowd first burst into laughter.

Su had been staring at the child, and in the middle of nowhere, he saw a familiar shadow on the child.

In the laughter of the crowd, he took a step forward, looked at the child with concern, and said gently, "How did you get here alone in this wilderness? Go back, it's not good to worry your lord.” After a pause, he couldn't help but ask, "Who's your mother? ”

The child crooked his head and his watery phoenix eyes swung. He smiled at Su, revealing his little white teeth, "Well, it's time to go back. I said I'd wait for my father to come home. ”

Come on, he didn't answer Su Jing's words. He drove twice and drove his horse back.

Watching the little man go further and further away, the ladies shouted, "What a beautiful child! I don't know who it is.” Among the laughs, only Su looked at the little man, and for a while, he shook his head and smiled.

Half an hour later, a carriage stopped and several guards held Wang Hong down from the carriage and walked up another mountain path.

“Mr. Lang? ”

When Wang Hong suddenly stopped, the guard opened his mouth, and he looked forward with Wang Hong's eyes.

The guard immediately smiled away and said with joy, "It's the boy. ”

As he said, he couldn't control his footsteps and ran towards the little man in front of him.

The little man was squatting under the tree, holding a branch in his hand, and stabbed him intermediately.

The guard squatted in front of him and asked softly: "What is Xuan Xiaoro doing? ”

The little man raised his head. The guard couldn't help laughing at the little man's shiny phoenix eyes and turning them into a line, full of compassion.

The little man did not reply, and he looked at Wang Hong behind the escort.

Wang Hong saw, slowly and slyly walked to the child, staring down at him. He said softly: “Why didn't you answer him? ”

The little man glanced at Wang Hong and crisply said: “What's your hurry? ”

After choking Wang Hong, he looked seriously at the escort. "I'm thinking. ”

Such a small man said he was thinking, the guard was a little handsome. He still wants to laugh. Wang Hong on one side has asked, “What are you thinking? ”

The little man flattened his mouth and replied: “I don't want to talk about it.” He stared at Wang Hong, his eyes were a little red, "you went to play again? ”

His pink cheeks stirred up, and the crystalline light flashed in Wang Hong's eyes. Wang Hong knows that this kid is actually blaming himself for not taking him to play too. But the boy has only said half a word since he could speak.

Wang Hong smiled. He bent over and held his son in his arms.

With his son in his arms, Wang Hong said seriously: “You are a man. What kind of eyes are you? ”

Little man's arms held him around his neck, and he had a white face on his plate. "You walk for half a month, you leave me alone with your mother, I'm not happy. I asked Mother why you didn't take me with you, and Mother said you blamed me for not looking well and embarrassing you, but what happened? ”

The little man asked something, but as soon as his words landed, several guards brushed and stared at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong choked and did not speak for half a day.

The little man looked at him and nodded vigorously and said seriously: "I said to my mother, nothing like that. Father, you are a suspect. The celebrities say that I am better than Father. I am more talented than you were when you were younger. You are jealous and you refuse to take me. ”

Wang Hong can't speak anymore. Behind him, however, the guards could not help but be patient.

Wang Hong stared at his son and laughed dumbly for a while: "You little boy.” The little man's face was so silly, he looked so cute, he couldn't help but kiss his little face and explain: “Neither can I. Xuan was too attractive, and his father had returned to hiding, so he didn't want my son to attract too many people's attention. ”

The little man lowered his head and thought. He nodded his head. "That's the truth. Mother was the dumbest, she looked so good, always said she didn't look so good. I'm prettier than she is, and she says I'm not good looking either. Mother can't really talk. ”

Wang Hongha smiled and walked forward with him. "Yes, your mother is the dumbest.” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)