Houmen's concubine

This is the second time for Wang Tonger to walk the mountain road. The last time she took the downhill road to save Qin Yu, she has never walked such a long uphill road, let alone the slightly winding and rugged mountain road. Humulus by the roadside hooked the corners of the skirt.

Wang Tong'er couldn't help admiring Mr. Hua's good health, how the old man usually goes up and down the mountain on such a steep mountain road.

No wonder it is difficult for others to invite him, the journey is too long.

She didn't know that Huawenge looked like a gentle and learned Confucian.

In fact, he is also a person with complete civil and military skills. Twenty years ago, he was also a well-known cabinet member of the imperial court.

Just like today's Xie Yuheng, he is a capable minister who can ride and shoot to suppress bandits, and who can recite poems and fight against the enemy!
This mountain road is not worth mentioning to him, and it only takes half the time of ordinary people to reach it.

Huawenge's luck was bad. When he was in full swing, his mother died in his hometown of Qinzhou. The filial Huawenge returned to his hometown Dingyou for three years, and three years later he returned to the court.He resisted the rejection of others, and just got along well, how could he think that his old father, who was always in good health, would be driving a crane again...

After so many visits, Huawen Pavilion is nearly forty years old, and his position has long been lost in the court.

Originally, the senior officials in the court excluded him as a poor boy, how could he be allowed to ask for leave again and again to go back to his hometown Ding You?
After that, various reasons made him disheartened, so he asked to resign and return to his hometown for retirement...

At that time, Emperor Mingzheng was still a little prince of six or seven years old, and Xie Yuheng had not yet been born.

At Wang Tong'er's birthday banquet that day, when Qin Jingjing reached out to grab Wang Tong'er, he also stood up to save her, but he was a step too late, and Xie Yuheng took the first step.

Xiuyun followed behind Wang Tong'er, carrying a food box in one hand and a skirt in the other, walking behind Wang Tong'er in the scorching sun.

Xiaoyan, who was leading the horse, was at the end. Xiaoyan wore a bamboo hat on his head so he was not afraid of the sun. He led the horse and walked two steps behind Xiuyun, and said, "Girl, give me the food box."

Xiuyun turned her head and saw it was Xiaoyan, and saw that he was reaching out to take the food box in her hand, "It's okay." Xiuyun's tanned face was even more flushed.

"Give me the food box, here is an oiled paper umbrella, don't let it dry out."

When Xiuyun heard what Xiao Yan said, her heart warmed up.

She has grown up so much, except for the young master, no one has really cared about her.

It's impossible not to be moved, looking at the sincere baby-faced Xiao Yan behind him, murmuring in his small mouth, he didn't know what to say.

While walking up, looking around at the scenery, Wang Tonger immediately turned her head when she heard the movement behind her, ah, I was really careless, and let Xiuyun suffer.

"Let's go, there is an open space in front, why don't we get rid of the pastries in the food box?" Wang Tong'er pointed to a tree-shaded open space with her little finger.

"Master, didn't you say you brought this box of pastries to Mr. Hua?" Xiuyun asked strangely.

"Don't leave it to him, hehe, let's solve it on the spot to comfort the Wu Zang Temple."

The mountain road is already difficult to walk, and it is not worthwhile to walk such a long mountain road with a food box. It is not worthwhile for Xiuyun to be unable to open an umbrella for this box of pastries.

Although Mr. Hua likes to eat pastries from Liji Tea House, next time he can let Xiaoyan buy them specially, and he doesn't care about the high point of this box.

Besides, I was hungry too.

Well, it's such a happy decision.

Rest for a cup of tea in the open space, and eat the pastries in the food box in Xiuyun's hand.

The three of them practiced the kung fu for a stick of incense again, and the main path gradually opened up. At the end of the mountain path, there was a wide open space, on which a garden abode was built, surrounded by green bamboos, white walls and gray tiles, so quiet and quiet.

Flying birds return to their nests in the distance, floating clouds swim, and cooking smoke rises gradually.In spring, the twilight is mild, and the wheat fields are lightly dewed. A farmer is returning home with a lot of hoe, singing his song with a long and clear voice.

Wang Tong'er thought that Mr. Hua's family lived on Wuwei Mountain, but it turned out to be a small village.

Xiaoyan led the horse and asked a farmer who was working in the field where Huawen Pavilion lived.

I saw the middle-aged farmer wearing a bamboo hat stretching his arms and pointing to the northwest. It turns out that the garden abode hidden in a green forest from a distance, with white walls and gray tiles, is the residence of Huawen Pavilion.

It was not far away, but it took half an hour to reach the hill where Mr. Hua lived.

But the scenery here is unique, and the sun doesn't seem to be as hot as before.

Mr. Hua built the entire small hill into a house, and the road was also widened, and the road paved with bluestone slabs became less steep.

At first glance, it is really a fairyland on earth.

Looking up, I saw that in a canyon halfway up a nearby mountain, there was actually a waterfall pouring down from above in the valley. I don’t know if the height of the waterfall is fog or cloud, so it’s hard to see clearly. up flowers.

Flowers are blooming and butterflies are coming.

In the woods on the left and right, there were birds singing from time to time, and there seemed to be small animals running in the middle of the forest.

Wang Tonger noticed that the plum tree was planted on the left, but this season there was no attractive fragrance of plum blossoms, only bare branches remained.

On the right is a bamboo forest, and the wind blows, making rustling noises.

At the end of the mountain road is a tall arched gate. Two red oil paper lanterns are hung on both sides of the gate, and four powerful characters are written on the plaque on the eaves of the gate - Wuwei Villa.

The gatekeeper was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in a bun, who came forward and cupped his hands and asked, "Excuse me, is this Young Master Qin Yu?"

Wang Tong'er calmed down, took a breath and nodded, and agreed: "That's right, please, brother, please report for me."

Unexpectedly, the little boy shook his hand and said, "The master said that Young Master Qin is here, so he was led in directly." Your young master Qin has arrived, you can lead her in."

"okay."

Following the voice, Wang Tong'er saw a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old in coarse cloth and short brown who came out.

The young man bowed to Wang Tong'er and said, "Young Master Qin, please follow me to the Patriarch's place."

"Well, okay." Wang Tong'er smiled slightly at the two of them, and nodded.

Bypassing the wall photo, the entrance is a wide front yard, with verandahs built on the left and right, and stone paved pathways under the steps, passing through the front yard, and entering through the second gate. Inside, there is a typical arrangement of small bridges and flowing water in the south.The ground is inlaid with bluestone slabs, winding through the flowers and plants.

Walking through the scattered flower paths, crossing the yellowed grass slopes, bypassing the rockery and flowing water, and then climbing up the hill, the hill is connected to an arch bridge, and under the arch bridge is a lake, reflecting the sky and water under the sunlight , sparkling silver light, so dazzling that it is impossible to open your eyes.

Wang Tonger sighed in her heart: What a paradise...