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Chapter 29 Mingfeng Spring

"Zhang Li, don't let my uncle and aunt know about my arrival in Qingzhou." When he first arrived in Qingzhou, he didn't want to be detained in the county palace.

"Yes."

"Also, go and ask me about the girl who hurt me in the weaving department that day."

Zhang Li stepped back and went out in an instant.

Zhou Wei squinted his eyes slightly, leaned on the couch with his hands on his pillow, thoughtful.This time he went to Qingzhou, the emperor's uncle didn't know, if he knew, he would definitely not allow him.

Qingzhou County borders Cheng'an County. In the past two years, Wu Xianju, the king of Cheng'an County, sent his daughter to the imperial palace. The beautiful and beautiful Concubine Wu was favored by the emperor. She gave birth to a prince within a year of entering the palace, and was directly promoted to imperial concubine, second only to the empress. under.

Although the empress is the head of the six palaces, she gradually lost her favor as her color gradually faded, and the emperor even became suspicious of the Yongchang Hou Mansion.If he knew that he had arrived in Qingzhou this time, he didn't know what he would guess.

Zhou Wei looked at the picture of a hundred sons embroidered on the bed curtain, feeling a little bored.

This time, if his mother hadn't forced him to get engaged to Duke Qin's second daughter, he wouldn't have run out, and if he hadn't heard that Qingzhou held an embroidery competition, and the streets were full of delicious food, he wouldn't have come to Qingzhou either.

Thinking of Duke Qin's second daughter, he sighed. That woman was notoriously ugly. Although the rumors may not be credible, one could tell from Duke Qin's terrifying white eyes that his daughter was destined to be a good girl. Where to go.

Zhou Wei turned over, squinted his eyes and dozed off.The wound on the leg has been rubbed with medicine and the pain is gone, but I still can't sleep.

He just climbed up a tree to rest for a while when he was tired from riding the dark clouds, how could he know that that dead girl actually falsely accused him of being a disciple.

It really doesn't make sense.However, when he looked at his bruised leg, she really hit him twice. From such a distance, the inkstone seemed to have eyes, and it must have hit him.

The night was silent.

Zhou Wei heard the sound of someone coming in from the courtyard wall.

He lay motionless on his side.The door was gently pushed open, and Zhang Li came in, "Your Majesty, the one who hurt you is Miss Chang Si, the eldest daughter of Chang Pu, the Minister of Weaving Department."

"You didn't find out who Miss Chang Si learned the skill of throwing stones from." Zhou Wei asked lazily.

"Ms. Chang Si's mother died young. She grew up in the countryside since she was a child. She just returned to Qingzhou recently. No one has heard that she has learned the skill of throwing stones." Zhang Li replied.

"She grew up in the countryside?" Zhou Wei sat up suddenly, "You mean she didn't have a mother since she was a child."

"Yes, I heard that Chang Si's biological mother passed away when she was a few years old, and now Chang Pu's stepwife is Pei Shi, a concubine Fuzheng, who is Chang Wu's biological mother."

"No wonder?" Zhou Wei lay down again with his hands on his head, and he put his injured foot on the other leg, shaking it flickeringly, "Have you asked how Miss Chang Si's embroidery skills are?"

"That's not clear."

Zhou Wei turned his head and asked, "Then have you found out what's interesting in Qingzhou?

Grandpa is so bored in the capital, he always wants to find a fun place to relax. "

"The most famous thing in Qingzhou is Mingfeng Spring. I heard that it is quiet and quiet there. If you are lucky, you can hear the phoenix singing!" Zhang Li said.

The phoenix blew, and Zhou Wei became interested when he heard it, "Okay, master will go to Mingfeng Spring tomorrow."

Before dawn on the second day, Zhou Wei rode his horse all the way to Fengming Spring.

It is said to be Fengming Spring, but it is actually because the surrounding ancient trees are towering, attracting many birds to come to build their nests, and all kinds of melodious bird calls fill it, so it is named Fengming Spring.

There is only one stone path to Fengming Spring. Zhou Wei got off his horse and whistled, and the horse immediately disappeared like a mountain forest and went on its own.

Zhang Li who came from behind tied the horse, and the two walked up the stone steps together.

After walking for a long time, various birdsong echoed in the valley, crisp and sweet.

Turning a corner, there is a cliff in front of you, and the spring water flows from the crevices of the cliff to the deep pool of about half an acre below. The whole rock is the bottom, and the water is especially clear.

Zhou Wei found a flat stone and sat down, holding a broken branch to fan the wind, "It's too quiet, but it's not lively. It's Fengming Spring, I think it's the singing of birds, right? I think it's not unusual Very much."

Zhang Li took the dry food in his pocket and handed it to Zhou Wei, "I heard that there is a temple above here, and there are eminent monks in it."

Zhou Wei is not interested in temples, but he has come all the time. Since it is a scene in Qingzhou, he might as well go and have a look.

The temple is on the top of the mountain, and there are not many pilgrims.Zhou Wei walked around and found it meaningless.When I arrived in the backyard, I suddenly saw an unknown fruit tree with fist-sized fruits densely packed on it.

Zhou Wei had never seen this kind of fruit before, and wondered, "What kind of fruit is this, it bears so much."

The monk who followed put his palms together and said with a smile: "This is called Duoyiguo, which is native to the barbarians. Our uncle brought it back from his travels and planted it in the yard. It has been more than 50 years now."

"Duoyiguo?" Zhou Wei became interested, "What does it taste like? Have you ever eaten it?"

"This Duoyi fruit tastes sour, but it can appetize. If you have a bad appetite, eating it can actually appetize."

The monk saw that he was interested, so he called the little monk next to him to pick some, washed them and sent them over.

Zhou Wei picked up one and just took a bite, his eyebrows and nose wrinkled into a ball.

What the hell is this?Hawthorn is sour enough, it is more than ten times sour than hawthorn.

He handed Duoiguo to Zhang Li with a little embarrassment, "It's really a bit sour, Zhang Li, try it."

Zhang Li took it, "???"

He never eats sour, okay?

Zhou Wei put the remaining Duoyi fruits in his arms, and smiled at the monk with a flattering face, "This fruit tastes good, I will take the rest back and eat slowly tomorrow."

Zhang Li looked suspicious, this fruit tasted so sour that he couldn't eat any of it, why would he eat it slowly tomorrow?The prince couldn't have really broken his head by falling from a tree.

Zhou Wei didn't know what Zhang Li was thinking. At this moment, his head was full of the funny look of Chang Luoyun being wrinkled into a ball by Duoyiguo, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Damn girl, just wait and see, this is the price you paid for beating me.

He took out a Duoig from his bosom and sniffed it on his nose, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his legs were clamped on the horse's belly, and the dark cloud carried him away.

Chang Luoyun was lowering her head and focusing on drawing flowers on the meridian. She held her sleeve with her left hand and swiped the pen with her right. After a short while, a peach blossom tree had begun to take shape.

She straightened up, looked at it, and was about to bend down and continue writing.

"Oh!"

A piece of fruit flew in through the open window and slammed on the table, and fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to her feet.

She raised her head, and there was a young man in purple sitting on the opposite branch, looking at her with peach blossom eyes.

She picked up the fruit, raised her hand and threw it viciously at the person on the tree without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)