Two days later, the carriages slowly entered the middle of Cang Mountain.
The magnificent Cang Mountain was incomparably majestic. Hundreds of years ago, a generation of emperors had used hundreds of thousands of hard laborers to forcefully open up an official road that allowed carriages to pass through the mountains. This was to facilitate his summer vacations in the Cang Mountain. But in fact, not long after this huge, laborious road was completed, the emperor died on top of the soft bodies of his concubines. Unexpectedly, it had never been used even once.
In the past few hundred years, the world had risen and fallen countless times, but gradually, this mountain closest to the capital had become the back garden of high officials and nobles. Since the previous dynasty, many laws had been issued, establishing the extremely thick air of officialdom on Cang Mountain. Even the cold mountain wind could not blow it away.
From then on, Cang Mountain forbade hunting, burning forests to open up wastelands, and everything that poor people could do was prohibited. Cang Mountain became purely a vacation spot for the rich. Nowadays, in addition to a few temples for ascetic cultivators and some hermits, the rest of the land was given by the emperor to some of the ministers in the court. They were used to build other estates and relieve the pain of the court's complicated affairs.
The residences of the Fan clan were built halfway up the mountain. It was a good place bestowed by the previous emperor half a year before his death. The surroundings were very quiet. In front of the villa was a clear stream. The red leaves that fell from the mountain peak floated down from this clear stream. The stream was dotted with yellow flowers, and inside the villa was quiet. In this cold autumn, the shadows of wild geese were sparse in the sky, and it was indescribably lonely.
After Fan Xian and his group arrived, the villa immediately became lively. Early on, the servants had tidied up the villa. Because they did not know how long the young master, mistress, and mistress planned to stay here, Fan Manor had prepared a lot of dried game. They had even sent three singing girls to the mountain to sing every day. Who knew how many little squirrels that had been storing food for the winter were scared away?
"What a good place." There were servants who went to arrange the rooms. Fan Xian strolled to the front of the villa. Not far below his feet, there were clouds floating lightly. The thin mountain and green forest in the distance were particularly clear. He could not help but sigh.
Lin Wan'er gently leaned against his side and smiled. "It really is good. When I was a child, I lived in Cang Mountain for a while. It was not as quiet as your family's villa."
"This is our home." Fan Xian corrected. He then lovingly tied up his wife's collar. The cold air on the mountain was heavy. He was worried that she would catch a cold before her body recovered.
Lin Wan 'er giggled and said, "I know, husband."
For the next few days, the young men and women passed their days in the quiet mountains. It was as if they didn't know how long the world was in peace and happiness. Fan Xian had not seen this kind of life for many days, so he seemed to enjoy it very much. Every day, if he wasn't taking Wan'er along the slippery mountain path, he was standing behind his sister, watching her thin brush as she captured the beautiful scenery of the Cang Mountains on paper.
This could be considered the true married life between Lin Wan'er and Fan Xian after their marriage. In this period of time, the newlyweds gradually changed from the initial love at first sight to the excitement of meeting across the wall, and then to the worry that followed. Finally, they could peacefully enjoy this thing called love. The end of the passion transformed into a delicate fragrance that lasted even longer.
One morning, Lin Wan'er lazily opened her eyes. She subconsciously put her fleshy arm to the side and found that there was no one beside her. She was wrapped in a warm blanket. She didn't know where her husband had gone.
Lin Wan'er was not surprised. Ever since they had consummated their marriage, she knew that Fan Xian would wake up very early every day. She didn't know where he went, but before she woke up, he would quietly return to his room.
She had always been curious, but when she lived in Fan Manor, it was not convenient for her to do anything. Now that she was in Cang Mountain, there were no elders or those annoying old nannies by her side. Lin Wan'er rolled her eyes. She got up and put on a thick cloak. She put on a pair of soft shoes, and like a thief, she sneaked out the door.
A gust of morning wind hit her face, and she shivered from the cold. She didn't dare tarry. She secretly smiled and went to the other main room at the end of the corridor. She knocked twice on the door. When the sleepy Fan Ruoruo heard her voice, she quickly got up and opened the door. She was only wearing a thin layer of clothing, and she was freezing. She rubbed her hands and said, "Sister-in-law, so early?"
After Lin Wan'er arrived at Cang Mountain, the little mischief that had always been hidden under her shy and cute temperament finally came out. She stuck out her tongue, hugged Ruoruo's waist, and pulled her into the warm quilt. She let out a very comfortable sigh.
Fan Ruoruo wasn't used to sleeping in the same bed as someone else, so she felt a little strange. But this little sister-in-law was very affectionate. She hugged Ruoruo and put her face next to hers. She quietly asked, "Do you know what your brother does every day when it's not bright?"
Fan Ruoruo felt her sister-in-law's cold hand on her waist. She thought that if her brother saw this, he would be heartbroken. She quickly grabbed her hand to warm it. She said in a bad mood, "You are a couple. Why are you asking me?"
Lin Wan'er laughed and said, "That brother of yours is always so mysterious. Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about every night, when we are talking and playing chess in the room, where does he go? Aren't you curious? "
Hearing her sister-in-law say this, Ruoruo, who had a calm temperament, couldn't help but feel a little confused. She knew that her brother practiced every morning, but these past few nights, her brother had disappeared for a period of time. She really didn't know what he was doing.
"In the morning, he practices martial arts. At night... I don't know. I'll ask him."
Lin Wan'er was curious. "Practice martial arts? What kind of martial arts? Can we go take a look? "
"Sister-in-law, you're so curious."
"Of course." Lin Wan'er's eyes lit up, like the lake in the summer villa. "As a wife, it's normal to be curious about what her husband is doing."
Fan Ruoruo realized that her sister-in-law didn't have many of the habits of the palace. In some ways, she felt that she was even more mischievous than she was. She couldn't help but laugh. "It's so cold. If I were married, I'd rather sleep in my bed. If you go out now and my brother sees you and scolds you, I won't help you. "
Lin Wan'er didn't know what Fan Xian looked like when he was angry, but she knew her husband's temperament. She grimaced. Suddenly, she smiled. "If we get married? It's late autumn. It looks like my sister-in-law is beginning to feel sleepy. "
Perhaps it was because the bed was too warm, or perhaps it was because she was shy, but Fan Ruoruo's face reddened. "What kind of sister-in-law are you?" She reached out to tickle Lin Wan'er. Lin Wan'er yelped and hit back. The young sister-in-law and sister-in-law played around on the bed.
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In the end, Fan Ruoruo was no match for a married woman. Panting, she had no choice but to get out of bed. She wrapped her sister-in-law in layers of clothing. After confirming that the mountain wind couldn't reach her neck, she took her hand and left the villa to find her brother.
The sky was bright, and the people in the villa were still preparing for the morning. No one noticed that the two masters had slipped out like thieves. Most of the land on the mountainside was the property of the Fan family, so no one came to disturb them. The two girls walked carefully along the path in the forest toward the mountainside.
"Are you sure it's this way?" Fan Ruoruo frowned. "This mountain is so big. Let's not get lost."
"Don't worry." Lin Wan'er smiled. "I have an intuition. I can feel where my husband is."
Fan Ruoruo thought helplessly. She could only trust her unreliable intuition. Although she thought this way, she paid attention to the ground under her feet. She found that people had indeed stepped on it. This small path was so quiet. Other than her elder brother, no one else would have the interest to go into the barren mountain.
After some time, the two young girls finally plucked the autumn leaves and wiped the dew off their clothes. They passed through the forest and arrived at the side of the mountain. Fortunately, Lin Wan'er's body had recovered after taking Fei Jie's medicine. Otherwise, she might not have been able to make it this far. Seeing her sister-in-law's red face, Ruoruo felt sorry for her and wiped her face. She reminded her to fasten her cloak, which had already been unbuttoned. Only then did the two look forward.
If they didn't look, they wouldn't have known.
At the foot of the mountain was a gentle slope rarely seen in Cang Mountain. Above it was a meadow that was still green under the autumn frost. Looking up, there was a steep cliff that was more than ten zhang high. The slope was abnormally steep, and among the rocks, there were yellow bamboos that pierced the sky like swords.
There was a person on the cliff. It was Fan Xian, dressed in unlined clothing. Looking at him, he was about to jump off the cliff!
Lin Wan'er saw this and was indescribably shocked. She opened her mouth to cry out in alarm to stop Fan Xian. Unexpectedly, a soft and slightly cold hand covered her lips.
Fan Ruoruo narrowed her eyes and looked at her brother on the cliff. Pretending to be calm, she said, "Don't worry." He didn't know where her confidence came from.
At this time, Fan Xian had already jumped down from the cliff. His body could be seen jumping between the rocks. Each step was dangerously close to stepping on the only place where he could put his weight. As he descended, his speed became faster and faster. A few times, he almost crashed into the bamboos.
But he seemed to have an innate ability to predict. He would always turn one or two turns ahead of time. He would choose a place to land, as well as the strength of the rebound, and he would brush past the bamboos.
This relied on the powerful control brought by the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body. It also relied on the instincts he had learned from Wu Zhu.
In reality, in a flash, his body was like a black light. He passed through the bamboo forest and rocks and landed steadily on the meadow. Fan Xian turned his head slightly and looked at the two girls with surprise. "Why are you here?"
His breathing was not chaotic, but the bamboos on the steep slope swayed gently from his breath.
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