West Mountain. Plum garden.
Ning Xinhai stopped the carriage at the entrance of the plum garden and called out to the carriage, "Miss, we've arrived at the West Mountain."
The curtain was lifted, and Taohong and Liulu quickly got off the carriage.
Liulu put down the stepping stool, and Taohong took Cui Xiaoxin's hand and helped her down from the carriage, while reminding her, "Miss, the snow is slippery, Xiaoxin's feet."
"It's okay." Cui Xiaoxin responded softly.
Li Muyang stood to one side, still holding the 'Winter plum blossoms bloom proudly in snow' painting that he was going to give to Cui Xiaoxin.
Cui Xiaoxin only brought one carriage to the West Mountain to admire the snow. Taohong and Liulu were waiting on her in the carriage, delivering pastries and fruits as well as an incense burner. They were extremely busy. Ning Xinhai was in charge of driving the carriage. Li Muyang did not need to drive the carriage, nor did he have the opportunity to sit in the carriage. He could only follow beside the carriage.
Fortunately, the weather was cold and the road was slippery, the carriage was not moving fast, and Li Muyang would not fall behind.
Cui Xiaoxin was dressed in a white dress with a black cloak on the outside. The black and white were distinct, adding to her delicate charm.
Because she had been sitting in the carriage for a long time, her feet were a little stiff after landing on the ground. She walked slowly in the same place, the cloud boots on her feet making clicking sounds as she stepped on the white snow. She looked up at the boundless world, and said with a smile, "It's beautiful. The West Mountain is beautiful, and is most beautiful when it snows. "
Ning Xinhai glanced at Li Muyang and said in a comforting voice, "Miss, it's cold outside, and the cold air in the mountains is even colder. Why don't you just take a look from a distance, remember the scenery of the plum garden in your mind, and then go back and sit in front of the stove to describe it in detail, what do you think? "
Cui Xiaoxin refused Ning Xinhai's kindness. "Uncle Ning, the mind can remember the scenery, only when you are in the scenery can you really appreciate the beauty of the snow and the wild plum blossoms. Only in the West Mountain, surrounded by countless wild plum blossoms, could one truly paint the Snow Soul Plum Fragrance. Otherwise, the work will lose its spirit. "
Cui Xiaoxin turned to look at Li Muyang and said, "Senior Brother Li Mu, is it like this?"
Li Muyang bowed and said, "Miss Xiaoxin can just call me Li Mu, I am not worthy to be Miss Xiaoxin's martial brother. However, Miss Xiaoxin was right. On the path of painting, emotions were the most important. If one doesn't mourn and mourn, how can one paint the flourishing of spring and the desolation of autumn? "
"There are precedents in understanding the Dao, and there are specializations in one's craft. You are the sinner who saved my life, and your art of painting is far better than mine, so it is natural for me to call you Senior Brother. You don't have to decline anymore, "Cui Xiaoxin said with a chuckle. "Uncle Ning, park the carriage. I took Taohong and Liulu to the plum garden to admire the plum blossoms and paint. You can look for us later. "
"Miss, you must not. Thousand Buddha Temple has just been attacked, how can Miss go into danger again? "Ning Xinhai refused. "I will park the carriage in a sheltered place, and then follow Miss into the mountains to look for plum blossoms. Otherwise, if something happens to Miss, even if I die a hundred times I will not be able to escape. "
Cui Xiaoxin knew that Ning Xinhai's worries were reasonable. If it weren't for Ning Xinhai's protection, her parents and family would not allow her to go out.
So, Cui Xiaoxin nodded and said, "That's good. Let's go in together. "
Ning Xinhai drove the carriage to a sheltered place at the foot of the mountain, and tied the reins to a thick branch. Then the group of people walked towards the valley of the West Mountain. The valley was full of wild plum blossoms, and in winter the flowers bloomed beautifully.
Liulu was carrying Cui Xiaoxin's painting bag on her back, while Ning Xinhai was helping to hold the drawing board.
Taohong wanted to help Cui Xiaoxin, but was refused by Cui Xiaoxin. "I am not a delicate woman, what does this little snow mean to me? I can take care of myself, I don't need help. "
She took a few quick steps, and like a bird freed from its cage, she took the lead and rushed into the plum forest in front of her. "The plum blossoms of the West Mountain really opened."
"Miss — —"
Taohong and Liulu trotted to keep up, while Ning Xinhai quietly and unhurriedly followed behind Cui Xiaoxin.
Li Muyang looked at the cheerful figure of Cui Xiaoxin, a happy smile on his face.
As she said, only those few years in Jiangnan city were her happiest and happiest.
After arriving at Tiandu, due to the influence of her identity and the constraints of her status, she had to restrain her emotions and be a little girl like Xiaoxin.
As long as she was in the wilderness, with only the most trusted people as companions, she could restore her nature and become a happy and worry-free little girl.
Cui Xiaoxin shuttled through the plum forest, seemingly very familiar with the wild plum forest.
It was not until she was gasping for breath that she stopped under a big plum tree.
Cui Xiaoxin pointed to the big plum tree with blooming red plum blossoms, and said with a smile, "When I was young, it had already grown very big. It is the largest plum tree in this plum forest, and I have always called it the 'King of Trees'. Later I went to Tiandu, and did not come to see it for several years. I didn't expect it to grow even bigger, and can be found among the other plum trees at a glance — — "
Li Muyang also admired the plum tree, as if he had understood a part of Cui Xiaoxin's life, and entered a small world that others did not know about.
Cui Xiaoxin looked at Li Muyang. "Senior brother Li Mu, how about you and I paint this King of Trees?"
"Yes." Li Muyang bowed.
Hearing the Miss' order, Ning Xinhai immediately put down the easel. Taohong and Liulu busily arranged the painting tools.
Taohong wanted to help grind the ink, but was refused by Cui Xiaoxin.
Cui Xiaoxin looked at Li Muyang. "Can I trouble senior brother Li Mu to help grind the ink? I have heard Teacher say that the depth of ink is also extremely important in the way of painting, and is the basis of whether a good painting can be painted. If the ink is too heavy or the colour is uneven, I'm afraid it will affect the effect of the painting. "
"I'd be happy to help." Li Muyang said aloud. Rolling up his sleeves, he took the inkstone from Liulu's hand, put it on the small table and gently ground it.
Taohong and Liulu watched from the side, while Ning Xinhai frowned thoughtfully at Li Muyang.
"What is the reason for Miss to be so close to a cart driver?"
Cui Xiaoxin glanced at Taohong and Liulu. "You two go play, don't stand there like two tree stumps and affect my mood of painting."
"Miss — —"
"Go."
Taohong and Liulu glanced at each other, and then walked away with a strange smile on their faces.
Cui Xiaoxin turned to look at Ning Xinhai again. Ning Xinhai had no choice but to turn around and walk towards a boulder not far away. He wiped the snow off the boulder with his sleeve, and then sat on it to take a nap.
When the people around her had dispersed, Cui Xiaoxin sighed softly, looked at Li Muyang and said, "I can finally say something."
Li Muyang's heart made a 'thump' sound, thinking that Cui Xiaoxin deliberately brought him to this West Mountain plum garden, and sent away the maids and guards one by one, was it just to lay her cards on the table?
If she asked him if he was Li Muyang at this time, how should he answer?
Tell the truth, or continue to hide his identity?
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