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  Chapter 312 Is the mountain owner so edible?

Thousands of miles away from the border of the Tang Dynasty, Zhou Ji was walking on the bank of a vast and vast river. There was a soft bang, and a fish with a pitch-black body and a bright red tail jumped out cheerfully, wagging its tail. The surface of the water, and then fell into the river again, as if stopping to follow Zhou Ji's footsteps, but was still washed away by the rapid current, and there was the direction of Dahe Country.

  Zhou Ji smiled calmly, followed the little red fish that jumped out of the water and glanced across the shore.

  At this time, a group of bright red fiery figures ran in the opposite direction of him, and hurriedly passed by the shallows. It looks like they are rushing in the direction of Datang.

  Because the distance was too far, Zhou Ji couldn't identify the other party's identity, so he turned his eyes to look at the river rolling eastward.

   Stepping forward, Zhou Ji's figure disappeared in place.

  Ye Hongyu seemed to feel something in her heart, and suddenly tightened the reins. The crimson shawl was blown up by the strong wind, and the hair that was blown randomly fluttered behind Ye Hongyu's shoulders.

Suddenly looking back, there was only a desolate wilderness on the other side of the big river. Ye Hongyu was silent for a moment, showing a self-deprecating smile, and lightly knocked down the horse's belly. There was another soft rattling sound from the shallows, the hoofbeats became more and more urgent, and the bright red flame gradually faded away. Disappeared at the end of the world.

  On the other side, as the river gradually calmed down, Zhou Ji became more and more proficient at shrinking the ground to an inch. What he did was aimless, just to practice supernatural powers. Unknowingly, he had traveled in the Southern Jin Dynasty for more than half a month.

   On this day, it was almost dusk, and by the time he passed God, he had already lost his way in a lush mountain forest.

  Mountain climbing, the mountain is stretching, and the river in the distance is like a jade belt, winding around the side of the mountain, heading straight to the South China Sea.

  Zhou Ji had looked at the maps of the countries before leaving Chang'an, and thought that he might have come to the territory of the Dahe Kingdom, and the mountain he was in should be the Mogan Mountain near the capital of the Dahe Kingdom.

Looking down, a stone path leads to the depths of the mountain forest, and at the end of the mountain forest, there is a faintly visible emerald green lake on the mountainside, and there is still smoke rising nearby. , walked along the path towards the lake, bypassed several bright posts and secret posts, and came to the lakeside on the mountainside in a short time.

   "Pen Washing Pool"

Zhou Ji looked at a stone tablet standing by the lake and nodded slightly. According to rumors, when the calligrapher was studying calligraphy when he was a child, he used to wash his brushes with lake water. However, within a few years, this lake was dyed black by ink, so this lake was covered by a big river. The Chinese call it Xibichi, and there is another more famous name, that is Mochi.

  Rumors are rumors after all, the Mochi Garden was established countless years before Wang Shusheng was born, but the Mochi Garden is still clear and clean.

Just when Zhou Ji was complaining about this in secret, a thin and pleasant woman in light white clothes just walked out of a hut not far from Mochi, and walked to the side of the pond under the weeping willows. The woman squatted down to wash With a brush in his hand, the black hair slipped from the ears like a waterfall, and the tips of the hair touched the water surface, creating ripples.

   Lifting up his hair with his fingertips, Mo Shanshan glanced aside inadvertently, the ink gradually faded, and behind another weeping willow tree next to him, there was a figure of a strange man reflected in the sparkling water.

   "Who's there?"

  Mo Shanshan stood up and found that the weeping willow just blocked the opponent's figure. Mo Shanshan looked into the water again, and the reflection on the water surface was no longer there. Only a few falling willow leaves swirled in the evening wind and fell into the lake.

   Could it be that her eyesight has declined again?

  Mo Shanshan blinked, looked at the blurred and doubled willow tree, showing a hint of surprise, when she turned around and returned to the cottage, she found that there was an extra man in the room at some point, commenting on her calligraphy just now at the desk.

Mo Shanshan's first reaction was to impress the other party, but after hearing Zhou Ji's opening, he knew that he was very skilled in calligraphy, and he didn't open his mouth until he finished speaking, "Who are you, why did you trespass on my Mochi Garden? "

  Zhou Ji could hear that although Mo Shanshan's tone was flat, but there was no hostility in the slightest, he breathed a sigh of relief, and told the other party that he was just lost for a while and had no intention of coming here.

  Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, showing a hint of embarrassment.

Suddenly, there was a grunt in Zhou Ji's stomach, and Mo Shanshan couldn't help laughing out loud. After the laugh, she realized that she was impolite, and she smiled apologetically at Zhou Ji, but the grunt seemed to be contagious. , Not long after, there was another grunting sound, Zhou Ji touched his belly suspiciously, but when he looked up, he saw a trace of blush flashing across Mo Shanshan's calm and indifferent cheeks.

  At this time, footsteps happened to be heard outside the house, Mo Shanshan pretended to be calm and bowed to Zhou Ji, the door was ajar, and he was talking with his junior sister outside the door.

  With Zhou Ji's hearing, even if he didn't deliberately eavesdrop, he could still capture the content of the conversation between the two.

  Mo Shanshan didn't tell others about her affairs, but told the junior sister who came to pass on the meals to prepare more meals and send them to the study. She planned to practice calligraphy all night in the study tonight.

  The disciples of Mochiyuan also know that their mountain lord is most obsessed with calligraphy, and it can be said that he forgets to eat and sleep when he writes.

Things like today can be said to happen from time to time, the junior sister sighed softly, and had to persuade Mo Shanshan to be careful not to damage her eyes, then left in a hurry, called another junior sister together, and brought two food box.

Back in the room, Mo Shanshan brought out the meals one by one and arranged them. Looking at the steaming food, Zhou Ji’s saliva almost came down. Mo Shanshan also practiced calligraphy all day in the room, so hungry Some are hungry, and now they smell the fragrant dishes, and their stomachs gurgled softly again.

   Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing when he saw this, "These meals are a bit too much. It would be a waste for me to be alone. If Lord Mo Shan doesn't mind, why don't you sit down and eat together?"

  Mo Shanshan originally wanted to decline a few words, but seeing that Zhou Ji even put the rice in front of her, a wave of fluctuation flashed in his calm and indifferent eyes, he nodded slightly, and did not continue to refuse.

The night was getting darker and everything was silent. The flickering candles reflected the shadows of the two on the doors and windows. There was only the soft sound of chopsticks and dishes touching in the room. Although Mo Shanshan rarely had contact with outsiders on weekdays, he knew the man's appetite They are usually older than women, so they bury their heads and only eat the rice in the bowl, trying to leave all the dishes on the table to the other party.

  Suddenly, a shadow under the candlelight loomed, Mo Shanshan subconsciously became alert, straightened up, but saw a pair of chopsticks holding a chicken leg, placed beside the plate in front of her.

  Looking at the chicken legs next to the plate, Mo Shanshan raised his head suspiciously. He was just a table away, and he could just see the handsome man in front of him, with a gentle smile in his clear eyes.

   "Master Mo Shan also eat more. I just heard from your junior sister that you usually eat irregularly. Calligraphy is an extremely exhausting thing. Seeing that you are so thin, how can you only eat this?"

  A certain string in Mo Shanshan's heart seemed to be twitched suddenly, and a look of panic and bewilderment flashed in his ethereal and plain eyes.

   "Thank you, son."

  Mo Shanshan lowered his head, looked at the chicken leg next to the plate, carefully put the chicken leg into the bowl, and took a bite.

  Zhou Ji smiled, and didn't continue to pick up vegetables for her, and Mo Shanshan quickly calmed down, he was no longer as cramped as before, and took the initiative to eat the few vegetarian dishes in front of him.

After dinner, Mo Shanshan put away the dishes, then looked at the enigmatic man in front of him, and said, "Young Master Zhou, most of us in Mochi Garden are women. It is very inconvenient for Young Master Zhou to come here, please return today." You can stay in this study for a night of grievances, and go down the mountain tomorrow morning."

  Zhou Ji nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "It's better to have a shelter from the wind and rain than to sleep in the wilderness. There's nothing wrong with it."

  Zhou Ji stretched his waist after saying that, paced to the desk, admiring the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall.

Seeing this, Mo Shanshan took two steps forward to follow, and asked about the details of Zhou Ji's comment on her calligraphy just now. I was fascinated by listening to it, and I only felt that I had benefited a lot.

Taking the brush in Zhou Ji's hand, Mo Shanshan concentrated on copying what Zhou Ji had just written, unknowingly getting closer and closer to Zhou Ji, looking at Mo Shan who is so obsessed with calligraphy, even forgetting the defense between men and women Zhou Ji finally understood why she got the name of bookworm.

   Quietly retreating to the side of the desk, Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing, "I know a professor in the academy who is also obsessed with calligraphy. If you meet her, you will definitely become a good friend."

Mo Shanshan put down the brush, and his eyes suddenly became clear. The troubles of obscure writing and lack of charm in the past are now clear to the sky. Although it still takes a lot of time to contact, but he has a specific direction. When she masters it, the way of calligraphy will definitely be able to be improved .

  The plain eyes with a touch of etherealness revealed the joy from the heart, the beautiful eyes flowed, the corners of the mouth were raised, with a pure smile, even Zhou Ji was infected by her sweet smile, followed by a smile.

Because of Mo Shanshan's poor eyesight, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly even five steps away. In addition, most of Mochiyuan's disciples were women, and he had never had the opportunity to have such close contact with men on weekdays. Looking at each other, Mo Shanshan felt flustered and uneasy again, but this kind of uneasy uneasiness made people inexplicably happy, and he always wanted to stop at this moment and continue watching.

Outside the door, the footsteps approached again, and the sound of the junior sister knocking on the door was extremely loud in the quiet room. Hearing the call of the junior junior sister, Mo Shanshan suddenly woke up, took half a step back quickly, coughed lightly and walked towards the door , took the hot tea from the junior sister, and then handed back the lunch box on the table to the junior sister. The little girl was sent away before she realized that she opened the lunch box and looked at the empty dishes, and then looked back at the person in the study. Fang Xiang asked in confusion, "Is the owner of the mountain so edible?"

  The evening wind in the mountains brought a rare chill in the city, and this piercing coldness, through Mo Shanshan's light white shirt, calmed down her disordered mood.

  Backing to the room, Mo Shanshan continued to practice the calligraphy that Zhou Ji pointed out. Zhou Ji didn't bother her, but shrugged his shoulders, and sat at the table to sip the hot tea that had just been delivered. After a long time, perhaps because he was a little tired from practicing calligraphy, Mo Shanshan stopped his brush and planned to rest for a while.

  Glanced at the small sand pot by the table, just about to lift it up, but saw that the sand pot was empty, and Zhou Ji next to him showed an embarrassed smile.

"Then what, wait a moment." Zhou Ji stretched out his hand to form a seal, and a faint fluctuation of spiritual power came from the air. The dense water vapor condensed into beads, and the water droplets gathered into a ball. The water ball fell into the pot like a mountain stream. A pale blue spark quietly bloomed in the void, and after a short while, the mouth of the pot began to emit heat. Mo Shanshan looked at the scene in front of him, especially the movement of Zhou Ji's finger seals, showing novelty.

   "By the way, what did the young master just say? Shanshan was too involved in practicing calligraphy, so he didn't hear clearly." Mo Shanshan asked doubtfully, "Academy? Isn't Mr. Zhou a student of the academy?"

Zhou Ji was distracted to control the flame so as not to burn the sand pot, "I mean, I know a teacher in the academy who is also obsessed with calligraphy. Every day, he would trace regular script and practice calligraphy in the old library. If you meet, maybe you can Be great friends."

  Think of that dignified and gentle female teacher. Zhou Ji raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

  Thousands of miles away, Datang Chang'an.

  A red fish jumped into Chang'an, and half a month after Ye Hongyu's arrival, and a few days later, the Xiling Mission where Prince Longqing was staying also came outside the gate of Chang'an.

The gate of Chang'an City is long and dark. The exit on the other side of the city is far away. It looks like a small hole that will shine. You can vaguely see a round of morning sun rising in the distance, and bright light slanting in. , but it didn't invade very far before being swallowed by darkness and noise.

Prince Longqing didn't know what kind of feud had happened between the chief priest and the chief priest, but when the dazzling sunlight fell on his face through the car curtain, he had no time to think about these insignificant people. , Insignificant things.

   Right now, all he needs to care about is the assessment of the academy, and becoming the master's direct disciple.

  At the end of the gate, both sides of Suzaku Avenue were crowded with bustling crowds, as if they had heard the news of Prince Longqing's arrival in advance.

Prince Longqing lifted the curtain of the car and glanced out the window. At the end of the crowd, a black and thin little girl was struggling on tiptoes, jumping up and down, as if she wanted to see the most beautiful man in the world just like the rich ladies in front of her. .

  It's a pity that Sangsang's body is too thin, and it took a lot of effort, even her hair was messed up, and only then did she see the appearance of Prince Longqing.

  Looks fair and clean, at first glance he is quite handsome, but unfortunately he is still much, much worse than the guy from the academy.

   Where is the difference?

Sangsang walked towards the store while thinking, and returned to Lin 47th Lane. The smell from the roadside food stalls made her subconsciously sniff her nose, licked her vermilion lips with the tip of her tongue, and suddenly said, "Mr. Zhou looks It's delicious, this prince Longqing doesn't look good."

  (end of this chapter)