It is April in the world, spring is flourishing, after a night of misty rain, the crabapple is raining at night, the branches are green, the air is clean and warm, the breeze blows gently, the branches and leaves rustle, wrapped in a faint fragrance of flowers.

The mountain road is long and far away, hidden in the lush greenery, and a carriage slowly comes.

"Master, you have been wandering around for half a day, going around in circles." The young man driving the horse sat outside the carriage, and the breeze blew the simple clothes hem. The sun shone red in his face, but the skin under the collar was white. At this moment, his face almost wrinkled into buns, which made him feel funny and complained to the people in the carriage.

A low and pleasant voice came from the carriage, with loose and gentle pronunciation, and a sense of laziness was revealed, as if it could overflow, and it did not make people feel arrogant and rude. When it fell on the eardrum, it would feel itchy.

"I have said it many times, and I have to call me a young master outside. If I can't remember it anymore, I will go back and receive the punishment on my own."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, young master." The young man sighed deeply and scratched his face in distress: "I am almost remembering the eighteen bends of this mountain road. What do you want to see, young master?"

The mountain road was a little bumpy, and the carriage was moving slowly. Occasionally, the spring breeze hit, as if the girl was curiously lifting the curtain, revealing her delicately curved jaw, and soon disappeared behind the curtain.

The man spoke softly and slowly, as if he was smiling.

"Looking at the bright spring, isn't it time to enjoy the scenery?"

“…”

After a pause, he said slowly and calmly: "I think there must be a beauty waiting for me in such a good day today."

The tone is frivolous but not vulgar, and the tone is not loses elegance while being debaucherous.

“…”

The boy thought,

I am afraid that if the beauty approaches you, blood will splatter and die.

The scenery around is as old as before, the mountain road is long, the forest is green, and occasionally there are birds standing on the branches chirping, warm and beautiful. But after driving the car and staring at the eyes for several hours, he could never feel praise again. Although Yun Xi did not give up, he had to be discouraged. He was sure that after watching it eight hundred times, he was exactly the same, and he could not see anything special, and muttered in his heart.

It is really admirable to appreciate it at this time.

A faint sigh came from the inside of the carriage, and the person's eardrums were itchy when the tone was raised.

"Well, what will I say to you? How can you understand such a romantic affair as Chunguang Beauty?"

“…”

The boy looked angry and said no more.

Only the wind is heard in the mountains, and the carriages are running everywhere.

"Listen." A clear voice fell.

Yun Xi raised his eyebrows curiously, wondering what this is. While driving the horse, he raised his ears. The rustling sounds were getting closer and closer, like the sound of clothes rubbing against the bushes, accompanied by slight shattering, as if stepping on the remaining branches on the mountain road, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and there was a real sound!

"Beauty is here." The man smiled.

"The steps are staggering, the breath is chaotic, very weak... This beauty has suffered a lot of injuries." The man in the carriage murmured to himself, his voice is low and gentle, his dark red wide coat sleeves are loosely hung, and his long joints are playing with an ivory folding fan. The workmanship is exquisite and beautiful, and those hands are a little whiter than ivory, with clear blue veins.

Yun Xi was skeptical: "That may not be a beauty?"

"You watch."
Chapter completed!