Cheng Yuzhu glanced at Yang Fan shyly, walked to Cheng Chumo's side, smelled the smell of wine, wrinkled her pretty nose in disgust, and said: "Brother, why are you drinking again? The snow scenery of Lishan Mountain is beautiful, you guys accompany me."
Shall we go to enjoy the snow?"
The people in this room were all centered on Yang Fan. Of course, they wanted to seek Yang Fan's opinion, and they all looked at Yang Fan unconsciously.
Of course Cheng Yuzhu also knew that Yang Fan was the backbone. She walked to Yang Fan, took his arm and said coquettishly: "Brother Yang, you haven't played with Yuzhu for a long time. How about we go to enjoy the snow."
Li Xueyan looked at Yang Fan eagerly, with a look of longing.
Suddenly, Yang Fan's head grew bigger. How could these two girls still look like young and artistic people?
It's freezing cold today, what kind of snow are you getting?
Just when she was about to refuse, she saw Cheng Yuzhu's pitiful and pleading eyes like a little white rabbit, and she couldn't help but feel soft in her heart.
Ever since this little girl grew hairpins, she has been kept in the boudoir by her mother, Mrs. Cui, to learn female beauty. Except for the New Year and the holidays, I haven't seen the little girl come out to play for a long time.
The same goes for Li Xueyan.
Since Yang Fan helped her reject the marriage proposal and went to war against Tubo, he didn't see her more than a year after she came back.
Last time I was in Tubo, I promised Li Daozong to help take care of the family. Now that I think about it, I feel a little incompetent.
But this can’t be blamed on Yang Fan.
Although the Tang Dynasty restricted women, it was relatively free in the entire feudal society.
Those are only relatively young girls and married women.
Girls like Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan, who have just grown hair and are not engaged, still have very strict requirements.
Because of this, these two little girls, who are sixteen or seventeen years old, have to stay in the boudoir all day, which is of course very depressing.
The two girls are already very active at their age, but now that it is almost the Chinese New Year and they can go out to play, of course they are in high spirits.
Think about what girls of this age will be doing in future generations?
Either go to school carefree, go on a trip with friends, or play computer games. There are all kinds of fun things to see.
But Cheng Yuzhu and the others are as old as flowers and have not yet enjoyed their youth. They may get married soon.
But there is nothing Yang Fan can do. This is the current situation of feudal society, with the inertia of the wheel of history.
No matter how awesome Yang Fan is, he can't resist the entire era, and if he wants to make changes, he won't be able to achieve results overnight.
In this case, Yang Fan certainly doesn't want to disappoint them. At least he can give them more laughter and more freedom in their short youth.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan smiled, ignored Li Jinghuan who was always looking at him, and quickly agreed: "Since the two sisters are so interested, let's go out and have some fun. Let's go to Lishan Mountain!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Cheng Chumo and the others: "Brothers, would you like to accompany me to protect the two girls and go enjoy the snow?"
Hearing this, the two paper girls immediately beamed with joy, feeling as if they had drunk honey.
Others had mixed reactions.
Li Jinghuan is a bit better, at least he has the character of a literati and has the demeanor of a literary young man. He often participates in various poetry gatherings and the like, and of course he is not resistant to enjoying the snow.
Cheng Chumo and Chai Lingwu looked at each other in disbelief. They were rough-and-tumble, and they didn't like to be elegant. They would rather drink than watch the boring snow scene.
But Yang Fan had already spoken, so of course they didn't dare to resist.
Besides, Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan are still watching eagerly. If they dare to say no, Cheng Yuzhu is not allowed to go back and report to Cheng Yaojin?
Seeing that no one objected, Yang Fan found a few pairs of cotton velvet boots from the warehouse.
In this snowy day, not only is it cold, but the snow on the mountains is also very thick. Without these boots, it is really difficult to move.
Because these shoes are redeemed from the system and have zippers and the like, which are different from the boots at this time.
After Yang Fan put them on, he could only put them on Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan one by one with his own hands.
Although the status of women in the Tang Dynasty was not low, the concept of men being superior to women was still very strong. Have you ever heard of any man treating a girl like this?
What's more important is that Yang Fan is not only the prince-in-law, but also holds a high position now, as a first-class governor. It is unimaginable that he can be so condescending.
That's it for Cheng Yuzhu. After all, Cheng Yaojin has been indoctrinating her to marry Yang Fan, and he is usually very close to Yang Fan.
Although I was a little embarrassed, I was more moved and felt beautiful inside.
But Li Xueyan was completely different. Her face was as big as a palm and she hung her head in shame.
While Yang Fan was fiddling with her, the whole figure was as stiff as a puppet, letting Yang Fan move his hands up and down, put on her socks and shoes, and touched her soft little feet all over.
Her small nose was filled with Yang Fan's strong masculine scent, her whole head was dizzy, and her heart was beating faster and faster.
Yang Fan, however, had no idea and simply regarded Li Xueyan as a younger sister.
After all, with so many women at home, what else could he think about?
When Cheng Chumo and others met, they also imitated Yang Fan in wearing socks and boots.
After packing them up and feeling the warm boots, Chai Lingwu yelled in a voice as loud as a gong: "These boots are so damn warm. Come on, let's set off quickly."
Several people cheered and left the main hall.
Yang Fan sighed as he saw this, these guys are really lacking in brains.
The two girls are still behind, why don't you take care of them?
Besides, it was freezing cold and the road was so slippery, so the old men were fine, but it would be very serious if something happened to two girls.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan hurriedly asked Xi Junmai to follow closely with a dozen guards.
Everyone moved forward and headed towards Lishan Mountain.
Lishan Mountain is a grand sight in Chang'an. The mountain is not high but the scenery is quite good. It is a good place to visit near Guanzhong.
Outings in the spring, moon viewing in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and climbing during the Double Ninth Festival are all overcrowded, but climbing in such ice and snow is really rare.
However, there are royal palaces and royal gardens here, which also attracted some literati and poets.
Yang Fan and his party arrived at Lishan Mountain at the end of the day.
Going up the mountain road, the mountain road is covered with snow, and the location of the mountain road is almost impossible to identify. In addition, the road is slippery, making it difficult to move forward.
Cheng Chumo and Li Jinghuan each held sticks in front of them to explore the path. They dug in until they were quite deep, and Li Jinghuan shouted: "The snow here is two feet deep, everyone, please be careful."
Hearing this, Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan, instead of being afraid, were eager to try: "Is it really that deep?"
Before he finished speaking, he stepped over, maybe he stepped on a hollow, and he almost sank into the snow, making him scream in fright.
Fortunately, Yang Fan was right next to the two women. When he saw this, he took one with each hand and lifted the two women up by their slender waists, which were as light as catkins.
Cheng Yuzhu stuck out the tip of her tongue, patted her chest and said, "It's really scary. Fortunately, we have Brother Yang!"
Li Xueyan was also in shock, holding Yang Fan's arm tightly with her little hands without letting go without knowing it.
Looking at his sister's appearance, Li Jinghuan didn't say anything when he saw this, but looked relieved.
Suddenly, Chai Lingwu, an ignorant guy, shouted: "You guys should retreat first, and let me, the pioneer officer, clear the way for you by clearing the snow!"
With that said, he prepared to let a group of guards clear the snow with him.
Seeing that Xi Junmai was about to lead his guards to clear the snow on the mountain road, Yang Fan stopped him and said, "The snow here is so thick. By the time you clear it up, it will be dark before we even go up the mountain."
"Chai Lingwu is exploring the way ahead. We can save a lot of time by following in his footsteps."
Everyone thought it made sense and nodded and applauded.
With something to do, Chai Lingwu was very excited, and with his tall stature, he pushed forward like a human tank, and everyone followed in his footsteps.
Along the way, Yang Fan, Li Jinghuan and Cheng Chumo followed behind, protecting the two girls Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan, helping each other and laughing constantly. The mountains were filled with laughter and laughter, bringing a lot of joy to this silent mountain wilderness.
Along the way, except for a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, I saw no buildings.
Everyone walked and stopped, and the journey from the foot of Lishan Mountain to the top of the mountain actually took more than two hours.
The wonderful scenery of Lishan Mountain has been a summer resort for emperors of all dynasties.
Since the Zhou Dynasty, this place has been used as a royal garden and has many palaces and villas.
On the anniversary of the Western Zhou Dynasty, King You of the Zhou Dynasty staged the historical allusion of "playing the princes with beacon fire" here;
If history had not changed, Tang Xuanzong and Yang Guifei would still have performed a poignant love story here.
In fact, Yang Fan and the others also came to Lishan Mountain to enjoy the snow the year before last, but the last time they were in the southern mountain.
This time, Yang Fan and the others climbed the east slope of Lishan Mountain. The mountains here are rugged and the scenery is very beautiful. Although there are not as many trees as on the other side, it is very interesting in its own way.
Looking down from a distance, you can see rows of royal palaces built at the foot of the mountain.
There is another Taoist temple on the ridge. I don’t know when it was built. Except for the faint smoke showing that there are still people, it is a dilapidated picture that has been damaged by wind and rain.
As we approached the top of the mountain, the wind here became stronger and stronger. The cold wind blew, and everyone couldn't help but cover their collars.
Chai Lingwu looked at the sky, rubbed his hands vigorously, then turned around and asked: "Master, it should be dark soon, do we want to continue going up?"
Yang Fan looked towards the top of the mountain and said, "It's still early. How about we go up to the top of the mountain and sit and watch the snow? We won't go back today. We will go directly to the Taoist temple to stay overnight when we come back. What do you think?"
They came here to enjoy the snow, but they didn't expect to be able to stay outside at night. Li Xueyan and Cheng Yuzhu immediately nodded like chickens eating rice.
They thought it was so fun to stay with Yang Fan!
The group of people climbed slowly again and reached a steep slope. They could no longer go up. One side of the mountain was a cliff. Chai Lingwu said: "We have reached the top. We can't go over. The other side is too dangerous. This slippery slope is too dangerous."
You will definitely die if you go down."
There were only rocks here, and there were no pavilions or buildings to rest on, so everyone just started watching where they were.
Since there are few trees, everyone can enjoy the scenery of Lishan Mountain.
Everyone sat quietly, talking and laughing as time passed.
Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan sat side by side next to Yang Fan, looking at the Lishan Palace stretching at the foot of the mountain, outlining a beautiful view of the snow city.
Unconsciously, the light gradually dimmed.
Yang Fan looked up at the sky. The crescent moon had risen into the sky and was as broken as a string. It was obviously getting late. If it hadn't been for the reflection of the white snow, it might have been invisible.
However, the sky after the snow was cloudless, and only the moon was bright and shining.
What's more, because of the contrast between the mountains, the white snow, and the night sky, the crescent moon in the mid-air was eclipsed.
Whenever I see the moon, I can't help but feel sad.
I remember that there was a poem by Zhang Jiuling in the primary school textbook.
"The bright moon rises slightly above us, and we share this moment even though the world is far away."
The original poem is on the sea, but here it is on the top of a mountain.
Thinking that he and his relatives and friends in his previous life were no longer under the same crescent moon, Yang Fan couldn't help but recall the past.
Although what separates me now from my previous life is not mountains and rivers, but endless thousands of years of time, or even different dimensions... A feeling of sadness pervades my whole heart!
No matter how bad the previous life was, who can be so free and easy and completely forget about their past self?
"Guanzhong is free from sorrow and sorrow, and when you travel along the ancient road, the mountains stand alone..."
Thinking of leaving my relatives and going to the south of the Yangtze River again, the sadness in my heart became more and more intense.
His eyes were filled with mist, and that trace of ecstasy and bone-crushing longing was like a sharp awl stabbing his heart, causing bone-piercing pain.
"Brother Yang, this poem you recited is so strange. The first part is a five-character poem, so shouldn't the last part also be five-character poems?"
It was a quiet snowy night, and although Yang Fan's voice was low, Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan could hear Yang Fan's whisper clearly.
Yang Fan was not wary of these two little girls at all, and said with a smile: "Poems are used to express aspirations, so how can there be a fixed format? Besides, these lines are not the same poem in the first place..."
Cheng Yuzhu blinked her beautiful eyes: "Brother Yang, the poem 'The moon rises a little, and we are at this moment across the world' is so suitable for the occasion!"
"Although Yuzhu's talent and learning are limited, I still think these two lines of poetry are very good. Brother Yang, why don't you read out the whole poem and listen to it?"
Yang Fan didn't care, and Zangzhuo didn't have to do it in front of the clueless paper girl, so he softly chanted:
"The bright moon rises slightly above us, and we share this moment across the world. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light fills you, and when you put on your clothes, you feel the dew.
I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep..."
This is a poem "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty, which means that the poet misses his relatives far away.
The whole poem is full of emotions when seeing the scenery, and expresses the deep feelings for relatives far away.
This poem is very suitable for Yang Fan's mood at this time, and he also liked this poem very much before, so he chanted it casually.
Cheng Yuzhu looked admiring: "I've never heard of it. Did Brother Yang just write it?"
This time Yang Fan was stunned.
Zhang Jiuling would be born in a few decades. Who said the letter was not written by him?
Seeing Cheng Yuzhu's adoring expression, Yang Fan could only nod his head.
Plagiarism is really the difference between zero and countless plagiarisms. Once this Pandora's box is opened, it will be out of control.
Li Xueyan, perhaps feeling Yang Fan's melancholy, repeated Yang Fan's poem just now:
"Guanzhong is naturally in sorrow and sorrow. When traveling on the ancient road, the mountains stand alone... Is Brother Yang doing this because he is about to leave Chang'an? Will Brother Yang still remember Xueyan after he leaves?"
After saying that, he glanced at Yang Fan with a resentful look, and then turned down the mountain, his whole body filled with a touch of sorrow.
I didn't expect Li Xueyan to be so sensitive and able to understand her own heart.
But since time immemorial, parting has left no regrets. I am going to the south of the Yangtze River, so I don’t need to worry about much right and wrong.
Therefore, Yang Fan could only pretend not to hear.
Li Xueyan didn't get a response from Yang Fan, so she could only bite her lip gently, her big eyes a little blurry, as if she was full of thoughts, but she didn't say anything else.
Of course, Li Jinghuan also noticed the change in his sister's mood. While secretly scolding Yang Fan for not understanding the style, he also felt that this brother was indeed different from ordinary people.
If other people saw such a beautiful girl expressing their feelings, they might have coaxed her with sweet words.
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't respond, he could only smile bitterly and change the subject with a hint of blame: "Brother Yishan, it's getting late now. Let's go to the Taoist temple to find a place to stay. If we go late, others may close the door.
Got it!"
Yang Fan certainly heard Li Jinghuan's complaints, but still had no reaction.
Who can have too many beautiful girls like Li Xueyan, not to mention that Li Xueyan is the famous Princess Wencheng in ancient and modern times.
But now that the women in his family have not completely settled down, how can they possibly flirt with each other and make promises?
Everyone silently returned to the Taoist temple under the moonlight.
At this time, the Taoist temple was closed, and everyone could only let Chai Lingwu with a loud voice call out: "Is there anyone inside? Open the door quickly. Wannian County Magistrate Yang Fan is here to enjoy the snow and wants to stay overnight."
After shouting for a while, a Taoist priest opened the door and stared at the group of people in shock.
Chai Lingwu walked in and said carelessly: "Old Taoist, if you have any good wine or meat, bring it up quickly. I'm hungry."
The old Taoist rubbed his cloudy old eyes and said unhurriedly: "Noble sir, because the mountains are closed by heavy snow, many guests stay here, and the daily consumption is very high. There are only some leftovers and no good wine or food."
Chai Lingwu was immediately dissatisfied and shouted: "You are such a stingy old man. As long as you treat us well, tomorrow I will ask the servant to send you sesame oil money and let you eat wine and meat for a year."
The old Taoist was unmoved and said calmly: "The old Taoist usually eats vegetarian food and really doesn't have food or wine. Moreover, there are so many of you and there are not so many guest rooms here."
Cheng Chumo interjected from the side: "Old Taoist, you don't have to have food and wine, but you have to free up a few rooms today. You can't bear to let the two girls suffer from the cold. In addition, you can make some hot vegetarian meals, right?"
At this time, the old Taoist noticed that Cheng Yuzhu and Li Xueyan were shivering in the cold wind, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Yang Fan stopped the two men from embarrassing Lao Dao and shouted: "Don't bother others, just tell me what you have to say."
After saying that, he turned to the Taoist and said, "Taoist, my brother is a little rude, but he doesn't have any bad intentions. Don't take offense."
"Today we missed the time to enjoy the snow, so we can't go back to the foot of the mountain, so I would like to ask the Taoist priest for his convenience."
"We have a family of women. You can just arrange three rooms for us. I wonder if it would be convenient for me?"
Only then did the old Taoist notice Yang Fan, his eyes flashed unconsciously, and he uttered a few words: "Follow me!"
However, the light in the old Taoist's eyes soon dimmed again, and he looked like his old eyes were dim again.
Walking into the Taoist temple, there are several plum trees on both sides, but the trees are full of plum blossoms that outshine the snow, and there is a faint fragrance that hits your nostrils.
Cheng Yuzhu shouted: "Sister Xueyan, look, it's so beautiful. It's a pity that I can't paint, otherwise if I could paint this scenery, it would be extremely beautiful."
Li Xueyan nodded: "Well, it is very beautiful. What do you think, Brother Yang?"
Before Yang Fan could answer, he heard a voice coming from under the eaves of the Taoist temple: "May I ask if it's Brother Yang?"
Yang Fan looked back in surprise, are there any acquaintances here?
Following the sound, he saw an old Taoist priest standing under the eaves with his hands behind his back.
He was dressed in a neat and simple gray-white Taoist robe, which swayed with the cold wind when worn on his tall and thin body, giving him a faint air of freedom and ease that went with the wind.