Zhuo Ye put on the light blue gown, walked out of the screen, sat in front of the bronze mirror, tied up a man's hairstyle with a hairband of the same color as the clothes, turned around, smiled at Feng Qi and asked, "How is it?"
"You are so dressed up that you are going to put me and Third Brother down!" Feng Qi nodded and smiled, sincerely praising her.
Zhuo Ye is tall and handsome, but he doesn't have the usual coquettish posture of a daughter's family. Now he wears men's clothes and moves with ease and ease. He really looks like a handsome young man.
"Ha," Zhuo Ye generously accepted Feng Qi's praise and said with a smile, "That's very good. Let's go out and see if we can steal the hearts of some beauties."
"You!" Feng Qi looked at Zhuo Ye's rare joyful and naughty look, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "If a girl really cares about you, I'm afraid she will only be heartbroken." She paused.
After a while, he said softly: "Let's go."
Zhuo Ye nodded and followed Feng Qi to the front hall.
Feng San glanced at Zhuo Ye and said expressionlessly: "Let's go."
This time, only two guards were following me when I went out. I don’t know what the other two were sent to do. Qingzhu and the two guards rode horses, and the driver was replaced by a burly middle-aged man.
Zhuo Ye was greedy for looking at the street scene and kept looking out from the car window.
Seeing this, Feng Qi said softly: "Let's take the car to the foot of the mountain and save our energy for hiking. When we come down in the evening, if you want to go shopping, we can get off at Qilin Street and walk to Lanyue Lake. That section of the road is very steep.
The commercial streets in the state are also very lively at night.”
"Oh, okay." Zhuo Ye responded, lowered the car curtain, and gave Feng Qi a faint smile.
Standing at the foot of Biwei Mountain, Zhuo Ye looked up and saw lush forests, staggered pavilions, and pleasant scenery. Although it was not as majestic as Mount Tai or Huangshan, it still had a beautiful and quiet charm.
The mountain path has been simply repaired, and there are already many tourists climbing up the bluestone steps. Zhuo Ye found that most of the tourists were dressed as scholars, and couldn't help but whispered: "I didn't expect that the scholars here like to exercise."
Feng San raised his eyebrows when he heard this and glanced at Zhuo Ye lightly.
Fitness? Feng Qi thought this word was relatively new, but after reading it literally, he roughly understood its meaning. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Today is Zhanzhou's annual Biweiting Poetry Festival, so there will naturally be more scholars."
"Oh, that's it." Zhuo Ye nodded. It seems that their purpose of climbing Biwei Mountain is not that simple! Poetry party? Many literati and poets are famous from such gatherings! Isn't this a good way to gather talents?
Is there a chance...
"Sir... the scenery at the foot of the mountain is not bad. Qingzhu will accompany you to rest here. Wait for Third Master and Miss Zhuo to come down, okay?" Qingzhu suddenly spoke and said cautiously.
"No need, Third Brother and I will go up."
Hearing this, Qingzhu said anxiously: "Master! Your body..."
"I said no!" Feng Qi suddenly changed her previous gentle attitude and said in a stern tone.
"Seventh brother, don't force yourself." Feng San looked at Feng Qi, with a hint of worry in his expression.
"Third brother, don't worry, it'll be fine." Feng Qi said with a smile.
Zhuo Ye felt that their conversation was a bit strange. He turned to look at Feng Qi and found that his face was paler than usual. He pondered for a moment and couldn't help but said: "You don't look good, are you feeling uncomfortable?"