In the mountains and forests with high autumn sun, the winding green divides the mountaineering roads. There are people coming and going in the clear areas of the green and crispy chrysanthemums. The crowd is lively, the Qiang bamboo is leisurely, the folk art is loud, and the hawking is endless.

Xiang Xinci was away from the crowd and walked among the lush maple leaves. Her purple long trouser skirt swung and moved as she walked, and the woman was so gentle and charming that she was like a fog.

The passionate colors render the gentleness of the chrysanthemum fragrance, and the clear spring rushes and sings.

Xiang Xinci walked slowly, and her embroidered shoes embroidered with Dongzhu mischievously stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground. The red maple leaves dried by the sun were like petals that had withered in anger until the last moment, making a crisp sound.

Xiang Xinci looked at Rong Du and smiled.

Rong Du smiled at her unconsciously, and his eyes looked at her became more and more gentle, as if he could feel her happiness and beautiful mood as sunshine. He was no longer stunning and had no sharpness, just like this maple forest, idle clouds and wild cranes, floating around.

At the end of the road, there is an octagonal pavilion. The pavilion is built on the edge of a cliff. On the opposite side is a waterfall as thick as a thumb, which is like a line that runs between mountains and rocks, which is particularly free.

Xiang Xinci sat quietly in the pavilion, looking at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, flying eagles and cranes were waving, and they were lush and green.

Aunt Qin was already fascinated by the sight. She hadn't come out for more than ten years.

Rong Du looked at her with her meticulous eyebrows and her gentle mood...

A burst of laughter came from the end of the path.

Xiang Xinci didn't move.

The volatility did not move either.

The people coming closer and closer, and the laughter became clearer and crisper.

Aunt Qin turned around and vaguely saw the maid following the visitor carrying a full of food and utensils.

Rong Du frowned slightly, female relatives? He should avoid it. Rong Du looked kind and looked at the mountain with kindness, as if there was an incredible god inside that could save her suffering for the rest of her life.

Rong Du told Aunt Qin a few words and avoided another road.

The person who came turned the last bend: "Ah, there are already people, what a pity?" His tone was a slight dissatisfaction.

Immediately someone comforted me: "No obstacle, more people, more lively."

"That's right, maybe we still know each other." After all, people who can enter the elegant place have a good identity.

The woman's voice only became a little lighter: "Yes, Sister Wang must give in this time, and she has lost to Sister Wang several times."

A crisp and pleasant female voice immediately rang out: "Didn't I give in to you before?"

"Oh, you hate it so much." There was another cheerful slap. After a while, several people slowly walked to the edge of the pavilion, with unstoppable smiles on their faces.

The first girl who spoke was the first to enter the pavilion, walked briskly towards the person who was still watching the scenery in the pavilion, and spoke lively: "Hello, I am the daughter of the Li family, the left minister of the Grain and Making Department. Where are you?"

Xiang Xinci turned around and looked at her in confusion in the mountains and rivers?

Seeing this, the girl's smile disappeared little by little, and she stared at the face that turned around like a fairyland, so beautiful.

Xiang Xinci thought about it carefully and answered sincerely: "I don't know." He slowly moved his realization to the valley. The Grain Manufacturing Department? Is there a Grain Manufacturing Department in Beijing?

Aunt Qin was a little dumbfounded. My heart that was so excited that it was not yet aroused ripples was beaten up in an instant - Aunt Qin looked at her lady incredibly! The lady shouldn't have introduced herself!

Aunt Qin quickly poked her own lady.

The little girl who was talking turned her face, why did she look so beautiful? Whose daughter?

The others looked over in confusion: "Yiqin, what's wrong?"

Li Yiqin couldn't help looking at the girl who gave them only one back, and realized that the clothes she was wearing were different from them. Did she cover a few layers of gauze on the Rusun External Affairs? It looked so good.

Everyone followed her gaze.

The maids and servants had already put down the baskets, laid the cushions, and set up the incense, fruits and pastries one by one.

Some of the ladies who were tired of walking had already sat down.

The person who was talking to Miss Li at the beginning came over and looked at the person who was about their age sitting next to him, breathing a sigh of relief: "Girl...Girl..."

Aunt Qin couldn't help but poke the lady's waist.

Xiang Xinci glanced at her.

Aunt Qin immediately lowered her head.

Xiang Xinci looked at the person who called her.

Miss Wang's words were immediately stuck. The person in front of her was like a maple leaf turning into a god, and the mountains appeared: "Hello...hello..."

Those around who have been paying attention to the movement here have been a little confused when they meet the eyes that have turned around. If the girls of the same class are just a little good-looking, they will not be so rude.

But she sat there and looked at her side, showing her thrilling beauty. How could a girl look so beautiful?

Xiang Xinci looked around calmly and looked at the pavilion full of people. He also knew that he was not in a high position and had to clear the place wherever he went, and then looked at the person talking.

Wang Qi looked like he wanted to invite the other party to play together. I don’t know why he was a little restrained, but he tried to calm down: “We will talk later, are you going to be together?”

Xiang Xinci's voice was cold: "No." He turned his eyes back to the quiet and quiet mountains.

The lively atmosphere among the few people was suddenly a little restrained. Although they played chess and had a few moves, they could no longer find the mood of playing and quarrels just now, and they looked at the people who were falling in the corner from time to time.

Why can't she see the style of her clothes?

It seems that there is no pattern?

Her waist is so high?

The headdresses on the head are so complicated. Does any shop in Jingzhong have such style?

Xiang Xinci turned her head, and the bright moon in her ear fell on her shoulders, staring at her with seven or eight pairs of eyes, and she was not completely indifferent.

She looked at the chess game that was close to her, stretched out her white fingers and took out one from the little girl's chess box close to her, and helped her land on the chessboard that she had not made for a long time.

Li Yiqin suddenly felt a faint fragrance surrounding her nose, instantly shocking.

There is nothing strange about this. They just started the game, but they saw that she was gone and she was reluctant to make a move.

Xiang Xinci also inadvertently destroyed the enthusiasm of others to appreciate others, but the Li family of the Grain Manufacturing Department had never heard of: "Left Minister of the Grain Manufacturing Department? What's the rank?" to ease the atmosphere that was too stiff by them.

Li Yiqin didn't know why, and immediately spoke: "Seventh grade."

Xiang Xinci thought: "Oh, like my father, they are all seventh grade." So let's play, and after saying that, he looked at the mountains again.

Li Yiqin was a little overwhelmed, seventh grade? Why did she say that this seventh grade looks like mud on the street? But her father is the seventh grade of the Grain Making Division, and he is a close minister, a close minister.

Wang Qi's mouth was a little stiff, and the atmosphere was more strange than before spreading among the people, seventh grade?

Is the Dongzhu on her shoes? It is also decorated in a cluster of flowers, and there are no less than six Dongzhus on a shoe. Can you buy a seventh-grade Dongzhu for shoes?

Xiang Xinci was almost seen through by them and turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads together, neatly, confused, silly, and a flower-like age. They were dumb and stupid, with a silly expression, solemn and honest.

Xiang Xinci laughed, and in an instant, like a hundred flowers blooming, maple leaves dancing, as if the spiritual energy of the whole mountain gathered here in an instant, the spiritual platform of the Qingming people helped people turn into immortals and leave.

The girls in the pavilion suddenly laughed, laughing at their carefulness just now, laughing at each other's clear brain circuit, the seventh grade? Haha! The seventh grade, she is so interesting, the seventh grade and the seventh grade are different, and she also laughs at the fact that the stiff atmosphere just now.

Anyway, so stupid.

The lively girls instantly gathered around: "Your clothes are so beautiful? Why don't you make floral decorations?"

"How do you droop your earrings on your shoulders? It's so long."

"I'm going to be suffocated to death. Tell me, is it Dongzhu on your shoes? It's Dongzhu." Seven or eight little girls asked happily.

Xiang Xinci smiled patiently. She had never made friends and didn't like to make friends. Because as she made friends, she offended her after hearing their words.

But it doesn't prevent her from enjoying the peace of mind at a certain moment. As for her afterwards, she will say: "It's Dongzhu, pink. I like to wear earrings like this. If you grow longer, you can add color to the clothes. I am used to wearing clothes like this because it looks better."

"Yes, so beautiful, like a floating cloud."

"I think it's mainly because the little seventh-grade product is good-looking."

"Yes, yes, you look so good. Why do you look so good? You look so soft. Can I pinch you?" I really want to pinch you.

"Are you younger than us? Are you over fifteen?"

"Okay, it's fifteen next year."

Wang Qi stood quietly by the side, watching them laugh.

Xiang Xinci looked at her: "Do you want to play chess?" She knew a little, because Mingxiluo liked it, and if she was happy or not, she would have to play with her.

Wang Qi shook his head.
Chapter completed!