Everyone went back to their houses, snoring everywhere, but Ling Muyun tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep for a long time.
In the end, he simply kicked off the quilt, jumped out of the window, and flew to the roof. Under the huge moonlight, he was like exploring Yishi Xuan at night.
Sweeping away from a ten-year dream.
"Master Ling!" Ling Muyun arrived at the door and was about to climb over the wall when Poppy's voice came: "We've been apart for a few days, do you still like to be that gentleman?"
"Hey!" Ling Muyun stopped and followed the voice.
The poppy leaned on the corner of the roof, holding a pot in her left hand, covering her face with her right sleeve, and took a sip: "What? Has Mr. Ling become mute?"
"You just became mute!" Ling Muyun dodged and jumped to the ridge of the roof, a few meters away from the poppy.
"Having trouble sleeping late at night?" Poppy handed the jug in her hand to Ling Muyun and smiled sweetly.
"Is it hard to drink alone?" Ling Muyun took the wine bottle and took two sips.
The wine was very strong.
"Did Mr. Ling come here specifically to find the slave family?"
"You still owe me a Xizhou song!" Ling Muyun answered the question inappropriately.
"Sir, do you want to listen to the music?" After the poppy finished speaking, she smiled like a silver bell.
"Can you come to see Xunfeng tomorrow?" Ling Muyun still answered the question incorrectly.
"Why don't you come?" Poppy took off a whistle from her fair neck and handed it to Ling Muyun: "Before setting off, blow the whistle outside the city and I will arrive."
The whistle carried residual warmth, making Ling Muyun's face feel hot, as if hot oil had been poured on it.
"What? Young Master, can't you play?" Poppy noticed Ling Muyun's embarrassment and asked deliberately.
"Yes, why not? How can one sing while whistling loudly? Isn't it the elegance of the Jin Dynasty?" Ling Muyun held the whistle in the palm of his hand. He was embarrassed for a moment and said something out of nowhere: "I'm back home, I'm sleepy."
After saying that, without waiting for Poppy to stay, he jumped off the ridge of the house as if running away, took three steps at a time and ran to the inn.
"Boring!" When the poppy jumped down from the eaves, the ribbons were layered, looking handsome and unrestrained.
The next day.
Outside Kucha City.
Li Hao was arranging the camel cart when he saw Ling Muyun and Ji Kuang arriving. He was the first to speak: "I originally wanted to get a carriage, but the heroic cavalry general Lu Guang took away almost all the Qiuci horses. Even this camel cart was spent." Big price!”
The camel cart was filled with grapes, pears, peaches and various fruits. The most eye-catching thing was the curtain, which was made of Qiuci brocade and embroidered with flowers, birds, insects and fish.
It can be seen that what Li Hao said is true.
"It would be even better if it was an ox cart!" Ling Muyun insisted that only ox carts were standard equipment.
"The bullock cart is even more difficult! Do you think this belongs to the Han Dynasty?" Ji Kuang sided with Li Hao this time: "It would be nice to have a cart to ride in, so as not to waste our energy on the journey. Let's set off as soon as possible!"
"Wait!" Ling Muyun didn't say the reason, took off the whistle from his neck, and started playing by himself.
Its sound is like the music of Xizhou.
At first, Li Hao and Ji Kuang thought that Ling Muyun was just arty, so they sang a song before leaving, which was unconventional.
But since Xizhou played the song well, he waited for a while.
But who would have expected that Ling Muyun played one song after another, until his mouth and nose filled with smoke, and even made the two of them almost angry, and refused to give up.
"Brother Ling, is this enough?"
"Are you waiting for someone?"
The whistle sounded hoarse. Ling Muyun looked at the city gate, but still couldn't see the poppy, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
Despondently, he wanted to throw the whistle into the sand, but after hesitating for a moment, he hung it back around his neck again: "Let's go."
"What's the point of this?" Ji Kuang didn't understand and stared at Ling Muyun: "Take out the whistle and let me see what the mystery is!"
How could Ling Muyun still be angry at this time?
He sat down on the camel cart, picked up a bunch of grapes, and threw it into his mouth like he was out of breath.
He had already been mentally prepared for such a scene today.
After all, poppy poppies have failed to make appointments this time and again.
Yi Shi Xuan's program list has never been accurate, not to mention that Xizhou Song has not yet been fulfilled.
However, when things really come to an end, there will always be some sense of disappointment.
"You've got my saliva on it, can you blow it?"
"Let's go. If we are a little later, we won't be able to reach the first oasis." Li Hao drove the camel and started on the road.
After walking only a few steps, Ling Muyun hurriedly stopped, "Stop the car!"
Without waiting for the two to ask anything, they jumped out of the car as if they were loaded with springs.
"Whether you want to go or not, Ling..." Ji Kuang's words stopped abruptly.
Not far away, a poppy's green and ocher half-arms were covered with a pair of arms as white as green onions, half-covering her waist like a water snake, especially her face under the tulle, which looked magical.
"Master Ling, I told you to wait for someone earlier!" Ji Kuang and Li Hao hurriedly came to Ling Muyun's side, salivating at each other's lips: "What if a woman like this has to wait three days and three nights?"
Ling Muyun seemed unfazed, but the rise and fall of his chest had already revealed his excitement at this time, and his excitement was palpable.
"What? Don't you wait for me?" Poppy's voice had a hint of playfulness.
"this is not……"
"It's been a dream for ten years..."
Just when Ji Kuang and Li Hao were stunned and didn't know what to say next, Ling Muyun introduced him: "This is...an old friend, Poppy."
"Get in the car, get in the car! I heard that you are going to travel with me all the way, so I specially prepared a canopy!" Li Hao came to his senses first and covered his forehead with his hands: "The wind in the desert is strong, and your skin is as white as snow, so you can't compare. Fuck us rough guy."
"That's right! The futon on this car is extremely soft when you sit on it, and there are less bumps. You, with your leisurely appearance and waist as thick as a belt, can't bear the bumps."
The way the two of them were busy going back and forth didn't have the character of a handsome young man at all, they just looked like a disciple.
"Let's go!"
"Departure"
After the poppy lay on her back on the camel cart with a smile on her face, Li Hao started swinging his whip.
Driving the camel like a horse, for fear of being slower, the poppy changed her mind and turned back to the city.
Along the way, Ling Muyun truly understood what "character" means. Compared with the flattery of Li Hao and Ji Kang, he even felt that Deng Tong had restrained himself from "sucking carbuncle and begging for favor".
At one point, he couldn't help but want to use thunder to split their heads open to see if the word "licking dog" was written inside.
If that was all, the poppies would look at him after "smiling beautifully and looking forward to their beautiful eyes", which made him regret why he didn't just enjoy the song "Xizhou Song" to save himself the trouble.
Fortunately, the three hundred miles journey is neither far nor close.
On the evening of the second day, the four of them came to the wind-eroded cave that Li Hao had mentioned.
Although it is said to be a cave, it is actually only ten feet wide. What is commendable is that in front of the cave, there is a huge boulder embedded in the mountain, forming a wide platform, which is a good place for viewing.
On the platform, the cliff was eroded by the wind, like a knife, and was cut into pieces more than ten feet long, as smooth as a mirror.
Further up is the top of the hill.
The desert has few mountains and many mounds.
Three elegant men were busy carrying some windproof felts for a long time.
The poppy stood on the platform, overlooking the scenery.
Xunfeng occurs once every Jiazi, during the Qingming Festival, without exception.
