C15

Dongfang Bo nodded in satisfaction, and smiled: "Then this time, I'll let Yanran go with you guys. You youngsters should also have a nice chat with each other. "

Qingyang didn't refute her as he slightly knitted his brows. He nodded and said, "Don't worry Uncle Dongfang. I will take good care of Miss Yanran."

Early the next morning, about a dozen carriages were stationed at the gate of the Eastern Residence. Inside the carriages were large boxes filled with white salt. Other than the salt cart, the luxurious carriage in the center of the caravan belonged to Dongfang Yanran.

"Big Brother Yan Zhou, let's go." Qingyang who was riding on a black mane horse asked Yan Zhou beside him.

Nodding his head, he shouted, "Set off!" A group of carriages and several hundred guards marched majestically toward Yangzhou.

This was also Dongfang Yanran's first time in Yangzhou. At this moment, her heart was jumping with joy. From time to time, she would open the curtain of the carriage window and look out. On the other hand, Yan Zhou and Qingyang rode on black maned horses as they chatted and laughed at the head of the group.

"Brother Qingyang, I'm afraid that the lord's intentions are to have you as his son-in-law." Yan Zhou said with a smile as he looked at Qingyang.

"Big Brother Yan Zhou, please don't make fun of me. "Then what does Uncle Dongfang want me to do about being the son-in-law of the Dongfang family?" Qingyang paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Besides, Yanran, how could your young miss possibly fall for me?"

"Judging from the tone of the Azure Sun brothers, they should have taken a fancy to our young mistress, right?" Yan Zhou teased with a smile.

Hearing Yan Zhou's words, Qingyang's face reddened and she stuttered: "Where ?" How old are they now? We can talk about these things in the future. "Now, let's just hurry on our way, don't delay our business."

Actually, since she was a beauty, how could she not love him? He didn't have much feelings for her, but he did have a good impression of her.

Yan Zhou snickered in his heart. In fact, it was Dongfang Bo who hinted to him to touch Qingyang on the way here. If Qingyang tactfully rejected him when he did propose marriage in the future, it would not look good.

This trip was more like a sightseeing than a travelling trade. It took them more than ten days to arrive at Yangzhou County.

The smoky, fresh water of Yangzhou had a unique charm. Small bridges, flowing water, others, overflowing in the murky water of Yangzhou. It was hard to tell the difference between the real and the unreal.

Yan Zhou was quite tactful. After arranging a place to stay, he suggested that Qingyang take Yanran to Yangzhou and do the rest by himself.

Qingyang was helpless as well. He had promised Dongfang Bo to take good care of Yanran, and seeing that Yanran had no objections, he nodded in agreement.

Miss Yanran, I've heard that Yangzhou has a few unique places. We might as well go and take a look." "The two of them went out to hire a carriage, and Qingyang was smiling as he spoke to Dongfang Yanran.

"As you wish." Yan Ran played with the black hair in her hand as she lowered her head and softly responded.

"In that case, how about we go to Mojiang Town outside Yangzhou first?" Azure Sun asked.

Yan Ran nodded her head but did not speak. Feeling awkward, Qingyang smiled and said: "I'll let the coachman know."

After about two hours, the two finally arrived at Mojiang Town. However, Qingyang felt like it was back in his previous life.

The stone bridge slanted over the clear water. It was either elegant, unique, or elegantly elegant. The worn down carvings had traces of time, blending together with the beauty of the ancient town.

The residents of the town or under trees would leisurely play chess, drink wine in the flowers, or tea in the courtyard. Green water lingered around the white wall, and red flowers sprinkled on the green tiles. The ancient tranquility was like a piece of ink.

Such a beautiful scene truly made their hearts feel a lot better, and they were no longer as restrained as they were in the carriage. As they chatted and laughed, they were already like good friends.

The two of them sat on the black boat. Their small white hands were moving the water as they smiled, allowing the cool water to flow from their fingers to their hearts.

Qingyang who stood to the side, stared at Yanran's beautiful smile and was a little dazed.

It was a long wooden boat filled with clear water. The house was built near the water, and the water was connected. A pool of jade-green water sparkled. The willow trees caressed the dike, and the jade-green grass became like silk. Flowers bloomed, and streams of water gurgled. However, sweet laughter flowed through the crevices of the rocks.

Unknowingly, it was already dusk. The two of them played a few of the scenes that were passed on by people throughout Mojiang Town.

"Yanran, it's already late. Let's hire a car and head back to Yangzhou. The boatman told me that the most famous place in Yangzhou is the Slimming West Lake." Qingyang turned sideways and said with a smile, "Why don't we go and swim in the West Lake tomorrow?"

"Yes, big brother Qingyang." Yanran raised her head and replied happily.

The two finally returned to Yangzhou during dinner time. After dinner, Yanran went back to her room to rest as she was really tired after a day of playing.

Qingyang couldn't resist Yan Zhou's questioning and teasing. He also said he was tired and went back to his room early to rest.

"..."

On the morning of the next day, Qingyang and Dongfang Yanran arrived at the West Lake in high spirits.

The water in the pool was like a silk ribbon, fluttering about and retracting from time to time. It had a slim and elegant look to it. The drunk willow trees beside the thousand meter lake were arranged in a row, and as the breeze blew, the willow leaves danced in the wind.

"Brother Qingyang, the lake is so beautiful that it captivates one's heart." Yan Ran smiled as her eyebrows flew up.

"Yeah, before I left the inn, I asked the owner. The most famous people in the West Lake are the pavilion bridge and the heavy garden." Qingyang smiled and nodded his head, "However, this Drunken Willow dike can be considered a rare sight to behold."

"Then big brother Qingyang, how about we go take a look at that heavy garden?" Yanran asked.

Naturally, Qingyang had no objections as he followed Yanran towards the heavy garden.

Green tiles and vermillion railings, flying from the corner of the roof. It was indeed unique. After swimming for an hour, the two decided to go somewhere else.

Just as he left the heavy garden, Qingyang couldn't help but look back and praise: "Each pavilion, each pavilion, each pavilion, is filled with curved water. The Flowerwood Bamboo Stone, however, is extremely exquisite. "

"Alright, Brother Qingyang, where should we go next?" Yanran placed her hands behind her back and spoke in a lovely voice.

"This place is covered with scenery. How about we follow this path?" Qingyang replied with a smile.

With a light reply, Dongfang Yanran ran ran forward excitedly like a bird that had just left its nest.

"..."

The two of them had unknowingly arrived on top of the pavilion, and the tall and graceful pavilion was like a lotus flower slowly emerging from the water. The pavilion had a treasured roof, was painted with ceiling tiles, and wind chimes hung outside the pavilion.

At this moment, Qingyang who was standing on top of the pavilion, held onto the stone railing, looked at a lake of green water, and suddenly muttered, "The poplar is continuously receiving remnants, and the goose teeth are drawn on the bridge." It is also a pot of gold for sale, so it should be called the Thin West Lake. "

"Brother Qingyang, you know how to write poems?" Dongfang Yanran, who was standing to the side, said in surprise, "It should also be sold for a pot of gold. That's why it should be called the Slimming West Lake. "You're right."

Qing Yang shrugged his shoulders. Just as he was getting excited, he sang a line from a Qing Dynasty poet. He didn't expect it to be a compliment from Dongfang Yanran.

Gazing at that beautiful face, Qingyang laughed helplessly and said, "I was just impulsive, I just blindly wrote it."

"Just now, the poem that I, your brother, bestowed upon you said the reason for the reputation of the Slimming West Lake for the ancients. It is truly extremely beautiful. I admire you. " Just as Dongfang Yanran opened her mouth to speak, a clear voice rang out from behind her.

Qingyang and Dongfang Yanran turned their heads when they heard the voice. They saw a noble young man dressed in golden silk clothing standing respectfully to the side.

He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his eyebrows were faintly discernible under the cover of his messy hair. Under his tall and straight nose was a slightly full mouth, a meticulously sculpted face, cherry blossom colored lips with a perfect curve, containing a hint of playful laughter, and a hint of cynicism hidden in his deep, lake-like eyes.

Compared to the handsome and elegant appearance of Qingyang, this man's beauty was somewhat demonic.

"Brother, you must be joking. Just now, I was just speaking nonsense." Qingyang cupped his hands in a salute and lightly responded.

After carefully examining Qingyang, a flash of praise appeared in his eyes. The young man lightly smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you, young brother, would bring a beautiful woman to travel to the West Lake. It's so cozy."

When Qingyang heard this, his face instantly turned red as he hurriedly asked, "I am Qingyang, have you not asked for guidance yet?"

Glancing at Yanran from the corner of his eyes, the young man nodded his head before chuckling, "Hai Fan."