Rong Changan picked up a small bronze mirror, shined a light on his temples, and said with a smile: "I like the novelty of these gadgets, and it's good to play with them."
Rong Changan pointed the bronze mirror obliquely at a corner of the city wall, where two people were looking at this side with treacherous faces. The corners of Rong Changan's mouth curled up beautifully, and he handed the mirror to Chuntao, and looked at her with deep eyes: "Chuntao, look at this mirror, it's different from the mirror we usually look at!"
Chuntao didn't understand what Rong Changan meant, so she took a mirror to look at her hair, hair ornaments, and face, and said, "What's so new about this mirror? Why haven't I seen it?"
Rong Changan pointed to the city wall reflected in the mirror: "Look at this place, and you will see something new."
At the place where Rong Changan's mushroom-like fingernails pointed, there were two men looking over here.
Chuntao was startled and almost dropped the mirror, "Queen, who are these two?"
Rong Changan hinted that she should keep quiet: "It seems that someone asked them to follow us! In fact, every time we come out, there are people following us. But this time, I want to go to a place, and I can't let them follow."
Chuntao was flustered: "Who sent them to follow us?"
Rong Changan laughed and said: "That's needless to say! After a while, let's go to the silk shop and buy a gauze hat to wear. You come out of the shop first, distract those two followers, and then hand over the letter I wrote to you." To Prime Minister Yan."
"What about you?" Chuntao asked worriedly.
Rong Changan's shallow smile was full of wit and optimism: "As long as they follow you, I will come out of the store. Don't worry, they won't hurt you, let alone me, they just want to know what happened to us this day. It's just where they all went. So you don't have to worry about boldly handing the letter to Prime Minister Yan."
Rong Chang'an's words gave Chuntao some comfort: "What about after handing over the letter to the Prime Minister?"
Rong Changan said: "Then you go back to the palace. I'll go back later!"
So Chuntao and Rong Changan went into a silk shop, changed clothes, each bought a gauze hat and put it on to cover their faces.
Chuntao came out of the silk shop first, and the two stalkers saw Rong Chang'an's clothes, and thought it was Rong Chang'an's, so they followed behind until the prime minister's residence.
"Stop, what are you doing?" Menzi stopped Chuntao.
Chuntao gently lifted a corner of the veil, and whispered to the door: "I have something to see the prime minister, take me to see him quickly."
Menzi froze for a moment, doubts written all over his face: "Chuntao, what are you..."
"Stop talking so much nonsense, hurry up and take me to see the prime minister." Chuntao said impatiently.
Yan Li was practicing sword in the Martial Arts Hall, when he saw Chuntao at first glance, he thought it was Rong Changan! But looking at the hurried steps, it didn't look like it. No matter what the situation was, Rong Changan's walking posture revealed nobility and grace in a calm and unhurried manner.
"Prime Minister, the Empress has a letter for you!" Chuntao raised her veil and handed the letter to Yan Li.
Yan Li opened the pink Xue Tao's manuscript, and the beautiful handwriting on it was like seeing Rong Chang'an.
"Apricot forest in the north of the city, rent a horse and travel!"
Yan Li asked Chun Tao: "Apart from this letter, does your master have anything else to say?"
Chuntao shook her head: "Not anymore, I just met a few people following me on the way."
Chun Tao then told Yan Li how Rong Changan got rid of the stalking. While worried about Rong Changan, Yan Li was also admired by her wit.
"Prime Minister, what did my master write in the letter?"
"I didn't write anything! I just said that the spring is beautiful now, and I should go out and enjoy it."
Before the words were finished, Yan Li had already walked out of the martial arts hall with his sword in hand. He took out the bay red horse from the stable, put it on the saddle, jumped onto the horse's back from the horse-mounting stone, and headed for the apricot forest in the north of the city.
The area north of the city is full of plains and grasslands. It is spring, with mixed peanut trees, flocks of warblers flying around, and the warm east wind blowing into the apricot forest, rustling.
Yan Li didn't urge the horse, let the horse walk slowly into the apricot forest, looked around the forest, but couldn't see Rong Chang'an, only saw a white horse tied to a green poplar tree beside the Bitan, the horse was leisurely Eating green grass, flicking its tail constantly to drive away mosquitoes.
Not seeing Rong Chang'an, Yan Li felt a little anxious, first he yelled softly, and then he shouted loudly, "Chang'an! Chang'an!"
The concerned and anxious voice echoed far away in the apricot forest. Because Chuntao mentioned that they were being followed, Yan Li felt uneasy, fearing that something might happen to Rong Changan.
Standing by the side of Bitan, stroking the white horse, he said to himself, "Horse, horse, tell me quickly, where is Chang'an?"
"call out!"
As soon as Yan Li moved his ears, he knew that something hard was coming through the strong wind, and it was coming from above his head.
Yan Li grabbed the saddle of the white horse with both hands, and hid himself in the saddle, tucking his body under the horse's belly. Taking a closer look, the hard object flying through the air turned out to be a thin dead branch stuck in the mud beside the Bitan.
Such a clever strength, such a deep internal force, is rare in the world. Yan Li felt that the enemy was pressing down on him. Just as he got out from under the horse's belly, a gleaming sword had already stabbed from the tree again, and the owner of this sword turned out to be a woman with a veil!
The sword came out of the hole like a boa constrictor, Yan Li couldn't hold back his breath, he didn't dare to accept the move forcefully, turned over and jumped aside.
But the opponent is using a series of swords, that sword move is like three waves of the Yangtze River, one wave after another, just now he couldn't stab Yan Li from the tree, the opponent's sword tip picked up, and stabbed at Yan Li's throat . The position is well positioned, if Yan Li doesn't hide, he will surely die.
Yan Li was taken aback, he had rarely encountered such a master, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"when!"
Yan Li's sword was blocked to the left, and when the sword was blocked by the side of the neck, the strong wind even blew Yan Li's hair up.
The two were facing each other at this moment, with a distance of only two or three inches. Yan Li hurriedly used his left palm, but the strange thing was that the opponent didn't parry, seeing that Yan Li's left palm was about to knock him off.
But Yan Li's left palm stopped halfway, and a gust of wind blew the other's gauze hat off, revealing a handsome and incomprehensible face.
"Chang'an, you are..." Yan Li recognized Rong Chang'an when he was facing him.
But Rong Changan covered his mouth and smiled foolishly: "I thought you really dared to slap me to death with a slap!" As he said, he stroked his hair that was blown by the palm wind.
Such a small woman like Rong Chang'an was rarely seen, and Yan Li got drunk after seeing it.
"Why, Great Xia Yan, are you silent?" Rong Changan tilted his head to look at Yan Li, like a little sparrow.
Yan Li calmed down and didn't look at Rong Chang'an. He said angrily, "Chang'an, you're making too much of a joke! That dead tree branch of yours almost killed me just now!"
Rong Chang'an smiled and said, "Hero Yan has such high martial arts, so he won't die so easily!"
"And, just now, did you know how dangerous you are? If I hadn't recognized you sooner, my palm might have..."
Rong Changan was still smiling. She knew that if she wanted to dodge, Yan Li's palm could not do anything to her.
"Okay, okay!" Rong Changan looked at the surrounding scenery intoxicatedly, "The weather is so good today, the air is so fresh, and it seems to have a scent of green grass, it is so pleasant! Let's ride a horse for a spring ride, okay? it is good?"
Spring riding is indeed a good idea.
Yan Li admired the poem "Treading flowers and returning home with horseshoe fragrance", today he also wants to learn from the literati in the past, ride horses with Rong Changan to see flowers, and let the horseshoes be stained with the fragrance of green grass when he returns home.