Chapter 210 Hanging Mountain.

The petals of the chrysanthemum are curved into a graceful arc, with the ends slightly upturned, like a crescent moon hanging in the night sky. The stamens are like crystal clear pearls, shining brightly. The whole chrysanthemum is shining in the sun, intoxicating.

May is the time when summer chrysanthemums bloom, and it is also a good time to enjoy them for the first time.

After that, it will bloom again in October, but by then, people’s mood will have changed a little.

The Central Plains people love chrysanthemums since ancient times, and the best among them are naturally the people of Southern Qing. In Qing, chrysanthemums can be seen everywhere. When Li An came to this world, the first place he settled was Danzhou.

Danzhou is a place where these flowers bloom.

The chrysanthemum tea produced here was loved even by dignitaries as far away as the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Fan Xian was also very familiar with this kind of thing. He had been trained hard by Wu Zhu in Danzhou before. There were many wild chrysanthemums growing on the cliffs there.

When Fan Xian got off the carriage after sitting for a long time, he was intoxicated by the golden color all over the ground. It turned out that when something fills the whole world and permeates the whole vision, the magnificence is beyond words.

There is also a broken wall here, with a road leading up to it.

The path is made of stones of different sizes, and you can see traces of human cutting and axe chiseling, but it is not neat, which is surprising.

The Hanging Temple is located on the top of the mountain. It is built on the mountain. Every trace here is artificial but still has the beauty of nature, as if it has been integrated into one. When everyone reached the mountainside, the road ahead was cut off, and only wooden stakes were left nailed firmly into the mountain.

The gazes were arranged in different arrangements, but very densely, as if they had formed the path to follow.

Everyone walked on it. There were no handrails nearby. When the mountain peaks roared past, the timid ones would inevitably feel dizzy, but when they looked at the figure in front of them, they gritted their teeth again and insisted on going up.

It turns out that the Hanging Temple from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain was built slowly by the ascetics who believed in the temple, brick by brick, grass by grass, and tree by tree. It took hundreds of years and many generations of efforts to make such a wonder appear before the eyes of the people. The purpose is to publicize the supremacy of the temple, to illuminate the world, and to persuade people to be kind.

I just don’t know if among all the people walking here today, can you find a kind-hearted person.

When Fan Xian reached the top, many figures gradually appeared in his field of vision. They were a few ascetic monks sitting under the temple building full of Qing Dynasty style, doing their daily homework.

These people have a very high status, both among the people of Qing Kingdom and in the eyes of the royal family.

Li Chengqian, Li Chengze, Li Chengping, and Li Chengzong, who had not been sent out since returning to Kyoto, all stopped at the same time and bowed slightly to the buildings and the people under them. Although there was no response, their courtesy was already thorough. After that, they did not stop, quickened their pace and followed the figure in front closely.

Fan Xian curled his lips slightly when he saw this. If Li Ang had not appeared, he might still believe that there are gods in this world.

He was an atheist in his previous life. After Li Ang's reminder and the letters left by his mother, he naturally knew how he came to this world. Therefore, he was not very interested in it and did not stay for long. He maintained his position and continued to follow his predecessors.

Emperor Qing sensed all of this, and he just smiled and said nothing.

The temple is extremely mysterious and ignores worldly affairs, but it always silently influences the world in every era. The fact that people have only this one clear belief over the years is a testament to this. As the royal family of Qing, the Li family naturally maintains respect for these things that do not affect themselves but can control the people of the entire country.

As for privately, use it however you want.

This is what they are good at, but it is not what Ang Lee would like to see.

In short, for various reasons, the Qing Kingdom's royal family, the Li family, held the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting every three years on the Hanging Mountain. Perhaps it was because two rival princes were killed when Emperor Qing came to power, and the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting also played a role in reconciling the conflicts of interest among the royal children, deepening their understanding of each other, and resolving grievances.

At the same time, this royal event also invited many big families to come. In addition to the Qing people, there was also the Northern Qi delegation that appeared here at an inappropriate time. Because it was inappropriate, the delegation headed by Wei Hua was naturally unwelcome, and even the position they were arranged was very far away from the high platform.

However, this action, which concerned the reputation of Northern Qi, did not bother Wei Hua, because he had something on his mind and could not care about anything else.

The Northern Qi envoys were at the outermost edge, and next to them were some old duke families that had existed in Qing for a long time. Their ancestors might have been prominent, but now they were a little lonely.

Soon, a stretcher carrying Sanshi was carried up by several guards and placed in the middle of the field.

Being surrounded by so many people, Sanshi looked at Emperor Qing with hatred in his eyes, which made the guards beside him shudder and speechless. They did not stop him. After all, Sanshi was a top ninth-rank contestant. Even with his limbs tied up, he still had a lot of Qi cultivation. If something went wrong, they, the nameless people, would be the ones to die.

And your majesty, naturally, will not do anything to Sanshi for their sake. Let him die, and he will die.

They understand the reason well.

Seeing that Emperor Qing had not yet appeared, Fan Xian could not sit still. While keeping an eye on the movements of the Northern Qi delegation, he arranged for the people of the Supervisory Office to carefully check the surroundings.

Lin Wan'er, who was standing by, couldn't help but chuckle when she saw this.

"Don't be so nervous, my husband. It's just a celebration."

Fan Xian kept greeting them, and at the same time he said breathlessly, "Is it just a celebration? They have come from so far away, and as the head of the First Division of the Supervisory Council, I have to ensure their safety. You know, now is the time when the Northern Qi delegation is entering the capital! It's really the people in power who can tire themselves out with a single move."

Although he said he was tired, he was mostly pretending for his wife to see.

Lin Wan'er came to Fan Xian and kneaded his waist to relieve his fatigue. Fan Xian hummed a few times comfortably and asked in a low voice: "Appreciate the chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums are all at the bottom of the mountain. What are you going to see on the top?"

"Of course you can't see it from here, but if you stand on the platform where Your Majesty is standing, you can naturally see it all!" Lin Wan'er kept her hands moving and raised her chin slightly, motioning Fan Xian to look at the platform.

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian nodded, estimated the angle, asked Wan'er to stop and rest, and he went to the edge of the cliff alone and looked out from the angle that could be seen from the high platform.

Slowly, he froze in place.

"This is so beautiful!"

He doesn't have acrophobia, and even if he does, Wuzhu has cured it!

Looking from the top of the mountain, the world is golden!

Perhaps it is because he has royal blood flowing in his body, he likes this kind of golden color very much!

Just as Fan Xian was facing the strong wind and breathing in the refreshing scent that was carried up by the wind, Lin Wan'er came behind him and gently pulled the corner of Fan Xian's clothes, as if she was worried that her husband would slip and fall.

"This is full of golden thread chrysanthemums. It is said that they were brought here by Master Genchen of Tianyi Dao in the Northern Wei Dynasty. This flower has strong vitality and can grow as soon as it falls to the ground. That is why it blooms all over the mountains and fields. This has become a great wonder of Kyoto!"

"Ku He's master, Master Gen Chen?" Fan Xian asked.

"good."

(End of this chapter)