Your Majesty said that mountain patrolling is a beautiful job

The third Yin month of the twelfth month of the Bingshen year

Zhongshan is only a little bit big. I get up at Yinshi, and after visiting the mountain at Chenshi, I can come back to have breakfast. What changes will happen to the little bit big place?

I am really puzzled*.

——Mountain patrol log

"I can't figure it out" was what I heard from a scholar teaching yesterday.

The little scholar explained to the group of rogue monkeys: "That is to say, I am very confused, and there is no result after all kinds of thinking."

Pointing to a sprig of wintersweet with sporadic flowers on the table, he said with a smile: "For example, this branch of wintersweet suddenly appeared on my case the day before yesterday, which baffled me."

Xun San's ears were burning red from behind the wall.

The scholar had a smile in his eyes, "I don't know who came here with the plums, and then left with a change of ink, but he is very caring."

Xun San looked at the cracks in the wall for a while, then rushed back to the mountain with a flushed face, feeling embarrassed to go down the mountain all day to see the scholar again.

Although Feng Xi didn't take Yu Jiuyuan's words to heart, Yu Jiuyuan also showed Feng Xi that it was his mistake.

But Yu Jiuyuan was an out-and-out double-faced man, and when he turned his head, his face darkened and he severely warned Xun San to be careful on patrol.

"Floating mountains is a big deal. If you stare carefully, if something goes wrong, you will be the first to die!"

Yu Jiuyuan's eyes were dark, and Xun San was so frightened that he lost his original shape and ran away.

Although he was quite frightened, Xun San honestly increased the number of mountain patrols from once a day to twice a day, and he even had to wander up the mountain from time to time.

The Zhongshan monster felt that he was simply idle, but no one went to investigate the reason.

Yu Jiuyuan is not such a person on weekdays.

Xun San was thinking while using a stick to open the grass that crawled to the middle of the road.

Zhongshan Mountain God is notoriously a coward, a cowardly reincarnation.

Seeing Tianerdi guarding Fengxi's front and back, whoever speaks louder will frighten him into running behind Fengxi.

At the Zhongshan annual meeting, when everyone was talking about their ideals, Yu Jiuyuan was also brazen. He said that his only ideal was to hope that Feng Xi would not drive him away.

Everyone booed and let them get married.

With a wave of Feng Xi's hand, Yu Jiuyuan was thrown eight feet away. Yu Jiuyuan laughed and got up from the ground, and then ran back to Feng Xi's side, begging for a coincidence.

Seeing this, all the monsters silenced, and no monster dared to mention this again.

But it was such a cowardly god who frightened Xun San to the point of showing his original form that day.

As Xun San walked slowly, he wondered whether Yu Jiuyuan had unleashed his divine power that day to bully such a harmless and useless little monster like him.

Swaying and swaying, it swayed to the foot of the mountain again.

School was suspended today, and there was no sound of reading aloud in the front yard. Xun San walked around to the backyard and saw the cute and amiable little scholar doing his own laundry.

The sky of the twelfth lunar month can be freezing, and the little scholar's hand holding the pen is red from the cold.

Xun San was very distressed, but he didn't know any magic tricks, and he couldn't just wave his hands and let the pots and pans move by themselves.

The little scholar breathed on his frozen hands, and Xun San followed behind the wall.

After squatting for a while, Xun San walked around to the front yard and pushed all the books piled up on the table by the schoolchildren to the ground and scattered them all over the floor.

When he quickly ran back to the backyard, the little scholar had already heard the sound and walked to the front yard.

Xun San hurriedly stuffed the clothes into the basin, picked up the basin and ran out.

There is a living spring in Dongshan, because it is close to Fengxi's cave, few monsters go there to drink and play.

Xun San is not afraid of being laughed at by other monsters when he washes clothes for the person he likes, but if someone sees it, it may cause another disturbance.

Ah Ying's lesson is still a knife hanging over the heads of Zhongshan monsters.

Ah Ying and the poor scholar at the foot of the mountain, Qingqing and I, soon after, accidentally encountered a fake half-immortal who was wandering around and had little ability to show off by picking up a magic weapon, showing his prototype.

Ah Ying was originally a plant, and it was not easy to enlighten her, and it was even more difficult to cultivate her human nature. To be beaten to death by such a blow, she almost lost her soul.

Fortunately, she tried her best to save it, and escaped back to inform everyone that the fake half-immortal was about to go up the mountain to catch the demon.

It happened that Fengxi was not in Zhongshan, and several little monsters who had not yet transformed near the foot of the mountain had no time to escape, and all of them died under the magic weapon of Laoshizi.

Speaking of it, it was Yu Jiuyuan who came forward to beat the fake half-immortal down the mountain and confiscated the magic weapon. Ah Ying's primordial spirit dissipated, and a group of angry little monsters rushed down the mountain to beat up the poor scholar. The belongings ran away.

Although Xun San felt that the little scholar was not a sour scholar, there were always some good little monsters who talked too much, and he himself did not dare to act rashly.

The spring water in winter was icy cold. Although Xun San was a monster, he was a monster who knew no spells or mana. His mortal body couldn't help being so cold, and he started sneezing after a while.

After washing the clothes, Xun San walked back, being moved to tears by his great unrequited love.

"Little scholar, no one treats you better than me," Xun San curled his lips, "Don't hate me, despise me for being a wild rabbit spirit."

Zhong Shan doesn't have any rare animals or plants that can be sold.

Wild rabbits, deflated foxes run all over the mountains, and pheasants and gray sparrows join in the fun.

Xun San thinks that Qilin is very good, an ancient beast, and he must be very proud to say it, and he is not afraid of being disgusted by others.

As he spoke, he felt a little resentful, "What's wrong with the wild rabbit spirit? Zhongshan's wild rabbit has cultivated into a spirit, and I have been the only one for hundreds of years!"

"I'm precious!"

Xun San laughed suddenly, his rabbit eyes half-closed, "I am the only wild rabbit spirit in Zhongshan!"

The self-confidence that was about to explode suddenly faltered when he saw the scholar standing in the backyard.

Xun San walked around to the front yard with the basin in his arms, and the little scholar who had been messed up by him had already tidied up.

When the little scholar returned from the front yard to the backyard with a doubtful expression on his face, Xun San hid behind the wall and rubbed his hands in secret, hoping that the little scholar would say some words of praise.

The little scholar said, "Huh? The ten cents in my dress are gone!"

Xun San: "?"

He poked his head halfway behind the wall and saw the little scholar rummaging in the basin. He said in a very annoyed tone, "There are ten pennies here. I don't know who took my clothes away, but also my clothes." Money, how can there be such a barbaric reason in broad daylight?"

Xun San: "!"

Ten pennies?

He didn't see that there were ten pennies!

Could it be that it was accidentally washed away by water?

Xun San leaned against the wall, secretly annoyed that he had done something bad with good intentions, and the ten cents might be money for the young scholar to use for the New Year.

He ran back to the mountains and found Feng Xi.

"Your Majesty, can you lend me ten Wen?"

"You should be paid for patrolling the mountains. I'll ask Yu Jiuyuan to take you to get it."

Originally it was a loan, but Xun San unexpectedly received wages that he had never received before.

100 years of wages were all in this heavy brocade bag, and Xun San quickly ran down the mountain again.

He came and went so quickly this time, the little scholars were still drying their clothes, so Xun San returned to the front yard.

He put the money on the case in the front yard, and after thinking about it, he thought it was inappropriate, so he left another note.

The pen with few hairs left is what he carried with him. He wrote: "I didn't see the ten pennies. Maybe it was washed away by the water, and I didn't take it."

After finishing writing, he was a little concerned about his poor handwriting. He learned it from the old master quietly by himself, but he had no talent. After learning that the old master had passed away, his handwriting was messed up, as if it had been scraped by chicken feet.

Xun San looked at it for a while, why don't you rewrite it?

"you are?"

With a "click", Xun San's pen fell to the ground, the tip of the pen touched the ground, and the remaining hairs were torn apart.

Xun San raised his head tremblingly, resisting the urge to change form, raised his head calmly, and looked at the little scholar who walked in silently.

The scholar is wearing a lake blue shirt today, with a short jacket over it, but he still looks cold, and his ears are red.

The little scholar saw the discarded piece of paper, startled for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, "I don't know who it is, it turns out that this brother has been taking care of me all the time."

"I, I, this, this..."

The little scholar cupped his hands and bowed to Xun San, "The words of the ten pennies were originally made up by me, thinking that maybe the person who helped me has not gone far, and when I heard it, I would come back and thank you in person. I don't want you to misunderstand me, it's really not thoughtful."

Xun San lowered his eyes and said in a weak voice, "No, it's all right."

The little scholar said again: "Xia Liu Yanhuai, I don't know your brother's name."

"No respect, no respect," Xun San waved his hands again and again, feeling his face burning, like a mosquito humming, "I, my name is Xun San."

Of course he knew that the little scholar's name was Liu Yanhuai, and in his heart he thought the name was really nice.

Monsters are different from people. Their names are either named after a surname, or just a given name. They have all names, and they are either chosen by themselves or by someone with a predestined relationship. Yes.

It's just that there are many monsters and few people with predestined relationships. There are many monsters with incomplete names in this world, but it's impossible to pick out one with all names.

"But it's cursive month ten days?"

Xun San nodded.

The surname "Xun" was given to him by an old man, but he said that he was not a predestined person for the wild rabbit spirit, so he could only give the surname, so Xun San had no choice but to drop himself "three" according to his own ranking.

"Brother Xun has a heart, why do you want to take my clothes and wash them yourself?" Liu Yanhuai still asked.

Xun San twisted his fingers, twirled them back and forth, and turned his face away, unwilling to answer.

Although Liu Yanhuai is a scholar, he is not pedantic, and he understands it, but he does not point it out, "I don't know that the winter plum was also given by brother Xun?"

Xun San faltered and refused to speak.

Liu Yanhuai knew everything now.

There is always less ink on his case, and several papyrus from schoolchildren have been lost, but what is more, the wild fruits and flowers in front of his door are always wrapped in banana leaves and delivered with care.

"The gift of wintersweet, I want to thank brother Xun, brother Xun is thoughtful, I can't repay you." Liu Yanhuai cupped his hands, full of gratitude.

Xun San took a step back, waved his hands and shook his head, but couldn't speak.

Liu Yanhuai didn't mind at all, and smiled at him, it was Yushu Langyue, Fengshen Junya.

"The house is full of fragrant plums, I wonder if brother Xun can show me some face and have a drink with me?"

Xun San was drunk.

The author has something to say:

Puzzling is actually a sentence in "Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes" (first release)

great unrequited love...