He Youyou has little appreciation for flowers and plants.
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms, blooming profusely, are just for show.
These wildflowers are everywhere, and she didn't pay them much attention.
She was lying on Zhao Changqing's back at that moment, and saw the golden crown on his head shining brightly right in front of her.
They picked the wildflowers one by one and arranged them around his golden crown.
Zhao Changqing noticed her movement and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"
He Youyou tilted her head and looked at his profile: "Hmm, good-looking. You know what, these flowers actually suit you quite well."
His mouth immediately stretched into a wide grin, and he proudly declared, "That's right."
We climbed the mountain and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
The two walked and stopped, taking more than half an hour, before finally reaching the top of the mountain.
Sure enough, a large peach orchard was planted on the mountaintop, blooming in a riotous display that turned the entire mountaintop a peach pink.
He Youyou got off his back and walked through the peach grove.
"Is it beautiful?" Zhao Changqing asked smugly, his hands behind his back.
"Beautiful, so beautiful."
After passing through the peach blossom grove, a secluded path came into view.
Following the path forward, we came to a temple.
The temple is not large, with two main halls at the front and back, and a few meditation rooms on the left and right.
The two walked to the entrance of the main hall and saw a wooden plaque hanging on one side of the entrance.
The wooden sign looks quite old; it's been exposed to wind and rain, and the wood is cracked and blackened.
Several large characters were written on it, the handwriting faded but still legible—
Zhao Changqing was not allowed to enter.
There was another line of text next to it, and the ink on this line looked relatively new.
Zhao Wenqi was also not allowed to enter.
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