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Chapter 783 Su Wuming 82

Su Wuming then realized that he and Chu Huan were still holding hands. He quickly let go, a hint of unnaturalness flashing across his face. "Xijun is right. It's getting late. Huan'er, you should also go to bed early."

Chu Hua also realized that her actions were a little too enthusiastic. She blushed and nodded: "Well, you should also go to bed early."

After saying that, he ran back to his room as if escaping.

Looking at Chu Hua's fleeing back, Su Wuming's smile deepened.

After returning to the room, Chu Hua's heart was still pounding. She covered her chest, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. Why was she... so excited?

He actually grabbed Su Wuming's hand in front of Xijun! It was... so embarrassing!

On the morning of the eighth day of the first lunar month, a thin mist covered Chang'an City, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus. Su Wuming got up early, changed into a plain blue shirt, and looked particularly energetic. He came to Chu Hua's door and knocked twice.

"Huan'er, are you awake?"

Chu Hua's sleepy voice came from inside the room: "Well...sleep a little longer..."

Su Wuming couldn't help but smile. This girl was still so sleepy. He raised his voice: "We are going to Shiqiao Mountain today. Don't miss the time."

The door creaked open, and Chu Huan rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her hair was a little messy, and she was wearing a thin coat.

She saw Su Wuming and asked dazedly, "What time is it?"

Su Wuming smiled gently: "It's morning."

Chu Hua suddenly woke up and exclaimed, "Ah! It's so late!"

She quickly turned back to her room and hurriedly sorted out her clothes. Su Wuming stood outside the door, listening to the chaotic sounds coming from inside the house, and the smile on his face deepened.

After Chu Hua packed up, they set off for Shiqiao Mountain. Along the way, Chu Hua looked at the surrounding scenery curiously, and asked Su Wuming about some customs and habits of the Tang Dynasty from time to time. Su Wuming patiently answered them one by one.

Shiqiao Mountain is located outside Chang'an City. The mountain is not steep, but the scenery is beautiful and pleasant. The gurgling stream in the mountain, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers are refreshing.

Chu Hua and Xi Jun found a flat stone by the lake and sat down. They spread out the painting scroll. Xi Jun painted the scenery of the lake and mountains with his brush, while Chu Hua held his cheek and watched her paint with great interest.

Su Wuming, the governor, the chief secretary, Zhong Boqi and Leng Ji were drinking tea in a pavilion not far away, enjoying the scenery of Shiqiao Mountain and talking about some elegant things.

Su Wuming appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was already turbulent. He had long deduced that Zhong Boqi was the murderer of Lu Gongfu, Yan Yuanfu and the others in the stone bridge map. He came to Shiqiao Mountain today to reveal the answer and bring Zhong Boqi to justice.

It turned out that Zhong Boqi started to lose his hair half a year ago. He mistakenly thought that he had a terminal illness and would not live long. He was afraid of being alone on the road to the underworld, so he wanted to take away the four people from Nanzhou who were on good terms with him. As for the other people on the stone bridge map, it was purely because he felt that the people on the stone bridge map were indispensable. Although these people were insignificant in his heart, and even inferior to the plants and trees on the stone bridge map, he still killed them for the integrity of the stone bridge map.

In the end, Zhong Boqi was brought to justice by Su Wuming, and they escorted Zhong Boqi down the mountain. Chu Hua looked at the mountains in the distance, feeling deeply moved. This serial murder case was finally solved.

Chu Hua winked playfully, gave Su Wuming a thumbs up, and said in an exaggerated tone: "Su Wuming, you are truly a great detective! I admire you so much!"

Su Wuming was amused by her sudden action, his ears slightly reddened, he coughed uncomfortably: "Huan'er, you are too kind, it's just some reasoning skills."

"Oh, Su Sima is too modest."

Su Wuming looked at Chu Huan's lively eyes, and his mind moved. He suggested, "Huan'er, how about I write a poem to commemorate today's trip to Shiqiao Mountain?"

Chu Hua readily agreed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Master Fei Ji came over and winked, "Su Wuming, I didn't realize you can write poetry? Come on, read it out loud for everyone to hear."

Su Wuming glanced at him helplessly. This Master Fei Ji was really everywhere. He cleared his throat and was about to recite a poem, but was interrupted by Chu Hua.

"Wait!" Chu Hua rolled her eyes and smiled slyly.

"Su Wuming, since this poem was written for me, please read it to me alone."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Lu Lingfeng was the first to react. He laughed and said, "Your request is a bit too much. We also want to listen to Sima Su's poems."

Pei Xijun also echoed: "Yes, Sister Chuhua, don't be so stingy."

Chu Hua was not moved at all, and stuck out her tongue playfully: "Lululu, I won't let you listen to it, you are biased!"

Su Wuming looked at Chu Huan's quirky appearance, and his heart softened. He smiled dotingly and said, "Okay, then I'll just read it to Huan'er."

He walked to Chu Huan, lowered his voice, and recited slowly: "I first met the fairy Huan in the mountains. Her smile was so charming that it made the whole city full of beauty. She had bright eyes, white teeth, and a sweet smile. Her tenderness flowed around her fingertips. I wish to watch the moon with Huan'er, and hold her hand until we grow old together."

Chu Huan listened to Su Wuming's deep, magnetic voice and the sour love poem he recited, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush.

Although this poem is a bit old-fashioned, it has a unique flavor when recited by Su Wuming.

She secretly looked up at Su Wuming, and saw him looking at her with gentle and affectionate eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Su Wuming thought that she didn't like the poem, and asked nervously, "Huan'er, do you not like this poem?"

Chu Huan came back to her senses and quickly shook her head, her eyes flickering: "No... no, it's just... this poem... is a little... corny."

Su Wuming saw Chu Huan blushing and thought she was shy. He was even happier and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a silly smile. He gently pulled Chu Huan's hand and said softly: "Huan'er, you and I have been through so much, and we can be considered friends of life and death. I..."

Before Su Wuming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Master Fei Ji's exaggerated retching sound.

"Oh my god! This is too corny! I have goosebumps all over the floor! Su Wuming, you used to act like a piece of wood, why are you suddenly so greasy now!"

Lu Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Su Sima, your love poem is really heartbreaking and makes people cry!"

Pei Xijun covered her mouth and laughed, and even the usually serious Lu Lingfeng couldn't help but make a joke, which shows how "touching" Su Wuming's poem is.

Chu Hua tilted her head, twirling her fingers around her falling hair, and pretended to be distressed: "Oh, Su Wuming, your poem is really well written, but... it's too long, I... can't remember it."

She smiled sweetly at Su Wuming, her eyes moving with a hint of cunning.

Su Wuming's heart seemed to be gently touched by an invisible little hand, and it felt tingling. He looked at Chu Hua, his eyes full of doting: "If you can't remember it, then don't remember it. I'll read it again."

Master Fei rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms: "Oh my god, do it again? My ears can't take it. Su Wuming, you used to act serious, why are you so jealous now?"

Lu Lingfeng couldn't help but tease, "That's right, Sima Su, your love poem is as powerful as Master Fei Ji's poison. It makes anyone who hears it sad and makes anyone who listens to it cry!"

Su Wuming ignored the teasing of the crowd, his eyes always stayed on Chu Huan, and he said softly: "If Huan wants to listen, I will read it."

He took a deep breath and was about to recite again, but was interrupted by Chu Hua.

"Hey, wait!" Chu Hua's eyes rolled around like a kitten stealing fish: "Why don't you write down this poem so I can take it home and savor it slowly?"

Su Wuming was stunned for a moment, then reacted and nodded happily: "Good idea, I'll write it right away."

He looked around for a place to write.

Xijun immediately handed over a pen. Su Wuming took the silk cloth and charcoal pencil and looked at Xijun helplessly.

He spread out the silk cloth and carefully wrote the love poem on it. His handwriting was neat and as meticulous as he was.

After finishing writing, he handed the silk cloth to Chu Hua, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Hua'er, do you like it?"

Chu Huan took the silk cloth, folded it carefully, and put it close to her body. Then she looked up and gave Su Wuming a bright smile: "I like it, of course I like it! Su Wuming, you are so nice!"

Su Wuming looked at Chu Hua's smile and felt that the whole world was brightening up. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and wanted to touch Chu Hua's cheek, but he stopped when he was about to touch it. So many people were really annoying.

He withdrew his hand somewhat uncomfortably and coughed softly: "It's getting late, we should go back."

Chu Huan nodded and followed Su Wuming, and the two walked down the mountain side by side.

Master Fei Ji, Lu Lingfeng and Pei Xijun walked behind, looking at the pink bubbles between the two people in front, and couldn't help but exchange a meaningful look.

After returning to the post station, Chu Huan carefully unfolded the silk cloth, and in the dim candlelight, she once again carefully savored the love poem written by Su Wuming.

"I first met Fairy Huan in the mountains, her smile was enough to captivate the whole city..." She recited softly, a sweet smile unconsciously rising at the corner of her mouth.

Chu Hua also planned to give a return gift to Su Wuming, but she couldn't write poetry.

Chu Huan shook her head for a long time at the poem on the silk cloth, and finally sighed: "Alas, if it were modern times, I could write a ten thousand word love letter in a few minutes, but I really can't write this in classical Chinese!"

She racked her brain, trying to find something useful, but all she could find was "zhihuzheya" and "yao tiao shu nv", or some awkward and difficult parallel prose that made her teeth chatter.

Modern love poems? Forget it, "You are the April in the World" would probably confuse Su Wuming.