There are some rice and vegetables placed on the exquisite carved table. The cooking is not complicated, but it looks very refreshing and delicious. There is also a huge casserole in the middle, with fresh mushrooms floating in the golden chicken soup.
Mrs. Hu enthusiastically took the bowls and divided them one by one. As she divided them, she murmured: "This old hen is big and fat. I specially saved it for the city lord to replenish himself. You are in for a treat today." ”
Ranchen said with a smile: "Aunt Hu, you don't have to go to such trouble."
"That's not okay," Madam Hu scolded, "You are in such poor health, why don't you eat something good? Do you think you have a long life?"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong."
Aunt Hu did not stop working for a moment. She placed the bowls in front of everyone one by one and said with satisfaction: "Okay, try the chicken soup I stewed."
Everyone sighed obediently and then picked up the bowl and tasted it.
Qingyang also looked a little surprised when he saw the normally majestic people outside acting so well-behaved in front of a cook.
Nan Liluo whispered in Qingyang's ear: "Aunt Hu was already here when I entered the city when I was a child. It should be said that we all grew up eating her food. She is almost the same as our wet nurse."
Qingyang nodded in sudden realization, and couldn't help but think of Aunt Su in Yaowang Valley, and missed her crab apple cake so much.
"Wow, this chicken is delicious."
Si Miao took a bite of the chicken in the bowl and said with surprise: "Why is it so tender? It's completely different from how we cook it."
Aunt Hu looked at this girl from a foreign land happily, and said lovingly: "If you like to eat, eat more. Auntie, go and make our cloud cake for you to try."
After saying that, he walked to the kitchen without stopping.
"The pastries made by Aunt Hu are really good. I think Miss Simiao will like them."
Ranchen instructed gently, while scooping up the chicken soup in the bowl with the spoon in his hand and sipping it in small sips.
Along the way, Qingyang hadn't had a good meal for a long time, but now his index finger was moving, and the food was delicious.
Not feeling hungry, Ranchen just drank the chicken soup in the bowl and stopped. Looking at Feng Fanxiao sitting next to him eating like a bereaved dog with his head hanging, he felt a little bit dumbfounded.
I didn't expect that this person who was not afraid of life and death would be defeated by a little girl.
A gust of wind suddenly blew up on the porch, making the leaves rustle.
"Miss Si Miao, the eighth day of next month is a good day. The mansion will hold a wedding for Miss Qingyang and Li Luo. Fan Xiao will also help with Li Luo's wedding. You will live in the mansion with Miss Qingyang. How about helping Fan Xiao by the way?"
"Sister Qingyang, are you getting married so soon?" Si Miao's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately threw down the chopsticks in her hand and grabbed Qingyang's arm, "That's great," but then she pouted again, "Can't I get married with you?"
Qingyang blushed slightly and nodded. She knew that on the way, Nan Liluo had already written to Ranchen to tell him about their decision to get married. She didn't know that he took it to heart so much. At the same time, she grabbed the silk thread in a funny way. Miao's hand: "Silly girl, you have to think carefully about getting married."
"Miss Qingyang is right." Ranchen nodded, "Although Yunzhong City will never break his promise to the girl, marriage is not a piece of cake. In fact, the girl has never gotten along with Fan Xiao. A promise. This time, we are taking advantage of Liluo's wedding to get along well. If on the wedding day, you are still willing to fulfill the original promise, I will naturally be willing to hold another wedding for the girl. "
Si Miao pursed her lips and thought for a moment: "Okay then."
Along the way for more than half a year, she actually seems to have a deeper feeling for Qingyang, and it is great to be able to help such a beautiful sister get married.
Nan Liyu, who was sitting next to Feng Fanxiao, poked his arm and whispered: "Master, I can only help you so far. During these days, do you want Miss Simiao to really fall in love with you or leave you? You can do it on your own."
This wife seems to be unable to hide.
Feng Fanxiao glanced at Si Miao and thought helplessly that this little girl was more troublesome than the martial arts masters he had dealt with, although she was quite cute.
I don't even think it's funny when I think about it.
The wind was blowing slowly in the corridor, and people in the house were chatting and laughing while eating. Aunt Hu walked in with a smile on her face, carrying pastries.
While everyone was carefully tasting the pastries made by Aunt Hu, three horses walked into Lanshan County.
"After so many years, I didn't expect that Lanshan County would be more lively than before."
Jiuxia led the horse and walked in front, sighing as she walked.
"Yes," Gu Jianghe sighed, "I still remember that this is where we met."
"You mean that?"
Wen Jirou next to her raised her hand and pointed.
A stone tablet appeared not far ahead.
Next to the Twenty-Fourth Bridge is the busiest place in Lanshan County, with restaurants and shops intertwined with each other. Even a few steps away is the most famous exquisite flower world in Lanshan County.
Seeing the twenty-four bridges as before, Gu Jianghe couldn't help but walk up.
Since she knew that her life had a time limit, she began to cherish the things she saw every day, especially the old things and scenes she had encountered before.
Perhaps this glance is the last.
The three people tied their horses to the bridge and walked onto the bridge.
The sun shone on my body and I felt the warmth of the heat.
Linglong Flower World was still quiet during lunch time, with only a few servants working in front of the door.
With a "creak", the door was opened a small crack.
The small sound did not alert Gu Jianghe and others. When they were about to turn around and leave the Twenty-Four Bridge, a little girl emerged from the door and ran towards them.
"Three guests, please wait."
A boy who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old ran out, chasing him and shouting all the way.
Wen Jirou turned around instinctively, and the boy who hadn't stopped ran into his arms.
Jiu Xia laughed loudly on the side: "How come Linglong Flower World in Lanshan County doesn't even let the old man go?"
The boy who was helped up by Wen Jirou scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry for the three guests. Our dear girl is here to invite you."
The three of them looked at each other, Jiuxia shook her head slightly at Gu Jianghe, and Wen Jirou showed some caution in her eyes.
Gu Jianghe frowned slightly: "Did your girl admit the wrong person?"
But the boy shook his head repeatedly: "A girl never mistakes her benefactor," he said as he took out a dark blue sword spike from his arms, "Our girl said that when the young master left, he specially stayed behind. I got this sword spike to think about for her, so I was so excited when I saw the young master upstairs, so I quickly asked the younger one to stop the three of them."
She and Jiuxia looked at the unfamiliar sword spike in the boy's hand with some confusion. Just as they were about to speak, Wen Jirou grabbed her arm suddenly.
In her surprised expression, he spoke slowly: "Can you please lead the way? Of course our young master also misses your girl."
"okay."
The boy happily stuffed the sword tassel back into his arms, then turned around and walked away.
For some reason Wen Jirou suddenly changed her tone. Gu Jianghe was about to ask, but he grabbed him and followed the boy.
"That sword spike was given to Sifeng when he came back to me from the army."
There was a soft voice beside her ear, and she looked up into his eyes.
It's him? She thought of the look in the tea shed that morning. Just the look at each other that day, he was able to follow her all the way here, or in other words, he was one step earlier.
Unlike the buildings full of red sleeves at night, the scene during the day was as quiet as if there were no living people.
The waiter greeted us from the front and explained: "The girls in our building are resting during the day, and few guests come back, so it seems a bit deserted. Please come upstairs."
She seemed to still be able to smell the aroma of powder and wine in the air. Wen Jirou held her behind her with his hands and whispered, "Follow me."
A door on the left side of the second floor suddenly opened.
A beauty in green opened the door, her hair hanging casually on her shoulders, and she stood tall: "My legs and feet are quite fast, and I really stopped my patron back."
"That's right, you must do what the girl tells you."
The green beauty covered her mouth and smiled and said: "You are very excited at such a young age. Go down and let the three guests enter the room."
After the boy left, Ye Qi closed the door. Looking at the three people standing in the room with some vigilance, her eyes suddenly changed.
She casually picked up the gold hairpin on the dressing table and quickly pulled her long hair into a bun. She stretched out her hand and pointed forward: "My young master is inside, please."
Jiuxia held Gu Jianghe's hand nervously.
However, Wen Jirou took off the bamboo hat on her head, looked at Gu Jianghe behind her, and wanted to move forward.
The door curtain made of strings of beads jingled, intercepting the innermost shadow into segments.
The person inside also seemed to hear someone coming in. He moved and reached out to open the door curtain.
"Sifeng."
After seeing the exposed face clearly, Wen Jirou breathed out, "It is indeed you."
"Master." Sifeng walked up to Wen Jirou in three steps. Although Wen Jirou was now disguised as an old man, he could not mistake those eyes.
After all, he couldn't hold it back and stretched out his arms to hug him fiercely: "It's really you. You're still alive. That's great."
He shook violently, a little surprised, his hand froze for a moment, and then he gently stroked Sifeng's back, somewhat dumbfounded: "You were not such a person before."
Gu Jianghe behind him burst into laughter: "The person who felt that he could kill someone with one sword is actually so emotional now."
However, Sifeng let go of Wen Jirou. He was not angry, but just scratched his head in embarrassment.
Wen Jirou looked at him and found that the man who had been following him since childhood had changed a bit after not seeing him for several years.
When his eyes fell on his right hand that was scratching his head inadvertently, his expression suddenly changed. He reached out and grabbed his right hand, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with your hand?"
On the right hand that was originally well-jointed, a hideous scar spiraled out from the skin inside the sleeve.
Si Feng instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but just now he saw that his master was so excited that he forgot about his right hand for a moment. But now his right hand cannot exert half the strength and cannot move at all.
"The Holy One suspected that your death was false, so he put me in prison and crippled one of my hands." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he said honestly, "After crippled my right hand, see me Maybe he really didn’t know about your death, so he let me out and asked me to return to Jialan to find out about you."
As expected, Wen Jirou sighed. As expected, such a person as the Holy One would not be able to hide the news of his fake death so easily.
"When I saw you at the Guandao Teahouse that day, I knew it must be you, so I quickly came to Lanshan County. I must see you before the Holy One's people find you."
But he waved his hand indifferently: "The Holy Spirit is very considerate. I have followed him for so many years, how could I not understand it? I knew that he probably wouldn't believe the news of his fake death."
"It's just that I didn't know that he would treat you like this." He reached out and touched the scar on Sifeng's right hand. "The sword in your right hand is the best among the secret guards. I thought he would at least worry about you being able to serve him." , I didn’t expect the Holy One to be able to cripple your hand without hesitation.”
Si Feng looked at his right hand indifferently: "Master forgot, without this hand, I still have my left hand. By the way, since you know that the Holy Master is suspicious that you are not dead, why do you risk returning to the Central Plains? "
"There is no king in the world. If he really wants to find me, I will be the same wherever I am." He frowned slightly, then relaxed, "I returned to the Central Plains this time just to complete some unfinished business. "
"Master, please let me follow you," Si Feng seemed to have made up his mind. "I don't want to go back to the place before. No matter whether I am dead or alive, I just want to follow you."
