Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 295 Extra Story: Fulfill Your Three Reminders and Four Requests

He walked out of the study, the courtyard was as thick as wine in the spring, and the old man was drunk with flowers, he asked: "Madam hasn't come back yet?"

Yang Zhihua said helplessly: "Madam handed over the letter, saying that she will stay in the palace for a while."

"Prepare the horse and enter the palace."

Meng Tang'an has been with her grandmother in the palace for more than ten days, but the queen mother has no intention of letting her go.

Regarding the big dream, in fact, she still has a lot of things that she doesn't understand.

It turned out that Meng Tang'an was also her, so what happened to the books she heard from friends in modern times? How could their stories appear in the books.

For another example, she remembered that this was an abuse article, and the hero was Liang Jian...

Did she remember wrongly?

Meng Tang'an thought about it, and there was only this possibility: Who told her friend to be a serious patient of novels, who would not read for a day, and would be haggard, just forget about it, and would often grab the content of her novels.

She went in from the left ear to the right, and didn't remember much about it.

"Tang'an, grandma will take you to Sun Island today. The scenery there is beautiful, and the water in Tingyuxuan is clear and transparent, and you can see many koi swimming around."

The queen mother took her hand affectionately, like an old child with great interest.

"Okay! Then I'll prepare." Meng Tang'an was very supportive.

"Preparing for what?" The lazy and clear voice came from far to near. The man was tall and handsome, with a red dress, walking against the light, and looked at her with a smile, "Tangtang."

"Xie Xun!" Meng Tangan flew over with the hem of the skirt, the white skirt billowed in the wind like a sea of ​​flowers, cool and gorgeous, with fluttering hair and hair ribbons.

The queen mother stood up and chased Tang An out: "Tang An, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry, Xie Xun can't be pulled away by a wheel!" She sighed involuntarily, she couldn't compare to this huge palace. Was it the last Xubeihou Mansion?

The woman bumped into his arms, and was hugged by someone, calm and powerful, she raised her eyes, the end of her eyes curved upward, "Miss me?"

Xie Xun raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "It's okay."

The corners of Meng Tangan's eyes drooped in a second, the corners of his lips flattened, his smile disappeared, and he pushed him away: "Let's go."

"No, I was wrong." Xie Xun followed her, "Just kidding you, I really miss you."

"Oh, it's late." Meng Tangan walked to the front, playing with the soft wicker in his hands, poked him with the willow branch, and raised his chin.

"Tangtang..."

"Don't call me."

"Looking at the bright moon in the middle of the night, I suddenly became overwhelmed with love, so I tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep at night. Didn't I come to you?" Xie Xun held the other end of the willow branch, lingering lazily, with a youthful tone, It seems to be immersed in sake, not intoxicating, but self-intoxicating, seductive and falling.

"Edit, you continue to edit."

Meng Tang'an walked lazily in front, the hem of her skirt brushed past the side of the path, and there was a touch of green on the branches, talking to him without saying a word.

The morning sun shines brightly, and the moon is half-circle at dusk. After all, it rises in the east and sets in the west, and everything circulates.

The white walls and black tiles in the south of the Yangtze River, the bright yellow glaze in Chang'an, the crisp sounds of nursery rhymes, and the light dancing of actors with their sleeves, each has its own advantages.

The poetry of the world and the distance are in my heart.

The Empress Dowager looked helplessly at the two laughing and bickering people walking on the path, feeling a little headache.

"When these two children come together, it's true that they don't make people feel safe all day long."

"Your servant looks fine." Xia Fu said softly.

"I'm getting old, I can only watch the young people having a lot of fun. It seems that I can't go to Sun Island today."

Sure enough, Xie Xun led Meng Tang'an over and said, "Grandmother, if I don't bring Tangtang home again, she might forget that there is a living person like me at home."

"Whoever forgot who forgot, it's because you didn't come to pick me up." Meng Tang'an put a black pot on Xie Xun's head.

"Me?" Xie Xun pointed at himself in disbelief, like a person sitting at home in a pot of confusion from the sky, "I urged you three times and invited you four times, little ancestor, and I am not like me when I visit the thatched cottage three times!"

Meng Tangan looked at him and opened his hands.

Xie Xun immediately picked her up, and a soft kiss fell on her chin. Her voice was soft: "I will fulfill your three reminders and four requests."

Empress Dowager: "..."

She is really not blind!

Should it be considered that she is still here?

"Hey, Ai's family is going back to the palace, you can figure it out yourself."

Meng Tangan sat in the elegantly decorated carriage with swaying tassels, listening to the sound of horseshoes rattling, crisp and sweet, opened the curtain, and looked at the street scene outside.

Street shops are next to each other, and pedestrians are in a hurry.Looking up, the blue sky and white clouds are clear and clear.

The cloud, which looks like a cute little white rabbit, changed its appearance, and in a moment it turned into a leaping and soaring horse running on the journey.

Meng Tangan leaned on Xie Xun boneless, and said casually, "Does that horse look like yours?"

Xie Xun stared at her carefully several times, and replied in a very affirmative tone: "Xiaobai is not as good-looking as mine."

"..."

Who made you compare like this!
Two blocks away is Hou's Mansion, but the carriage is going straight.

"Why didn't you turn the corner, and the way home went farther and farther?" Meng Tang'an watched helplessly as he missed the intersection.

"Not far ahead is Li Ji. The pastries made by the new chef there are famous, and people from ten miles away come here to buy some to take home." Xie Xun explained, "I'll satisfy your hunger."

Meng Tangan listened, it was a long time since I visited Li Ji.

"What are you talking about? You want to eat very much? No, no, can you control your mouth? It's not worrying at all when you're so big. All right, I will reluctantly accompany you."

Xie Xun: "I thank you."

After buying cakes from Li Ji, Meng Tangan couldn't control his hands and walked all over the long street.

Xie Xun followed behind, carrying her things with all his strength.

He felt that he had become a wonderfully decorated Christmas tree, or the colorful one.

Meng Tangan hung the bag on Xie Xun's shoulder without any hassle: "Young Master, come on."

"Buy it, buy it, anyway, none of it is mine." Xie Xun clicked his tongue, very upset.

"Why not?" Meng Tang'an suddenly approached, "Aren't I yours?"

Xie Xun's heart skipped half a beat.

After returning to Xubeihou's mansion, I saw Zhulan Baishi, green grass, nine winding corridors, and gurgling streams.

Turning around the pavilions and pavilions, following the gravel path, looking up, a hundred trees and peach blossoms are blooming, shining like clouds.

Every March, there are peach blossoms, and people are like rainbows.

When Meng Tangan left the mansion to go to the palace, the peach trees were not in such a grand bloom.

The breeze is coming, and the petals of peach blossoms are fluttering and falling, paving a pink road, winding and affectionate.

"Use a tree full of peach blossoms to call Tangtang back." Xie Xun stood in front of a tree of peach blossoms and smiled alone.

Plant acacia seeds in March in Yangchun, and look forward to the return of Yiren when the flowers bloom in the next year.

Meng Tangan raised his eyes and looked around, the peach blossoms were shining brightly.

During those three years of wandering ignorantly, she planted a peach tree in the mountains, expecting the peach blossoms to bloom, and he planted a Wanzhu tree like him.
She finally spoke.

(End of this chapter)