Envy

Meng Tou still closed his eyes and leaned on the carved chair: "What do you want?"

"Yanxia Order."

Meng Tou opened his eyes, put one hand on the crosspiece of the wooden chair, faced him and said, "This won't work."

"Then, you stay in Xiqi Palace, be my face-to-face, and stay by my side forever."

Meng Tou looked into his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his heart sank, he suddenly got up and walked out the door.

Yan Zhaohan copied his hand behind his back and said leisurely: "Young Master Meng doesn't seem to have any sincerity. Didn't he want to save your brother?"

Meng Tou faltered and stopped.He clenched his fist, and when he was determined to go out, Yan Zhaohan flicked his sleeves, and the two pear-blossom wooden doors closed from the outside.Meng Tou stood there indifferently, looking at the light shining through the pores of the paper.

Yan Zhaohan hugged his waist from behind him, leaned on his back, and said softly, "Are you annoyed? I never said I wouldn't help you save him."

"I've been dreaming about you lately. I think, I miss you. The palace monster is deserted. When Xue Ye is rescued, you can stay with me for a few days, okay?"

Yan Zhaohan spoke softly.

When Meng Tou heard the phrase "I miss you", he abandoned his troops and dragged his armor, and was defeated.Yan Zhaohan had never said such a thing to him frankly in all these years.He gently took off the hand clasped around his waist, held it, looked at Yan Zhaohan and said, "It's not too late, let's go to Menghua Palace immediately."

So Yan Zhaohan asked the attendant to pack up some of the clothes that he carried with him, and gave Lingyan a few instructions to entrust her with the things in the door, and then followed Meng Tou down the mountain through the wind and snow.

Holding an umbrella, Lingzhi sent them out of the palace, and stood on the stone steps to watch them go down the mountain.The stone steps are covered with snow and trampled snow.The mountains are endlessly pale, and the winter wind whizzes past with snowflakes.Shao Jun in a gray cloak and Meng Tou in a red-pattern brocade robe were walking in tandem at first, but then they got closer and closer.

Meng Tou was afraid that he would fall, so he helped him down the stairs.

Lingzhi thought, Shaojun seemed to be invincible as long as he met Meng Tou.

Xiqiu Palace is not his home, he does not need the company of any servants, nor does he need her by his side.

It was the first time that Meng Tou took him away from Xiqie Palace, just like what he often dreamed about when he was young.Although he was no longer afraid of any shackles at this time, when he left the mountain, he was still emotional.He killed his master, his fellow disciples, and almost killed himself.

Meng Tou took his hand, and found that his hand became cold as soon as he stepped out of the palace, so he warmed his hand with his own.

Meng Tou breathed out when he spoke, wrapped his hands in a pair of wide palms, rubbed them a few times, held them to his lips, breathed out, and asked, "Have you brought a hand stove?"

Yan Zhaohan shook his head.

When the carriage arrived in the town, Meng Tou asked his disciples to stop.I got out of the carriage and walked for a while. After a while, I opened the curtain and came back with a burst of air-conditioning, holding a small hand stove in my arms and an oil paper bag in my hand.

Meng Tou sat down in a corner.The carriage wobbled away again.

Meng Tou gave him the hand stove, which was wrapped with a layer of cotton cloth painted with plum blossoms in moonlight, and he took it, feeling that the hand stove was still hot, and it had already been filled with charcoal.There were several crystal cakes wrapped in oil paper, Meng Tou unfolded them and handed them to him, Yan Zhaohan didn't like sweets, so he reluctantly ate half of them.

Meng Tou knew that he didn't like sweet cakes, but they were too sweet. Seeing him frowning slightly, he smiled and rubbed his hair. He didn't dislike that he had bitten it, and took the half of it. Throw a piece of crystal cake into your mouth.

After that, Meng Tou wanted to sleep against the wall of the car for a while, but Ke Yan Zhaohan leaned against the other side of the car wall so that Meng Tou could lie down and sleep with his legs on his head.

Meng Tou was really sleepy and fell asleep soon.

Yan Zhaohan studied his face.I've never seen him look so tired.His face was sharp-edged, there was a layer of light blue under his eyes, and his lips were a little chapped.Breathing is steady.

Yan Zhaohan took out a thick velvet cloak from his luggage, and gently covered Meng Tou, leaning against the wall of the car, and gradually fell asleep.

They arrived at Fengyang Menghua Palace in the afternoon of the fourth day.The sun shines on the half-melted snow in the mountains.Menghua Palace stands on the hillside of Ayan Mountain.There is a stone monument in front of the palace gate.Inscribed on the stele are the origin of the name of Ayan Mountain and the establishment of Menghua Palace.

There is a plaque above the gate of the palace, inscribed with the words "A Dream of Fanghua".

Meng Tou looked at the word, stroked his chin and said, "These four words...why do they look so...um..."

"Are you trying to say that the words are not good-looking?"

Meng Tou couldn't put it into words, and finally nodded, thinking that it was almost the same.These few characters are less organized and crooked, more like the scribbles of the inscriber, and it is not good-looking to put them there.

"This is my master's name." Yan Zhaohan pulled the bronze knocker and knocked on the door a few times.

Then a maid came to open the door.Yan Zhaohan asked her to go in and make an announcement, and he said that it was Yan Zhaohan from Xiqiong.

After the maid left, Yan Zhaohan continued to talk to Meng Tou: "Don't you know that my master Li Hua Zhenjun had a good relationship with Menghua Patriarch. Patriarch Menghua built a palace in Ayan Mountain, and my master wrote this for her. Four words."

"To be honest, my master hasn't read the sage books for a few years. He just knows a few words and memorized those cultivation classics. At that time, he wrote these four words without any special meaning. The artistic conception of "Hua" is quite wonderful, and it also contains the word "Menghua". Unexpectedly, this "Fanghua" is really just a fleeting dream."

When Meng Touzha heard this sentence, he still couldn't understand Yan Zhaohan's deep meaning. He didn't understand until he was led by the maids of Menghua Palace to the front hall and met Patriarch Menghua. What is Fanghua Dream? Beauty is old.

Patriarch Menghua was sitting on a high seat, holding a porcelain jug of wine.The porcelain pot is beautiful, with a few peach blossoms painted on it.Her ten fingers are painted with scarlet Kodan.Fingers are skinny, and people are skinny.Her aging face was covered with white powder and heavy makeup.Only the long hair is still black and shiny, and the eyes are still bright and energetic.

What impressed Meng Tou the most was that when she saw Yan Zhaohan approaching the hall, her eyes would light up.She put down the porcelain wine bottle and stood up tremblingly. The handsome young men on both sides came forward and helped her walk down several jade steps.

Patriarch Menghua said: "Oh my nephew Zhaohan, why are you here today..."

She stretched out her hands and approached Yan Zhaohan, as if she wanted to touch him.Before she approached, Meng Tou stood in front of Yan Zhaohan calmly, cupped his fists at Patriarch Menghua and said, "Your junior has met Patriarch, Menghua respects Master and is polite."

Patriarch Menghua looked at him, was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and asked, "Who are you, I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Meng Tou said neither humble nor overbearing: "Meng Tou, my junior. I was lucky enough to meet Master when Shaojun held the Junyi sacrifice many years ago."

Patriarch Menghua looked at him for a while, her eyes became brighter, she smiled and said, "Oh, I remember. I remember who it is."