when will you sprout baby

Xu Changan didn't notice his friend's sudden gaffe, as soon as he approached the small pavilion, his eyes were glued to the messy scroll.

When Ruyi had an accident, in order to coax the heartbroken Xu Daoxuan, An Ziyan gave Xu Daoxuan the collection of Wu Daozi's "87 Immortal Scrolls" and the Yunwen inkstone he won from a bet with Xu Chang'an.

Although Xu Daoxuan is an idler son, he also understands that Wu Daozi's original works are of great value, so he resolutely refuses to accept them.Unexpectedly, An Ziyan made a very regrettable expression on the surface, turned around and threw the "Scroll of Immortals" into Xu Daoxuan's arms, and then ran away like a gust of wind with Dou Taibao.

Xu Daoxuan had no choice but to keep it temporarily.

He originally thought about returning the painting to An Ziyan in a few days, but unexpectedly An Ziyan came to the door first and said that Meng Xian had invited Hanshan Temple.

Bai Yi Meng Xian likes to paint, loves to paint, and has a hobby of painting, which is a well-known thing in Peony Imperial City.

Thinking of the last time outside the prison, Meng Xian refused to calculate Tianyan, and the stubborn and dead-hearted Xu Daoxuan moved his mind again.

"Now that he is recovering soon, he should agree, right?" Thinking in this way, Xu Daoxuan closed the painting box, and silently apologized to An Ziyan in his heart.

Speaking of which, the reason why he was so persistent in asking Meng Xianwei for Ruyi's reckoning was because he always felt that Ruyi had never left.No matter who told him that Ruyi was no longer in this world, and his soul was gone, he would not believe it.

"Ruyi is here, he is by my side, I can feel his presence!"

Xu Daoxuan's father wanted to snatch the sachet from his waist, but he held onto it tightly and cried loudly.

His father had no choice but to feel sorry for the wife who was wiping his tears, and angry at his son who was holding a sachet, so he could only sigh heavily and let him go.

Xu Daoxuan carried the painting box on his back, and took a sachet containing the fragments of Ruyi's clothes, and went out confidently.In order to avoid Xu Changan and An Ziyan, he even pretended to be angry and went to Hanshan Temple alone.

It's just a pity that Meng Xian still refused to agree.

Xu Changan, who was busy picking up the "Scroll of Immortals", suddenly heard a very slight choking sound. He raised his head and saw Xu Daoxuan quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, and then forced himself to act as if nothing had happened.

"What do you think I'm doing? Don't you cherish the painting, why don't you put it away quickly." Xu Daoxuan smiled reluctantly.

Xu Changan pushed the scroll aside, glanced at the tightly packed sachet in Xu Daoxuan's hand, leaned over and asked softly, "Hold it so tightly, what is hidden in the sachet?"

Xu Daoxuan pursed his lips and whispered, "I embroidered the flowers."

The flowers he embroidered were pieces of Ruyi's robe.

I have never been interested in calligraphy and painting, but I rarely carry Wu Daozi's "87 Immortal Scrolls" with me. I love painting to the point that everyone knows it and can calculate Tianyan's Meng Xian, and I first saw the "Immortal Scroll" that was thrown on the ground. , There is something Xu Changan doesn't understand.

He sighed silently, raised his hand and patted the back of Xu Daoxuan's hand twice.

Xu Changan and Xu Daoxuan's small actions naturally cannot escape An Ziyan's eyes.After he lost his mind for a moment because of being amazed by Meng Xian, he returned to his usual personable and unbeatable appearance.

Seeing Xu Daoxuan with red eyes, An Ziyan's heart turned a few times, and finally he chose the latter between the object of his initial crush and the friend he had known since childhood.

On the other side, Meng Xian has already made tea.

The fragrant and light-colored tea soup fell steadily into the celadon teacup with twigs, and the rising steam blurred Meng Xian's eyebrows and eyes, and the invisible mist seemed to form a thin layer of frost on his eyelashes, which made him feel uncomfortable. The whole person looks like a god nine days away, extremely unreachable.

"The tea is ready." Meng Xian pushed the brewed tea over one by one.

The four of them sat in pairs, Meng Xian's light-colored eyes looked directly at An Ziyan's opposite, his pale, thin lips were touched by a thin line of bright red, and his indifferent and unwavering voice slowly swayed into the air.

"Inviting Ziyan here today is really a thank you."

"Meng was wronged and imprisoned in the past, and I am grateful to Meng Ziyan for not giving up." Meng Xian said, holding up the teacup steadily, "To replace wine with tea, Xie Ziyan beat drums to express his grievances."

An Ziyan stopped drinking tea.

On the other side, Meng Lian continued.

"Meng is not talented, so it is a great fortune to have Ziyan treat him like this. If Ziyan has something he can use in the future, just send someone to Meng's residence to talk about it."

After Meng Xian finished speaking, An Ziyan, who was always talkative and chatty, fell into a rare silence.

According to the etiquette, he should politely decline a few words, and then express with great grace that these are nothing more than a trivial matter-he has never been comfortable with this kind of interaction, but now, he can't say anything.

Obviously he went to Xuandemen to play the drums because he was worried about the bet with his friends, but when he came to Menglian's place, it became a great favor that was as light as a penny.

An Ziyan deserves it.

That alone was fine, but he still wanted to ask for a calculation for Xu Dao Xuanxuan.

An Ziyan gave a wry smile, thinking that this is really a dilemma of love and affection.

He tilted the folding fan and knocked on Xu Changan's hand that was trying to stop him, then stood up and gave Meng Xian a big gift: "Ziyan wants to ask Brother Meng for something."

Seeing this, Meng Xian froze in the air as he put the teacup aside, obviously he had already guessed what An Ziyan was going to say.He put the teacup back as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "If Ziyan has something to say, you might as well just say it."

At this time the arrow was already on the line, An Ziyan gritted his teeth, and continued vigorously: "Brother Meng, please find out if Daoxuan's Shutong Ruyi's soul is still in this world."

Meng Xian nodded without any surprise, and said, "Do you want me to count?"

An Ziyan didn't know why, but he didn't dare to look back at Meng Xian. He subconsciously turned his head to avoid Meng Xian's gaze, and said, "I hope Brother Meng will help you."

"That's what I thought about it." Meng Xian took it on his own, "Since you think about it, then I will agree with you."

After finishing speaking, regardless of what kind of fluctuations this rather ambiguous sentence would cause in An Ziyan's heart, he directly stretched out his hand and swiped it in the air. Without much movement, an exquisite and pocket-sized astrolabe appeared in midair.

It was a pure white and flawless astrolabe, round in shape, engraved with countless complex and criss-cross traces of star trails.Xu Changan only took two glances, and felt an unbearable pain in his eyes.

"Birth horoscope." After adjusting the astrolabe, Meng Xian asked.

"It's not time to be ugly in Bingyin month of the Jiazi year." It was a hard-won opportunity, and Xu Daoxuan was afraid that Meng Xian would repent, so he rushed to the door immediately.

After dialing the star track, Meng Xian continued to ask: "The cause of death."

Xu Daoxuan's fingers holding the sachet around his waist suddenly tightened, and after a while, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "I exploded and died."

Meng Xian's finger that was seriously fiddling with Xing Gui stopped. He was just about to say that the death of the body does not need to be counted as the soul, when he saw a strand of white hair hanging by his side slowly moving as if it had a consciousness of its own , meandering across the surface of the astrolabe, pointing straight to Xu Daoxuan's waist.

At the same time, the star tracks on the astrolabe also moved by two squares in an unbiased manner.

"This, is this, isn't it..." Xu Daoxuan stood up when he saw Xing Gui's movement, he pointed to the white astrolabe, as if he had returned to his childhood when he couldn't speak in a blink of an eye.He blinked hard twice, as if blinking away all uncertainties, and then asked in a trembling voice: "Does it mean that Ruyi's soul is still there?"

Meng Xian nodded, and said: "There are still two souls, which are hidden in the sachet on your waist."

"I knew it! I knew Ruyi was still alive!" Xu Daoxuan couldn't help but jumped up, and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug Xu Changan.

When Xu Chang'an was strangled so hard by him, he felt that his internal organs were strangled up to his throat.He thought more than the one-stringed Xu Daoxuan. After pushing away the crying and laughing Xu Daoxuan with all his strength, he turned to Meng Lian and said, "Brother Meng, Ruyi only has two souls in the future, so what will happen?" Can you cultivate the three souls and seven souls?"

Meng Lian lightly wiped his hands, and while collecting the astrolabe, he said: "Find a seed that cannot germinate, put it in the sachet of Mr. Xu San, and let the person who misses him most in the world carry it close to his body until the seed germinates." .”

"Thank you Brother Meng!"

Hearing Meng Xian's words, Xu Daoxuan quickly recovered from his excitement, he jumped out of Xu Chang'an's arms, saluted Meng Xian, then turned and ran away.

Xu Chang'an saw that he was gone in an instant, and asked his servants to catch up with him, turned around to face Meng Xian, and saluted with fists in his hands: "Taiyue thanked Brother Meng for Meng Da, and Brother Meng's great kindness will be remembered in my heart." , in the future, the Da Sima Mansion will be useful, Brother Meng, please don't be too polite."

Meng Xian slightly turned his lower body, avoiding Xu Changan's courtesy, "Young Master Xu is too polite."

Xu Chang'an was worried about Xu Daoxuan who ran away, so he didn't have much courtesy, and after thanking him politely and authentically, he also left in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, only An Ziyan and Meng Xian were left in the quiet pavilion of the mountain temple.

"Aren't you going?"

Meng Xian broke the silence.

An Ziyan pursed his lips several times back and forth, he wanted to tell the truth about beating the drums to appeal for grievances, but felt that the timing was too inappropriate.

But if he continued to hide it, it would appear that he, An Ziyan, was a villain who asked for favors and rewards.

"I—" After hesitating for a long time, An Ziyan finally spoke.

It's a pity that Bai made a lot of effort, and before he finished speaking, Meng Lian interrupted him.

"If Ziyan doesn't leave for now, then Meng has no choice but to go first."

After finishing speaking, Meng Xian immediately stepped out of the small pavilion, his footsteps were hasty, as if he couldn't afford to look at An Ziyan one more time.

Looking at Meng Xian's back, An Ziyan suddenly lost his voice.

"It still annoys him."

With the emergence of this thought, An Ziyan's crow bone fan, which he never left his body, seemed to dim down.

Let's say that after Meng Xian hurried out of the small pavilion, he stopped at a corner of Hanshan Temple.

His already pale face became even more ugly at this moment, the last gleam of blood between his pale lips disappeared without a trace in a moment, his whole body seemed to have been severely injured, his chest heaved violently.

Meng Xian, who was panting against the corner of the mountain temple, endured it, but he couldn't hold it back after all, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood with a strange aroma fell on the bluestone path, attracting several wild cats in an instant.

Meng Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he raised his head, he just met the eyes of An Ziyan who was chasing him.

***

On the other side, Xu Changan chased Xu Daoxuan down the mountain in one breath, and then chased him to the gate of the Huichun Bureau. Before he could take a breath, Xu Daoxuan, who came out with the seeds, started running towards the east of the imperial city again.

Xu Changan was barely able to keep up with his back at first, but then he couldn't run anymore, so he had to order his servants to follow, and walked slowly behind.

Walking to the intersection of the East and West of the Imperial City, Xu Changan met Qi Shan, the teacher he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Where are you going, sir?" Xu Changan asked after the executive student Zili said hello.

Mr. Qishan with a mustache smiled gently, avoiding a direct answer: "Walk casually."

Xu Chang'an was only polite, seeing Qi Shan didn't say anything, so he wisely didn't ask any more questions.

After talking about the parallel prose for a few words, Xu Changan apologized and left.

After he left, Qi Shan, who had been smiling all the time, seemed to be a different person suddenly.

Black devilish energy flashed through Qi Shan's eyes, and he showed a greedy and distorted expression towards the back of Xu Chang'an who was going away.

And when Xu Changan returned to the mansion, the long overdue night finally arrived.