after marrying the prince

Mei Nongxue didn't know when she came in, she leaned lazily against the door, with her arms around her, one leg arched on the threshold, and the other leg supported her body.

The long hair like splashed ink hangs over his shoulders.

His eyebrows are extremely handsome,

Gu Pan's brilliance is as bright as peach blossoms.

The wide-sleeved toga with tender green buds covers the slender waist, which is very romantic.

Taking advantage of the gap between Lan Xunyu's dry throat and drinking water, he interjected coolly and slightly sourly.

Lan Xunyu coughed, glanced at Mei Nongxue, and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"

Mei Nongxue curled her lips and said, "It's already noon, I'm hungry."

"Aunt Zhang and the others should already be busy cooking in the kitchen."

"It's unpalatable, if you don't want to eat it, you make it for me."

"what?!"

His face was wrinkled and his intestines were green with regret. Before in Love Dream Tower, Mei Nongxue was injured and couldn't eat anything because of the pain. He made some delicate dishes to take care of the injured with the kindness of a doctor's parents.

Who would have thought that he made a fool of this guy and yelled at him to cook every day.

Here it is, still the same.

Standing up helplessly, Lan Xunyu said: "What do you want to eat?"

Mei Nongxue smiled and said, "Anything is fine."

Lan Xunyu rolled his black eyes, and said with a smile: "What kind of dish is it? Preserved vegetables? Ah, Mr. Mei won't put himself in a salt jar to pickle himself, right?"

Mei Nongxue was stunned for a moment, and when she realized that she was being teased, the little fox had already run out of the yard, laughing and said, "Meicai must be delicious, after all, it is beautiful and white. And tender..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

However, the little fox didn't run very far, and was about to be caught. With a kick of his legs, he scrambled to an old poplar tree, sat on the branch, swayed his legs, looked at the people under the tree, and smiled. Said: "Come and catch me."

After walking around the tree twice, Mei Nongxue narrowed her narrow eyes, pinched her chin, took a deep leap, and flew up the tree.

Lan Xunyu stood up calmly and went down.

The two started running around the woods.

The breeze touches the earth like a gentle hand, the sun is bright and warm, the vegetation is affectionate, swaying with the wind, scattering fragrance.

Li Ruiyuan shook the white folding fan lightly in his hand, sat under the flowers, and smiled to Lou Yunmeng beside him: "This young master is full of fun, and he doesn't feel deserted here."

Lou Yunmeng tightly clutched the folding fan in her hand, and said after a long time, "Yes..."

These two people were not familiar with each other, they were not there, they sat together, they had nothing to say, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

But Li Ruiyuan is broad-minded and open-minded. He doesn't reject anyone when he is with him. He is tolerant and gentle, and he is at ease. In addition, he has never been in contact with Lou Yunmeng before, so he can't detect that the person sitting next to him looks strange at the moment. ,nervous.

Before leaving, Li Ruiyuan saw the folding fan in Lou Yunmenglou's hand.

The style of the fan is the same as my own.

Fan paper, fan bone, exactly.

His fan was painted by the famous teacher Qianzi.

Qian Zihua was born in a noble family, unrestrained, disliked being an official, indulged in fan painting, and has a weird temper. The fans he made were hard to find, and he never gave them away easily.

The folding fan in Li Ruiyuan's hand has a white surface and looks like nothing, but it is not wet when placed in the water, and it can also present colorful ink landscapes. Under the sun, silver threads emerge and streamers are overflowing. It is another flip beautiful view.

Out of curiosity, Li Ruiyuan smiled and said, "Can I take a look at the folding fan in your hand?"

Lou Yunlou's eyelashes trembled, as if trying to restrain himself, he handed over the folding fan.

Two fans, exactly the same.

Weird.

Thousand Sons paintings never draw duplicates. Could it be that one of them is a fake?