After the great disaster, everything seemed to have returned to peace. The dusk stream was like the past, and it was practiced at the first time of Mao and stopped at the end of the afternoon.

Since taking over, Cheng Xiaorou still went to Meifeng School to take her junior sisters to practice every day. After noon, she stayed in her room and meditated all afternoon. Except for the morning meetings that Muxi once every half month, Tang Siyan could hardly see her. Even if she saw her, she felt that she was always deliberately distant and distance. What was wrong?

Tang Siyan came to Meifeng again, Cheng Xiaorou and Ruqin walked past him, and turned a blind eye to his attentive greeting: "Senior sister, teacher..."

Ji Nuan slapped his shoulder and smiled and said, "Why are you here again? Didn't you say you should practice well? Two more months have passed, how about it, have you formed a elixir?"

"Oh, don't mention it! Senior sister is like a different person now. We haven't said a word since she took over. I always feel that she is deliberately avoiding me. Without the offering of love, how can I concentrate on practicing! Cultivate elixir? I have no hope in this life!"

Tang Siyan sat on the ground in anger. He thought that his relationship with his senior sister had gradually become clear, but now it seems that he is gradually drifting away. It is really a needle in the bottom of a woman's heart!

Ji Nuan immediately sat aside: "Tang Siyan, look at your promising prospects, you have never thought of your senior sister like this. Perhaps it is because you are Tang Shihai's son. I heard that the Lord Tang and Lord Yu Dao were determined to compete with each other and compare Mu Xi. The Senior Sister deliberately alienated you, maybe she didn't want you to be in the middle and make a dilemma!"

"Damn, I'm not Tang Shihai's son. I'm just making things difficult for me. I just want to stay by my senior sister's side and be a pair of fairy couples with her."

Tang Siyan showed an expectant look, and Ji Nuan knocked over a chestnut: "Wake up! What dreams do you have in broad daylight? Always thinking about eating swan meat, don't you know that the filial piety period is three years? Three years, you should just be more at ease!"

"So you and Song Wangchen plan to stay mourning for three years and not get married?"

For two months, Ji Nuan and Song Wangchen have been staying in Muxi, and they mostly met in the afternoon or at night. But strangely, Song Wangchen never mentioned going down the mountain and getting married again. Is it because of filial piety or is it really a hidden disease?

"Hey, what are you thinking? I have called you several times, why don't you respond to me?" Tang Siyan reached out and shook in front of Ji Nuan's eyes. What a magical way to go in broad daylight!

"Tang Siyan, do you think Song Wangchen will have any hidden illness, or have any trauma when he was a child? He..."

Ji Nuan wanted to speak but stopped. Could it be that Song Wangchen always kissed her and never did that kind of thing?

"What's wrong with him? Couldn't that be?"

"Well," Ji Nuan responded inadvertently. Seeing Tang Siyan smiling with a despicable look on his face, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, "Bah, what were you saying? We didn't have it at all, nothing... In short, it's not as dirty as you think."

"So! In my opinion, there are two possibilities. Either he is not good at that, or you are too poor in shape and he is not interested. In my opinion, the latter has a greater chance!"

"Okay, you! I'm hurting me by turning around. Have you not hit you for a long time? I need to clean up?"

Seeing Tang Siyan's look of slutty, Ji Nuan slapped him suddenly. Unexpectedly, Tang Siyan grabbed her hand, and she couldn't reach it. The two of them were laughing and playing, like a little couple.

"What are you doing?"

Song Wangchen's face was as frost and his eyes were as cold as snow. Tang Siyan was so excited that he left: "Senior brother, please chat slowly, I'll leave in advance." He immediately got up and ran faster than the rabbit.

Coward, no loyalty, run away whenever you encounter something, despise you! Ji Nuan couldn't help but curse in her heart, play

He hugged Song Wangchen's arm with a smile: "Wangchen, are you looking for me if you have something to do?"

Song Wangchen still had a stern face: "Can't you come if you're fine?"

Every time you can be so unscrupulous and unrestrained in front of Tang Siyan, you have to be careful in front of me. Why?

Ji Nuan: "Ah? Do you know I don't mean that. Are you jealous again? Because of Tang Siyan?"

Seeing Ji Nuan's shameless laughter, Song Wangchen was a little similar to Tang Siyan. Sure enough, the one who was close to the ink was black: "Stay away from him in the future."

"Oh, okay!"

Satisfy your possessiveness, otherwise the vinegar smell will make the whole Muxi sour.

Song Wangchen: "We will go down the mountain tomorrow."

"Oh, ah? Going down the mountain, are you saying you won't stay in Muxi?"

"Well, I already know that I know Junior Sister, you pack up your things and leave tomorrow!"

Is it true? Xiaorou is now the head of the sect, shouldn’t she report? She is still so anxious and has no preparation at all. Are you going to go to the world now? She was inexplicably a little excited!

Seeing her scratching her head in confusion, Song Wangchen finally showed her face: "What? Don't you want to go down the mountain?"

"No, I'm afraid that leaving now will make you bear the infatuation of infidelity and injustice. After all, people's words are terrifying!"

The rumors of the senior brothers were still wandering in their ears that day. When they left at this time, they were inevitably pointed at them from behind. How could I bear to let it go?

"It's okay, I don't care!" Song Wangchen turned around and left after he said that, Ji Nuan didn't even have a chance to object.

The next morning, Ji Nuan reported to Cheng Xiaorou, but Cheng Xiaorou disappeared early. When she was about to go to the school to find her, Song Wangchen had already arrived.

"Let's go!"

"Ah? I haven't said goodbye to my senior sister yet! Did you just leave like this?"

"I have already told her that she has agreed, let's go!" Song Wangchen held her hand without saying a word and left quickly.

Why do you think something is wrong? Isn’t it just going down the mountain? Why are you so anxious and say what’s wrong? Ji Nuan is full of questions, but when she saw Song Wangchen’s cold face without any waves, she swallowed back what she wanted to say.

This is the first time that the two of them ride a sword together. Ji Nuan was embraced by Song Wangchen, and a happy smile appeared on her face. Every time she went down the mountain, she was purposeful and had never enjoyed the scenery along the way. It was August, and it was the season when osmanthus flowers were in full bloom. The green was covered with snow and whiteness, and a faint fragrance was radiant in the air, refreshing and making people feel good.

I remembered that I had been to Muxi for more than a year without realizing it. I had always had a tense look, for fear that one step would hurt Song Wangchen's reputation. This was the first time I was so relaxed. At that time, I thought about going back to modern times all day long. Now, I am addicted to it.

Ji Nuan was thinking, and Song Wangchen's soft call came from his ears: "Xiao Nuan, it's here!"

Arrival, so fast? Where is this, Muxi Town?

"Let's go, take you to see something!" Song Wangchen pulled Ji Nuan into the Yipin Pavilion while he was talking.

Ji Nuan looked at the Muxi school uniform and Yipinge on her body. Are you going to take me to buy clothes? Do you think I don’t look good?

"Young Master, the clothes you want have been made, oh, this is Mrs. Zun! He is as beautiful as a fairy, and he is really a perfect match with you!"

Listening to the boss's flattering words, Ji Nuan began to blush again, Mrs. Zun, this...?

"Thank you!" Song Wangchen put down some silver and collected the bag.

He entered the Qiankun bag and pulled Ji Nuan and walked out directly.

Ji Nuan: "Why don't you explain?"

Song Wangchen: "What are you explaining?"

What to explain? The boss thought we were married just now, shouldn't we explain it? Forget it, Song Wangchen's temperament is simply disdainful of doing such things, but what kind of clothes are in the bag, is his?

"Wangchen, did you buy new clothes just now? Why don't you try to change them?"

“It’s not suitable to wear it now!”

Not suitable? Is it pajamas? Bah, what do you think? Where were pajamas in ancient times? What kind of clothes were they? It was really strange and mysterious.

"Then where are we going now?"

"Mazhuang!"

Mazhuang is Muxi's industry. It's a bit exaggerated to talk about the industry. In fact, it's just a manor where Muxi disciples transfer to fast horses when they go out. Ji Nuan has been here several times, but every time he always takes the horse and leaves quickly. He has never had any social interaction with the people inside. What did Song Wangchen come to Mazhuang for? He is not rushing to go.

Song Wangchen rode a tall brown horse and reached into the air: "Come up!"

Ji Nuan put his hand on his palm, jumped and sat in front of him, riding a sword and riding a horse together, suddenly feeling full of happiness.

Song Wangchen held her waist with both hands and held the stiff rope tightly. Seeing Ji Nuan smiling with her eyebrows and eyes, she smiled unconsciously.

…………

Isn’t this Qinzhou? Why did you bring me to the bamboo house? Retreat? No!

"Down!" Song Wangchen had already got off the horse first, tied the horse rope to the already withered plum tree, and raised his hand to hold Ji Nuan to dismount.

Looking at the smile in the other person's eyes, Ji Nuan felt a little panicked. Why did she always feel something was wrong? Oh! No matter what, it wouldn't be a bad thing!

Just as she was confused, Song Wangchen pulled her hand and Ji Nuan fell into his arms.

Staring at Song Wangchen's handsome outline and smelling the unique sandalwood fragrance on his body, Ji Nuan's heart began to float again. The bamboo house, the lonely man and the widow, it would not be...

Every time Song Wangchen took a step, Ji Nuan's heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to pop out from the corner of her mouth. A red glow had already covered her entire pretty face, and even her body began to tremble slightly. It was so fatal, so it was so fatal. He was hugged so many times, why couldn't he calm down this time?

Until Song Wangchen pushed open the door, a faint fragrance plunged into his nose, and he couldn't help but look at it sideways when he was confused. Wow, this is it!

I saw that the originally simple bamboo house was covered with all kinds of flowers, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and white, everything was red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and white. What was he going to do? Why did he suddenly become so romantic? Where did he get so many different varieties and colors of flowers this season?

Seeing the joy on Ji Nuan's face, Song Wangchen secretly thanked that she must have liked all this. For some reason, she always had the same dream recently. In the dream, he and Ji Nuan got married in a sea of ​​flowers. Although there was no word, they could feel full of happiness.

After working hard for two months, I hope to collect flowers of all colors. After all, it is only once in my life, and he hopes that Ji Nuan will not leave any regrets.

Gently put Ji Nuan down, and took her little hand and walked forward slowly.

In front of me, in addition to all kinds of flowers, there was also a red color. The wooden table was cleaned spotlessly, the bedding on the bed had already turned bright red, and there was a big character 四 on the walls and windows. Ji Nuan immediately covered her mouth in surprise. This was the rhythm of getting married!
Chapter completed!