Chapter 149: It's Still Here
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"I'm afraid that Miss will be hungry! In the barren mountains and mountains, where can I drink goat's milk, I still prepare it in advance. Zique ignored Zimian's stunned eyes, pulled the two gourds, and stuffed his hands and feet neatly into the carriage at the door.
"Bring so much goat's milk! It's enough for the lady to drink for a few days on weekdays. Compared with Zique's ignorance, Zimian didn't care, but made a grimace at Zique's back. Turned around and ran to the house, stretched out his hand to open the bead curtain of the South Warm Temple, looked at it for a long time, and then walked in and confirmed it a few times. "Mother-in-law...... Miss is gone!"
Zimian ran out in a panic, leaving only the delicate bodhi seeds of the Nannuan Hall swinging back and forth and elegantly, and the sound of crackling was crisp and beautiful, like beads with broken threads sprinkled on a silver plate. Zimian trotted to find the medicine mother-in-law, and her mood was restless like a bead curtain just now.
"Miss!" Miss...... "Zimian shouted by pulling her neck, very anxious.
"It's not a worry-free one!uh...... Had a good night's sleep, it turned out that this plane tree was so comfortable!" Ran Zi sighed again and again, pulling his muscles and bones comfortably, and turned refreshed.
Zimian shouted, Ran Ziwan looked at it and quickly sat up, but she had no intention of jumping off the tree, the reason why she answered was because she didn't want her good mood to be disturbed early in the morning. "I'm here!"
"Little, miss, why are you in the tree?" Zimian looked at Ran Ziwan on the tree in surprise, turned to look at the warm bed in the Nannuan Palace, and was puzzled.
"It's not early, why did you go to the tree to play in the early morning?"
"Mother-in-law, the master was in the ...... tree last night" Zimian was surprised by the reaction of the mother-in-law, and the young lady slept on the tree all night. It must be a cold, but yesterday the pavilion said that Miss Huayan Wenxuan was still injured. With such an expressionless medicine mother-in-law, Zimian didn't believe her eyes a little.
"What are you talking about? Zimian!" Ran Ziwan glared threateningly, she didn't want to talk about herself endlessly, she had to listen obediently!
"I ......" the purple cotton knotted and stopped talking.
"What can the cotton girl say? It's not that she and Zique were angry last night. Granny Yao bypassed the purple cotton and took a sachet and stuffed it under the sycamore tree. "Haven't you had enough fun? Morning frost and dew, come down quickly!"
"Come down now, huh...... Purple cotton ...... This will be a pearl flower for you!" Ran Ziwan picked a fresh young leaf from a plane tree, turned around and jumped down.
"Miss?" Zimian watched as Ran Ziwan personally inserted that delicate young leaf in her hair for herself. Last night, Zique blamed Zimian for not seeing him for a few days, and he told everything that happened at the flower banquet. looked at the master who was still a little vague at this time, Zi Mian, and his nose was sour.
"Evening, come and bring this. It is said that the deer plain...... Anyway, it's worth it!" the medicine woman stretched out her hand and familiarly stuffed the purse into Ran Ziwan's waist.
"It smells so good......! It's full of medicinal incense!" As soon as he turned around, Ran Ziwan reached out and pulled the purse out of his waist and sniffed it. The smell is really good, and there are two big characters embroidered on the purse: peace!
"Mother-in-law, are you going to go up the mountain with Wan'er today?" Ran Ziwan returned to Nannuan, and after washing, he began to eat the food on the table, and asked without looking back.
"Originally, I was going to go with the evening, but yesterday and a half moon, it happened to be the best time for the medicine to enter the medicine, and today the mother-in-law went up the mountain to pick some ......" The medicine woman stroked the green silk of Ran Zi's late love, and her eyes were full of worry.
"This ...... Zimian, called the spirit, followed her mother-in-law to the mountain. Mother-in-law is getting old!" Ran Ziwan admonished, and walked out of the inner courtyard.
"Ziwan County Lord, please go to the king!" is the shadow beside Xuan Ge!
He ...... No need!" Ran Ziwan bypassed the shadow in front of him, he didn't choose a ...... No one can hold themselves back anymore.
"And the young lord said, If anything happens to you...... He ...... Exhaustion...... It's not a pity to cultivate all your life!" Secretly lowered his head and repeated Xuan Ge's sigh that night.
That evil young man was invited with his life.
Ran Ziwan closed his eyes, glanced at the song words on Wang Yin, and knew that this was a special car for Xuan Ge. Then he took a step forward and turned to Wang Yuan behind the shadow, and couldn't help but think of the way the man was leaning against the car.
"The king of the little prince Xuanxiao is said to be the car of the imperial capital city and the emperor this time. This little Wang is really fortunate to have three lives!" "The young man has not yet arrived, and his voice has been getting closer and closer.
"If you have the ability, you will come up!" It was the young man who was driven to the stable by himself yesterday, Ran Zi closed his eyes at night, and he really didn't sleep well last night...... Very tired.
"This is coming!" At the moment when Wang Yuan's curtain was lifted, only one after another palm wind was heard, followed by the young man's bitter wail: "Such a spacious carriage does not let this prince sit, it is really ...... You are dressed in black and have a black face, and your master has a black heart and black lungs!"
This sentence said that Ran Ziwan's heart went to it, and he couldn't help but laugh. Xuan Ge is indeed black-hearted and black-lunged, and the one who drove outside Wang Yuan was indeed black-clothed and black-faced.
"Miss, who is that person!" Zique saw that Ran Ziwan closed his eyes, and underestimated it in his heart for a long time, but he couldn't hold it back, so he asked.
"Fight the demon king of the mixed world from the south!" Ran Ziwan's phoenix eyes closed lightly, and he opened his mouth faintly.
"It's weird, yesterday...... The slave maid was preparing food for the young lady in the dining room, and there was a silver-faced young man ......" Zique muttered quietly.
"Silver-faced boy?" Ran Ziwan opened his eyes, remembering that the taste of what he ate yesterday was different from usual. “”
"He wears a silver mask with flowing clouds carved into it...... He is like a son of a family, and he is very romantic! and he also makes a good dish......" Zique pouted, muttering the few words in his head, thinking about how to explain that person to his young lady!
"Liuyun?" Ran Ziwan frowned. "In the mountains and rivers covered by the stars, in the vast sea of clouds!
"Miss, who do you say that person is!" Zique was cautious, his brows furrowed. "Between the clouds?"
"I'll know it slowly!" Ran Ziwan closed his eyes and recuperated.
Zhulu Yuan is to hold a flower banquet martial arts test, and the imperial driver will also come to Zhulu Plain, so as early as last night's curfew contact, both sides of Taifu Street, where the royal car must pass, are full of royal forest troops. Although it was still crowded at this time, the carriages on the street walked, one car after another, and each door and house were in order. Compared to the day of the literary exam, it is really much better.
Under the gate of the imperial capital, the Imperial Forest Army was conducting a strict investigation, and the people who accompanied the banquet were searched one by one. On the other side, all the people who joined in the excitement were surrounded on the periphery of the Zhulu Plain, which was very far away from the curtain of the Zhulu Yuan Flower Banquet and Martial Arts Test. (To be continued.) )