With the snow lion by her side every day, Gillian always feels that time flies very quickly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoShe recited the Book of Mountains and Seas and the Book of Poetry to it, braided its long hair as pure white as snow, and walked around the palace together to explore its new home. The day passed quickly, day after day. Inadvertently, it entered the late spring and early summer of May, and the flowers were all blooming.

Gillian is writing by the window, and the snow lion is running around the yard. Xiao Dongzi stared at it intently, but it didn't realize it, and Sa Huihuan ran to the window and screamed. It's not as high as a window, and every time it's so anxious that if Gillian ignores it, it should run in a circle.

Gillian had to stop her pen and lean out to look at it. When it saw Gillian with a pair of talking eyes, it was as if Yingying was laughing and ran away satisfied, waiting to come back to her later.

For it to be so crooked, Gillian is very patient. She often wondered if she was still a pony when she left her mother, and she was very scared in a strange environment, and she took her as a mother.

She picked up the pen on the desk and finished writing a pair of words.

After writing the last stroke, she got up and walked out of the study, turned out of the side hall, and walked out into the courtyard. The snow lion ran like a white lightning bolt, and Gillian always thought that it was a dog and a horse. Squatting down and touching it, it went to the yard again.

The courtyard in front of the dormitory is as big as the government square that Gillian used to go to in her previous life, and it is enough to run it. Even so, every afternoon he had to take him out of the temple and walk around to make it run refreshed.

After the white lion comfortably accepted the owner's touch, he ran away again. Xiao Dongzi waited for it to run around tired and panting, and Gillian told him not to be so careful. The snow lion is psychic and will not run out of the Jiaofang Palace.

He said yes on his face, but still looked at it closely. Afraid that something would happen to the snow lion, Haitang said that the two yellow doors that gave him a hand, basically Xiao Dongzi had no place to use them, because he didn't worry about asking them to serve the snow lion.

Gillian called for the removal of the two yellow gates, the snow lion is smaller than the usual pony, and the temperament is docile, Xiao Dongzi can take care of it alone.

Because Gillian dotes on the white lion, Xiao Dongzi, who raises the white lion, has also vaguely become a celebrity around her. This child is obedient and honest, for fear that he will not be able to take care of the white lion.

Gillian saw that he had become a slave at a young age, strange and pitiful, when such a big child in ordinary families was favored by his parents, he was already serving the horse. Gillian is no longer the Virgin, and she can't bear to see him like this, and she usually tells Begonia to give him meat twice a day, and makes a few more sets of clothes for him when he grows up.

asked if Yang Deyi was uncomfortable in Xiao Dongzi again, Haitang smiled mysteriously, and paused for a while before telling her that Yang Deyi had just recently harvested Xiao Dongzi as an apprentice.

Gillian also laughed, this Yang is proud, Sifu has been concentrating on fiddling with flowers and plants since he came, and he does not compete with him. Xiao Dongzi raised a snow lion, and it was inevitable that he would be by her side every day, so he accepted Xiao Dongzi as an apprentice.

Yang Deyi has also read some books very much, and he has been keeping books in his hand recently. Haitang said that he often can't even sleep with bamboo slips in his house, and now the conversation room is getting more and more level. Liu Che also praised him once and said that it was a pity to be a yellow gate, shouldn't anyone who has a little culture in ancient times be a little high?

Why are you still like the ordinary yellow door for fear of being squeezed down by others?

Maybe it's because I haven't lived at the bottom in my two lives, and I once watched a TV series and forgot the name. But the plot is roughly that the heroine pursues love and freedom, and grandma said with disdain that she is lucky to survive in the era when the two of them gnaw on the bark? What kind of love are you pursuing?

Although Gillian always thinks that people should have a little pursuit, it is undeniable that her grandmother's words gave her a great impact. The environment often determines your height, if she was born a slave in the Han Dynasty, she might have died if she didn't take human life seriously.

She stood in front of the bamboo forest, which had already smoked new leaves, and the wind blew the hem of her skirt. Quietly and gently look at the snow lions and marshmallow-like clouds.

The sun shone on her fair face, and the steps in her hair swayed and the wind swayed gently.

As soon as Yulan brought out the chair cushion for her and put it down in the shade of the bamboo forest, the wooden pen came in and replied that the lord of the requisition was here, and he was waiting in the outer hall.

Liu Zhengchen recently ran to Jiaofang Hall every day to ask her about the news of her father and princess, and was afraid that her brother the prince of Jiangdu would also follow him to Chang'an.

Gillian called the wooden pen to let the recruiter in, and when the snow lion saw that she was leaving, the wind swept in front of her. It's obviously a little short leg, but it's still so fast.

Liu Zhengchen soon came in, and she saluted. When he went up, he hugged the snow lion and asked, "Did you miss me?" The snow lion spat out a warm breath and rubbed against her. She was happy and said to Gillian: "Niangniang, the snow lion is really smart. ”

That's natural, but be humble.

Liu Zhengchen couldn't walk when he saw it for the first time, and said it was too cute. I have seen the fruit off the horse, but I have never seen such a humane fruit off the horse, and it is still a solid color. But she can't be rare, and she won't leave until Liu Che comes back soon.

In the future, every time I came to Jiaofang Palace, I always had a meeting with it, and Gillian looked at her and took the initiative to say without waiting for her to ask the latter words: "The report that just arrived in the morning said that your father and the princess have already left with the dowry." I should have written to you too, but how can I have the speed of the court. ”

Liu Zhengchen's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked again. Gillian said one step ahead of her: "If your brother doesn't come, he will stay in Jiangduguo." "If Liu Zhengchen still had the idea of burning with Liu Jianyu before, it was also in despair.

Who wouldn't want to live towards the sun?

Her smile suddenly brightened, and she suddenly respectfully gave Gillian a big gift that could only be used by sacrificing ancestors. She prostrate on the ground, put her hands on her forehead, and said in a choked voice: "Niangniang's great grace, the envoy is unforgettable." ”

Gillian went to pull her, but she insisted on refusing to get up. Said sourly: "If there is no Niangniang, the requisition may have died." ”

Liu Zhengchen has lived in the palace for more than half a year and is already her best friend. It was strange to see her like this, and persuaded her: "Get up, Zhengchen." Your father and the king will go to Beijing in half a month at most, and you will get married in half a month. Crying, it's not good, you should laugh, laughing is auspicious. ”

The snow lion curiously lowered its head to look at Liu Zhengchen who was kneeling on the ground, and its warm breath was spit on Liu Zhengchen's neck, itchy and uncomfortable. She looked up, and the pony reached over and rubbed her against her, as if to comfort her.

Liu Zhengchen burst into tears and laughed, and said to Gillian: "Niangniang, the snow lion will comfort people." ”

Yulan and Begonia, who were guarding the outer hall, seemed to cry when they heard the inside of the house for a while, and seemed to laugh for a while. The two of them were confused, but neither of them spoke.

Whenever Liu Zhengchen came, Niangniang would always wave away those who were waiting. What is it that they can't say the most trusted? They are curious, but only curious. Yulan once heard a female official in the palace say that it is no good to know too much.

Therefore, when Liu Zhengchen, who was obviously red-eyed, asked Niang Niang to send it out, they all pretended not to see it. and sent the owner away as usual, and no one would ask the owner why are you crying?

Regardless of whether Haitang didn't know, even Liu Che and Gillian didn't mention a word.

When Liu Zhengchen received the letter from home and came to Jiaofang Hall again, Gillian was playing with zongzi in the side hall. There is a long case in the side hall, and the table is full of white leaves, corn, red dates and meat filling. Gillian is personally wrapping it, as for the lively and naughty snow lion is eating cooked peas in a silver basin on the mat not far away, this is the essence that can only be eaten by military horses, and the snow lion naturally loves it very much.

Seeing Liu Zhengchen coming in, Gillian smiled and said: "It's a mess today, don't salute, wash your hands and come to make dumplings." ”

Yulan had already brought the water and towels for cleaning her hands, and Liu Zhengchen washed and dried them in a good way before coming up to wrap them. She is worse than Gillian's hands-on ability, and the first one to pack out is simply miserable, and Gillian called for this to be marked.

But he can't resist Liu Zhengchen's high understanding, and he has covered a few good ones, and he looks decent. She asked Gillian while wrapping it: "Niangniang, why do you think of making dumplings?" ”

The current Dragon Boat Festival does not have the meaning of commemorating Qu Yuan, but because the Han Dynasty people believed that May was an evil month, and the fifth day of the fifth month of May was more evil than evil, just like Chinese New Year's Eve firecrackers I heard that it was originally to scare a monster called Nian.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, it is necessary to bathe in bluegrass soup and remove poison and bad luck. Then the emperor gave the hundred officials a spoon representing blessings, which was called the Dragon Boat Festival. So Qu Yuan wrote in "Nine Songs? "Yunzhongjun" said: "Yulan soup is full of flowers, and the clothes are beautiful." This way of celebrating the festival is also very good, but Gillian still feels uncomfortable not eating zongzi.

Asked Shaofu to send zongzi, or wrapped millet with mushroom leaves into a horn-shaped shape, and then sealed the baked rice dumplings with bamboo tubes. Yes, the sweet dumpling party and the salty dumpling party can not compete for the high and low, anyway, there is none.

But in the afternoon, the craftsman sent Gillian a hot pot that she had forgotten, and she was immediately persuaded by her creativity. If you don't have it, you will create it, and don't you make zongzi?

Sweet and salty!

After wrapping and cooking, Gillian happily ate a few, and happily thought that this was the Dragon Boat Festival. By the way, the Dragon Boat Festival was called Duanwu in the Han Dynasty, and it was the fifth day of the beginning of May. Liu Zhengchen also said that it was delicious, that is, the snow lion ate a sweet zongzi.

Zongzi eats too much and doesn't digest it, so no matter how coquettish it is, it won't be given. asked Xiao Dongzi to give it a handful of tender grass and half a pot of honey water, and it immediately forgot about the sweet zongzi and made the whole hall laugh.

The sweet smell of this zongzi was still permeating until Liu Che came back at dinner, and when he asked Liu Che to come back to change clothes, he asked her what it was?

Gillian smiled and brought a plate of triangular zongzi, untied the string and handed him one, explaining that this was his improved version of the tube zongzi, and it was now called zongzi.

The slippery Q wild rice is filled with meat, and when you taste it, it's hard to restrain. Later, Gillian said that it was better not to digest and eat less, so she put down the last one and didn't eat. After eating so much, there was naturally not much need for dinner, and the hot pot prepared by Gillian was pushed back. (To be continued.) )