Wen Xiaomiao wanted to ask this person how she should be able to get this piece of Merlin, but she couldn't bear to break this beautiful picture.

In this way, Wen Xiaomiao sat secretly at the root of a tree, quietly looking at the pavilion among the petals in the sky.

After the time when there was a stick of incense, a woman slowly walked into the pavilion from the bridge, it was Qin Feiyan.

The fairy-like man in the pavilion turned his head, looked at Qin Feiyan, and smiled slightly.

Although it was not facing Wen Xiaomiao, Wen Xiaomiao was still breathless, and suddenly felt that the surrounding lakes and mountains had disappeared, and only one person was left in this heaven and earth.

The two of them were talking in a low voice in the pavilion, Wen Xiaomiao was far away and couldn't hear clearly, only to see Qin Feiyan looking at the fairy-like man with affection, and smiling amorous from time to time, Wen Xiaomiao sighed that the two of them were so compatible.

After talking for a while, the two of them walked towards the outside of the pavilion, Wen Xiaomiao couldn't see it well, and hurriedly followed around the lake, if he didn't follow out of the road, he didn't know when he would be able to meet people again next time.

Wen Xiaomiao sped up his pace and followed, but a turn and two people suddenly disappeared, Wen Xiaomiao was startled, and hurriedly ran to chase it, the road in front of him was not clear, it seemed that there was still more than one, Wen Xiaomiao was anxious, she chose one to run down, no, she came back again, she chose another one, she ran for a while or it was not right, Wen Xiaomiao had been outside for a long time, and her hand holding the plum petals in her front pocket was already a little frozen, Wen Xiaomiao tried to shout a few times, except for her echo, there was no sound, Wen Xiaomiao was tired of running, and sat down on the spot, With his head buried between his knees, he sobbed quietly.

"Who are you? What happened to you? How did you end up here? A nice cold voice asked,

Wen Xiaomiao immediately raised her head, it was the man who was like a fairy.

The tears on Wen Xiaomiao's face were still hanging on it, and he didn't care about wiping them off, so he quickly got up and pulled the man's sleeve tightly, for fear that he would disappear again in the blink of an eye, and said, "I'm lost, I can't find a way out, there are too many plum blossom trees here." ”

The man looked at Wen Xiaomiao's bright big eyes and the crystal tears, and looked down at her little hand that was already frozen red while tugging on his sleeve, and wanted to withdraw the sleeve, but Wen Xiaomiao pulled tightly and didn't let go.

The man said, "You let go first, and I'll take you out." ”

"Really?" Wen Xiaomiao let go of her hand and wiped the tears from her face again.

The man recognized the girl as the girl he had seen outside the window at noon when he was in Yipinlou.

"What's your name?" Cheng Muan asked.

"Wen Xiaomiao."

"Why are you here?"

"I followed the old lady to visit General Cheng, and General Cheng asked us to take a look in the back garden, but I got lost."

"We? And what about others, people? ”

"When we came, the garden went our separate ways." Wen Xiaomiao thought about Chen Mu, and she didn't know where he was now.

Cheng Muan glanced at the petals in Wen Xiaomiao's placket, he was not a person who talked much, and his curiosity was not great, so he just glanced at it and didn't ask, and continued to walk forward.

Wen Xiaomiao saw him looking at the petals in her front placket, and automatically explained: "I saw that the petals fell, so I wanted to collect some plum blossom cakes and plum blossom wine." ”

Cheng Muan walked in front and did not speak.

Wen Xiaomiao was a little apprehensive, and then said: "These petals are blown off by the wind, really, not picked from the tree." ”

Cheng Muan looked back at Wen Xiaomiao, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "It doesn't matter if it's picked from a tree, there are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers to break the branches." ”