Because Emperor Yuan was busy purging Huo Xiao's henchmen, Heninghou also reined in a lot after being cut down. An Jing has spent the past two years steadily. This is also the happiest two years of An Jing's life later, with the master's teaching, and Su Yu regards her as a little sister, she goes to Danzhou to play with Sister Yangshu in her spare time, and sometimes she will lick her face and go to Miss Wang's wine shop to secretly drink wine.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventeenth year of the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and An Jing was sixteen years old.

It was a warm spring, and the peach blossoms in the Wangshan Valley were blooming just right. An Jing made an appointment with Yang Shu and Qiqihua Dynasty to go to Wangshan together.

When we arrived at Wangshan, it was already afternoon. The carriage came to the foot of the mountain, and the mountain road was as narrow as a sheep's intestine, so the group had to get off the car and walk. Along the way, there was an endless stream of pedestrians, some literati looked at the mountain flowers all over the field in groups of three or five to make sentences, some people worshiped the god of flowers in the cave to the alcove, praying for a good harvest in the farmland, and many farmers carried hoes to search for wild vegetables on the roadside.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the road became more and more wide, and when I entered the peach blossom valley, it suddenly opened up, overflowing into a piece of peach, bees and butterflies flew around in groups, and from time to time there was a spring breeze blowing, and the fallen flowers were colorful, like a fairyland. There is a small stream in the valley, and the water is babbling, meandering down from the nearby lookout mountain.

"Sister Yang, Qiqi, how about we go and paint lanterns on the stones over there?" An Jing pointed to a large rock by the stream and said.

Yang Shu looked in the direction An Jing pointed and smiled: "Okay! ”

"Each draws his own picture, no peeking!" An Jing said as she flattened the lamp cloth.

Yang Shu smiled and shook her head helplessly.

Qiqi was a little puzzled: "Why can't you be seen by others?" ”

"Because if you see it, it won't work!" Yang Shu said as she painted.

An Jing inadvertently glanced at it and found that Mo Bunuo was still standing upright, holding a pen in his hand, but there was no ink on the lamp cloth.

"Mo Bunuo, why don't you draw?" An Jing asked.

Mo Bunuo was a little embarrassed: "Subordinate...... Can't draw. ”

Seeing Mo Bunuo's embarrassed appearance, An Jing couldn't help laughing.

"When the lights are turned on that night, pray in your heart." Yang Shu enlightened.

"It's done!" An Jing put away the lantern, "I'm going to be the last one to put the lantern on tonight, so that when there are fewer people, the flower god can hear my voice more clearly!" ”

"But after all, this is in the mountains, and it is inevitable that there will be wild beasts...... "Yang Shu couldn't hide her worry.

An Jing smiled: "Don't be afraid, with my friends here, the beast is nothing." With that, he looked at Mo Bunuo.

Mo Bunuo's expression was indifferent, but there was a little more pride in his eyes.

The stars were scarce on the moon, and the people in the valley were almost gone, and everyone began to put on the lights.

Looking at the slowly flying lanterns, An Jing silently recited her wish in her heart.

"I don't want the powerful, but I want the beloved. I hope that the god of flowers will hear my heart and bless the faithful girl to get what she wants. ”

When they were about to go out of the valley, everyone found that one person was breaking a peach branch, and An Jing was immediately angry and rushed forward to question the other party.

"Today's Hua Dynasty, who are you? Why do you want to break the peach branches? An Jing asked.

When the man heard this, he turned around: "It is precisely because of today's flower dynasty that I picked flowers to make peach blossom brew." In Xia Xiaoren, who is Childe? ”

It turned out to be a Confucian student, only to see that the person's face was like a crown of jade, his thin lips were lightly opened when he spoke, under a pair of sword eyebrows, his lacquer eyes were smart, and the moonlight was sprinkled in his eyes, as if reflecting ten thousand points of starlight.

An Jing was stunned, there was such a good-looking man in this world! The appearance of Xu Gong mentioned in the book, I'm afraid it's just that, right?

"Childe?" Xiao Ren saw that An Jing was distracted, so he asked.

An Jing came back to his senses: "An Jing." It turned out that Xiao Gongzi was picked to make peach blossom brew, and An Jing was rude. He returned the salute.

Xiao Ren also saluted.

People are good-looking, courteous, and thoughtful, is it the flower god who just heard my heart? An Jing's heart was a little flustered.

Xiao Ren looked at An Jing and said, "Won't Zijing fold some peach blossoms and go back to make wine?" ”

"I won't brew, I still can't." An Jing said a little embarrassed.

Xiao Ren glanced at the rest of his eyes, and saw that there were three people waiting beside him, so he said, "It's getting late today, if you have time, you can go to the largest teahouse in the east of the city, and I'll teach you." ”

Teach? Teach me? An Jing's heart was completely out of rhythm.

"Good...... I have time to find you and learn to make peach blossom brew. ”

The god of flowers must have heard my heart! Definitely!

When I returned to the Hou Mansion, it was the second half of the night. An Jing stayed awake all night, and her mind was full of Xiao Ren's face.

Early the next morning, as soon as Su Yu came, he saw An Jing go out in a hurry. Miyasu Zhong shook his head with a smile and did not speak.

"Childe, what kind of tea do you want to drink?" The runner asked.

An Jing looked around the teahouse and didn't see Xiao Ren, so he said, "I'm here to find someone, is there a Xiao Ren here, Xiao Gongzi?" ”

When he heard Xiao Ren's name, he paused, then looked at An Jing from bottom to top, revealing an inexplicable smile, and walked lazily to the backyard without the politeness of Fang Cai.

It didn't take long for Xiao Ren to come out of the backyard, his hair was a little messy, his sideburns were fluttering, his white clothes were dragging to the ground, his sleeves were rolled up at will, he was holding a wine jug in his hand, and one hand was lazily leaning on the door frame, and he said with a little playfulness: "Zijing actually came to me so soon, but did you miss me?" ”

An Jing turned around, blushing unconsciously. found that Mo Bunuo looked at Xiao Ren with a murderous face. So he sent Mo Bunuo out.

"Xiao Gongzi, don't laugh, I'm here to learn how to make peach blossom brew!" An Jing listened to his slightly light words, and her heart was a little unnatural, but she was also inexplicably a little happy.

Mo Bunuo looked at An Jing's little daughter's appearance, and felt very uncomfortable, and inexplicably wanted to go over and beat the surnamed Xiao.

An Jing followed Xiao Ren to the backyard, looked around, and saw that the furnishings in the courtyard were a little messy, but barely tidy.

Xiao Ren fetched a basin of water, looked at An Jing, thought for a while, and then went back to the stove room to scoop out a scoop of hot water and add it to the basin. picked up the hem of his clothes, sat under the eaves, and taught An Jing to clean the peach blossoms he picked last night.

"Originally, ice water was used to wash the petals, Zijing is a woman, and the ice water is cold, which is not good for you, so I added some hot water, you try?"

An Jing looked at Xiao Ren in the morning light, and his smile seemed to be warm. It turns out that I will be so cared for and cherished by others. Even if it's just a basin of water, there will be cold water and hot water. But except for the palace master, no one has ever been so considerate to himself.

The hint of relief in An Jing's eyes did not escape Xiao Ren's gaze. He pretended not to notice, carefully cleaned the peach blossoms, and gently stacked the washed petals on the bamboo mat on the side. The fingers were slender, and the water droplets slipped from the fingertips, as if they were falling to the ground like crystals.

An Jing sometimes smiled, sometimes talked and quarreled with Xiao Ren, and Mo Bunuo watched through the fence. Strange, why is he unhappy, if the son has a favorite person, the marriage will be settled, isn't it a good thing?

But why, that person can't be himself?

How could that person be himself......

His thoughts were messy, and he thought about it in a mixed manner, and it wasn't until An Jing shouted that Mo Bunuo came back to his senses.

On the way home, I happened to pass by the night market, and there was still some time before the curfew, so An Jing decided to go to the night market.

To Mo Bunuo's surprise, when he arrived at the market, An Jing went straight to the sword and weapon shop and looked at the weapons on the stall, but he didn't have any idea. Mo Bunuo looked at An Jing with a layman's appearance, and couldn't help but speak: "Why did Childe suddenly think of buying weapons?" ”

"Xiao Gongzi said that many women in Chang'an will learn some kung fu and are heroic, I am very envious when I listen to it, and I want to follow suit." An Jing's eyes were still stuck on the dazzling array of weapons, and he didn't turn his head back.

"Childe, forgive your subordinates for talking too much." Mo Bunuo couldn't cry or laugh, what did Xiao Ren say upside down, "The woman's strength is small, if it is not for the accumulated training, it may be difficult to control ordinary weapons, and if you are not careful, you will hurt yourself." ”

Hearing this, An Jing turned to look at Mo Bunuo, but his mind was thinking of something else, and he said with flashing eyes: "Then what do you mean?" ”

Mo Bunuo looked at An Jing's clear eyes, touched the dagger that had accompanied him for many years on his waist, and then smiled and handed the dagger to An Jing: "If the son doesn't dislike it, just use my dagger, it's light and flexible, and it's the most suitable for women." ”

The dagger sheath was inlaid with shell fragments, very beautiful, and it was pulled out with a "zheng", and the cold light of the knife body was pressing in the night. In the hand, it is not light or heavy, and it is very handy. An Jing was overjoyed, but he didn't listen carefully to what Mo Bunuo said, so he replied, "I know."

Mo Bunuo said: "This knife must never be lost." ”

But Anjing was already jumping in front of him with joy.

Did you take his words to heart? I used this knife to kill my mother's enemy, and now, I hope it can protect my son. Thinking about it, Mo Bunuo looked up at Shuoyue, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

When did he become so vulnerable, and he said that he would protect her for the rest of his life, then he would do it.

It's just that the son is innocent, I hope that the Confucian student will not live up to the son.

Mo Bunuo quickened his pace and caught up with An Jing in front of him.