Jiang Cheng rubbed his eyes and sat up, hugged in his arms.

Although it was already mid-spring, the weather was still cold, and even colder at night.

I fumbled to get out of bed, and my feet stretched out to reach for my shoes, but I touched something soft.

The soft and cool fabric made Jiang Cheng sober up in an instant. All the things before going to bed last night also came to mind.

This is, quickly retract his feet, Jiang Cheng took out the night pearl in his arms and shone it down.

Isn't it? Jiang Cheng thought to himself, it was really Song Jinyi, it would be too scary if it was anything else.

I wanted to wake him up and get him up on his own. However, his words seemed to be still in his ears last night, and his sworn tone fell softly on his face like an invisible slap in the air.

The little young master frowned, put the beads aside, looked at the person under the bed, stretched out his hand, and took it back.

measured Song Jinyi's body in his mind, and thought of the amount of food this person ate during the day.

A very real question fell on his head with a "bang".

Can you hold this person yourself? Wouldn't it be a shame if you couldn't hold it?

The coolness gradually spread, making the little young master who had been pampered since childhood shrunk from a cold.

Mustering up his courage, the little young master used his strength in his hands, sank into the dantian, and hugged Song Jinyi with a "whew".

First thoughts: so heavy!

The second thought: I can actually hold it.

didn't have time to finish his happiness, Jiang Cheng had already quickly carried Song Jinyi into the inside of the bed.

He was afraid that if he moved slowly, he would not be able to hold it.

Rubbing his wrists, Jiang Cheng tucked the quilt and prepared to sleep.

That way, you won't fall to the ground.

Jiang Cheng smiled secretly, no matter how he moved now, the people inside would not have an accident falling to the ground.

Now, he also knew the reason for Song Jinyi's question before going to bed.

Hahahahaha! I didn't expect that Song Jinyi, who was wise and martial, would sleep so dead.

With a sense of teasing mixed with admiration, Jiang Cheng fell asleep again with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The morning is faint, and the birds are crying softly.

The twilight of sunlight penetrated into the room through the curtain behind the window lattice.

Willow and Momozhi, who were asleep side by side, woke up at once and opened their eyes at the same time.

One is cold, the other is charming.

One is stupid, and the other is full of nature.

After washing up and having breakfast, the two of them appeared in the downtown area in the face of the rising sun.

Liu Liu originally wanted to continue on his journey. When I went to bed last night, I dreamed of a misty silhouette, lush vegetation, surrounded by vines, green bamboos, and a murmuring stream.

It seems to be a place that I have been to before. Liu Liu thought that it should be the memory of his previous life. And this unclear dream seems to be urging her to hurry up.

However, I'm ready to take the peach branch with me, and I still have to discuss with her what kind of itinerary I have.

And Momozhi had just become an adult, and she began to follow her for a long distance in ignorance, and after a little sleep, her thoughts became active.

When I was at the scholar's house for a long time, a guest came to visit. After finishing the business, he began to ridicule and chat. When it comes to where the rock sugar gourd is the best, where the flowers are the most beautiful, and where the horses run the fastest......

I have heard a lot of such words, although the peach branches were still in the soil at that time, and the flower branches were facing the sun, but the heart had already flown away with the scenery in those words.

In the northern frontier where the ice and snow are shining, in the northwest desert where the yellow sand is continuous, in the flower city where the four seasons are like spring in the south, and in the sparkling sea where there is a mirage in the east.

Now that she has finally cultivated herself, she naturally wants to have a good time.

The market was still a little deserted at this time, and the two walked along the stone road to the stone bridge over the river, the green willows on both sides of the river hung down, and the thin branches fell into the water.

There was no one on the bridge, and a few small finches were combing the feathers on their backs.

A girl who bought peach blossoms walked over and shouted, "Newly picked peach blossoms, newly picked peach blossoms......

Liu Liu subconsciously looked at the peach branch, but she didn't expect her to smile and call out to the little girl.

"Little girl, how do you sell these peach blossoms?"

"Two copper plates and a small branch, three copper plates and a large branch."

The peach blossoms are red and gorgeous, and there is still dew hanging on them.

"A sprig." Peach branch said, picking and picking in the small basket, picking up a branch with a peach blossom.

Liu Liu paid the money before she could turn around and speak.

"Thank you, Liuliu."

The little girl held the copper plate with residual warmth, and looked at the two people who walked by with some blankness.

What a beautiful young lady.

The little girl's name is Xiaohua, the daughter of the tailor in the town, and the eldest in the family. There is also a two-year-old little brother below, who has received all the attention of the family because he is a boy.

Xiaohua's mother is a well-known florist in the town who runs a flower garden. married Father Lin, and the flower garden was handed over to someone who knew each other next door.

Later, Xiaohua's mother died, and she was not taken seriously, and was sent to her mother's original home by her stepmother.

The person who takes care of the flower garden takes good care of her, Xiaohua thinks so. It's just that, later, the person's cold face made her finally realize a problem that she should have realized a long time ago.

A child who has no mother and is not valued by the family, how can she expect others to pity her?

So, Xiaohua began to help the man take care of the flower garden and get up early to sell flowers.

Xiaohua thought optimistically, maybe, one day, that person will start to like her.

The peach branch shook the tender and bright flower branches, and followed the willow lazily.

Liu Liu looked at her comfortable appearance, and wanted to smile and talk to her, but her eyes stopped on the peach branch in her hand again.

"Peach Branch." Liu Liu spoke.

"Whoa." Momozhi blinked and handed her the peach branch in his hand.

Liu Liu was surprised, and took it a little helplessly, playing with the tender petals on it.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to watch your own kind being ravaged?" Liu Liu kneaded the petals she had picked in her hand and crushed them. Then he looked at Momoeda Road, who was smiling beautifully.

"Of course not. That's dead, I'm alive. ”

Stopped, Liu Liu thought for a while, and then understood Momozhi's words.

Really, what a strange idea.

However, Liu Liu did not put a beak. After all, in her eyes, it seems to be true.

Only objects or birds, birds, beasts, and plants that have passed through the essence of heaven and earth can cultivate a human body, and only a very small proportion of those who can cultivate a human body can be successfully cultivated at once.

However, the difference between Willow and Momozhi is that she likes beautiful things as much as she likes herself.

For beautiful things, Liu Liu's idea is to cherish and cherish. Even if it is a soulless flower, bird, or bird, she will treat them well and will not hurt them.

Just like the begonia tree in front of the monk's window. Liu Liu likes it very much, so she won't hurt it easily. It will not break its branches, nor pluck its flowers.

On the contrary, if any hairy child wants to break the branches of begonias and pick begonia flowers, she will beat the child unceremoniously.

The sap of peach blossoms soaked into the palm of his hand, and Liu Liu clapped his hands casually. As soon as the spiritual power passes, the sticky feeling on the hands is gone.

Just now, crushing that petal is not only a test of the peach branch, but also an addiction to playing with flowers.

Since it is a flower that has been plucked, it is not in vain to have a good time in this world if you have played it perfectly.