Seeing Song Nuoyan snatching the recipe and running out of the door, she immediately chased after her.

Time passed in the fight between Song Yihuan and Song Nuoyan.

Song Antian arrived home before it was dark.

For dinner, after the family finished eating the meal cooked by Aunt Tao, Song Yihuan and Song Nuoyan did not get up and go back to the room as usual.

The family was sitting in the hall, and Song An and Liu also saw that something was wrong with the two children tonight.

The couple looked at each other and decided to wait for the children to speak.

Song Nuoyan saw that the little sister sitting next to him was silent, and stretched out her hand to poke the other party.

The latter raised his eyes and glared at him, glanced at Song An and Liu, and walked up to the couple and handed them the eight major recipes written during the day from his arms.

Song An stretched out his hand to take it, smiled at her and said, "Huan'er is writing again, see if you have grown recently for my father." ”

Song Yihuan pursed his lips and smiled, but did not refute.

Seeing her like this, Song An thought that he had been approved by him.

He slowly opened the folded rice paper in his hand, revealing the handwriting inside.

At the beginning, Song An looked at the handwriting on it, and his face was still very flat.

As he saw the back, his face couldn't help but become solemn.

The recipes written on it are clearly recipes, and they are all dishes that he has never heard of or seen, even if he was in the capital back then, he had never heard of some dishes.

Song An read two pages, raised his eyes and looked at Song Yihuan, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Huan'er, you wrote this recipe? Where did you get it from? ”

Song An confirmed that the handwriting on it was made by his daughter.

But those finely written recipes, he didn't think it would be what Song Yihuan thought.

Song An's attitude couldn't help but attract Liu's as well, and she reached out to take the recipe in Song An's hand.

Seeing the above content, she couldn't help but be shocked.

Even Liu, a native of Beijing, had never heard of these dishes, although the names of the dishes on them were similar to the dishes she knew.

Under the gaze of Song An and Liu, Song Yihuan slowly spoke: "Father, mother, can you still remember the dream I said before, this is all I learned in my dream, and then I wrote it down in a vague way. ”

"What dream?"

Song Nuoyan, who had been waiting for Song Yihuan to reveal the truth, couldn't help but speak out.

Song An and Liu glanced at each other, and their faces couldn't help but become more serious.

They didn't respond to Song Nuoyan's question, but looked at Song Yihuan and asked nervously, "What else did you dream about?" ”

Song Yihuan glanced at the Liu family and said slowly: "I also dreamed of some strange things. ”

"What is it?" Liu noticed the look of her daughter looking at her and asked aloud.

"My daughter dreamed that there was a young man in Youzhou City who was noble and couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew that he was in Youzhou City.

I also dreamed that there was a lot of blood, and many people died, and the young man was wearing a dragon robe embroidered with nine golden dragons in bright yellow, and sat on a golden seat......"

Speaking of this, Song An and Liu's faces changed drastically, and they were panicked.

Even Song Nuoyan, who has always been a child, couldn't help but look solemn, staring at Song Yihuan with straight eyes.

Facing the three pairs of eyes, Song Yihuan continued: "I also saw a man who looked very similar to his mother standing behind the young man, and I saw them kneeling down to a mausoleum with the words Empress Wenxian on it. ”

"Smack!"

Liu's hands were shaking, and the teacup on the table was touched by her.

This crisp sound made Song An and Song Nuoyan quickly come back to their senses.