The white fish replied and followed the song to the clouds.

According to the instructions of the song, the dutiful Wuxiang has sent the finished orchid cake and fruit to the bitter sea.

A few days later, Min Xuan also brought carefully prepared gifts and food to the sea of bitterness.

Since then, the Nanyuan of the bitter sea has been full of talking and laughing, eating and drinking, and is not cold and lonely.

The time accompanied by friends always feels that it slips away too fast, like the stardust in the sky, which cannot be chased.

Since the end of the Galaxy Bay, it has been a thousand years since the southern Xinjiang returned to the bitter sea.

When he left Tonghua Palace, it was more or less because of Wu Yanli's coercion.

Wu Yanli devoted herself to hunting for the monarch of Sang Kingdom, in order to keep her emotions, Nanjiang believes that this is also understandable.

Although he only thinks that he is a friend of the king of the hunting kingdom, since his appearance has caused Yan Li to suffer from gains and losses, he really shouldn't torture her.

As the saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy one family! I thought that I would also lose this friend of the monarch.

Unexpectedly, in the thousand years of the bitter sea, the song who had secretly promised not to let southern Xinjiang eat clouds would never be seen as if he had sent food over for years, but he himself had never come to it.

Thinking about it, Xi Ge has only been to the bitter sea once, or the one that came uninvited.

However, there is not only one person who cares about southern Xinjiang, but there is also one person who personally sends food and play to the bitter sea year after year.

At this time, Nanjiang, dressed in a light-colored costume in the Kuhai South Garden, was sitting on the desk, playing with a delicate object in his hand.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from the courtyard, and there was a kind of unrestrained tone.

"Orchid Crisp!"

Nanjiang looked up at the courtyard, and it was a plain costume with a delicate scholarly appearance.

I saw him enter the hall with a familiar way, and said with a smile: "The king ordered me to send it over." ”

With that, he put the mahogany food box on the tea table, and at the same time looked at the delicately arranged cloud silk cake next to him.

Nanjiang put down the gadgets in his hand and went out of the desk: "I haven't eaten the cloud silk cake sent by Min Xuan!"

Judging by the expression on her little face, it seemed that she was under pressure to face food.

"Your Highness's cloud silk cake, how can it be compared to the king's orchid cake!" Wuxiang smiled, opened the mahogany box and took out a plate of orchid cake and put it on the coffee table, and then took out a plate of fruit.

"What's the difference between the orchid crisp delivered today?"

Wuxiang picked up a plate of light yellow orchid crisp and handed it to Nanjiang.

"You'll know if you taste it. ”

Nanjiang glanced at the mysterious Wuxiang, raised his hand and took a piece of orchid crisp, took a small bite and put it in his mouth.

"It melts in your mouth, crispy and fragrant, a little crispier than before, and the fragrance of the orchid is also very long and delicious. Then he put the remaining orchid crisp in his hand into his mouth.

Looking at the orchid cake made by Nanjiang and commenting on the orchid cake made by Xi Ge, Wuxiang smiled from ear to ear.

"Hehe, this orchid cake is made by Jun Shang. ”

Nan Jiang, who was slightly surprised, pursed his two thin lips and said, "There are so many Xiao'e in his palace, why does he want to do it himself?"

"Last time, the gentleman asked me if your diet was good, and I truthfully said that you didn't eat the orchid crisp that was sent over, and the gentleman thought that the Xiao'e made it was not to your taste, so he personally made the orchid crisp and ordered me to send it. ”

Nanjiang looked at Wuxiang, and said without saying anything, no matter how delicious the orchid cake is, you will get tired of eating it!

How can there be an orchid crisp every time! Min Xuan still knows that he will send it in exchange for food, so he will ......

Hey, I'm a little nostalgic for eating clouds.

"You go back and tell him, don't make orchid cakes yourself, as the king of a country, this is not a formality. ”

"It's not that you're worried about you going to eat clouds again. ”

Nanjiang flicked his sleeves: "In the thousands of years since I returned to the Sea of Bitterness, Min Xuan and you often sent food to my Sea of Bitterness, and I forgot what the clouds tasted like." ”

Taking advantage of Nanjiang's inattention, Wuxiang stretched out the palm of his right hand, and a scroll of paper glowing with nebula shimmering suddenly appeared.

"Your Majesty has ordered me to pass this on to you. ”

Nanjiang was stunned, then took the paper scroll in Wuxiang's hand, and gently opened the paper scroll with a colorful shimmer, but there were no words on it.

Just wondering what kind of rare thing this was, I suddenly saw three lines of golden fonts gradually appear on the nebula paper.

'Lovesickness is hard to express, dreams and souls are unfounded, when will the Yiren return. 'The place where the payment is a song.

Nanjiang was very surprised: "Yu Ge, is it his name?"

When Yan Li called him to sing, he thought that he was a 'love brother' who was only called by lovers, no wonder the atmosphere was wrong when he talked about it in Tonghua Palace.

After brushing his thoughts, he looked at the three lines of smooth golden font again, and said secretly: "What's wrong with him?"

Seeing that Nanjiang was a little stunned, Wuxiang was also a little curious about what was said on the paper scroll, so he leaned over to take a look.

Unbeknownst to him, Nanjiang quickly pinched the paper with colorful shimmers into a ball and held it in the palm of his hand.

"How are you guys doing?"

"Everything is fine. ”

"Did you eat anything wrong, or did you encounter something unexpected while cultivating occult arts?"

"None of them. ”

Nanjiang, who was confused, nodded lightly: "Oh, you go back and tell your lord that everything is fine in the Sea of Bitterness, and there is no need to worry about it." ”

"Yes, the Void said goodbye first. After finishing speaking, he disappeared into the hall in a wisp of silver mist.

Nan Jiang, who went to the desk, once again opened the crumpled and crumpled paper.

Look at the golden text on it, in the shimmering color of stardust, it is so wonderful.

I don't know if it's the stardust paper scroll is wonderful, or the three lines on the paper scroll are wonderful.

Nanjiang spread the paper scroll on the case and read it in a low voice: "Lovesickness is difficult to express, the dream is unfounded, when will the Yiren return." ”

Every time he finished reading a sentence, Nanjiang's heart became more and more nervous inexplicably..."plopping" heartbeat was very obvious.

"He, is this showing his heart to me?"

Thinking back to the past thousand years, Xi Ge has come to the sea of bitterness once, and in the future, it is the general of Wuxiang who has come over.

On the contrary, it is Min Xuan, as soon as he is free, he will come to the bitter sea to accompany the southern Xinjiang to pass the depression, if anyone is interested in the southern Xinjiang, anyone will think that it is Min Xuan.

If today's paper was written by Min Xuan, I think Southern Xinjiang would not be very surprised.

As we all know, the person Wu Yanli admires is Xi Ge, although Xi Ge has responded to Yan Li's relationship, and he is not a sweetheart.

No matter what Xu Ge thinks in his heart, one thing is the truth, he is loved by Yan Li, and Nanjiang thinks that he cannot be loved by others.

Now receiving this full paper of affection, it has become a full of absurdity.

"Nan'er, what are you thinking? ”

Min Xuan, who suddenly appeared, was startled in Nanjiang, grabbed the paper scroll on the desk and hid it behind him, clutched it into a ball, and the spell was gone.

Looking up, it was Min Xuan, who was dressed in an ink-colored costume and had a chic posture, and walked over with a warm face.

"Uh, no, no, you, why are you idle today?"

Min Xuan frowned: "Isn't it like this all these years? ”

"Uh, haha! yes, yes. ”

Nanjiang, who looked unnatural, snorted, worried that it would be wrong to say more.

Min Xuan, who approached the desk, saw that Nanjiang's expression was not quite right, so he turned to look inside the hall, looking for something different.

His eyes turned to the tea table, and the plate of orchid crisp was a little eye-catching.

Thinking that Fang Nanjiang was a little flustered, could it be that this orchid cake was sent by Xige himself today?

Min Xuan slowly moved to the tea table and glanced at the plate of light yellow orchid cake.

"This orchid crisp has been sent unchanged for thousands of years, let alone eating it, I'm tired of watching it!"

Nanjiang, who approached the tea table, smiled lightly and said, "No, I like the fragrance of orchids." With that, he picked up a piece of orchid cake and ate it.