In the late spring of the second year of Xingning, the Wang family in Kuaiji were the second house.

The sun rises in advance, and a slightly drowsy light spreads the sky, stripping the day out of the night, which means a new day begins. Qing'e walked out of the room, followed by a sleepy ring. After washing up, the former went to the kitchen to urge Guo Shisi to steam egg custard, while the latter went to the owner's bedroom to knock on the door.

The sun shines in and knocks on the door.

Wang Ningzhi opened his eyes and did not respond in a hurry. After slowly awakening, he responded gently and stopped Huan'er's urging. At this time, he turned his eyes to the woman in his arms. His lazy and cute expression appeared on his face. The corners of his closed eyes were shaking. It should be because he was disturbed, but it was still between awake and lazy bed, and hesitated... This is the instinct of the body. Only in this way can Xie Daoyuan feel close. Her delicate face and delicate skin are wrapped around a little messy hair. The hazy vision is like the most natural barrier, as if touching it will destroy this unique beauty, so that Wang Ningzhi did not move around. He closed his eyes and felt Xie Daoyuan's softness and temperature.

This little man is his wife.

This quiet and peaceful atmosphere did not last long. Xie Daoyuan finally woke up. Perhaps she touched the shameful and infuriating thing on the man, or the unique reserve of a girl. The first thing she did when she woke up was to move her body backwards and kick her quickly!

Something happened if you kicked it up. Although Wang Ningzhi reminded many times, this movement seemed to have become a conditioned reflex. After many persuasions failed, Wang Ningzhi could naturally stretch out his hand and grab the other person's naked ankles, staring at the tender and round jade feet, looking at it carefully, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Madam, it's very important there. If the kick is broken, you can't have a child even if you get the house together."

Seeing that his ankle was caught and Wang Ningzhi was watching openly, Xie Daoyuan was even more embarrassed and angry. She pulled her feet back hard, turned her back and snorted coldly, covering her blushing cheeks... It was still warm when she touched it.

"Okay, get up."

After a while, Xie Daoyun said, getting out of bed first, not letting Wang Ningzhi see her face, but instead she was a little fleeing. She walked to the door and stopped, "Mr. Lang, we've agreed to go to enjoy the flowers today."

"Natural." Seeing his wife go out, Wang Ningzhi lay down for a while, then got up, Huan'er came over to help with washing.

Because Huan'er and others would take Huan'er when she was waiting for Wang Ningzhi to wash, Huan'er's little girl seemed very happy and chattered all the time. Most of them were the experiences when she went out to enjoy the flowers. However, at that time, she did not have much knowledge of the flowers and her family. She didn't know much about famous scholars, monks and Taoist flower viewing parties. Huan'er's understanding was very simple. In her opinion, as time spent together increased, the relationship between Wang Ningzhi and Xie Daoyun was gradually becoming very close. The husband even cooked and cooked for Xie Daoyun himself, and said that eating was good for the health and could grow up quickly... Can a man go to the kitchen for his wife?

As for the young lady running out with a blushing face just now, she obviously did something shameful - the little girl was not old, but she had known this long ago that when her parents learned that she was going to be sent to the second room, they told her about the matter between the man and the woman. Although they did not say it publicly, they also treated her as a concubine.

Thinking of this, Huan'er blinked at Wang Ningzhi and watched him brush his teeth. Although his movements were a bit rude, he was scratching her heart like a small brush. He also hoped that the husband would take them to appreciate the flowers later, and he was immersed in it before he knew it.

It was not until Wang Ningzhi knocked on her forehead and cursed with a smile: "Where is the little lady Sichun? She is so fascinated." She woke her up.

Then, like Xie Daoyuan, he ran away with a red face.

...

The destination is a private garden called Taoyuan. Unlike the flowers planted by the Wang family's backyard because of Xi Xuan, only peach blossoms are planted here. The owner loves peach blossoms by nature. Although he is famous, he is not an official. He just calms down and studies peach blossoms. The peach blossom nectar wine he has developed is even more unique. Since the peach blossom flowering period is about one month, Taoyuan holds a one-month gathering in this month every year, and receives tourists every day, so the owner is also called Taohua Layman.

When the flowering period arrives, there are peach blossoms all over the mountains and fields, with a faint pink color, which is very beautiful.

Wang Ning's trip, including Xie Daoyuan, Huan'er, Qing'e, Fengshou and a team of troops, followed by the guards. Unlike the low-key past, this mighty look was particularly eye-catching, but it was also a helpless move. Since Wang Ningzhi was kidnapped last time, his safety has been paid attention to by his family. Every time he traveled, his parents, brothers and sisters-in-law would ask him to bring the guards... This time, since Xie Daoyuan also had to follow him, there was no need for Wang Ningzhi's instructions. Just Xie Daoyuan coughed twice. Chen Quan, who was going to work, immediately woke up and stopped his work today and led the team to protect them.

In the car, Huan'er chattered constantly. Obviously, she, a little girl who had been to Taoyuan, was teaching her master experience, such as where the flowers are the best, when will Taohua lay Buddhists personally entertain guests, etc., which is also a small experience. After learning about it, I will save time wasting around in the huge Taoyuan.

"Are you worried about your brother?" Xie Daoyun asked, referring to Wang Xuanzhi.

In the past, Wang Xuanzhi would go over in Taoyuan's flower viewing season every year. He inherited Xi's elegant Wang Xuanzhi. Unlike the stubborn and pedantic Wang Ningzhi, he is a flower-loving person. He is always indispensable to all kinds of gatherings. However, this year he was shrouded in illness and was obviously powerless. When Wang Ningzhi and the others left, he asked He to come over, saying that he hoped that Wang Ningzhi would come back and bring him a few peach blossoms.

"His body is getting worse and worse, which is really worrying." Wang Ningzhi was a little sad. After all, the nominal elder brother gave him a very good sense. Even if he was not a brother, as a friend, he didn't want to watch him continue like this. However, the reality is so cruel that he came through later generations and did not understand medicine. He could not tell the reason just from Wang Xuanzhi's symptoms. He could only ask famous doctors like his parents to treat Wang Xuanzhi.

He even asked the Qixia Temple Master Zheng Qingfeng, hoping that he could contact Du Zigong, but it would take some time to get the answer.

"Brother will definitely get better." Xie Daoyun smiled softly, but she disappeared in a flash. "He still thought that the husband would bring back the peach blossom honey wine."

Hearing Xie Daoyun's worried voice, Wang Ningzhi quickly returned to peace. He was not a sentimental person himself. After experiencing life and death, he looked even more and more. He lifted up the curtain of the car and looked outside. He saw more and more people gathered in front of a manor in front. Through the low wall, he could see pink, white or mixed peach blossoms, a pleasant scene.

"Then take it back more. I think this Taohua layman is not a stingy person." Wang Ningzhi returned to his usual smile. After the ox cart stopped, he got off the car first, then grabbed Xie Daoyun's hand and helped her down.

Huan'er and Qing'e went downstairs and saw the environment surrounded by peach blossoms, and the romantic atmosphere that women longed for was growing.

"Let's go and play, Mr. Lang, I know that there are a few places where there are few people. Taohua Layman's servant will stay there and drink warm wine for people passing by." Huan'er jumped in front of him, but was stared at by Xie Daoyun, but she was not afraid, so she made a face and continued to run forward.

"This little girl is disobedient." Xie Daoyun glanced at Wang Ningyi complainingly, but did not take back the small hand he held. Anyway, no one was watching here, and she felt sweet for a moment.

Peach blossoms symbolize the captives of love.

If Wang Ningzhi remembers correctly, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, it will be the day when many young men and girls meet and fall in love. Since they promised to go out to enjoy the flowers with Xie Daoyun, they should be like a real couple, sweet and sweet, but those troublesome mundane things should not appear here.

He left some people here to watch the car, and only brought two or three guards forward.

Huan'er ran a little far away. They walked slowly and could only see a small figure, wearing a skirt, jumping in front of him, looking very cute...but, they obviously ran a little far away.

So Wang Ningzhi smiled at Xie Daoyun: "Huan'er is so happy. Why do you stick to the common etiquette, madam? At this time, there is no one around us except our own slaves, just relax."

"Yeah." Rarely without refuting, Xie Daoyun agreed, but her body leaned towards Wang Ningzhi. As she walked, her body accidentally touched her, which made her a little absent-minded.

The two of them walked while talking. Wang Ningzhi could tell some of the stories about peach blossoms and legends, and even thought of the legend of Momotaro in Japan. After Huan'er was panting and waiting for them to rush over, he joined the team again, and told them.

It is also his bad taste. I wonder if this story will be circulated. If it is really circulated, it will conflict with the myths on the east island.

It's funny to think about it.

After all, Huan'er led a small path, and there are few people here. Perhaps they came at the wrong time. There are not many people who appreciate the flowers today. After they were a little tired, a pavilion finally appeared in front of them, with several figures in them. They were drinking and chatting, at most they were just writing poems, which were considered as the aspirations of literati, but were not loved by Wang Ningzhi.

So my mind was fading.

"There are already people, why don't we walk around again and stay in a place where there is no one..." After abruptly, Wang Ningzhi frowned.

Xie Daoyun asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Mr. Lang?"
Chapter completed!