The sun is rising and the breeze is churning. It is already a little cool.

I sat under the tree and looked at the sword score by the stone table beside the pond.

Xiao Lan stood beside her bored, staring blankly.

After this girl grew up, she became more and more disliked to practice martial arts. She looked at herself in the mirror all day long.

He even shyly asked me to betroth her to the martial arts rookie boy.

Under the Gu family, one of the tower guards who monitored Lin Fang that day, had come to see Xiao Lan.

Before I could think about whether this tower guard belonged to the category of "first martial arts rookie boy", Xiao Lan had already pushed her away with her hands on her hips.

So she is bored now, and she is also asking for help.

The airflow around the body suddenly changes.

My hand holding the book shook.

Looking up, Xiaolan seemed to have taken Wushi San, and suddenly became abnormally excited.

Speaking of which, after the martial arts conference, I finally understood the function of Wushisan.

In awe of shame, I wrote a letter of family indignation, blaming my father for his ignorance.

A few days later, family letters arrived.

After the words expressing my mother's longing and concern, there are a few numbers from my father: "Dad said casually, who told you to take it seriously? Go through the martial arts world and don't embarrass the Zhan family. Remember to go home for the New Year."

I received the letter but was not annoyed.

"Young Master Wen is here! Oh, he is so handsome today!" Xiao Lan poked me, "Miss, Young Master Wen is here, why don't you get up to greet me?"

In the distance, a tall man in golden crown, purple robe and black boots slowly walked closer.

I said to Xiaolan with pride: "Get up to greet me? Xiaolan, do you know that he is making cattle and horses for me today!"

Xiaolan raised her hand to cover her wide mouth, looking in disbelief.

I felt even more proud.

In fact, even I didn’t expect that the day before yesterday, I almost defeated Wen You with the trick I just learned.

He came today and brought me delicious pastries from the palace as I told me.

Look at his grand outfit, he must have just left the palace.

As soon as he sat down, I saw his bulging chest.

"Give it to me!" I reached out to see, but he slapped my hand off.

"Xiao Lan, you step down first," he said.

Xiaolan left unwillingly.

I was a little surprised, why did I go to Xiaolan?

"The crime of stealing the imperial kitchen in the palace is quite a bit of a minor crime. The fewer people know, the better." He took out a pack of items from his arms and threw them on the table.

"Be gentle!" I exclaimed with pain and reached out to open the paper bag.

Seven pieces of carved pastries of bright colors are piled together, red like river flowers, green like jade, white like spring snow, yellow like sunlight... It seems to be made of glutinous rice, but it is particularly crystal clear, delicate and exquisite.

"Colorful Jade Ruyi Cake." He said solemnly, "This is the pastry tributed by Tuyuhun. There are only ten sets in total. Here is one set."

How did he get it so precious?

But he didn't explain, and looked at me and said, "I can complete your mission."

After he lost to me, I sent him: I want to eat the most delicious pastry in the world.

But now I look at the delicious food, but I feel a little reluctant to do it.

"Eat quickly!" He suddenly laughed, "What are you doing when you stare at me?"

Eat it!

I picked up a piece of white and put it in my mouth.

It is as delicate as sand and mud, melts in the mouth, is extremely sweet, and has a faint milky aroma...

It tastes so delicious that I even bit my tongue off.

After eating a piece, I looked up, but found that he had picked up my sword score and turned it over.

I made some cheat sheets on it, but he didn't expect that he would read it very much.

I ate another piece of red and another piece of yellow.

There are seven pieces in total, seven colors, and all kinds of tastes are different.

I took out the handkerchief and wrapped two pieces out. One was left for the master and the other for Xiaolan.

Wen Xuan looks like she is not in the world, so she naturally doesn’t need to.

There are three pieces left.

Looking at the person who was looking down in front of him and reading carefully.

It just so happened that he raised his head as if he had noticed it.

"Do you want to eat a piece?" said kindly.

"No, there's not much, you can keep it for yourself." He smiled, "The seven flavors are different."

I couldn't help but feel moved. How could I enjoy the food alone and pick up a piece and hand it over...

"Senior brother, thank you..."

"I have eaten more than ten yuan in the palace, and I can't eat it now."

I felt my hands freeze.

It was a very difficult bend and ate it myself.

"Have you seen the emperor when you entered the palace today?" Although I received the emperor's reward of the sword, I have never seen the emperor yet.

Lord Wen Qiao is the prince's servant. I heard that Wen You has been very popular with the emperor since he was a child.

"No." He said, "How could the emperor be so easy to see?"

"oh."

"I met the prince, the princess, and two princesses," he said.

"By the way! Are the princesses very noble and beautiful?" I said that the princesses in the play are all beautiful and I really want to see them with my own eyes.

"...Yes, the princesses are beautiful and lovely." He looked at me with his hand, "Not as savage as you!"

The pastry choked in the throat, which was extremely unpleasant.

"Hmph! I'm just barbaric, what's wrong with you!"

The face of the man in front of me suddenly made me feel annoying, so I simply turned my head and didn't look at him.

After a while.

"Hey, you eat so quickly. Leave me a piece." He said, leaning over.

"There is only one piece, I can't give it to you!" I hurriedly stuffed the last piece into my mouth, "You eat so much..."

It seemed like a stream of heat was spraying between my fingers.

The hand is empty.

Looking at his face that was close to me and his dark eyes stared at me, I was so scared that I stood up immediately.

He, he, actually took my hand and stole the last piece of pastry!

He sat back on the chair, looking calm: "I said, leave me one."

The fingertips were burning violently, and the heat seemed to linger.

I don’t know what to say, but I’m obviously ashamed and angry, but I don’t know how to refute him!

"Here, girl." He took out a small round box from his arms and threw it on the table.

The exquisite silver-white iron box is as smooth as a mirror.

I took it over curiously and opened it. It was a delicate and even red paste inside, with a faint fragrance.

Influenced by Shen Yanzhi's gift last time, I said nervously: "Is it...□□?"

He showed a patient expression and said for a long time, "Yes, Yan, Zhi!"

I said in surprise: "Why do you want to give me rouge?"

He remained silent.

Even so, I still couldn't help but put the rouge on the tip of my nose, and the fresh and fragrant smell was overwhelming.

A few days ago, there seemed to be the same feeling in the Qinhuai River.

I was instantly blessed to my heart: "Is this your usual rouge?"
To be continued...