Xiang Ziyu glanced at the two pieces of venison that Huarong was pointing at, and frowned irresolutely, "Otherwise, which two pieces would you consider?"
The voice was soft, like a spring breeze, but Huarong sensed danger, trembled, and laughed dryly, "I'll think about it again."
"Otherwise" I took a closer look at the venison on the plate, except for the two pieces, they were all about the same, I said with a flat mouth, "They are all about the same, just take two pieces."
Xiang Ziyu showed a slight smile on his face, and immediately picked the two biggest pieces, "Come on, open your mouth."
Huarong closed her eyes, opened her mouth, chewed a couple of mouthfuls like swallowing a jujube, and then swallowed, tsk, a little nauseated.
Before Huarong could recall it, the next piece of venison was coming towards him. Huarong stared at Xiang Ziyu, her heart sank, she bit down the venison fiercely, and by the way, took two shallow bites out of the wooden chopsticks. Shallow tooth marks come.
Xiang Zi said with a tut, "Rong'er has good teeth."
Huarong snorted softly, and fought against the venison for the last time.
"Eat some sour plums." Watching Huarong eat the venison, Xiang Ziyu brought over a plate of sour plums.
Huarong was overjoyed, quickly grabbed one and put it in her mouth, and ate it delicately and deliciously.
"Is it delicious?" Xiang Ziyu looked at Huarong eating, and couldn't help feeling a little bit excited, "Is it sour?"
"Not sour, not sour." Huarong said as she ate several more, "Just right. The sweet and sour kind."
Xiang Ziyu said "oh", and picked up one to taste, tsk, his brows and nose were wrinkled immediately, the sour plum has no sweetness at all, it is full of green sourness, after one bite, the sour taste spreads all over the taste buds, Even the teeth are so sore that I can't bite down on anything, and I almost lose consciousness.
Huarong looked at Xiang Ziyu's miserable expression, and laughed, very unhappy.
"How is it?!" Huarong smiled, "Is it delicious?! Tsk tsk, sour plum, don't spit it out! I just gritted my teeth and ate the venison."
Xiang Ziyu's mind was punctured by Huarong, and he couldn't vomit anymore, so he ate it bravely. The first mouthful was a strong sour taste, and he quickly drank two cups of tea to ease it.
"You lied to me." Xiang Ziyu looked at Huarong.
Huarong shrugged and ate a few more, "I tasted it just right, and it wasn't sour enough! If you were pregnant, you definitely wouldn't feel sour."
Xiang Ziyu sighed secretly, feeling dizzy, comparing himself with a pregnant person, "Everyone says sour, it seems that I want to win a little prince."
"It's hard to say." Huarong thought for a while, then shook her head, "I also liked spicy food for a while. The very spicy kind."
As soon as Huarong said it was spicy, Xiang Ziyu got angry, as if the feeling of smoke in his throat was vividly remembered, tsk, eating spicy and sour food with her, if it wasn't for his stomach not getting up, he might think he was pregnant too!
"That's twins." Deshun joked while pouring tea.
"Two twins?" Huarong's eyes were focused, and she touched her belly, "One son and one daughter, wouldn't it be great."
"Then I have both sons and daughters now." Xiang Ziyu smiled, but he was very worried in his heart, one of them was about to kill Huarong, if there were two, he wondered if he would be able to keep it.
Thinking about it makes me very upset. In the 20s and 6th year, there were a few silver strands growing out of his hair, and Deshun had to pull them out for him every morning. A few per day, counting almost a handful.
Just after the autumn siege ended, Xiang Ziyu and Tong Huarong did not return to Chang'an with the large army, but went straight to the ladder. There are ninety-nine steps, and a temple is built before the top of the mountain. From the bottom of the mountain, there is a little cloud and mist. Looking down from the temple, you can see the scenery of Nanshan.
Nanshan is four or five days away from Chang'an. Because of the long distance, he didn't bring many soldiers with him. He accompanied a few imperial doctors, maids and eunuchs, and the rest were dark guards with high martial arts skills.
Huarong was lying on the curtain of the car excitedly looking at the surrounding scenery, and from time to time, he said some beautiful scenery to Xiang Ziyu, "Huainan! Huainan! Look at the maple leaves over there! It's red like fire, it's in a ball, it's burning warm!"
"And that, what kind of flower is that on the side of the road? It's so beautiful, I've never seen it before!"
"In the past, I always heard that Nanshan was beautiful and beautiful, so I thought about coming to see it one day."
Speaking of this, Huarong's voice suddenly dropped a lot, and a blooming peach tree and the promise that had been made came to mind. Counting the days, almost a year has passed away, and suddenly remembered, there is still some pain in the heart.
"Before! You??Let me draw a picture of Nanshan! "Hua Rong quickly concealed her depression, and continued to speak excitedly, "In this way, we still got married because of this Nanshan acquaintance!" "
"Yeah." Xiang Ziyu smiled, and reached out to touch Huarong's hair. Her depression was fleeting but did not escape his eyes.
His eyes seemed to grow on Huarong's body, and he could detect any disturbance. In the past, before he was enthroned, when Hua Yu was not a general, he often said that when he was free, he would Taking Huarong to play in Nanshan, the little girl has been arguing to go.
It's a pity that the peach blossoms didn't bloom, and Nanshan didn't go there. Instead, it was buried in the snow mountain.
He didn't dare to tell Huarong about these things, so he took Huarong's place to accompany Huarong. According to Huarong's words, it was indeed because of Nanshan that they became attached to each other when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.
"It seems that this Nanshan is destined to be with us." Xiang Ziyu took out a handkerchief to wipe Huarong's sweat, "We will have a rest, and the scenery will be even better when we arrive at Nanshan."
Huarong said "hmm" twice, "By the way, did you send out the painting? What did the Taifu say?"
"I sent it out, the Taifu said, the painting is exquisite and consummate, he likes it very much." Xiang Ziyu said.
The painting was indeed given away, but he had the cheek to ask for it back later. After all, it was something they met, and it was now placed in the bookcase of the imperial study.
"Really?!" Huarong's eyes were filled with surprise, "You said I will draw more in the future"
As soon as the words came out, Huarong fell silent. From now on, where is the future? Isn't it just a final farewell to play around like this now?
Xiang Ziyu twitched his heart, and stretched out his hand to embrace Huarong into his arms, "There will be, there will be countless futures, future futures."
Huarong knew that Xiang Ziyu was trying to comfort herself, but she still nodded, smiling and dreaming about the future she didn't have, "In the future, draw more pictures, maybe you can become a painter or something! If you don't enter the palace, At this time, I should be painting and buying paintings on the streets of Chang'an, and I should be happy!"
"Huh?!" Xiang Ziyu looked unhappy, "Then you mean that you regret entering the palace?"
Hua Rong smiled, and stretched out her hand to scratch Xiang Ziyu's nose, "That's not true, in fact, being a concubine in the palace and selling paintings on the street is not much different to me, each has its own fun, It's just that it's different with you. With you, entering the palace is also happy, and selling paintings on the street is also good." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com