Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 285 Forced Marriage (7)
Su Mengchen said, "I've just arrived too."

Song Wanzhi looked at his clothes soaked in fog, but couldn't speak anymore.

Xiaobai is quite familiar here, jumped off Song Wanzhi's hand and ran towards the kitchen in a hurry, Su Mengchen also followed into the kitchen.

Song Wanzhi asked, "Mr. Meng, do you want to take a rest first?"

Su Mengchen shook her head: "No need."

After speaking, he asked Song Wanzhi where those things were, and Song Wanzhi watched Su Mengchen wash his hands and cook porridge over there, so he could only beat him.

After half an hour, Su Mengchen scooped up a bowl of porridge, blew on it, and waited for it to cool down before giving it to her: "Taste it."

So Song Wanzhi was fed a bowl of porridge.

However, for some reason, the porridge tasted different in such a short period of time.

Su Mengchen then said: "I brought some water mist tea from half the sky, and I will make tea later and watch the sunrise, it will certainly have a special taste, how about it?"

Song Wanzhi was naturally happy when she heard that, but looked at the porridge: "What should I do?"

Su Mengchen said: "Use silver charcoal to suffocate, and wait until the little girl wakes up, which is the best time."

Song Wanzhi listened, left a note, and followed Su Mengchen out.

The sky is just getting brighter.

The two walked to Chang'an Avenue. It was so early, but the morning market had already started, the lights were bright, and the steamed stuffed bun shop on the street had already opened, and there were gradually voices of people.

Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen picked a relatively remote high platform.

That high platform was the place where Chen Guo first gave lectures, but as the great Confucians of that generation passed away gradually, martial arts became more and more respected, so no one came to this place for a long time, except for being cleaned every day, Then there is nothing.

A set of tea sets were placed, the two sat on the futon, and then Su Mengchen started to work.

The two sat cross-legged, and the strong wind blew up their clothes. Song Wanzhi gathered the cloak around her body, and then looked at Su Mengchen.

Brewing tea depends on a state of mind and heat.

Song Wanzhi only felt that even if the person on the opposite side was making tea, it was very elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Su Mengchen lit the fire there, and after that, Xiaobai hugged the leaf, and then moved to the crater of the fire, and then, with a "swipe", stuffed a handful of leaves into it.

And every time Su Mengchen blinked, Xiaobai would quickly "swipe" the stuffed leaves, and the cooperation was perfect.

She raised her head and looked up.

The lecture platform is quite high, but it is located in a remote place, so one can hear the bustle of Chang'an Avenue on the one hand, and the silence of the common people's homes on the other. These two extreme feelings converge at the tip of the ear, a strange feeling in the stars.

As if life.

When she raised her eyes, she saw the east, the dark clouds were torn apart, and then the clouds were dyed with color, thick and colorful.

After that, a small trace of the big, round sun appeared.

Then, a ray of sunlight swept from far to near.

At this moment, Song Wanzhi could clearly see that as the cloud receded, that ray of sunlight passed over the ancient mottled city wall, the row upon row of green tiles and white walls, and the thousand-meter-long bridge. , skimming the water of the Naluo River, and finally leaning over.

When the sun came up, she lowered her head and saw that the sun just passed over Su Mengchen's fingers.

Such fingers, clinging to the teapot, are indescribably elegant and coquettish.

For a moment, Song Wanzhi felt her heart skip a beat, and then, she couldn't help thinking of the man's hand in the valley.

(End of this chapter)