Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

"You used to ride it. You said you were its mistress. Go up." Ning Feng saw Meng Xiaoxiao's heart and showed a warm smile in his eyes.

Ning Feng is also wearing a snow-white brocade suit today. He looks clean and bright.

Standing in front of the same snow-white horse, he looked so handsome and elegant, which suddenly reminded Meng Xiaoxiao of a word that has become a disaster in modern times - Prince Charming.

He is inviting himself to mount the horse. Is he his snow white?

"But... I forget now. I don't know if I can ride well?" Meng Xiaoxiao said with some hesitation. In fact, she didn't even know how to get on the horse, because the horse looked clean up and down, as if she didn't see a place to step on her feet.

Just fly up like this? Meng Xiaoxiao doesn't have such high Kung Fu.

"What are you afraid of with me?" Ning Feng smiled gently and looked at Meng Xiaoxiao with encouraging eyes.

"Well... Where did the horse get on? How did I get on before?" Meng Xiaoxiao finally asked directly.

"Hehe, that's how she went up," Ning Feng smiled and blinked. Suddenly, he stretched out his arm to hold Meng Xiaoxiao horizontally and put him firmly on the horse. Then he got on the horse and gently surrounded her soft waist behind his back: "Xiaoxiao, sit down, we're going to go."

With the order of Ning Feng, the white horse galloped forward, leaving a burst of fine dust and smoke.

"Hey, where are you taking me?" Meng Xiaoxiao grabbed the saddle and asked quickly.

"You'll know when you get there." Ning Feng hugged Meng Xiaoxiao more tightly from behind, attached it to her ear and said softly, "Xiaoxiao, there is our small world, with many footprints that we can't forget. When you go, you will remember our past stories."

The white horse ran with Meng Xiaoxiao and Ning Feng all the way. Soon he went out of the city gate and came to a red maple forest in the suburbs.

Ning Feng dismounted first, then extended his hand to Meng Xiaoxiao, who took his hand and jumped off the horse.

Facing a red ocean with layers of forest, Meng Xiaoxiao uttered an exclamation from the heart: "Wow! What a beautiful maple forest!"

This is the first time Meng Xiaoxiao saw a maple tree in her life. She once learned a text in which the vivid description of the red leaves of Xiangshan left a deep impression on her heart.

Since then, it has become Meng Xiaoxiao's persistent dream to go to Xiangshan Mountain in Beijing to see the warm maple trees.

Now, although she didn't really go to Beijing Xiangshan, she was brought here by Ning Feng because of an unexpected crossing, and saw the same red maple forest in full swing.

This maple forest is as bright as sunset glow and red as flame. Meng Xiaoxiao believes that the red scenery here is by no means inferior to the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain in Beijing.

I couldn't help bending down to pick up a red leaf that fell on the ground. The shape of the leaf was like a lovely palm, red and gorgeous, and like a red mountain flower in full bloom.

Between sighs from the bottom of my heart, Meng Xiaoxiao blurted out a famous poem praising the ages: "stop and sit in the night of love maple forest. The frost leaves are red in February flowers. I finally know that's it."

"Xiaoxiao, is this your sentence? It's really wonderful!" Ning Feng looked at her with admiration and favor: "I always think your talent is better than many modern poets and celebrities. Xiaoxiao, you can become an unparalleled female talent."

"Er... I didn't write it. This poem was written by a man surnamed Du." Meng Xiaoxiao smiled shyly and thought, if I have this talent, I will become a post-90s beautiful writer in modern times. Can I run away from home for no reason? To this point?

"Surnamed Du? Who is that? How do you know?" Ning Feng flashed a doubt in his eyes, looked at Meng Xiaoxiao and said with a joking smile: "since there are such talented people in the world, they should not be buried. Xiaoxiao, you should recommend to the emperor and entrust an important task, and this person will become a pillar of the country."

"But... Well, he has been dead for many years." Meng Xiaoxiao said with a smile. After a pause, she suddenly remembered that the dynasty she passed through was probably before the Tang Dynasty, otherwise Ning Feng wouldn't know Du Mu's famous sentence.

That is to say, at this time, Du Mu was not born at all.

So she smiled and said, "maybe he hasn't been born yet. In short, he doesn't exist in this world now, so we can't recommend him to the emperor."

"Xiaoxiao, where did you hear his two poems?" Ning Feng looked at her in surprise and looked thoughtful.

I always feel that the girl I love is a little different from before. With a bit of unspeakable mystery and strangeness, even his words become so incoherent and nagging.

"I... Heard it in my dream. Now I often have some experts to give me dreams and tell me some strange things." Meng Xiaoxiao thought about it and prevaricated with dreams like when he told Xiao Moxuan about robots last time.

Ning Feng didn't speak, but he still looked at Meng Xiaoxiao with his deep and exploratory eyes.

Meng Xiaoxiao was in a panic and felt that he was about to be seen by his penetrating eyes, revealing his original appearance.

"It seems hoary frost on the floor in one year, withers and thrives once each year. Lush grass on the plains, and the wind is blowing away."

Meng Xiaoxiao recited with great interest, and almost moved out all the Tang poems she could remember.

"Xiaoxiao, I know. I believe you heard it in your dream. Don't recite it." Ning Feng gently called her name and interrupted Meng Xiaoxiao's endless recitation meeting.

"Do you really believe it?" Meng Xiaoxiao stopped and looked at Ning Feng with her clear and innocent big eyes.

"Yes, I really believe it." Ning Feng also looked at her gently, with an unspeakable pet in his eyes.

In fact, he didn't believe these words at all. The classic poems were heard by Meng Xiaoxiao in his dream.

He felt that something unusual had happened to Meng Xiaoxiao, otherwise she would not have forgotten all the previous things and could not remember anything. He suddenly knew so many popular but unknown poems.

However, since Meng Xiaoxiao didn't want to tell him the truth, he wouldn't force her to say it.

As long as he is Xiaoxiao and happy.