Jiang Xiaoran coughed lightly, and raised his eyebrows, "I'll just say it casually."

"That ancient ginkgo tree is of the same sex. I heard that the marriage peach tree in Biyue Lao Temple is alive. Anyway, you all have to go to see the lights. It's not bad to go under the tree to see the scenery, don't you think?"

Ye Siming recognized it in his heart, but his face remained calm and solemn.

He saw a wicked smile on Jiang Xiaoran's face.

Immediately frowning and urging: "Not leaving yet? Isn't Miss Xie waiting for you at home?"

Jiang Xiaoran quickly stood up: "Let's go, I'll go back now."

When he reached the door, he turned around and smiled meaningfully: "Buddha's birthday is once a year, Si Ming, you can seize the opportunity!"

After Jiang Xiaoran finished speaking, he saw Ye Siming's eyes twitched, as if he was about to start.

He hurriedly closed the door with a slap and slipped away.

Ye Siming sat alone in the private room, he looked at the delicious peach blossom dessert on the table, the color was as delicate as Gu Nuo'er's cheek.

Involuntarily, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his stern and rebellious face also showed a chuckle.

He has already decided that on the night of the Buddha's birthday, he will tell Gu Nuoer his thoughts in Taishi Temple.

It doesn't matter if she wants to accept it or not.

The boy's love is surging, and his heart is hot, hoping to land in the hands of the only girl he loves.

...

The next day, the weather was fine.

The beautiful girl Tang Yiwan was walking on the palace road. She had just invited An Xie'en to the queen, and she planned to return to the Fanghua Hall.

Before Wan Guizhi was stung by a wasp on her face, she somehow offended the imperial concubine.

While he was still in the house, he was dragged out by two aunts who rushed in.

The Xiu Nv who lived next to her was frightened that night, and she didn't tell herself that it was her who put laxatives in Wan Guizhi's minced meat soup that night!

It's a pity that she was eaten by Tang Yiwan.

So, the beautiful girl was also kicked out of the palace.

Now there are only Tang Yiwan and another beautiful girl named Chen Xiang left in Fanghua Hall.

Seeing that the one-month deadline for the draft is coming to an end, they haven't been able to see the emperor yet.

Empress Du probably sent them to ask for peace in order to appease the few beautiful girls.

Chen Xiang has a quiet personality and doesn't like to talk. As soon as she came out of Queen Du's palace, she walked quickly.

Tang Yiwan had to go back alone.

On a summer afternoon, the golden tiles were washed brightly by several days of heavy rain, reflecting a sparkling scorching light.

The heat wave and the dry wind blew slowly, and there was not a palace servant in sight on the palace road.

When Tang Yiwan passed through an arch, she suddenly stopped, and then slowly stepped back.

She opened her eyes, startled by the scene in front of her.

In the garden where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant and the trees are shaded, a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a thin lotus green dress, sleeps under the tree.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her small face the size of a slap was a tender red.

The curled eyelashes are thick and black, and the dark clouds on the temples line up Sai Xue's skin, making it the most beautiful person Tang Yiwan has ever seen.

Behind her is a group of begonias, charming and gorgeous flowers, but they are not as beautiful as a girl!

She slept peacefully like a flower fairy.

Tang Yiwan even breathed lightly, for fear of scaring the "fairy" away.

At this moment, an Oriole bird jumped to the branch above the girl's head and began to cry.

Tang Yiwan waved her hand and whispered, "Go go go!"

Just a few sounds woke Gu Nuoer, she opened her misty eyes, and Tang Yiwan looked at her, thinking she saw the most beautiful pair of glazed gems.

Tang Yiwan hurriedly said: "Yes... I'm sorry, the little girl didn't mean to disturb your rest. It's that bird... it's..."

She seemed to have forgotten to turn her tongue.