After lunch, Xie Xuanchen woke up after a short sleep.

His sleepiness has been getting shorter and shorter recently, and he can stay awake for about four hours a day. After Xie Xuanchen woke up, Mu Mingtang put a cape on him and went for a walk in the garden with him.

It is said to be a walk. In fact, the vegetation is bleak, and everything is withering. There is really nothing beautiful about it. The reason why Mu Mingtang still needs to take Xie Xuanchen for a walk every day is actually that the significance of exercise is greater than the enjoyment of scenery, and the significance of speaking alone is greater than relaxation.

After all, people around Xie Xuanchen and Mu Mingtang stared at them all day. Only when the door was closed at night and when they went out for a walk, they could have a little private space. It is not completely safe to speak at night. Instead, it is a walk outside. The venue is wide and there are no people in sight. It is more suitable for whispering.

Mu Mingtang secretly noticed that the tail was far behind, and then lowered his voice. He tried to pretend to be a commonplace man and asked: "This morning, the emperor sent a reward again for our pit Jiang Mingwei. You said it should be Accept?"

"Accept it." Xie Xuanchen had expected, "He loves to spread his fame, and especially likes to use his reputation to dishonor his noble conduct. It is not twice or twice anyway, just accept it with peace of mind."

"But didn't he deliberately destroy your reputation?"

Xie Xuanchen was a little surprised that Mu Mingtang had such a big reaction. He looked at Mu Mingtang and saw Mu Mingtang in a huff. He smiled: "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he seemed afraid of Mu Mingtang's unbelief, and added: "The name of the person who controls the power of the person. Renyi Lixin, originally used by those in power to control those nerds. I am afraid that you only need to get a reputation when you marry a wife. But now that you have a wife, fame doesn't matter anymore."

Mu Mingtang sounded incomprehensible, she digested for a while, then quietly asked: "So we just accepted it?"

"Well." Xie Xuanchen nodded. "Relax, everything has me."

This sentence is really reassuring, Mu Mingtang unconsciously let go of it. After she was in a relaxed mood, she also had a thoughtful joke: "It's too much to think of us like this. Obviously we bullied people, and in the end, the parents of the other party also sent a generous gift, which is too much."

"It can be a little more." Xie Xuanchen said, "Everything has to be done once it starts. Since he established this tolerant and generous image for himself, he has to continue to make up for the hole in order to unite his words and deeds. Although you spend money No matter how much he spends on buying what he likes, he will definitely make it up in the end."

"Really?" Mu Mingtang was surprised. Is there such a good thing?

Xie Xuanchen smiled gently: "You might as well try it."

Mu Mingtang's eyes widened, and he looked at Xie Xuanchen suspiciously: "Don't lie to me, I will take it seriously."

Xie Xuanchen was not very happy to hear these words: "You don't believe me? Even if there are no outsiders, I won't be able to afford you."

"How come." Mu Mingtang quickly coaxed Xie Xuanchen back, and said, "You are my life-saving benefactor and hero, and it means to me to be a reborn parent. I just don't believe in myself, and I will also believe in you ."

Xie Xuanchen was very helpful in listening to it. When he heard "reborn parents", the eye knife immediately flew out: "What is blind, what reborn parents?"

Mu Mingtang choked and retorted: "But this is how it is said in the drama. The life-saving grace is not worth repaying, so I have to be a cow and a horse in my next life, and form a knot. I am still good, reborn parents, Anyway, this life can report."

"The drama you are watching is too old. Isn't it popular now that it's life-saving grace?

"The show you are watching is too old. This is a scene that my father and mother are too scumbag."

The two of them did not know why they started arguing about who was outdated, attacked each other, and finally moved out of their popular games in their childhood to prove that the other side was too backward.

Mu Mingtang's native place is in Xiangyang, and it is certainly not as good as the capital, but it is better than Xie Xuanchen. Xie Xuanchen was four years older than Mu Mingtang. It was a fatal injury. In the end, the younger kid Mu Mingtang was slightly better.

Mu Mingtang was very proud after winning the game. She was content with satisfaction, but when Xie Xuanchen didn't speak, she was embarrassed to show her triumph so clearly that she had to change the subject and asked the only color left by the roadside and asked: "Look, What flower is that?"

Xie Xuanchen glanced and blurted out: "Dahonghua."

Mu Mingtang's prepared romantic sentiment was blocked in her throat. She froze for a moment, then turned her head and asked incredulously, "What are you talking about?"

Xie Xuanchen had to take a closer look, and then said: "That's right, it's big and red, isn't it a big red flower."

This answer was too strong, and Mu Mingtang didn't answer for a long time. After a while, she pointed a tea plum far away and asked, "What about this?"

Xie Xuanchen looked up and saw that it was red, and said reasonably, "Little Red Flower."

Mu Mingtang was so angry that he had nothing to say. She was almost angry, and asked: "Then my name is Begonia, if you let you call it, wouldn't it be Mu Xiaofenhua?"

When Mu Mingtang finished speaking, he found Xie Xuanchen smiled, and he became more and more unable to converge. She waited for a while with her face, and the more laughter she saw the man, with no intention of stopping, she was finally annoyed: "Are you still laughing?"

Xie Xuanchen will hold back, but he immediately thinks of Mu Xiaofenhua and laughs out loudly.

Mu Xiaofenhua, thanks to her, came up with it.

Xie Xuanchen laughed out loud, although later he refrained from laughing, but his eyes were still bright, Can Ruoxingchen.

Mu Mingtang was accustomed to his arrogance and indifference, as if smiling even soaked in coldness, this was the first time she saw Xie Xuanchen smile so real.

Mu Mingtang suddenly felt a little distressed, and even he laughed "Mu Xiaofenhua" and did not care about it.

Mu Mingtang said with emotion, "I used to think that my father's naming level was too poor. Now think about it. Fortunately, my father is not you."

"Daughter girl, don't fight if you don't make an analogy."

"Shut up!" Mu Mingtang glared at him, took out the posture of his former master, and literacy for Xie Xuanchen very seriously, "I just referred you to Chamei, the former one is frost chrysanthemum, not a little red flower big Red flower."

Xie Xuanchen listened patiently for a long while, and even followed Mu Mingtang's instructions to distinguish the roots, leaves and stems of the flowers, but there was no real difference: "Is it? How do I think it looks similar."

"It's almost the same. You see, this one has thin and many stamens, thin petals, no thorns on the branches, and the calyx has stalks, so it is plum. Begonia is also red, but it is not the same as plum."

Xie Xuanchen heard dizziness, what is this and what. However, when Mu Mingtang talked about the flowers of Begonia, it seemed that he opened the conversation box, and said: "In the past, we planted a begonia in the yard of our house. I was born just right. My father saw the flowers blooming densely and vigorously. I was named Mingtang. I hope that like Begonia, I don't have to suffer from the severe cold of plum blossoms, and I don't need the high cleanliness of lotus and orchid. I only need to make a tree of Begonia. It's a lively spring."

Xie Xuanchen is even more troubled with the silk begonia. Even if these flowers have names, there are still classifications in them? In fact, he didn't even know anything about Begonia.

But Mu Mingtang said seriously, and slowly recalled more things: "In the past, when I celebrated my birthday every year, my father and mother would collect petals to make wine and bury them under the begonia tree. My father also said that he would bury at least ten Qitan wine, let the man finish drinking when he meets his relatives. If he can't finish drinking, he won't let the greeting team enter."

Mu Mingtang originally remembered with a smile, and then slowly lowered back. Her birthday wine was not buried in the Seventeen Altar, and her father and mother did not see her get married.

Mu Mingtang lowered his eyes, his mood was very low. Xie Xuanchen suddenly asked: "How do the petals make wine?"

Mu Mingtang looked up at him in surprise, and Xie Xuanchen had no expression on his face, saying: "Although I haven't paid attention, the gardener should plant Begonia in the garden. Wait to find it next year, and then bury the new and old together . Such a large garden, you can never bury your seventeen altar."

Mu Mingtang's eyes were originally sour. When he heard his words, his nose started to sour, and he almost shed tears: "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she asked again: "Will you come with me?"

Mu Mingtang's voice is still crying, and his eyes are looking forward to sincerely, as if waiting for a lifetime commitment. Xie Xuanchen stopped, he had wanted to say that he might not be able to live next April, but he couldn't say anything in his eyes.

"it is good."

Mu Mingtang's eyes suddenly brightened, as if the stars exploded in her eyes. Mu Mingtang wanted more and more to look forward to, and kept telling him how to make wine, how to use the fallen begonia petals, and where to bury the wine. Xie Xuanchen had no romantic feelings since he was a child, never caring about what the moon looks like in Mid-Autumn Festival and how the flowers are in early spring. But at the moment listening to Mu Mingtang's words, Xie Xuanchen suddenly wondered what Haitang looked like.

When Mu Mingtang's father saw something, she gave her such a name.

After being forced into the thief ship, Zhang Taiyi had to be concerned about Xie Xuanchen's body. Because of too much eyeliner during the day, Xie Xuanchen quietly turned the window at night and came to Zhang Taiyi for pulse diagnosis.

After checking the pulse of Dr. Zhang, today, while packing up, he couldn't help but ask: "His Royal Highness, your recent body recovers quickly, why?"

Zhang Taiyi probably knows his physical condition better than Xie Xuanchen himself. Because Xie Xuanchen came every night while Dr. Zhang was on duty, about once every five days, the pulse diagnosis was very regular. Zhang Taiyi has been practicing medicine for many years, and his experience is very old. Although Xie Xuanchen's pulse was gradually strong, but it was tepid, and he jumped very much, as if the next moment might become better immediately, or it might collapse completely. But in recent days, Xie Xuanchen's pulse has been steadily getting better quickly.

This change made Zhang Taiyi amazed. These days he has been watching Xie Xuanchen with his own eyes, knowing that the drugs and diet have not changed. What is it that can produce such a near-impossible effect?

Xie Xuanchen withdrew his hand and casually stretched his sleeve: "It's nothing, but I feel a little sorry recently."

Zhang Taiyi wanted to ask, what regret? But Xie Xuanchen had stood up, and the expression did not mean to talk in detail. Zhang Taiyi also suppressed curiosity, and asked nothing.

Xie Xuanchen and Zhang Taiyi nodded and took advantage of the night to return to Yulin Tang. Obviously, Mu Mingtang didn't know about his going out at night.

If he guessed right, Mu Mingtang is now slightly crooked, trapped in a bedding and sleeping heavily.

Evening wind is low, Xie Xuanchen can see the lights of Yulintang at a glance. There was his dormitory, where he was imprisoned, and his home.

Why regret? His wife's name is Tang. It would be a shame if he didn't know what Begonia looked like in his life.

He will live at least until April next year, accompany Mu Mingtang to fulfill her birthday wish, and see what the world was like when she was born.