Chapter 346 Blowing a breath of fairy air at him

Author: Yulou people drunk

Chapter 346 Blowing a breath of fairy air at him

He said lightly, "It's not bad."

Then he looked at Gu Qianzhou and said, "You can try it too."

Su Shuangluo raised her hand and poured a cup for Gu Qianzhou, saying softly, "Princess Chu, please use tea."

Gu Qianzhou picked up the teacup, put it on his lips and sniffed it lightly, then took a sip. It was sweet and dense, and the taste was good. It was not that the tea was brewed much, but that the tea leaves were good.

He smiled and said, "It's very delicious. I didn't expect Su Siyao to make tea so well."

Su Shuangluo pursed her lips and smiled humbly, "The Princess Chu was awarded."

The Empress Dowager said that the tea was good, and Gu Qianzhou also said that the tea was good, but after they tasted it, they never met the cup of tea in front of them again.

Su Shuangluo sat there with her eyebrows down, looking humble and gentle, with a faint shadow under her long eyelashes, and her expression could not be seen.

The Empress Dowager looked at Gu Qianyu and said, "Aren't you talking about the interesting things about Jiangnan? Let's continue to talk, and the Ai family will listen."

The emperor was interested in hearing the Empress Dowager and smiled, "Pick more interesting stories to talk about it to relieve the Empress Dowager."

Gu Qianyu responded respectfully, "Yes."

It was not nervous, but thought for a while and said, "Once I went to Jiangnan and stayed in a temple. In the winter, the wind was bleak, and the grass and trees were withered. Only two peonies stood side by side behind the mountain temple, blooming brilliantly

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The young couples who burn incense around them will come to worship these two peonies, and only say that after worshiping the peonies, they will be able to sing harmoniously and have a happy marriage for a hundred years."

The Empress Dowager was indeed curious, "Why is this? I only heard that I worship Bodhisattvas and gods, but I have never heard of worshipping peonies."

Gu Qianyu smiled and said, "That's right, my daughter is also curious. After asking the abbot, she realized that there is a reason here.

It turned out that many years ago, a scholar was studying here. When he saw a peony at the door was about to die, he carefully watered it every day.

Not only did it water it carefully, it also talks to it every day and recites poems for it. Day after day, the peony actually resurrected and blooms beautiful flowers in the winter.

The scholar was overjoyed and watered it more carefully, writing more beautiful poems for it. Day after day, one person and one flower accompanied it through the long spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The spring of the following year, the scholar and Peony Flower Yiyi bid farewell to Beijing for the exam, but they did not expect that they were beaten to death and threw themselves into the mass grave because they provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked.

That night, it was raining heavily, and he, who was clearly dead, suddenly became resurrected.

He had a dream, dreaming that a beautiful fairy in white kissed him and blew a breath of fairy air at him. All the scars on his body recovered and did not hurt at all.

When he woke up, his mind was full of the figure of the fairy, he was obsessed with his soul, and he couldn't think of food and food, and he dreamed of it at midnight.

He went everywhere to find her, but the world was so big. How did he find a girl in his dream?

Later, I met a monk who was enlightened.

He asked, how to find the fairy in his dream?

Why do you need to find a monk and Taoist? The fairy is by your side.

The scholar was puzzled.

The monk who has attained enlightenment in enlightenment, planting the causes and bearing fruits, you saved a peony flower spirit, but the peony flower spirit finally gave you the essence, allowing you to resurrect.

The scholar seemed to understand something, and returned to the temple where he was studying. When he went to the back mountain, he saw that the peony flowers that were originally blooming all year round had withered, leaving only a dry rhizome.

The scholar hugged the dried rhizome and cried into tears...
Chapter completed!