Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

After what just happened, Jiang San didn't want to talk. Along the way, the only sound was the sound of Jiuli flipping through the pages of the book. Until the carriage stopped in front of Xuanhu Temple, the driver Qingnu spoke.

"Master, we're here," Qingnu's words woke up Jiang San who was lost in thought, and made Jiuli raise his head from the book.

"My dear wife, let's go downstairs. I can't wait to see the plum blossoms," Jiang San said with a smile.

He turned around, stretched out his hand to Jiuli, and pulled her out of the carriage without saying a word. What came into view was the solemn and dignified mountain gate.

"Master, we still have some distance to go to the mountain. The vegetarian restaurant and the courtyard have already been prepared." Qingnu said beside him.

"Well, well done," Jiuli praised casually, and took Jiang San up the stairs to look at the scenery along the way.

The long stone steps led directly to the gate of Xuanhu Temple. As it was already 9:00 p.m., people were coming and going in front of the gate, and vendors were everywhere, sketching out a colorful picture.

Perhaps it was because it had snowed before, the golden roof above Xuanhu Temple was looming, and the fairyland-like Zen atmosphere was overwhelming.

"My dear wife, I want to hang a marriage tree. Do you have anything to write about?" Jiang San stood in front of the old tree hugged by four people and turned his head to smile at Jiuli, revealing two beautiful little fangs.

Jiuli rubbed his forehead. He was really still young. He couldn’t be watched at all. He ran away without paying attention. While he was thinking, his feet had already walked past.

"Write if you like. I'll help you hang it up when you're done," Jiuli rubbed Jiang San's hair in an intimate manner.

"Then write 'Grow old together, worry-free years'." Jiang San asked for a piece of paper and wrote a few big words on the side. His handwriting was neat and straight. He picked up the paper and blew on it. After it was dry, he put it into the red brocade bag.

"I've written it. I'll trouble my wife to throw it up there," his eyes lit up as he looked at Jiuli, "I'll hang it on the top branch, and that will surely make my wish come true."

"It's all up to you," Jiuli chuckled.

He took the brocade bag and threw it onto the tree. The brocade bag floated up with the wind and hung on a high branch, swaying slowly in the wind.

"My wife is so awesome," Jiang Sanxing praised with his eyes wide open. He put his arms around Jiuli's arm and glanced around proudly.

"My dear wife, look, so many people are looking at you," she said with a jealous and dissatisfied tone, and glared at the young man who was looking at her.

"Why are you jealous?" Jiuli led Jiang San upstairs, "The vegetarian food over there should be ready, let's go and try it."

"Oh, my wife is so good, so naturally I want you to belong to me alone. Do you think I am jealous?" Jiang San looked at the two people holding hands with satisfaction and suddenly said.

"No, you care a lot."

After turning around the corridor, we arrived at the guest courtyard. The courtyard was not big, with only four houses and a separate small kitchen.

The table in the main room was filled with Xuanhu Temple’s unique vegetarian dishes, including stir-fried lettuce leaves, three vegetarian dishes, blanched tofu, three kinds of rice, and a pot of kelp soup, which had a unique and sweet taste.

Not long after lunch, Jiuli took Jiang San out to the back mountain to see the plum blossoms.

Going up along the bluestone path, you will see large patches of bright red plum blossoms blooming on the branches, and people walking in groups of three or two with their friends.

"I want to go down and play." Jiang San pulled Jiuli's sleeve with a look of longing. He hadn't played in the snow for a long time.

"No, you are weak. Don't forget what the doctor said." Jiuli refused mercilessly.

"I'm much better now." Jiang San muttered, looking up at Jiuli, "I haven't been sick this year."

"That won't work either. Just sit here and watch." Jiuli pulled Jiang San to sit down in the pavilion on the rockery.

Qingnu and his men laid curtains around the place, covering it tightly. Even the stools were covered with soft cotton pads.

"Look, aren't the plum blossoms over there in full bloom?" Jiuli pointed to a branch of red plum blossoms not far away. "Look here? Hmm?"

"Okay, then I will reluctantly agree to my wife's request." Jiang San decided to stop while he was ahead. Hehe, his wife coaxed him.

When Jiuli noticed a pair of women under the rockery, she tilted her head and gave Qingnu a look. Qingnu nodded slightly and disappeared from the spot with a light step.

Another plain-looking woman stood in Qingnu's position and continued to guard, looking left and right with her hands on her waist.

"Wife, what are you cooking?" Jiang San, who had been looking at the plum blossoms for a long time, turned around, sat next to Jiuli, and stared at the teapot.

"Boiled osmanthus milk," Jiuli fanned the small stove.

"It smells so good. My wife has prepared everything. I only brought pastries." Jiang San's face was full of admiration.

"You can drink it after a while. What did you see?" Jiuli supported her forehead with one hand and looked at Jiang San who was coming closer.

"It's very beautiful, and it deserves to be famous in the town," Jiang San's eyes flashed, "My wife, please bring me here often in the future."

Jiuli reached out and pinched Jiang San's cheek. It was a little fleshy. It turned out that she was good at raising children. Look how cute they are.

"Wife?" Jiang San lowered his head, his ears turned red.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste. It's too windy today to go down the mountain. We'll go back tomorrow." Jiuli changed the subject.

As if he was hiding something, Jiang San took a sip and squinted his eyes in satisfaction. It was sweet and delicious.

"It's delicious. I wish I could drink it every day in the future." After drinking a glass, he handed the empty glass over, his eyes lighting up.

"As long as you don't feel sick of it, you can keep drinking it," Jiuli continued to fill it up, "Remember to have someone cook it before you drink it."

"I understand. My wife, you are so kind. I have to keep a close eye on you." Jiang San hugged Jiuli's waist and rubbed his face against hers.

"Stop it, we're outside." Jiuli pushed away the head that was nestled on her shoulder. Why was she becoming more and more clingy???

"No, my wife, what's wrong with me hugging you?" Jiang San shook his head and continued to hug her.

"Clingy," Jiuli chuckled and pressed the person into her arms, "Let me see, you think it's cold now, right?"

"My wife is the one who knows me best," Jiang San said with a smile on his face. The tip of his nose was a little red from the cold. "It's really cold."

"I was still outside collecting firewood at this time when I was at the Jiang family. I couldn't go home without a load of firewood," Jiang San casually mentioned his daily life at the Jiang family.

"No matter what, they raised me, and I want to go home and see them." She pulled Jiuli's sleeve and said in a soft voice.

"Okay, let's go home and pick a time for you to go and see him?" Jiuli touched Jiang San's hair, what a good boy.

But she knew that this boy had a smooth face but was actually completely black, and she was afraid that he was going to cause trouble, but she supported him.

"My wife is the best. I like her the most." Jiang San said with a smile and kissed Jiuli on the cheek.

"You are always good at making people happy." Jiuli pinched Jiang San's cheek, her tone was full of indulgence, "Is it fun?"

"Yeah, I will definitely have fun," Jiang San nodded with a devil-like smile. He was such a well-behaved boy, how could he do anything bad?