Biquge mobile terminal I have never really seen peach blossoms, only know that peach blossoms are enchanting, gorgeous, and fragrant. It's just that from Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Nunnery, I yearn for her incomparably. But Qingyi took it seriously now, carefully looked at the peach blossoms, smelled the peach blossoms, kissed the peach blossoms, and at that moment liked the peach blossoms, got drunk in the peach blossoms, and got drunk in the peach blossoms that flew like snowflakes.

Hua Xiangrong followed behind Han Qingyi, while sighing that the beautiful scenery of Rusi should only exist in the sky, all kinds of peach blossoms compete with each other, some are pink, some are red, some are small, and some are gathered in a small cluster, and even the air has a hint of sweetness.

A palace appeared not far away, standing at the foot of the mountain, Ah Da took them all the way forward, to the door of the peach blossom hermitage, only to see three gilded characters in the sunlight reflected everyone's eyes.

"Miss Han, this is the Peach Blossom Nunnery that our son built for you. After we go in, we will give you the mountain deed and the house deed and the title deed. Childe said, since you yearn for Tang Bohu's life, then build a peach blossom nunnery for you, and you can come here to live the life you want to live when you are in a bad mood. As long as you need it, there are inside, if there is a shortage, you can tell it directly. ”

Han Qingyi took a few deep breaths, suppressed his excitement, and said lightly: "Please help me thank your son-in-law and tell him that Qingyi likes it very much." I like it very much. He had a heart, but the gift prepared for his birthday was not given to him after all, and Qingyi still felt very regretful. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, your son-in-law is so hearty." Hua Xiangrong said busily on the side.

"Then let's go in, Miss Han, please!" Ah Da stretched out his hand to greet him.

I saw that the entrance is a zigzag verandah, and the stones under the steps are spread into a road. There are two or three small rooms above, one bright and two dark, and there are beds and chairs in them. There is a small door from the inside room, and out there is the backyard, where there are large pear blossoms and plantains. There are also two small transepts. A gap suddenly opens under the wall of the backyard, the clear spring is a faction, the ditch is only a few feet, poured into the wall, around the edge of the house to the front yard, circling under the bamboo.

Go further in only to see the beautiful trees and green onions, the strange flowers are burning, a clear stream, from the depths of the flowers and trees to the zigzag under the stone gap. A few steps further, gradually to the north, flat and wide, both sides of the flying building plugged in, carved embroidered sills, all hidden in the col between the branches. Looking down at it, then the clear stream is pouring snow, the stone pierces the clouds, the white stone is the column, the edge of the pond is embraced, the stone bridge is three ports, and the beast face is spitting.

Han Qingyi didn't know how big this room was, but he was just wondering if he would get lost when he walked inside.

I thought this was the end, but Ah Da told her that this was not the end yet. The real end is still inside.

So the three of them continued to walk back.

At the back of this palace, there is actually a thatched house. And next to this thatched hut there is a cultivated vegetable garden, neatly displayed in front of them, there are also vegetable seedlings in the vegetable garden, because it is too small, she can't recognize what it is for the time being, and the side of the vegetable garden is surrounded by a fence, Hua Xiangrong ran over to take a look, it turned out that there were some little chickens and ducklings in captivity.

At this moment, a beautiful sound of the piano drifted in the wind.

Han Qingyi seemed to be stunned.

Could it be him, didn't he go back to the capital?