Dragon King relies on green tea

This spice shop is called "Gui Xun", which actually originated from this painting.

Anna May...

It's Anna May again...

It was already 300 years ago, and Zi Sang Yanshu still hasn't forgotten the slightest bit.

The immortal's lifespan is so long, if he leaves in the future, how long will he remember it?

"Ache?"

Seeing him standing in front of the painting and losing his mind, Zisang Yanshu called softly behind him to bring him back to his senses.

"That's all..." Ye Junche sighed in his heart, "No matter in the past or in the future, only now is the most important time to seize."

Throwing away all the haze in his heart, Xiang Zisang said with a hearty smile, "Jing Qian found a lot of good places, today is His Majesty's birthday, there is a lantern festival at night, the street is very lively, and I haven't seen it in many years." I’ve seen the lantern festival in Lidu, and I happened to watch the lantern with Yanshu today.”

In the world, every festive season is the busiest time, and people always have various reasons to celebrate or commemorate.

Usually at this time, the market will be very lively.

In the past, when Liu Shuang was around, it was the most difficult and chaotic time for Ruiji.

At that time, Ruiji was not long after it was first established, internal strife continued, and foreign enemies were pressing hard. The people were struggling to survive.

So at that time Zisang Yanshu hadn't seen the prosperity of the world.

And later...

Later, he promised to guard the prosperity of the capital, but he never dared to see the prosperity of the capital.

Until now, walking on the busiest street in Lidu, the lanterns one after another dazzled his eyes, what he saw was not the dazzling lights.

He just wanted to find the young man who was walking on the street with him in the crowd of people like running water and the dazzling lanterns, and hear the calls in his ears.

"Yanshu..."

"Yan Shu, do you think this little dragon lantern looks good?"

"Yan Shu, let's go and light the lights, shall we?"

Every time he called, he would answer "yes" with a smile.

In fact, looking for a return can also be, looking forward to one person's return, but not knowing where to find...

Ye Junche picked two exquisite lotus lanterns from the lantern market, handed them to Zisang Yanshu excitedly, and said excitedly: "Yanshu, in the world, as long as you write your wishes on the lanterns, let the lanterns float away with the water, The farther you drift, the more blessed you will be."

Zisang Yanshu stood on the bank with a lantern, but he didn't write anything on it.

He turned his head sideways, looking at Ye Junche and Jing Qian who were earnestly writing their wishes.

After Jing Qian finished writing, he looked up and saw Zisangyan's book was motionless, so he asked, "Isn't Mr. Zisang writing?"

"No." Zisang Yanshu shook his head lightly, and said, "People in the world will pray to the gods in the sky. The destination of all water flows is the sea, and the farthest these lights can reach is the sea. My wish The sky does not dare to accept it, and the sea cannot tolerate it."

Jing Qian scratched his head in embarrassment, and said embarrassingly, "I forgot, Mr. Zisang is a god, so naturally there is no need to pray to heaven."

Zi Sang Yanshu had no intention of putting down the lotus lantern in his hand, he knelt down and asked softly, "What is the young master asking for?"

Ye Junche immediately covered the lantern, moved aside, and smiled slyly: "You can't make a wish, otherwise it won't work. Although Yanshu is a god, you can easily fulfill many ordinary people's requests, but Things that are too easy tend to lose their meaning, and Yanshu still leaves me with a sense of mystery."

"Oh—" Zisang Yanshu's tone was drawn out, and he turned his head away from looking, but he was curious about what Ye Junche would write on the lamp.

The lotus lantern he held in his hand was clean, and he carefully blocked it with his hands, so that even a little bit of dust in the wind would not contaminate it in the slightest.

Ye Junche looked up and saw the clean lamp. He didn't write a single word on the note, so he said, "Don't you write your wish in Yanshu? Yanshu is a god, and you will have a wish in your heart. Write it down." It’s also a thought.”

The lotus lantern held in the palm of his hand was exquisite and beautiful. Zi Sang Yanshu carefully put his hand away, and was still a little reluctant to put it in the water.

Reluctantly holding the lotus lantern in his palm for a long time, he still blinked his clear eyes and asked Ye Junche expectantly, "Then...will you give me other gadgets later?"

Like a child begging for sweets, Ye Junche suddenly couldn't hold back and burst out laughing: "Okay, this street can buy you what Yan Shu wants, and the Yonghou Mansion is not short of money."

"Okay!" Zisang Yanshu tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth happily, the dimples on his cheeks looked very cute.

"Yanshu, let's take a formality and leave a thought." Ye Junche handed the handcuff to Zisang Yanshu, his eyes full of anticipation.

Zisang Yanshu hesitated for a while before writing three words on the note.

"willing to return"

He was waiting for someone for a long, long time...

In the boundless Three Realms, I don't know how many places I ran, I don't know how many corners I searched, but I still couldn't find it...

When Ye Junche accidentally saw those three words, his heart tightened, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

But seeing Zisang Yanshu's serious and expectant expression, he felt inexplicably distressed.

There was a faint sadness in the air, and he didn't want to let this atmosphere stay for too long, Ye Junche immediately joked: "No wonder Yanshu doesn't want to start writing, Yanshu's characters... have to practice..."

It really wasn't Ye Junche's intentional ridicule. Zisang Yanshu's handwriting was so different from his cool and handsome appearance. If Ye Junche hadn't seen him handwriting with his own eyes, I couldn't believe the crooked and unreadable words. The three characters are from his hand.

However, the Dragon King didn't care about his handwriting, he just said with a little regret: "I didn't practice handwriting well at the beginning, and then I didn't have the chance..."

It's about the man who doesn't return...

Ye Junche felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and immediately thought of the scene in his dream, that little boy was always bad at learning calligraphy, and every time he picked up a pen, he had to play tricks...

Could the little boy in the dream be him?

This idea is like a raging fire on the prairie, once it ignites, it will be out of control...

When the three lotus lanterns went away along the water, Ye Junche was still thinking about the three words on Zisangyan's book lantern...

There are hazy dreams, why such a coincidence?

When Zi Sang Yanshu turned his head and saw Ye Junche staring at the water, driven by curiosity, he still wanted to know what Ye Junche's wish was.

A strand of his spiritual consciousness quietly floated to the surface of the water, opened the note on the lotus lantern, and clearly saw the wish on the note.

There are only four words: Zisang Yanshu.

Zisang Yanshu couldn't believe the person in front of him at all, his wish was only his own name, his wish...

it's me...

Watching the lotus lantern go away, Ye Junche naturally grabbed Zisang Yanshu's hand and walked to the lively market.