Chapter 590

The sleep was sweet and undisturbed. It was Ziyuan who woke her up.

When I saw Mu Heng at breakfast, he obviously didn't sleep well, with a faint cyan around his eyes. Chen min'er knew what was going on, so she was embarrassed to ask more.

Mu Heng looked good at her. He was happy and said, "you came skillfully. I went to Meilin early in the morning. A heavy snow last night urged the plum blossoms to open."

"Really? I have to go and have a look." Chen min'er's eyes lit up. She has been thinking about the beautiful scenery of the ten mile fragrant snow sea, but there is no second place in the capital.

He said he would put down the dishes and chopsticks. Mu Heng gave her a steamed stuffed bun: "don't worry. The plum tree doesn't have feet and won't run. Eat this steamed stuffed bun first. It's Ziyuan's unique skill. Try the mushroom and green vegetable bag."

The purple kite on one side heard the Lord praising her and smiled shyly.

"It's made by Ziyuan. I'll try it." Chen min'er drank a bowl of porridge and ate two steamed dumplings. He was full, but he still wanted to sell Ziyuan a face.

The steamed stuffed bun skin is soft. When you bite it down, it suddenly has the smell of chicken, mixed with the fragrance of mushrooms and cabbage. It is really delicious.

"Another small bowl of porridge" Mu Heng motioned Ziyuan to serve porridge to Chen min'er.

Chen min'er frowned and said, "I'm not a pig. I can't eat so much."

"You're too thin. You should eat more." Mu Heng said, his eyes subconsciously glancing at her chest, and his heart said, there's still some meat there.

When Chen min'er found out that the place he was staring at was not a place, he immediately blushed and glared at him. The heart said, do you dislike my small chest? Don't touch me next time.

What a beautiful misunderstanding.

The porridge is millet porridge, but the ingredients inside are heart-saving, with lily, medlar and red dates. It is rotten, soft and delicious. I wonder if he eats so delicately on weekdays, or he specially prepared it for her.

Forced by him, he almost ate. Chen min'er rubbed his swollen stomach and complained, "it's all your fault that I have to eat so much."

Mu Heng smiled faintly: "just go and take a few steps."

Ziyuan took a gorilla felt with a circle of white fox hair around it, and Mu Heng tied it for her personally. The bright red color added a layer of blush to her white skin. It became more and more beautiful. If there were no servants, Mu Heng couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Seeing his eyes burning, Chen miner was already familiar with them. He was a little shy. He took his hand and said, "let's go to Meilin."

In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night spread into the spring of heaven and earth.

The snow covered mountains and green plum trees are more beautiful than last year.

"Mu Heng, you've made a good bet. It's estimated that the little Marquis who respects the country will regret his green intestines." Chen min'er is very distressed for the little marquis. What a good place. There's no gambling appointment.

Mu Heng was quite proud: "I heard he got another ten mile peach forest. I'll bet with him another day and get the ten mile peach forest. Then we'll go to the peach forest in summer and the fragrant snow sea in winter."

Chen min'er looked at him speechless for a few seconds: "you are too cruel."

I really feel sad for the little marquis. It's not easy to get a good place, and some people miss it again.

Mu Heng picked his eyebrow and smiled, "why don't I buy the back mountain of another hospital and plant ten miles of apricot forest? It's also very beautiful."

"I'll take care of you." Chen min'er climbed down a green plum and put it on the tip of his nose. It's cold and fragrant, refreshing.

"The first snow on the green plum is very fragrant for making tea." Chen min'er said. In the past, there was a plum in their yard. When the plum blossoms were blooming, she and Xinyi would move a earthen pot to collect the snow of the plum blossoms and bury it in the soil to make tea for her father.

"Really?" Mu Heng turned to Gao Lang behind him and said, "go get some pots."