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In the late spring and April of this year, the flowers and plants in this small city were flourishing with lush trees. Thick, faint clouds of green were shrouding the city, and the air was filled with a fresh smell of water. The time in the small city, in the green cloud of water and smoke immersion warm and slow, simple and quiet.

In the farmyard at the edge of the city, the seventy-eight-year-old grandma Ye slowly sat under an orange tree in the northeast corner of the small courtyard with her eyes closed, slowly rocking in her bamboo chair, enjoying the warm April sun.

The rocking chair had been sitting for many years, and had long since become as smooth as jade. There was a small teapot and a dry tobacco pouch on the table beside her. The old lady of the Ye family was basked in the sunlight until she felt so comfortable that she wanted to sigh.

She still wanted to sigh. It was her granddaughter in the kitchen.

She had two sons. After her wife died, she separated the two sons, and she lived with her boss.

Tomorrow, April 18th, was a good day for her second brother's family to marry their daughter-in-law.

This was the first boy of her grandchildren to be married. The eldest son and his family excitedly went to help, leaving her alone. The two sons put together the smallest granddaughter, Tangerine, to cook for the old woman.

Thinking of her granddaughter, Old Madam Ye's smile broadened the wrinkles on her face. "How is this asking her to take care of an old granny like me? She's obviously being mischievous and not allowing her to get involved with the wedding!"

Listen, that little girl is hurting her kitchen.

The twelve-year-old Tangerine wasn't mischievous at all. She was seriously cooking for her grandma.

A little fat and thin pork was chopped, a fish was deboned and minced, a mushroom was minced, salt with pea powder, ginger with chopped onions, a little raw pepper, stirred in one direction, and boiled in the soup made from the bones of the fish. It became a soft and tender meatball soup, with a few pieces of white and tender tofu in the soup, and a few slices of green and oily cabbage cooked together — for the toothless grandmother to eat, which she melted in two sips at most, which was simply not too perfect.

She had chopped the pork and put it in a small basin. After dispersing the fish meat with the back of the knife and removing all the small thorns remaining in the fish meat, he finished the most detailed and patient part of the dish. Ye family's granddaughter, Ye Zimu, happily started to chop up the pitiful fish meat.

While chopping, he recited, "Monk Tang is riding on a horse with Sun Wukong following behind him. Sun Wukong is running very fast. There's a pig type monster following behind him …"

Old Madam Ye closed her eyes, while her toothless mouth trembled slightly.

The little girl was too cute. Give her more New Year's money this year!

The sound of galloping horses could be heard on the avenue outside the courtyard. Five to six horses galloped past the courtyard. Old Madam Ye opened her eyes and only had enough time to see a shadow dart past her.

Unlike Bashu's pony, these horses were extremely tall and handsome, especially the one at the front. Their fur shone with a light golden, silk-like soft light under the sun's rays.

"Heh, I really can't remember. Sure enough, I did read about a rider …"

Before the old lady could retract her gaze, the group of people turned around and came back.

When they met, the old lady was the first to cry out in joy: What a handsome child!

The teenager on the horse was about 15 or 16 years old. His skin was extremely white. The old lady had never seen jade before, and there was no snow in Shu. She could only compare this young man with the tofu at home, hmm, even whiter and more tender, so white that it was almost transparent under the sunlight.

The boy's nose was high and straight, his facial features clean and clear. His eyes were as black as paint. The sunlight danced between his thick eyelashes, causing a deep pool of water to appear.

The good-looking teenager rode his horse closer. He bowed politely towards Old Madam Ye through the short bamboo fence and asked, "Madam, may I ask, how do I get to Sanjiang Ferry?"

Before Old Madam Ye could react, a little pink figure rushed out from the kitchen. She had just decided to raise her new year's money when her little granddaughter, with sparkling eyes and drooling mouth, rushed towards the immortal-like youth in embarrassment.

He shouted in embarrassment, "Wow, so handsome!"

So handsome, so handsome!

Ye Wen's mouth was half-open, and his eyes were glued to it, but they were unable to tear it off. The desire in his eyes was so direct and naked that he wanted to touch it.

Li Chenbai sat on his magnificent horse and looked at the little girl on the ground.

She wore a pinkish white dress with countless tassels embroidered on the hem. She was light and lively, brimming with vitality. Her small round face, the pink of her cheeks, and a pair of deep dimples. Her eyelashes curled up to cover a pair of large black eyes. At this moment, stars were about to flash within those eyes. Keep an eye on him, uh, the horse.

An interesting little girl with the innocence of being doted on by her family.

Li Chenbai laughed, and asked again: "May I ask Miss, how do we get to Sanjiang Ferry?"

Ye Wen noticed that there was someone behind him and exclaimed in admiration at the owner of the horse. He was stunned for a moment before raising his right hand to point the way, "Go this way, to the left of the tree and then to the right of the road …"

In her hand, there was a shiny kitchen knife. He raised his hand and waved the kitchen knife, the blade swept past Li Chenbai's eyes. Li Chenbai subconsciously leaned back, and the servant behind him reacted extremely quickly.

Li Chenbai waved his hand and the sabers quickly retreated, as if they were just illusions.

Li Chenbai admired the little girl's constantly changing face, then followed her gaze and looked down. When it landed on his clothes, his face turned dark.

The piece of fish that was attached to her kitchen knife, after being vigorously waved by her, became a ball of powder, and flew out of the kitchen knife.

Ye Wen felt a little guilty, and reflexively did the same action that she usually did when she felt guilty.

Widget tilts her head back, squints her eyes, and smiles at him with her little nose wrinkled.

This smile had never failed.

To the youth Li Chenbai, the killing power was just as amazing.

In the quiet and secluded forest, the sun brought out a warm halo in the air, sifting through the leaves and leaves. A few specks of dust lit up and extinguished in the crisscrossing light and shadow. The delicate bamboo fences were covered with thick and light pink roses, and two or three butterflies were fluttering in the air.

The soft, tender, and pink girl with the cardamom was standing behind the wall. She was smiling brightly in the spring.

Li Chenbai looked at her small appearance, then looked at the hem of his clothes. Suddenly, he cracked a smile and extended his hand to grab onto her small hand. With a twist, Ye Chonglou's kitchen knife flew out of his hand and headed straight for a small bodyguard.

The little guard was well-trained. He raised his hand and took the knife. He was so skilled at it, as if they had practiced this way countless times before.

Ye Zimo's eyes followed the trajectory of her kitchen knife and landed on the body of the young guard. Suddenly, he felt something tighten around his waist, and he flew into the air lightly. When he came to his senses, he realized that the young man had already picked her up and placed her in front of him.

Li Chenbai turned towards Old Madam Ye and said, "Old man, let your granddaughter lead the way. Don't worry, it won't hurt her." Then he instructed the little guard, "You stay and take care of the aftermath." With a pinch of the horse's belly, Ye Zimo, who was shouting excitedly, rushed out.

How exciting! Ye Wen Mu was so excited that his face turned red. He quickly reached out his hand to the horse that she fancied.

The horse's mane was indeed as soft and smooth as he had imagined!