The male concubines were waiting outside. When they saw Ting Qingyu coming out with a rosy face, they all felt happy and walked happily towards the mountain. There were flowers blooming along the way, luxurious colors everywhere, and the warm sun was shining brightly. Xiu'er
Xiaoyu and I were playing and wandering among the flowers.
"Princess, look, there are so many flowers over there!"
"Wow, princess, the trees here look like people."
"Yu'er, are you tired?"
Voices of joy echoed on Kunling Mountain, where there were countless flowers. Ting Qingyu was smiling, her face was as beautiful as a flower, and her flaming eyes were shining. Just like when she had just traveled to Changbi Palace, after the wind and rain, she was still a
Ting Qingyu with a bright smile.[
Ting Qingyu kept this day in the deepest part of her memory forever. Many years later, she was still so emotional. Thinking back to the beginning, it was a kind of silent happiness.
"Come on, let's all have something to eat. We've reached the top of the mountain. Let's take a rest." Cheyue said with a smile. Indeed, it took an hour and a half to finally reach the top of the mountain. The mountain was not high, but everyone was still out of breath climbing up.
When Che Yue just went up the mountain, she deliberately brought some dry food with her. Now here, everyone is drinking water and eating steamed buns, and they are very happy and harmonious.
Cheyue put all the things into everyone's hands, leaving a roasted chicken wing for Ting Qingyu, because he knew that her favorite food was this kind of roasted food, and Ye Zhao's cooking skills were completely in the 21st century.
The chicken wings were copied and grilled until they were fragrant and sweet. Ting Qingyu burst into cheers when she just ate them, while Che Yue was still smiling heartily.
"I'm really afraid that I'll get angry after eating so much grilled food." Ting Qingyu frowned, but faced Che Yue's thoughtfulness and the allure of the chicken wings, she still took it without hesitation.
"Do you want me to feed you?" Cheyue smiled gently and wanted to take the chicken wings from Ting Qingyu's hand.
"No, I can use my left hand." Ting Qingyu shook her head and began to eat heavily regardless of the image.
The cold wind howled, blowing down bursts of colorful flower petals. In the shower of flowers, Ting Qingyu laughed sincerely.