Qifeng Mountain in the north of the city has beautiful scenery. Even in the cold winter, when other places are covered with snow and freezing cold, it is still as warm as spring here.

Just as Han Yichen said, when Hua Qingcheng got off the carriage, she saw a constant stream of carriages and pedestrians coming and going in front of the Xiangyang Temple.

Although Han Yichen's masters were all Taoist priests and nuns of the Zhengyi Sect, belonging to a different faction from the Quanzhen Sect, Han Yichen, who had been strolling in the Tongtian Taoist Temple in Xuanyi Valley since he was a child, still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he stepped into the Xiangyang Temple.

Xiangyang Temple is built on the hillside of Qifeng Mountain. It is quiet, spacious, peaceful and elegant, with beautiful scenery. It is isolated from the mundane world and makes people feel relaxed and happy.

After entering the Sanqing Temple and paying homage to Yuanshi Tianzun, Daode Tianzun and Lingbao Tianzun, Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen followed the crowd and headed towards the back mountain of the Taoist temple.

"I didn't expect that the incense here is so popular!" Looking at the crowded Taoist temple, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Xiao Qingcheng, you don't know that more than half of these people come here just to see the red roses." Han Yichen smiled slightly, and his pair of charming eyes looked sparkling in the sunlight, especially moving.

"Then I'll have a good look at how gorgeous this legendary red rose is."

Hua Qingcheng curled her lips into a smile. This Xiangyang Temple attracted a large number of believers with just its scenery. Isn't it just like a popular check-in spot for internet celebrities in modern times?

"Achen, hold my hand tightly and don't let the crowd bump into you."

There were far more people coming to the Taoist temple than Hua Qingcheng had expected, but she held Han Yichen's hand with one hand and pushed away the crowd with the other hand, always keeping Han Yichen under her wings.

Han Yichen, holding hands with Hua Qingcheng, felt warm in his heart as he looked at his little wife who was taking good care of him. His eyes were curved like silk, and his face was filled with a sweet smile full of happiness.

Passing by ancient and solemn temples dedicated to various gods, Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen would occasionally encounter some Taoist priests wearing dark green Taoist robes and Tai Chi buns on their heads, who were either meditating or practicing swords and boxing in the garden.

After walking for about two quarters of an hour, Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen finally arrived at the legendary Red Rose Garden that attracted countless people to come and watch.

Before she even approached the red rose fields, the breeze already carried wafts of its rich fragrance. Moving forward, she saw a boundless ocean of crimson. Hua Qingcheng felt as if countless dazzling crimsons were sweeping toward her.

Gazing at the gorgeous blossoms in full bloom, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but smile. It turned out that the red roses Sanlang had mentioned were actually red roses. A gentle breeze blew through the sea of ​​flowers, bringing bursts of fragrance. The flowers swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if whispering to each other, showing off their graceful and charming movements.

"Xiao Qingcheng, the red roses are beautiful, aren't they?"

Han Yichen tightened his hands, which were interlocked with Hua Qingcheng's, and smiled at her, looking very happy.

"It looks good, but it's too bright and red, so much so that it hurts my eyes." Hua Qingcheng said helplessly and dotingly.

Although Hua Qingcheng felt that these red roses seemed to be blooming a little too gorgeously, and the bright red color made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable, she couldn't resist Han Yichen's love for them, so she accompanied him to watch.

"That's true. The red roses here are indeed more charming and more gorgeous than those elsewhere. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people coming here to admire them." Han Yichen nodded slightly.

Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen walked hand in hand in the sea of ​​red flowers. Han Yichen's heart and face were full of happiness.

"Ugh~"

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Han Yichen suddenly felt a wave of nausea rushing straight to his head.

"Achen, are you okay?"

Looking at Han Yichen who suddenly started to feel nauseous again, Hua Qingcheng looked worried.

"Xiao Qingcheng, I'm fine. I don't know if it's because the fragrance in the flower field is too strong, but I suddenly felt like vomiting just now." Compared to his previously rosy face, Han Yichen's face was slightly paler now.

"Achen, since the fragrance of the flowers makes you uncomfortable, let's stand further away and watch."

"Okay."

Han Yichen is now pregnant, and he knows that this is not the time for him to be willful.

Soon, Hua Qingcheng took Han Yichen out of the sea of ​​flowers and sat on a big rock not far from the flower field.

"How is it, Achen, do you feel better?" Hua Qingcheng gently stroked Han Yichen's slightly pale face with heartache.

"It's indeed much better, and not as disgusting anymore." Han Yichen's expression was slightly relieved.

A quarter of an hour later.

"It's almost noon, Achen, why don't we go have lunch first?"

"Okay."

Although Han Yichen had no appetite, for the sake of the baby in his belly, he obediently followed Hua Qingcheng to the dining hall of Xiangyang Temple, and the two of them found a table and sat down.

"Xiao Qingcheng, Xiangyang Temple is famous not only for its red roses, but also for its vegetarian dishes. I heard that their vegetarian dishes are very good. You must taste them later." Han Yichen said happily.

"Just listen to Achen. You wait here, I'll go get the food."

Hua Qingcheng smiled slightly. If she weren't in a Taoist temple, she really wanted to kiss Han Yichen's handsome face.

"Xiao Qingcheng, you are the head of the family, you make the decision." Han Yichen suppressed the upward curve of his lips and enjoyed the caring care of his young wife.

After about a cup of tea, Hua Qingcheng came back with two bowls of rice and a few plates of vegetarian dishes on a tray.

"Achen, as you said, the vegetarian dishes here seem to be well-cooked. I brought you fried mushrooms, fried black fungus, fried bamboo shoots, and a plate of fried tofu." Hua Qingcheng said as she brought the food on the tray to the table.

"Xiao...Xiao Qingcheng, ugh..."

For some reason, as soon as Han Yichen smelled the vegetarian dishes, his stomach started churning and he began to vomit violently, spraying the food Hua Qingcheng had prepared all over the place.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

"I'm sorry, Xiao Qingcheng. I...I didn't mean it."

Han Yichen didn't know why, but he felt like vomiting one after another today, and it was even worse than his usual morning sickness attacks.

"It's okay, Chen. The most important thing is that you're okay. It's just that we can't eat these meals anymore, so we have to throw them away."

"Xiao Qingcheng, how about... let's go back to the city and eat wontons on the street."

Han Yichen looked at Hua Qingcheng with a hint of apology. He didn't know why, but he suddenly didn't want to eat anything here.

"Okay~"

"I'll listen to Achen."

Hua Qingcheng knew that pregnant men always had strange tastes that could change at any time, so she didn't get angry at Han Yichen. On the contrary, Hua Qingcheng was very patient with this third husband, almost obeying his every command and trying her best to make him happy.