April 4th, Qingming Festival.

On this day in previous years, Emperor Jiuxiao would bring a bottle of good wine, buy a bouquet of his mother's favorite flowers, stay in the cemetery alone, and sit all day.

Mu Xueran knew that country Z had the custom of sweeping tombs on Qingming Festival since ancient times, in fact, she wanted to ask Emperor Jiuxiao if he wanted to sweep the tombs of his parents, but she was afraid that if she mentioned it, it would make him feel uncomfortable.

He hesitated until he had breakfast.

"Mu Mu, what's wrong?" Di Jiuxiao found that she wanted to speak many times and stopped, so he took the initiative to ask.

Mu Xueran pursed her lips and said cautiously: "Today is the Qingming Festival, do you want to ......?"

Emperor Jiuxiao understood, it turned out that his Mu Mu was worried about himself, gently pressed her in his arms, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, his heart was extremely satisfied, and his eyes were also tender.

He rubbed his head on her neck, and said softly, "Mu Mu will go with me." ”

"Good. Mu Xueran nodded.

After simply packing up, the two went to the flower shop first to buy a bouquet, which was a white hosta flower.

Hosta flowers, the flowers bloom quietly, its flowers are white and flawless, not stained with a trace of dust, nor competing with other flowers, beautiful and refined, elegant and dignified.

"The high emotions are shocked to the upper realm, and the peace and tranquility stand in the dust. ”

"What a white jasper hairpin, reflecting the beauty of the lady. In order to make the beauty noble, hold out a string of hostas. ”

......

are all in praise of hosta flowers.

Mu Xueran thought that the emperor's mother should also be as tranquil, generous, noble and elegant as the hosta flower.

The cemetery is at the foot of Heyi Mountain in the eastern suburbs, the terrain is relatively open, and the eyes are green.

In the distance, a waterfall is vertical and steep, the wall is like a knife, and the waterfall more than 40 meters high seems to fall from the sky, the smoke rises, and the clouds and mist are filled.

It makes the cemetery more profound and tranquil, peaceful and peaceful.

The emperor's father and mother were buried together.

In front of the tombstone, Emperor Jiuxiao took Mu Xueran's hand, quietly looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said in a low voice: "Dad, Mom, I brought my daughter-in-law to you." ”

Emperor Jiuxiao said in his heart: Mom and Dad, we got married last year, I'm sorry to bring her to see you now, Mu Mu is very good, she is the only girl I have recognized in my life, I will love her very much.

The emperor's mother is as delicate and gentle as she saw in the photo album before, and the emperor's father is also unsmiling, not angry but mighty.

Mu Xueran held Emperor Jiuxiao's hand tightly, and said seriously: "Dad, Mom, I'm Mu Xueran, your daughter-in-law, I like Emperor Jiuxiao very much, and I will always be by his side." ”

I will love him well for you, so that he will not be alone anymore.

......

When they came out of the cemetery, it was still early, and the two went to the temple on the mountain.

The temple is on the top of the deep mountain of Heyi Mountain, and the magnificent temple is covered with antique and solemn atmosphere.

The incense in the temple is prosperous, and there are many people, there are tourists who come out to go out, and there are also pious guests who come to pay tribute and pray for blessings.

The reason why Mu Xueran asked him Emperor Jiuxiao to come here was because she had heard Xi Shaoxun say that the Guanyin statue in the Panruo Temple was very effective, and as long as she made a wish, it would come true.

Although she is an atheist, she also wants to give it a try and pray under the idol of the god.

......

In front of the statue, Mu Xueran knelt on the futon, folded her hands, closed her eyes and said: "Before I met him, my hands were covered with blood, but those people deserve to die, and I never regret it."

After meeting him, I began to feel a sense of guilt, maybe love is too beautiful, I don't want the past killing to tarnish it, so I buried those former gloom deeply, I just want to go on happily with Emperor Jiuxiao. ”

Emperor Jiuxiao didn't know what she was thinking, and asked, "What wish did Mu Mu make?"

"With you all the time. ”

Hearing this, Emperor Jiuxiao smiled, are they considered to have a heart?

"Emperor Jiuxiao, there is a lottery over there, should we go over and take a look?"

Mu Xueran was just curious, so she pulled Emperor Jiuxiao and walked over.

An old monk wearing monk's robes and kind eyebrows, his shrewd gaze swept over the two people with extraordinary temperament, and said kindly: "What do the two donors want?"

Mu Xueran looked at the "marriage" and "career" written on the table, then looked at Emperor Jiuxiao, smiled and said a little playfully: "Emperor Jiuxiao, do you want to ask for our marriage?"

He only believed that the marriage was in his own hands, and Emperor Jiuxiao shook his head and said lightly: "Let's go." ”

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Mu Xue ran in place and didn't move, but pulled his sleeve, his dark brown eyes were full of anticipation and curiosity, stretched out his index finger, and said a little coquettishly: "Just give it a try and smoke one." ”

The old monk's charitable gaze fell on the two, and watching their interaction, the smile in his eyes deepened.

Emperor Jiuxiao was helpless and looked at the two bamboo tubes on the table.

The old monk pushed one of the bamboo tubes forward, "Please draw one at will." ”

Emperor Jiuxiao really took out a bamboo stick very casually.

Signed: "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world." If you want to send colored notes and rulers, where do you know where the mountains and rivers are?"

Emperor Jiuxiao frowned, not knowing where his sweetheart was? What kind of ghost is this.

With a look of disgust, he handed it to the old monk.

The old monk took it and looked at it, and nodded knowingly, "Please draw another one from the donor." ”

Emperor Jiuxiao's face was a little dark, and he was very impatient to draw another one, and handed it directly to the old monk without looking at it.

The old monk looked at the sign and smiled, then glanced at the Emperor Jiuxiao, whose face was not very good-looking, and read: "Suddenly looking back, that person is there, and the lights are dim. ”

The deep voice is distant, with a zen feel.

The two signatures were very simple, and Emperor Jiuxiao's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"

I saw the old monk with a kind and mysterious smile on his face, put the two sticks back into the bamboo tube, and then said unhurriedly: "If there are ups and downs in the marriage, the northwest is directional, and the willows are bright." ”

After the two left, the old monk shook his head and said: "Life is a lover, this hatred is not about the wind and the moon, it is really rare." ”

It seemed to be muttering, and the voice was very soft, as if it had disappeared with the wind.

Mu Xueran didn't see the sign in front of her, and on the way to the old mansion, she couldn't help but ask, "Emperor Jiuxiao, what does the monk mean?"

Emperor Jiuxiao said lightly: "It's nothing, we will always be together." ”

But he was a little irritable in his heart, and said in his heart: If there are ups and downs in the marriage of Laoshizi, the old monk must be fooling people.

The old house of the emperor.

The old man received a call from his grandson and learned that they were coming, so he immediately asked Zhang's mother to prepare a table of meals.

"Grandpa. ”

The old man said with a happy face: "Hey, dye girl, come over and let grandpa take a look." ”

"Thin, is that stinky boy not taking care of you?" As he spoke, the old man blew his beard and glared at the Emperor Jiuxiao next to him.

“......”

Emperor Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows, the little woman in his family had a small amount of food, and he didn't dare to let her eat more, so he could only eat less and eat more, and in the past six months, the meat on her body has indeed not grown at all.

Mu Xueran said with a smile: "Grandpa, Emperor Jiuxiao is very good to me, and I have gained two pounds recently." ”

The old man of the emperor will be suspicious, "Really?"

"Really. Mu Xueran nodded.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, "That's good, I'll let Mother Zhang cook all the meals you like, eat more in a while." ”

"Thank you, grandpa. ”

Looking at the warm interaction between the two, the corners of Di Jiuxiao's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he suddenly felt as if he had become an outsider.