readx;? Ling Caiwei watched Yan Feiying get into the carriage until the carriage disappeared into the night, and the snow water crushed by the wheels splashed out of the mud. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The white snowflakes fall in the wrong place and eventually turn into mud.

Ling Caiwei sighed, and Nan Ronglie hugged her into the carriage.

The coachman, thinking that they were seated, raised his whip and threw it in the air with a "crackling" sound, and the two tall horses rushed out at the command.

Ling Caiwei was led back by inertia, and when her head was about to hit the carriage, Nan Ronglie's big hand appeared in time to cushion the back of her head.

"Drive carefully!" Nam Rongyeol said unhappily at the driver.

There was a "Obey" from outside, and the carriage slowed down.

"Are you alright?" he took her hand and put it in his palm, helping her warm up.

Ling Caiwei smiled and shook her head, put her finger on his wrist, and frowned after a while to blame him: "Your body can't stand the cold." After standing for so long, go back and take a medicinal bath to force the cold in your body out!"

"If you accompany me, I'll soak!" Nan Ronglie leaned his body over the scoundrel, his eyes flooded with countless peach blossoms.

Ling Caiwei blushed and pushed him away: "Bastard!

Nam Youngyeol moved to her side again, almost squeezing her into a corner. He was next to her, and even when she scolded him, he felt happy.

Although he didn't appear in the Qin Palace, everything that happened at night had already been reported to him by the spies of the Iron Blood Pavilion.

Hearing that his woman stirred up such a big wave in the Qin Palace, Nan Ronglie regretted that he couldn't see it in person at the scene. Especially missed her dance.

Although he only looked at the figures under the lights through the gauze tent, he yearned for it when he thought about it.

However, as long as she is by his side, there is always a chance to see her beautiful dancing.

"Wei'er, do you like that Yong'an Palace, if you like, I'll make you a bigger one!"

Ling Caiwei looked at him, not understanding whether he knew the purpose of her going to the Qin Palace. However, he was able to wait outside the palace gate in the snow to explain that someone must have informed him of her whereabouts.

"Have you been to the Yong'an Temple?"

"Of course. Qin Wuya invited me to go!"

"Why did you go, when did you ask you to go?" Ling Caiwei felt as if he had a secret to hide from him.

Nan Ronglie pinched her pointed chin: "You answer my question first, do you like Yong'an Palace?"

Ling Caiwei thought about the landscape she saw tonight, the design was exquisite, ingenious, especially the glass window above the octagonal pavilion that could be opened, when the snowflakes drifted in, she was stunned in the pavilion. She will never forget that scene. Qin Wuya is indeed ingenious and surprising.

"I don't like it!" Ling Caiwei looked away, not wanting him to know that she was lying.

"I really don't like it?" Nam Rongyeol was a little disappointed.

He thought that when she danced, he would be happy to see snowflakes flying in the sky. That's what he asked Qin Wuya to design for her performance. And she said she didn't like it.

His eyes, which were still shining just now, instantly dimmed.

"I really don't like it!" Ling Caiwei was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so she repeated it again.

Nam Rongyeol let out an "oh" and asked, "Then what do you like?"

Ling Caiwei thought for a moment and said, "I like the valley!"

"Really?" Nan Ronglie's originally depressed mood became agitated again. The valley was the place where his relationship with her took a leap, and the days in the valley were also the happiest and calmest time they got along.

She likes the valley, doesn't that mean she likes him?

"Shall we go to the valley together for the rest of our lives?" Nan Rongyeol grabbed her hand, eagerly awaiting her answer.

"Not good. You are the future king of the southern kingdom, do you want to give up avenging your mother!"

Nam Rongyeol looked helplessly at this sane terrible woman, not understanding why she couldn't be selfish.

In fact, when he asked her "okay", Ling Caiwei wanted to nod and tell him: Okay.

However, she is getting married. Hopeless promises can only break his heart more, it is better to extinguish his hope with cold water, which is good for him and her.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

After a long time, Nan Ronglie said as if he suddenly remembered something: "There is Yishu's whereabouts, and the master asked me to take her back." I'm going to the north tomorrow, and you're waiting here for me to come back, okay?"

Ling Caiwei was happy and a little sad when she heard that Yishu had found her.

"Good. I'll wait for you to come back together. ”

Since fate has arranged a destination for everyone, she chooses to follow the arrangement this time.

Nan Ronglie took her in his arms, put his chin on the top of her head, sniffed her hair, and was reluctant to give up.

Fool, wait for me to come back to rob my relatives, wait for me to come back and get married. You must wait for me to come back.

**

News came out from Yue's Mansion that Yue Feng's illness could not be cured for the time being, and he had to recuperate for a period of time. The marriage with Qin Wuya did not say goodbye, only postponed.

In order to ensure Xue An's safety, Qin Wuya temporarily kept him by his side and arranged an errand for clerical work.

In a blink of an eye, it is the eighth day of the lunar month.

The Liufu Garden is full of lanterns, and there are red happy characters everywhere, and the corridors and trees are hung with big flowers made of red silk, and strings of red lanterns are hung under the eaves. It turns out that the gray and cold winter is dressed up in red and is festive and lively.

Xi Niang stood beside Ling Caiwei, holding a comb to grate her head while reciting auspicious words: "One comb to the end, two to comb the white hair to the eyebrows, three to comb the children and grandchildren all over the ground and ten combs to the husband and wife to the white head." ”

Ling Caiwei sat quietly on the embroidery stool, looking at the rouge face in the mirror blankly, her eyes were full of empty darkness, like a whirlpool enveloping her all the way to the depths.

Her hands clasped tightly. Just like when Nam Rongyeol shook her tightly on the day he left, he didn't want to be separated.

"Ten combs until the couple's white hair. Xi Niang sang the last sentence again.

The woman in the mirror, dressed in a red shirt with a blank look, suddenly burst into tears.

Two lines of warm tears rolled down her cheeks and into her mouth.

It's bitter. It's really bitter.

Ling Caiwei curled the corners of her mouth and looked at the woman who was crying silently in the mirror, and she showed a shallow smile at the beautiful face in the mirror.

Perhaps, this taste is her later life.

"Oh, princess, why are you crying? Good luck, good luck!" Seeing Ling Caiwei's tears, Xi Niang nervously recited a happy song to drive away bad luck, and commanded the palace maids to help Ling Caiwei wipe away her tears and reapply her makeup.

"Miss, are you alright?" asked Yueshang worriedly.

Ling Caiwei shook her head silently, she was fine. She's fine. What could she do? She's just keeping her word. But why did her heart hurt?

Why does she want to cry all the time? Why does she want to endure it but can't help it! She knows that this is her happy day, not a substitute for marrying someone else. Qin Wuya announced to the world that he was married to Ling Caiwei.

That's a great honor. What man would dare to offend the powerful for her. She should be happy. But why can't she be happy?

She thinks so much about Nan Ronglie.

Nam Young-yeol, where are you?

(To be continued.) )