Gu Chenxiao and Xia Yuzhi sat on the railing, and saw the lights in the distance, the birch candles were faint, and the flowers and trees were deep and meandering, getting closer and closer. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Knowing that it was Yiren Fang's trace, Gu Chenxiao got up with a smile and made a farewell gesture to Xia Yuzhi.

Obviously, the bridge was demolished after crossing the river, and he and his sweetheart were about to see each other, and he was in the Pillow Xia Pavilion with his sweetheart, but he couldn't ask for it. Xia Yuzhi exhaled sullenly, drank the last glass of wine, and gave Gu Chenxiao a roll of his eyes.

Feeling timid, seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the Water Pavilion, Murong Wei took Yingluo's hand, but hesitated and stopped. On the contrary, Xia Lanxin next to her retreated Yingluo, patted her arm lowly, and held her hand.

Facing a wide body of water, the scenery is different from the view from the pavilion. When Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin arrived at the river, they sprinkled the full moon on the water, reflecting the starry sky.

Looking down at a piece of water, Murong Wei let out a low exclamation.

At some point, the water surface was covered with pale pink river lanterns, and under the candlelight, it was as bright as the Milky Way in the sky. At this end of the bridge, only Xia Yuzhi stood under the tree, with a look of annoyance on his dignified face, and pointed to Murong Wei at the other end of the bridge: "His Royal Highness King Ning is waiting for you there." ”

At the head of the bridge stands a mottled stone monument, which still retains the original imprint. The simple and vigorous seal script, I don't know which ink writer of the previous dynasty, mentions the majestic word "concentric".

Whether it was a coincidence or deliberately, Gu Chenxiao chose to meet here. Even Murong Wei, a local, only knew that the ancient tree in the orange orchard prayed for blessings, but he didn't know that there was a bridge named "Tongxin" in the Pillow Xia Pavilion.

"Go ahead, Avi. It is not easy to hold happiness in your own hands, and you always have to work hard. Just like the night of Qinglian Terrace, my third brother and I were waiting for you at this end of the bridge. Xia Lanxin didn't know whether she wanted to talk about Murong Wei or her own heart, and showed her a look of encouragement.

Vermilion lanterns were lit on both sides of the bridge, and tassel-thin tassels swayed softly in the wind, like a low sigh.

Slowly taking a few steps forward, standing on the arch bridge that was paved like a curved wave, Murong Wei could see Gu Chenxiao on the opposite bank reclining on the other side, watching her approach from a distance, revealing a drunken and dustless smile.

snapping his fingers and chuckling, there is a tacit understanding, and in an instant, it seems to have passed through a thousand years.

Gu Chenxiao put the flute in his hand between his lips, and the sound of Qingyue's flute poured out with the moonlight, which was more touching than the moonlight. is also like the night of the Shangyuan Festival, it is Murong Wei's favorite "Phoenix Yu Fei".

Today's birthday celebration, Murong Wei wore the clothes given by Guo Shanggong in accordance with the palace rules that day, wearing an alizarin red Luo skirt with a silver gauze shirt that reached the ground, and her black hair resisted the wind, becoming more and more like a fairy.

The sound of the flute was not like the world, it was tactful and melodious, floating in the night sky, and Murong Wei's blood was boiling when she heard it, and she walked forward slowly.

The long river embankment and the river lamps in the water reflect each other, and the Qionghua is like mercury, and the slender figures of Murong Wei and Gu Chenxiao are projected under the shade of the flowers at the bridgehead, blown by the wind, and there is only the beauty of the sky.

Gu Chenxiao stepped forward while playing the flute. The flute in his hand, the lingering flute sound seems to tell his heart, the night wind blows the hem of his robe, and the red gold dragon embroidery is particularly eye-catching, as if he wants to be in the wind to resist the immortals.

The two looked at each other and smiled, affectionate to each other, but they didn't need to say much.

Just like on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, Murong Wei bent her waist backwards in a low voice, but she never suppressed her light and sweet singing. Accompanied by the singing, her stretched arms slowly rose, which was the gesture of "Phoenix in Flight".

Gu Chenxiao's flute sound seemed to have a tacit understanding, and she closed her rhythm in the blink of an eye, singing and flute, flute and dancing, and the two were seamless. The feelings of the earth and the wilderness are gentle and natural, just like the flowing water under the bridge, thin and trickling.

Only acquaintance with lovesickness is loneliness.

Gu Chenxiao couldn't wait for August, and there was not a day when he was far away in Kangnan who was not suffering.

As long as he thought of Murong Wei bidding farewell to him in Qinglian Terrace, the beauty of the white clothes and blue skirts was infinite, and Gu Chenxiao's heart had already flown over thousands of mountains.

That day, the purse that Qinglian Tai secretly untied had been hidden in his sleeve, and he had to rub it several times a day, so he seemed to be closer to Murong Wei.

On the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, seeing the moon and thinking about people, Gu Chenxiao suddenly figured out his mind. After sending someone to deliver the letter, Gu Chen suddenly made a bold decision, wanting to follow his heart bravely.

What Gu Chenxiao admires most about his father over the years is that his father honestly followed his heart back then, knowing that returning to the palace was full of difficulties and dangers, he still had a deep affection with his mother and chose to walk together.

Now that it's his turn, no matter what separates him from Murong Wei, Gu Chenxiao has to break these shackles.

According to the news sent back by Lieqin, June 13 was Murong Wei's fourteenth birthday. Gu Chenxiao hurriedly dealt with the affairs in the army, left a letter for his mother, and left the palace silently.

With only a few entourages, Gu Chenxiao traveled day and night to celebrate Murong Wei's birthday on June 13.

I still remember that in the Moon Gazing Xiaozhu of the Shangyuan Festival, I met Murong Wei by chance. She led the close-fitting palace maid to put river lanterns, and on the calm water, there were river lanterns scattered like flowers in the water. It seems to be dotted with stars, all of which are placed on the surface of the water by Murong Wei.

Tonight, by the Pillow Xia Pavilion, Gu Chenxiao also imitated the Yi people, prepared a river lamp full of lakes, and wrote his lovesickness.

When the flute of the phoenix Yu Fei blew, Murong Wei's graceful figure was retracted. He beckoned to Murong Wei, natural and familiar. Murong Wei was not pretentious, and naturally walked to his side, showing a knowing smile.

Wandering by the water's edge, Gu Chenxiao bent down to pick up a river lamp and solemnly handed it to Murong Wei's hand.

There was a thin silk in the river lamp, which was still a clear iron pen, and Murong Wei recognized Gu Chenxiao's handwriting. Slender as dust, but every word is thousands: I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.

If the moonlight is like wine, when tonight, Wen Yilan falls asleep, and he doesn't want to wake up again. The past life and this life are constantly overlapping, and countless pictures in front of him are intertwined, one is Gu Chenxiao's tattooed face, and the other is his smiling face in the beautiful sound of the flute.

I want to laugh and cry, and my eyes are already wet, like glass.

Murong Wei bent down to pick up another lamp, and it was still the same handwriting and the same words.

On the side of the Pillow Xia Pavilion, there are ninety-nine lanterns scattered, which has been taken for a long time. In each lamp, there is the acacia under Gu Chenxiao's own inscription, which is dyed by the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, Gu Chenxiao's handsome face was extremely dazzling, and he gently stretched out his hand to Murong Wei, who hesitated for a moment, and finally firmly put his hand into Gu Chenxiao's palm.

There were only the two of them on the river embankment, and the moonlight stretched the figures of the two of them long, just like the moonlight on the night of Qinglian Terrace.