Chen Zhihua's gentle fingers stroked Chen Yinghua's satin-like black hair, and wrapped her wind-blown braids for her.

Once upon a time, it was Chen Yinghua who smiled and said like pearls, sitting here joking about Chen Zhihua, who was red-faced, and watching Chen Zhihua's rouge drunkenness stain his eyebrows.

Now it's her, bowing her head and twisting the silk handkerchief sprinkled with golden peony flowers between her hands, listening to the second sister detailing her marriage.

Chen Yinghua vaguely remembered that at the palace banquet the day before yesterday, a young man in purple clothes and jade belt walked outside the corridor, and saw someone from a distance, so he saluted Murong Wei and hurriedly avoided it. Today, the second sister mentioned that she had never paid attention to what this Jing'an Hou Shizi looked like.

Chen Zhihua, who is married to a wife, has less grandeur in the past, and more quiet and good Anxian in his eyes. She carefully braided Chen Yinghua's hair, and her soft voice blew like a smoky south wind: "Although it is the life of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, but after all, the life has to be lived by two people." If you look at it well, your father and mother can rest assured that you will plan for you. ”

Chen Yinghua bit her lip, her cheeks were charming and rouge, knowing that the second sister was right, although she was shy, she still nodded seriously and responded: "It's all up to the second sister to arrange." ”

Chen Yinghua Hongluan Xingxing, the official media invited by Jing'an Houfu came to the door for the first time, and it was tacitly understood in two clicks, and Murong Wei learned the good news from her aunt who entered the palace to add makeup to her.

Looking at Chen Yinghua Xiafei's cheeks, her face was like a brilliant brocade, and she naturally knew that she was a good couple again.

Xia Yuzhi's unspoken jokes, Murong Wei didn't have to be taboo. She leaned on her aunt's side, held Chen Yinghua's hand, and recounted a farce by the release pond that day with a smile.

Hearing that this prince picked himself up with a gesture, and pretended to be innocent, Chen Yinghua listened with crooked eyebrows, adding some aftertaste to the young man with sparkling eyes.

Murong Ling knew that there were some allusions to Wen's commitment to being a concubine, but he didn't know that he had some connections with his future uncle. Thinking of Xia Yu's reason at the family banquet that day, he said seriously, the prince of Jing'an Mansion couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, and he couldn't help but smile and bend over.

In mid-August, Gu Chenxiao's brigade that came to marry Murong Wei had already entered Xixia.

Dozens of black-painted flat-bottomed paulownia carriages were marked with the imprints of Ning Wangfu, and the mighty dowry was full, which attracted hundreds of people to look forward to it from the moment they entered the imperial city.

The shadow of the flowers in the Canwei Palace was heavy, Murong Wei leaned on the mirror with new makeup, and the joy in her heart was surging like a tide. Looking at Yingluo's golden peony with a big red hairpin between her temples, her smile was shining, more moving than the broken gold spread on the ground outside.

Hongdou and Xiangxue, who were dressed in light pink Zhu Lan hooked border palace clothes, walked in lightly one after the other, and the master's happy date was imminent, and their lips were full of joy.

Hongdou bent his knees lightly and replied: "Princess, the people brought by His Royal Highness King Ning have been settled, and His Royal Highness is still staying in His Royal Highness Ning Hui." According to your instructions, the slave and maid placed two vases with blue and white flowers and birds in the dormitory, with newly folded blue lotus inserted in them. ”

Xiangxue also bent her knees slightly, and her smile was delicate and elegant: "According to what the princess said, the slave maid put the pot of the most prosperous son on the flower stand in His Highness's bedroom, and His Highness can see it at a glance." ”

In the Miluo Blessed Land in his previous life, Gu Chenxiao once personally mentioned that he loved the fragrance of the lotus far and was clear, and he admired the high cleanliness of the lotus out of the mud without staining, so he would disdain to be with Gu Zhengnuo and others.

The lotus flowers in the Canwei Palace have long since withered, and Murong Wei specially ordered the red beans to fold new lotus from the lotus pond moistened by the hot spring under the Tangshan Annex, and inserted a full bottle for Gu Chenxiao, so that Gu Chenxiao could see his mind at a glance.

And the pot is full of the simplest and simplest wishes of Murong Wei to hold the hand of the son and carry the old with the son. The two lives hope to be the wish of this life, and she will also give sincerely, choosing to work hand in hand with Gu Chenxiao to protect the happiness of the two people.

Gu Chenxiao was in a happy mood, and after meeting Emperor Chongming and Empress Chu, he returned to the Ninghui Palace. I wanted to wash away the dust along the way a little, and go to the Canwei Palace to see Murong Wei in the evening.

As soon as he stepped into the dormitory, he was dyed by the rosewood bent-legged flower stand.

The golden autumn is splendid, and it is the best season for the growth of the child. The lush greenery of the pot is full of vitality and pride, and those vines that stretch out like small hands, like the beautiful name of the child's youth, bring him a deep attachment.

In the few times she spent with Murong Wei, she seemed to have mentioned this plant and was extremely amazed by its vigorous vitality. Kangnan had no children to hold his youth, and Gu Chenxiao specially ordered someone to retrieve two pots from Goryeo, and now they are raised in his fiefdoms in the three counties of Linshui, and they are already flourishing.

was supposed to give Murong Wei a surprise, but Murong Wei gave him such joy.

Looking at Zizhi's colorful little hands, Gu Chenxiao couldn't help but touch his body, gently touching the small branches and leaves with his lips, his mellow voice was like wine, and he whispered to himself: "Holding the hand of the son, and carrying the old with the son, Ah Wei, do you mean that?" ”

The blooming Han Lian on the kang table brought Gu Chenxiao a great surprise, knowing that the lotus flowers had already withered, and she didn't know how much effort it took her to give these two lotus flowers to herself, Gu Chenxiao only felt that a warm current was slowly swimming in her heart, and her eyes seemed to be dyed by the bright sunset outside the window, adding a touching twist.

A handful of water poured into his face, but the flame in his heart became thicker and thicker. Gu Chenxiao's eyes were intoxicated, as if they were overflowing with a touch of beautiful spring water from every star. He whispered in a low voice: "Ah Wei, in this life, there are no regrets in the third life." ”

always gather less and leave more, and lovesickness is bitter anxiety for both of them. Gu Chenxiao looked forward to the sunset in the sky sinking in the west soon, and the jade rabbit rising in the east soon, so that he could see his sweetheart earlier.

Finally waiting for the willows on the moon, Gu Chenxiao walked to the outside of the Canwei Palace, and still invited Murong Wei to meet under the rain-soaked wisteria trellis.

Wisteria has a long flowering period, or this time it carries Murong Wei's expectations, and it still blooms exceptionally brilliantly in August. Murong Wei had just bathed, and her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was softly draped behind her head. She wore a draped silk with a hosta white dark pattern brocade on her arm, and two bright white lotus flowers bloomed on a long skirt with blue sky, which was slim and elegant.

Gu Chenxiao looked intoxicated at the bright woman walking slowly, as if he could smell the lightness of her breathing.

Murong Wei's long hair fluttered in a beautiful arc in the breeze, and the smile with curved corners of her lips was tender, all of which were undisguised happiness.

Gu Chenxiao smiled and waited for her to approach her, and couldn't wait to open her arms.

The white cloak of the hosta was stained with the fragrance of vine flowers, gently caressing Gu Chenxiao's elegant eyebrows, and slowly slid down on the crook of his arm. 10