Just as he got closer, Gu Chenxiao's nose was filled with the faint fragrance of Murong Wei, and his heart was caress by the first wisp of tender willows in early spring, with the sweetness of drunken tobacco. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the next life, when Gu Chenxiao's slender and bony hand stretched out, there was still a familiar and warm atmosphere. Murong Wei's face turned crimson, and she bowed lightly, and then instructed Tassel to pick up the glass lamp that had just been left behind.

Gu Chenxiao's eyesight is excellent, and he can see it clearly by the moonlight. Seeing that Murong Wei was still barefoot, her eyes were shattered and her eyes were blurred, and the moonlight fell into her eyes, adding a bit of beauty.

Gu Chenxiao opened his mouth to call her, and pointed to the mountain stone lying on the side and motioned for her to sit down.

The light purple shoes of the Shu Jingong Palace, just kicked off by her, scattered by the river where the grass is separated, and the folded branches and begonias blooming on the shoes are lingering, like the love silk of the rain in March.

Gu Chenxiao did things according to his own heart, he calmly picked up his shoes and approached Murong Wei again. Then he bent down slightly, took out a pale cyan water-patterned handkerchief that he usually used, wiped the water stains on Murong Wei's jade feet, and put the palace shoes on her feet.

The pink vines on the palace shoes are dyed by the night, and the Yiyi Qinghui of the East Pearl on the tip of the shoes is also watery, such as thin wine warm and clear, and the two seem to be stained with a slightly smoked wine.

The small jade feet are like finely carved, slender and tender, and they are not easy to hold in Gu Chenxiao's palm. Murong Wei's heart was beating suddenly, desperately thinking about whether to withdraw it, hiding deep under her own robe.

Somehow, when I touched those deep and clear eyes, I was soft and didn't have any strength for a while.

Because of the panic, Murong Wei's face was dyed extremely bright, and her cherry lips were slightly open, as if the peach was blooming in March, with an intoxicating fragrance, Gu Chenxiao suddenly didn't dare to look at it again.

The tassel retrieved the palace lamp, re-lit it with a fire fold, and re-covered the glass cover that had fallen off, and then returned to Murong Wei's side.

On the mountain stone not far away, only the princess sat stupidly. The blooming robe hangs down, like water, sliding over the mountain stones, revealing the curved palace shoes like satin.

I think that His Royal Highness King Ning didn't want to cause trouble, so he left early after saving people.

The tassel held the lamp in one hand, and came over to hold Murong Wei with the other, and when he touched her tender white hand, he realized that Murong Wei's palm was amazingly hot.

Tassel hurriedly raised the palace lamp, reflecting Murong Wei's delicate and mellow cheeks, as magnificent as rouge cream, he was taken aback, and took his hand to test Murong Wei's forehead, the tentacles were hot again, and his words were alarmed: "Princess, didn't you just get cold, let's go back and cook a bowl of ginger soup quickly." ”

If the princess is sick again, she will have to receive Mama Luo's board, just like the Yingluo of the Laba Festival.

Murong Wei was wearing the palace shoes that Gu Chenxiao had put on for her, her two feet were like stepping on clouds, and she was soft and drunk step by step, but she couldn't fall to the ground.

The shoes were embroidered with pink vines and branches, so that her heart was only concerned about the slightest quarrel at the moment. When she got closer, his clear Du Ruo fragrance and his steady and powerful breathing were like a dense net, making her breathless.

Lying in the cloud silk quilt that had been smoked a long time ago, listening to the more leaky sounds, Murong Wei gradually remembered that Murong Wei had no sleep. She curled up, her fingers trying to touch her ankles, but she didn't dare touch them.

It was as hot as coals, and there seemed to be residual warmth from Gu Chenxiao's fingers. And the faint fragrance of Du Ruo is the beauty she once relied on to survive in her previous life.

It's still the same, I can't remember the moment when we met for the first time in the previous life, and I only understand that it was too late to meet. And in this life, in the hurried encounter, can you choose the right time?

Murong Wei tossed and turned, and a deep sigh passed through the bed curtain that had been touched, and clearly entered Yingluo's ears.

In the dark night, Yingluo, like Murong Wei, couldn't close her eyes for a long time.

After the fifteenth day, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival gradually dissipated.

The New Year's wine of Houmen Guifu gradually came to an end, and on the seventeenth day of the first month, Emperor Chongming held a banquet in Ninghui Hall for the last time and sent away the two highnesses.

When he came, he was reluctant, but now he resigned to Emperor Chongming, Gu Chenxiao was a little stunned.

Qin Heng went all the way north and returned to Jian'an by land, and Gu Chenxiao just went south by boat. The two broke up outside the city gate, Gu Chenxiao watched Qin Heng set off first, listened to his wheels, and thought that he frowned slightly from time to time, knowing that the Jian'an Palace was actually the same as Kang Nan, and there was a lot of bloody wind and rain.

On the one hand, it is like an arrow, and on the other hand, it is full of attachment. The official ship sailed out for a long time, Gu Chenxiao was still standing outside the cabin and looking back frequently, the Gusu Imperial City, which had long been hidden in the twilight, gradually became a microcosm, and as far as he could see, only the sparkling water of the fish boat sang at night.

Qin Hengchu's words in Shoukang Palace were like shadows that could not be driven away, and Gu Chenxiao's eyes were thickly enveloped. There was some anxiety in his heart, just like under the sun on a June day, and some emotions made him unable to hide.

It was a hell of a mess last night.

Gu Chenxiao remembered the soft and delicate embroidered shoes, which were as short as the palm of his hand. The pattern that seems to have tangled begonias is bright and bright, blooming enchantingly, complementing the bright purple.

Her lotus feet trembled, trembling in her palms, and the night was too cool in early spring. Without thinking about it, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the water droplets on her lotus feet.

Then, he clearly realized what he had done, in Murong Wei's bright eyes, Gu Chenxiao almost ran away, but he did not flee far, but hid behind a tall laurel tree on the edge of the rock.

The clear glow of the glass lamp poured out, and it was the figure of Murong Wei and the tassel together, stretching longer and longer on the road. Gu Chenxiao followed behind him silently, waiting for them to walk back to the door of the Bright Wei Palace.

On the red wall of the vermilion tile of the Canwei Palace, a pothos is evergreen in all seasons, like a green wave that rises and is lush.

Under the bright palace lamp, Murong Wei suddenly looked back, and then lifted her long skirt again.

The girl who went away was wearing a rose-colored cloak, the lotus embroidery was complicated, and every time she moved like water, it was like a light feather, and she teased Gu Chenxiao's gaze one by one, his face was red and his ears were hot, and his breathing field became heavy.

Then, Gu Chenxiao's eyes looked at the large gilded Lishu characters on the plaque from under the leafy phoenix tail bamboo, and a broken picture suddenly flashed in front of him, and he couldn't remember which day's dream it was.

He stood in front of a burning ruined palace and cried out heartbreakingly. It's vaguely calling a person's name, but I can't hear who I'm calling.

Then, a large plaque fell from a height in the skyrocketing fire, and on the broken plaque, the big characters that fell were extremely clear, and it was clearly Bright Wei.

When did that happen?

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

On the official ship heading south, Gu Chenxiao looked at the sparkling waves, and suddenly felt a little stupid, whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies and also dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. (To be continued.) )