Chapter 158: Flames
Gu Chenxiao's eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
He looked at Murong Wei warmly, and did not hide the admiration in his heart: "Even if we can't remember each other, I'm sure that I must have seen you somewhere." Perhaps, it was the previous life. ”
Murong Wei's eyes were clear, so bright that Gu Chenxiao could see the soft spring water reflected in his eyes. Her long eyelashes were like soft feathers, brushing her throbbing heart again and again, and there was sour sadness in the numb pleasure.
The wind was dripping, and it was raining flowers all over the ground. Gu Chenxiao didn't know how to speak for a while, and what he wanted to say to Murong Wei was also left behind.
After a moment of silence, Murong Wei endured the pain in her heart between her breaths, and her silver bell-like chuckle rippled in the wind, breaking the stagnant breath: "His Royal Highness King Ning seems to be a child. ”
The evening breeze in March is cool, and the smell of Du Ruo vanilla floats in the air, which seems ambiguous for no reason.
Afraid of scaring this autumn wave ink painting, Gu Chenxiao's smile also swayed with the wind, revealing a suppressed joy: "Your Royal Highness the princess, this king is the world-famous god of war Shura, not a three-year-old child in the princess's mouth." ”
The two were getting farther and farther apart, and Xia Yuzhi saw the hazy figure from the water pavilion, and couldn't hear the content of the conversation, but could only vaguely hear faint laughter.
The laughter was cheerful and pleasant, like a dull knife, cutting deep wounds on his body at once, and even sprinkling salt flowers thinly, so that he was cold from his head to the bones.
wanted to drink another drink, but his sister was full of mean words, but they hit him hard in the heart.
A manly man, he should be able to afford to put it down, how can he become so troubled and lost? Looking at his sister's hand that had not been taken away for a long time on the cup holder, and the sparkle between his eyes, Xia Yu subconsciously withdrew his hand, revealing a far-fetched smile.
The smile slowly bloomed on his face, looking at the two people lingering in the waterside corridor, his smile gradually became relaxed and relieved from far-fetched.
The moon was white and the wind was light, Xia Yuzhi smiled silently, his heart was still empty, and it seemed that he had suddenly moved away a big stone and became transparent everywhere.
I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.
Since it was never his bright moon, then don't let go of your self-esteem as a man and be a poor person who is blindly obsessed.
Xia Yuzhi chose to let go with relief, he smiled sincerely at his sister, put his hand on his sister's hand that was still on the cup holder, and then the hands of the brother and sister were tightly clasped together.
Buddha Yuyun: Only if you are willing to let go, can you let go.
At that moment, the fragments of Master Shiga's lectures that he had heard, and the Sanskrit Buddhist words in the temple, all seemed to be a complete picture, constantly emerging in his mind, and becoming one with his soul.
Xia Yu's Daigo empowerment suddenly became mature.
He also has a proud heart, thinking that he will raise his eyebrows with the person he likes, and he will be in harmony with each other, and a hopeless love should not become a fetter for his life.
Almost instantly, Xia Yuzhi really had the sword to cut off the love thread.
Gu Chenxiao's guards were waiting in front, even if he and Murong Wei slowed down their steps, the short corridor still came to an end.
Murong Wei suppressed her complicated emotions and said goodbye to Gu Chenxiao, bent down slightly, and still smiled smartly: "His Royal Highness King Ning take care all the way."
Gu Chenxiao returned the salute and thanked him, his heart was full of reluctance, and he also smiled lightly: "If you form an alliance with Her Royal Highness the Princess, there will always be a period in the future."
At night, Murong Wei stood leaning on the pillar, her fluttering skirt fluttering, the sachet with the nine-fold spring pattern of the lake-blue gold silk inlaid with lapis lazuli was tied around her waist, and the fine gold silk thread was embellished with the nine-fold spring color, one by one, as if the brilliance of this season was in her pocket.
It turned out that he was reluctant to separate, and just wanted to look at her morning smile. The ghost made a miracle, Gu Chenxiao's fingers moved slightly, gently stroked Murong Wei's skirt, and untied the sachet and put it into his sleeve very quickly.
The joy in my heart is the joy that I can't suppress. It's like a greedy child who inadvertently gets countless candies. Gu Chenxiao's smile swayed slightly from the tip of his eyebrows and lips, like a red sun rising, and the golden glow was colored, gilded with a faint gold, and rendered Murong Wei's eyebrows.
Even though the night was hazy, Murong Wei was still infected by that smile, looking at Gu Chenxiao, who was in a dark dragon satin brocade, and she didn't want to look back for a long time.
Waiting for the black figure to merge with the night, Yingluo took the cloak to add clothes to her, Murong Wei was reluctant, turned around, and walked back to the water pavilion with Yingluo's hand.
In the water pavilion, half of the Huadiao wine had been put away, Xia Lanxin ordered the tea to be served again, and ordered someone to set the meal.
It is still according to Murong Wei's preference for wide noodles, the best cloud silk noodles are served in a small bowl of bone china painted gold-edged roses, and the soup is made with Jinhua ham and Yunnan chicken fir, the taste is light and fragrant, only Xia Yuzhi's bowl is added with the spicy seeds he specially ordered.
The simmered and fried Chaotian peppers are produced in Shuzhong, each less than half an inch in size, and when you bite into it, it seems to be a flame blooming from the tip of the tongue, and instantly from the top of the head to the center of the feet.
Xia Yuzhi snorted and ate the noodles, so spicy that tears and snot flowed together, feeling as if the internal organs were burning at the same time, as if it was a grand baptism.
With the fire of the delicate sun, wash away all gloom and restore a clean and clear mood.
Xia Yuzhi ate heartily, and after eating a bowl, he ordered another bowl. He raised his head with sweat on his face, looked at Murong Wei and his sister, and showed an uninhibited smile.
That smile was full of masculinity, righteousness, and integrity, and with great relief, he was still the third brother Xia who was proud of Murong Wei's memory.
Xia Lanxin saw the change of her brother, and the hanging heart was quietly put back in her stomach.
With the bright spring and the colorful falling flowers in one place, Empress Chu's family letter was once again put on Murong Wei's bookcase.
Along with the letter from Empress Chu's family, there was also a letter from her second cousin Chen Zhihua.
The queen mother's letter is almost every three or five days, and most of them are cold and warm, which adds more concern than in the palace.
Murong Wei looked at ten lines at a glance, and saw that she was still reminding herself that the weather was warm and cold now, and she was not allowed to lose her clothes or be naughty, and just like in the previous letters, she asked about her diet and daily life, and she was like Queen Chu standing in front of her daughter babbling, which made Murong Wei laugh.
After reading Empress Chu's letter, Murong Wei ordered Yingluo, along with the previous letters from the queen mother, to put them in the envelope, and opened Chen Zhihua's letter again.
Since the Shangyuan Festival this spring, at the order of Empress Chu, Murong Wei, Wen Wan and Chen Zhihua jointly hosted the poetry meeting in the palace, and Chen Zhihua, who was originally unknown, stood out among the nobles of the imperial city and became famous for a while, and the cousin relationship between her and Murong Wei also became close. (To be continued.) )