Murong Wei was awakened by the sound of a crisp dripping water, a voice that she was extremely familiar with. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, he lived in the Bright Wei Palace for a long time, because he loved the sound of rain, his father ordered people to place a few big lotus leaf-shaped green glazed porcelain pots in her dormitory, and placed the carved jade lotus in the middle, the green leaves and white stamens, the flower core was hollow, and the thin water flow flowed from the lotus core to the lotus pods, and the jade pots dripped from the lotus pods, and then flowed back to the flower cores, so that the sound of gurgling water and the dripping ding ding sound were entangled, crisp and ethereal.

At that time, she liked to fall asleep with the sound of water, and was awakened by the sound of water in the morning, how many years, the bits and pieces of the young Canwei Palace became so clear in the memories again and again, this familiar sound made her almost think that she was back in the past, and she clearly remembered that she had died with Su Duhan in that fire.

When you open your eyes, the top of your head is an overlapping three-layer light purple pink vine hibiscus tent, embroidered with large silver, purple, pink and white intricate bowl lotus. The tentacles are the delicate and silky unique to Yanluo brocade, and the bowl lotus of the same color as the embroidered tent on the pure purple brocade is also rolled up.

Murong Wei opened the tent, the rolling pearls in the lotus leaf basin, the six jade inlaid screens with luodian painting the flowers of the heavenly maiden, the guava and jade cabbage made of rubies on the rosewood Duobao Pavilion, and the mica chiming bell embedded with agate, the gorgeous scenery in front of her was like the most extravagant years when she was young and had never changed, looking at everything familiar in front of her, her eyes gradually became misty.

Gently caressing the neck, there is no scar from the sword. She trembled and stretched out her hand in front of her eyes, her slender hands as white as jade were petite and soft, and an old green and sunny bracelet on her wrist was crystal clear. The bracelet given by the imperial grandmother was still there, and she clearly remembered that this jade bracelet had been shattered in a tear with Su Duhan.

There was a crisp collision of bead curtains, and the sound of soft footsteps came from far and near, and then the curtains of the hibiscus tent were gently raised, and the girl's sweet voice came into Murong Wei's ears: "Princess, are you awake?" ”

The girl in front of her was wearing a light green narrow-sleeved short jacket, a blue and silver threaded palace skirt with green silk hanging down, combing two standard double-ring buns, and tying thin silver ribbons. Murong Wei knew that this was the dress of a first-class palace maid in Xixia Kingdom, and that small face, bright eyes like apricots, and slightly upturned lips, how could Murong Wei forget that this was the tassel of her girlhood, and she once thought that she was the most loyal sister to herself, but she chose the latter cleanly between herself and Su Duhan.

When she was sent back to the Millennium Kingdom under Su Duhan's name as a gift, it was this girl who was already a magpie's nest dove, standing beside Su Duhan in the clothes of a concubine, her smile was full of unconcealable pride, "In those years, the tassel has always been fond of His Majesty, the princess said that the tassel was good, but also thought about planning for the tassel?" ”

Su Duhan also put down his body to rebuild the old friendship, but was stabbed in the neck by Murong Wei with a golden hairpin, and in anger, he imprisoned her in the former Canwei Palace, asking her to face the thousands of favors of tassels every day.

Murong Wei pressed the sudden jump on her forehead and took the hot tea from the tassel. The warm tea stroked the dry lips and tongue, and the body gradually gained strength. The hand covering the smoke Luo Jin pinched himself fiercely, his painful eyes were filled with tears, but all this in front of him did not disappear. Maybe it's not a dream, but God gave her a chance to go back to the past.

"Take the bronze mirror over", the girl stood up half of her body, the black green silk slipped down in front of her neck, the slightly curved back outlined a green and slightly delicate curve, and the skin of the lotus seed rice-sized Dongzhu earrings on the earlobes was transparent.

The six-edged filigree lotus leaf-shaped makeup bronze mirror reflects a beautiful face, and Murong Wei sees her young self again, with pink lips, eyebrows like daisies, clear eyes, and crystal clear eyes that are not stained by the world.

It turned out that she was so beautiful at that time, she looked greedily, her fingers trembling on her cheeks, and pressed them on her beating heart. It's good to have bright eyes and bright teeth, and even better, everything can be done all over again, and you don't have to be like yourself in the previous life, and push yourself and your family into the abyss step by step.

The tassel served her to get up, changed the blue lotus purple and silver thread yarn brocade skirt that she had prepared a long time ago, and the snow-blue purple edge shawl, and pulled the moon bun for her, and only matched the two strands of plain silver filigree hairpin between her hair, and pressed a light purple crystal bead flower. Looking at Murong Wei's inquiring eyes, she hurriedly replied: "Yesterday, I heard the bad news of King An at the Laba Festival, Long Live Lord and Niangniang were heartbroken, Niangniang took down the red coral nine-strand golden phoenix hairpin on the spot, and changed it to a white hosta, we should also be lighter." ”

Tossing the wheel of memory, Murong Wei looked at the snowfall outside the window, and truly knew that she had returned to the winter of the seventh year of Chongming, and for the memory of the Laba Festival, Murong Wei was still deeply impressed. She made up with the tassels, and silently played with a small Ganoderma lucidum-shaped warm jade Ruyi on the dressing table, falling into deep thought.

It's just that I heard that Su Duhan looks very similar to his uncle, and Murong Wei doesn't know much about King An, General Dragon and Tiger, and her uncle Su Rui, who has been guarding all the year round, whether in his past life or in this life.

Su Rui, the prince of An, has been guarding the border for many years, and in his life, he is almost invincible, and his legendary life ended at the end of the seventh year of Chongming, and the bad news was transmitted into the palace on the morning of the Laba Festival.

After the autumn of the sixth year of Chongming, a small plague occurred in the army. After the news leaked, several small countries jointly launched an attack on Xixia, and after that, the two sides won and lost each other, and the year-long war ended in Xixia's complete victory, and the news of the victory came at the same time as the bad news of Su Rui's martyrdom. For the sake of Xixia, Su Rui did not live up to his title of Dragon and Tiger General, and shed his blood on that vast land forever.

Murong Wei was only twelve years old that year, just like now, at the age when she was combing her hair in a bun, she didn't know what sorrow was when she was young, and her eyes were full of Su Duhan.

Laba Festival, and the snow falls from the sky, which adds joy to the palace everywhere. Because of my uncle's war, it was customary in previous years that the queen mother would always invite my aunt to enter the palace with Su Duhan, and this year will be no exception.

Murong Wei looked at the snow outside, the red plums were competing for spring, thinking that Su Duhan would definitely arrive early, and was anxious to ask the tassel to groom herself. Sure enough, just after finishing breakfast, Su Duhan was already waiting in the front hall of Canwei Palace with a smile, and when she came out, she showed a doting smile, "Ah Wei, I just saw a thick layer of snow in the imperial garden, and I will take you to build a snowman." ”

The Xixia Capital City is located at the former site of a palace in the Great Zhou Dynasty of Gusu, because of the climate, it is rare to have such a flying dust and snowfall, Murong Wei was very interested in Su Duhan's proposal, and nodded happily.