The phoenix is flying, and its feathers are shining. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The fiery phoenix that symbolizes her identity, from the moment she stepped into the Kangnan Palace, she could only collect it well, and could not wear it on her body.

The biggest title that the father can give to the mother concubine is the concubine Niangniang, who is above the noble concubine. With the word concubine, it is just a side life, how can you wear a phoenix that symbolizes the identity of the queen.

In this life, the father and the mother have paid a lot for each other, and I hope that God will feel true to them, so that they can spend more time together.

Gu Chenxiao's eyes seemed to have been dyed by the clear stream of bright moon, like ink-colored gems, bright and bright. He lowered his eyelashes, thinking of himself for no reason.

I don't know where the woman who has been with me for a lifetime will be waiting for him.

Gu Chenxiao appealed to the flute sound, melodious and clear, like a slim and straight white lotus, so pure that it was not stained with a trace of dust.

The sound of the flute is clear and tactful, as if it is connected with his own mind. Murong Wei couldn't help but look back, bent her waist back low, and slowly rose up with a low but sweet singing voice and stretched arms, which was the starting gesture of "Phoenix Yu Fei".

Letting go of her friendship with Su Duhan, she is still the phoenix with her feathers. When Nirvana returns, he still has to pursue his own happiness.

Not only myself, but everyone around me as well. May Xia Lanxin and Yun Yang never be separated from each other in this life, and may Wen Wan and Qin Heng join hands to reconcile, may the third brother gently hug the beauty, and may Gu Chenxiao never have Miluo Fu for ten years to lie on the salary and taste the gall, only in this life I really love to smile and watch the sunset.

I hope that the father and the queen mother will have a deep love for butterflies, and in this life, they will live and live together, and they will not be separated from swords.

May everyone not be stumbled by the previous life, and truly hold the happiness of this life in their hands.

Her heart was full of blessings for them and herself, Murong Wei didn't hesitate anymore, her body turned faster and faster, her rose-colored dress and black hair like a waterfall were like blooming flowers, drawing one perfect arc after another, melting into the endless moonlight.

Murong Wei's singing voice is soft, and it seems to be endlessly lingering. In the dance, the bits and pieces of the past, the joys and sorrows of the past life, are like pieces of pictures with the wind, gradually put together.

The mood turned to become agitated, her sleeves were relaxed, her singing voice became more and more out, Murong Wei danced lightly and silently on the grass, even her shoes kicked off, and her snow-white feet were like jade in the pale black moonlit night, exuding a lustrous luster.

It seemed that someone was singing in a low and depressed voice, and there was a singing voice lingering in Gu Chenxiao's ears, which was not very clear. He pushed open the window sash, jumped out lightly, and hid his body behind a dense clump of phoenix tail bamboos, and saw the dancing figure.

Unexpectedly, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and a desperate and unspeakable sadness, slowly passing his eyes, he silently called Murong Wei, the name lingered on the tip of his tongue, and it was inexplicably familiar.

With the curling sound of the last flute, even Murong Wei herself didn't know it, and a low sigh overflowed from her lips, so naturally affectionate.

As if he wanted to call someone, and as if no one was calling, the sigh was deep and lingering, but the tassel that was close at hand was shocked and quietly raised his head.

Murong Wei's dance stopped abruptly, and at that moment, she seemed to see Gu Chenxiao's figure, and even more so as to want to call his name.

Shocked by her innermost thoughts, she suddenly stopped dancing.

Gu Chenxiao has left, but the sound of the flute has not stopped, it is still melodious, and it is full of deep blessings. In the lonely night, the two of them had their own thoughts in their hearts, and they both had lingering confusion.

Murong Wei turned around and looked at the river lantern that had just been put in the distance, and there was only a little fluorescence left.

It must have been a few more drinks today before he became a little intoxicated, and as far as Murong Wei could see, he seemed to have touched the warm embrace of Gu Chenxiao in his previous life.

Looking at the rose clothes dancing in the wind by the river, the foolish expression and a gentle sigh shook the tassel's heart, and the hand holding the silk handkerchief became at a loss.

It turned out that the princess's heart for Su Duhan was so deep that she couldn't reach it.

Fang wanted to stretch out his hand to help, but Murong Wei loosened his already low bun because of Fang Cai's dance, and his head was full of green silk pouring down, and the mandarin duck nine-colored glazed hairpin was as smooth as clotted fat, and it quietly fell down the green silk and fell into the river that was not very turbulent.

The hairpin was given by the queen mother, she and her sister had one branch, Murong Wei did not hesitate at all, and actually stepped forward and stepped into the river.

The water in early spring was cool to the bone, the turquoise moss was as smooth as a mirror, and the tassel saw Murong Wei's figure swaying in the water a few times, and wanted to reach for it, but instead it also slid into the water with the slippery moss, she let out a suppressed exclamation, and only had time to hold her shaking waist.

The water is not deep, only as far as Murong Wei's calves. She quickly put a finger to her lips and stopped the tassel cry before she bent down to pick up the glass hairpin.

At the bottom of the Xingxi River is some shiny fine sand, and the glazed hairpin is half-hidden and half-exposed, revealing a fine light. Murong Wei bent down, waiting for the smoothness and transparency of the tentacles, and only then did the momentary anxiety be treated by the joy of being lost, and then he exhaled a long breath and showed a knowing smile.

Although the exclamation of the talented girl was suppressed, it still reached Gu Chenxiao's ears. Afraid that something would happen, he hurried back and saw the master and servant standing in the water.

The tassel helped Murong Wei to go ashore, but the moss was wet and slippery, the two of them were not stable, the tassel wanted to call people, Murong Wei quietly made a forbidden action again, "Don't make a sound, don't alarm others, go up by yourself." ”

The two of them were busy and chaotic, several efforts were fruitless, and in the middle of hesitation, a jade flute stretched out from the shore, and a low and magnetic voice sounded in Murong Wei's ears, "Murong Wei, grab the jade flute, I'll pull you up." ”

When the moon disappeared behind a cloud, Murong Wei could hear her heart pounding.

The person who played the flute turned out to be Gu Chenxiao.

looked at each other, and didn't know where to start. Murong Wei grabbed the jade flute, and with the help of Gu Chenxiao, he brought it ashore. One couldn't hold his feet and crashed into his chest, Gu Chenxiao was afraid that her reputation would be damaged, so she dodged and dodged, but she didn't forget to firmly protect her body with her arms.

The jade flute was still in his hand, and he didn't lose his sense of proportion in a panic, Murong Wei bowed, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile: "Thank you His Royal Highness King Ning for saving me." ”

I saw Gu Chenxiao at the tassel daytime poetry meeting, and I didn't feel strange when I saw Murong Wei answering him. Grab a branch on the side and slowly walk ashore.

didn't say a few words, but it felt so familiar, Gu Chenxiao instinctively raised his hand to arrange the cloak for Murong Wei, met the pair of clear eyes, and suddenly woke up, and his hand stopped in the air awkwardly.

Taking advantage of the night wind to cover up the loss of etiquette, his hand slowly fell, and he swept across his clothes. Gu Chenxiao could hear his heart beating, as if he was beating a drum. He smiled and said to Murong Wei: "It's late at night, Your Royal Highness the princess don't catch a cold." (To be continued.) )