The osmanthus wine is thick and yellow and delicate, and the aroma is far away.

Gu Chenxiao's fair face also had a touch of red, like a scarlet cloud, which gently fell on Murong Wei's heart lake.

He generously picked up the cup and said sincerely to the Queen Mother: "I have been looking forward to this day for a long time, thank you to the Imperial Grandmother and the Father and the Queen Mother for their success." ”

Since the two countries discussed their relationship, the Queen Mother has always supported Murong Wei's choice. When the millennial thief was arrested in the palace, the queen mother acted in a play with the princess and concubine, and now she looks at Gu Chenxiao's outstanding talents, and she is so knowledgeable and reasonable, more like her own family.

Looking at the pair of beautiful people in front of her happily, the Queen Mother said gently: "Seeing the happiness of your next generation is the wish of every elder. The two of you are in love, and you are naturally willing to fulfill as elders. ”

When the wine is drunk, the fireworks outside rise again in response to the time, and the entire night sky is suddenly brightened.

The remnants of the table were removed, and the queen mother was still unsatisfied, leaning on the soft couch and looking at the fire trees and silver flowers outside, gossiping with the emperor and queen with great interest. Murong rarely relaxed, and pulled Murong Xuan to find the little eunuchs to set off fireworks.

The fifth prince had just begun to babble, and he had been frolicking in Concubine Meng Shu's arms for a long time, and now he was so tired that he fell asleep.

The queen mother felt sorry for the child, and ordered Concubine Meng Shu to send the child to herself, and intimately tucked a corner of the quilt for him. Seeing the hearty smile of the fifth prince in his dream, the queen mother gently nodded his forehead, and her love was overflowing.

Kang Nan did not have the custom of remembering the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gu Chenxiao accompanied Murong Wei to the outside of the hall, watched her hold a delicate face moon in her hand, and then lit a candle on it, her mouth was full of words, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Ah Wei Ah Wei, I want to see you dance that "Phoenix Yu Fei" again", Gu Chenxiao was like a child who was greedy for candy, gently holding the corner of Murong Wei's clothes, quite a bit coquettish. Murong Wei leaned back and looked back, and the sparkle in the young man's eyes that scattered the moonlight touched her heartstrings again.

Looking at Gu Chenxiao's somewhat childish face, Murong Wei smiled at the corner of her mouth, untied the purse on her waist, took a snow-white silk candy from it, and stuffed it into Gu Chenxiao's mouth: "I'll jump to show you, but it's not tonight." Let's sneak out quietly, Sister Lan and Yun Yang are waiting for us to meet at Mrs. Ruan's, and I will introduce Luo Pujia to you. ”

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Ruan, Gu Chenxiao never thought that she would live such a life, and then heard Murong Wei briefly tell the story of Luo Pujia, and was also full of admiration for this tough woman.

In the future, Xia Lanxin cherished every time she spent with Murong Wei, and deliberately handed over the post in advance, and also took the opportunity to introduce Yun Yang and Gu Chenxiao's acquaintance.

The small bamboo courtyard, the tea and fresh fruits, are indeed different from the fire trees and silver flowers in the Fangcai Palace. Gu Chenxiao and Yun Yang talked about the chess game, and occasionally glanced at the several women who were smiling and smiling under the vine shelf, and they had some feelings of quiet years.

Life is always an endless reunion and parting, just like the moon has profits and losses.

In the past, Wen Wan and Yun Zhi had already returned to their own things, and in a few days, it would be Murong Wei's turn to go to the country to cherish his hometown. It was not easy to meet, Xia Lanxin suddenly felt a little sentimental, she held Murong Wei's hand and said solemnly: "Ah Wei, no matter how high the mountain is, let's make an appointment for a reunion." ”

In their previous lives, the sisters had a shallow relationship, and they ended up separated from each other in life and death. In this life, they are reunited, but they go their separate ways.

Looking at the tears flickering in Xia Lanxin's eyes, Murong Wei nodded lightly and agreed: "Grandmother Huang's seventieth birthday, I will definitely come back to pay homage to her old man's birthday, not only me, let's write to Sister Wan and Zizhi together, and we will definitely reunite with them again." ”

Mrs. Ruan had been listening quietly, and when she heard Murong Wei's words, she had already ordered someone to move out of the bookcase, and laid down the paper and pen in the moonlight. Luo Pujia didn't say a word, but pulled up Luo's sleeves lightly, lowered his head and sharpened the thick ink.

Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin walked the dragon and snake, but in a moment, they each waved the letter.

The black pear blossom Xiaokai is like a flowing note, turning into a constant longing on this Mid-Autumn moonlit night, silently drifting towards Jian'an and Goryeo, and glued together with Wen Wan and Yun Zhi's eyes of raising a glass and looking at the moon.

The same moonlight shone on the imperial city of Gusu and also sprinkled on the distant border city.

The autumn breeze in Beijing is rising, and pedestrians have added jackets, but the border city has begun to change into winter clothes.

Murong Hui and Tang Jia'er sat with Chu Zhaohui and Concubine Xin on the bronze table under the poplar tree outside the big tent, tasting the ham and salted egg yolk mooncakes baked by Mingzhu.

Chu Zhaohui loves sweetness more, and in the past, the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet was indispensable for newly made five-kernel mooncakes. Nowadays, although the border city has enough grain and grass, it lacks those delicate things. Mingzhu couldn't get together walnut kernels, peanuts, pine nuts, hemp seeds, sesame seeds, winter melon preserves, orange peel candy and other raw materials, so he retreated to the second, asked the army kitchen for some ham and salted duck eggs, and made a few drawers of salty moon cakes to meet the situation.

The wind gradually rose, Murong Hui and Tang Jia'er were both wearing silk cotton skirts sewn by Chu Zhaohui's own hands, for fear that the two of them would catch a cold, Chu Zhaohui also sewed an extra sheepskin shoulder for them, and then took a few long braids, with rabbit fur wiping their foreheads, to add some flavor of a girl.

Exposed by the sun in the border city, the rain and the wind blowing, the skin of the two little girls looked rougher than in Beijing, but their eyes were as bright as stars in the night, revealing a radiant look.

Tang Jia'er got up and divided the moon cakes, first served one for Chu Zhaohui, then served Concubine Xin, then Murong Hui, and then the pearl that accompanied the next one, and finally picked up one happily.

Mingzhu took the cup for everyone, picked up the tender and fatty pine moth stewed chicken and distributed a small bowl for each person, Chu Zhaohui led everyone to raise a glass, listening to the bursts of laughter from the soldiers not far away.

Although a table was opened under the poplar tree and the soldiers were slightly distanced, each of them did not want to return to the warm tent, but chose to stay here and gaze at the campfire burning in the middle of the camp.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival in the border city was particularly lively, and some officials of the Ministry of Industry headed by Song Weiyuan had not yet returned to Beijing, and a small number of soldiers' families who had moved to the border city were also invited to the camp.

Li Fangzhi ordered people to kill pigs and slaughter sheep, set up a pot to boil, stewed beef and blood sausage tofu in a large pot, served a large basin on each table, and then moved hundreds of jars of soju to reward the soldiers for their hard work.

There is everything for good wine and food, and the reunion festival is extraordinarily lively. The soldiers lit a bonfire, drank to the brim, danced around the campfire, and wrestled in the open field in the middle of the camp.

Looking at these hot-blooded men, Li Zhifang was in a stirring mood, raised his head and drank a big bowl of hot soju, hit the knot with chopsticks again, and led the singing of "Man Jianghong".