Murong Wei chewed on the delicious cold noodles, but her heart was a little sour. www.biquge.info No matter who she is to, she is wholeheartedly good, whether it is a master or a slave.

She has no children and no daughters, holding tassels and Yingluo, and treats her like a daughter, who knows that she was pushed by the black hand of the tassel, and was finally charged with killing the master.

Murong Wei glanced at the tassel on her side, looking at the goose yellow soft satin palace dress that she deliberately gathered at her waist, and the green silk silk embroidered with silver thread at the waist, her eyes were cold and piercing for a moment.

Now that she can't be moved, if Su Duhan is like in the previous life, he really plays some missing games with himself, and he still needs tassels to find his traces.

Murong Wei pondered while eating noodles, and her face was a little trance for a while.

has changed into a spring shirt, Murong Wei is wearing a tuskory, platinum and silver embroidered begonia tunic skirt today, wearing a light gold jacket that fits the waist, holding a beige half-arm, a jasper carved ruyi hairpin is obliquely inserted on the flying ring bun, and a pair of jasper droplets on the small earlobes are decorated with moist beads.

The appearance is still the same, but I always feel that something is different from before. Xia Lanxin looked quietly, and suddenly felt that Murong Wei on the other side was dressed more and more simply, but she felt that there was more indifferent elegance in her bones in this simplicity, which made her familiar and unfamiliar.

Looking at Murong Wei's deep exploration, Xia Lanxin suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since Murong Wei wore a moonlight dress, especially those luxurious skirts with purple backgrounds and inlaid with coral turquoise.

Su Duhan's purple moonlight skirt was popular with Murong Wei that day, Xia Lanxin was originally separated by her own ears, and she had also seen the luxurious skirts of the Shanggong Bureau sent into the gate of the Bright Wei Palace one by one.

Now that she has been traveling all the way, she has met Su Duhan day and night, but Murong Wei has not worn a skirt like that. Simple skirts such as plain bean green, ivory white, or beige and light yellow, and even the jewelry are also simple, all of which are familiar, and the dress is similar to the style of the Queen Mother and grandmother over the years.

In the past, Murong Wei was simple and intuitive, which made Xia Lanxin clear at a glance, but now it seems that through the veil, she can't guess Murong Wei's mind more and more.

Xia Lanxin followed Murong Wei's example and mixed the cold noodles, tasted it, and looked at her brother who was feasting, her heart was full of sweet and sour, it was simply full of five flavors.

The apricot blossoms are slightly raining, and the clothes are wet, which is the most beautiful season in the south of the Yangtze River.

Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin finished dinner, seeing that it was still early, they were not in a hurry to go back to the room, so they lingered in the Agarwood Pavilion, and Xia Yuzhi also accompanied the two girls to drink tea.

The moon shadow is slanted, sprinkled all over the ground.

There is a thin mist rising on the water, and the bright moon hanging in the sky seems to be much softer and more beautiful than usual, with a sultry emptiness.

There is no need for incense, there is a jasper lingzhi pattern vase sent by Mama Ye in the pavilion, and an apricot blossom blooms in the bottle, bringing a faint ethereal. The flower branches that are oblique from the side are a little bit of pink and light red, hazy and elegant, as if they are integrated with the swaying crystal Ruyi pattern palace lamp in the hands of the palace people.

The wind in early spring is still a little cool, the tassel and the small snail each take a cloak, add clothes to their master, the moon rises, the lilac stand in the distance is blown by the wind, falling like snow, fainting fireworks without a trace.

The sun is in the evening, the clouds are in the twilight, and the days of the palace are extremely comfortable.

My aunt was not there, and there was no one to restrain me. Murong Wei always found excuses to ask Xia Yuzhi to take herself and Xia Lanxin to the mountains.

Yuping Mountain is not large, it is all mountainous, connected by one vein, and there are several unknown hills around it that wind and fall. The area around the palace is quite flat, and there are some places that are undeveloped, so the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, and it is not easy to climb.

If Yuping Mountain really has a secret, it is also hidden in the depths of the white clouds in an inaccessible place, and it is expected that he will climb the mountain along the paved steps like this, and he will not find any clues. Murong Wei went out every day and returned from disappointment, knowing more and more that her approach had deviated.

I can't find a reason to walk in the depths of the mountains. Murong Wei had the heart to tell Xia Yuzhi what she was planning, but she couldn't speak.

Su Duhan's face can only be revealed in front of people little by little. He intersected with the powerful ministers of the court, and it can also be said that he formed a party for personal gain. Although Xia Yuzhi was suspicious, after all, he was similar to the speculation of his father and mother, and he only recognized Su Duhan's unwillingness, but he could not be accused of rebellion.

Unless he admitted his previous life, Murong Wei couldn't find a reason to convince Xia Yuzhi that this Yuping Mountain had a hollow valley, which was enough for 100,000 people.

Murong Wei's urgency to climb the mountain every day, Xia Yuzhi only thought that she and her sister were curious about the natural scenery, so she patiently picked up some flat and easy places to walk, and accompanied the two of them to relax, but she didn't know that Murong Wei was worried, looking at the mountains of Yuping Mountain all day long, and didn't know where to start.

After a few days, nothing was found, which made Murong Wei anxious. There was a cool breeze blowing in the morning and evening, and she suffered from some wind and cold, Xia Yuzhi was worried about her body, and refused to take her out no matter how much she begged.

Murong Wei had no choice, she took the medicine early in the morning, so she had to stay in the palace and open the "Da Zhou Zhi" that never left her every day to pass the time.

Xia Lanxin has always obeyed Murong Wei's habits, and when she saw her staying in the palace, she came to accompany her every day.

Influenced by her grandfather and grandmother, Xia Lanxin has loved to watch public maps since she was a child, and often has to learn from Xia Yuzhi. Seeing that Murong Wei was a little lazy and moved, and only sat quietly flipping through the book, Xia Lanxin also casually opened the map of Xixia on the case and carefully figured it out.

Xia Yuzhi had breakfast, worried about Murong Wei's cold, asked the imperial doctor a few words, and came to visit in person.

When the tassel was reported, when he came in to see, he saw that the hall was burning with sandalwood, and the breath was light and transparent, Murong Wei and her sister were both dressed in ordinary clothes, one was sitting on the couch with a big pillow and flipping through the book, and the other was sitting at the desk and studying the map, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

The two girls were more casual than at home, the younger sister was loosely holding her hair in a bun, only bringing a few flower ingots, and Murong Wei didn't even pull her hair in a bun, only tied two long braids, tied with a small beaded flower headband.

The fine morning sun sprinkled in evenly through the window sash, and Murong Wei's whole body was bathed in the morning sun, and after the rendering of the glow, her eyebrows became more and more picturesque.

Xia Yuzhi was reluctant to look away, looked at it stupidly, and was a little annoyed by his frivolity, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and asked Murong Wei about typhoid fever with concern. Knowing that she didn't have a fever last night, and knowing that the medicine prescribed by the doctor was symptomatic, she felt a little relieved.

A few steps forward to take the book in Murong Wei's hand, Xia Yuzhi said: "I used to take care of my illness, but I looked at these brain-consuming things, and Lan Xin too, I don't know how to persuade, I look more attentively." ”

Xia Lanxin raised her head indifferently, glanced at her brother sideways, and still landed her gaze on the snow wave paper in front of her. (To be continued.) )