Because the grass on the shore is green and green, the flowers are embroidered, and the fragrance of rice is swaying in the distance, the scenery is sultry, Xia Yuzhi ordered the boat to dock, and several people abandoned the boat and landed on the shore. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night wind is fir, Ren is ruthless and moving, not to mention the bright moon in the sky, and the canada in the distance.

On the grass there were brocade mattress cushions, and there were several large pillows upright. There was already a girl on the side, and a kang table and a small table were prepared. There are some fruit plates and cups on the top of the table, and a pot of flowers carved with rock sugar and ginger slices is fragrant, refreshing.

Everyone talked and laughed, so they sat down on the brocade mattress, and the little girl poured wine and drank a full glass.

Seeing the blue sky full of stars, high and clear, Murong Wei recalled such a scene, and it was rare to play in the beauty of the palace when she was young. It's just that when I think of their respective situations now, I feel embarrassed for a while, and I feel quite ruthless.

Naturally, no one mentioned the hidden thoughts, and asked the wine to the east wind, and they were calm. These days together are as difficult as stolen, and I don't know whether to cherish them or not.

Xia Yuzhi ordered the guards to catch fish in the morning, and at this time, a fish basket contained washed fresh fish and a lot of scallops.

Already the guards had erected a rack and lit pine branches with torches, burning the grilled fish rack to the brim.

The people in the small kitchen waited beside them, just waiting to grill fish for everyone, and watched the masters sit down, and hurried over to salute.

It turned out to be the young cook lady who roasted chestnuts and sweet potatoes for Murong Wei and her younger siblings in Xiaozhuxuan during the heavy snowfall last winter, and was arranged to be on the ship by the Shanggong Bureau this time because she served well last time.

Murong Wei raised her eyes, and actually recognized the person, and said with a smile: "It turned out that you are on the boat now?"

Seeing that the eldest princess could recognize herself, the cook lady was very happy, and bowed her knees and replied: "The slave Qiuxiang has seen the princess, and the orders of the Shang Palace Bureau must serve the good masters." ”

Thinking about the half day of the last year, because of the skillful hands of this cook, Murong Wei smiled and said: "It turns out that you called Qiu Xiang, the meal that day was extremely delicious, and the memory of the palace is still fresh, I don't know what tricks you can do today?"

Qiu Xiang tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then replied: "Would the princess like to add some orange peel and rock sugar to the roasted fish, one to remove the fish, and the other to taste?"

The chef was ingenious that day, and the bowl of hand-rolled noodles was very strong, and Murong Wei still had an impression now. Suddenly seeing it again, he added some warmth to his heart, and said with a smile: "Your hand will is naturally trustworthy, and it is made according to your method, so there is no need to be restrained." ”

The cook was ordered to go down to clean up the fish, and Murong Wei's thoughts suddenly returned to the snow that day.

On that day, she regained her family affection and enjoyed with her younger brothers and sisters, and she also met Gu Chenxiao again in the palace.

In her previous life and in this life, Murong Wei had almost never faced her feelings for him, but now when she saw the moon and thought about people, she suddenly found that that person's smile and smile were deeply rooted in his bones.

Peeled orange slices cut into small slices for a fragrant taste. Just chewing on the name, Murong Wei's heart was filled with a sweet and sour, clear and long-lasting taste like this fresh orange.

It is also sour and sweet, and it has been aged for many years, like wine dyed and drunk parting and Qingqiu.

The first acquaintance with lovesickness is loneliness.

The past life and this life are constantly intertwined in the mind, on the lakeside of the Dragon Boat Festival, Murong Wei suddenly wants to face her mind, wants to calmly find a direction to meet Gu Chenxiao, and wants to relive the autumn moonlit night when the osmanthus was fragrant in the past.

Buried in front of his arm, Ren Na's worries and thoughts dyed the water waves green, rippling with the wind. Murong Wei listened to the water of Taihu Lake slowly lapping against the reef, and the thoughts in her heart grew like wild grass for a while, and she was caught off guard.

In the palace of Kangnan Nan, the night was as sultry as a beautiful veil, and Gu Chenxiao was unbearable for a long night.

Fang just received Lieqin's thousand-mile biography, and learned that Murong Wei was still wandering on the return journey, and Gu Chenxiao's mind was also like waves. He walked slowly outside the court, looked up at the moon with longing, and couldn't help but take out the purse that had been hidden in his sleeve, and stroked the turquoise on it, as if he saw the beautiful face of the clear lake.

The bamboo shadow outside the hall was panicked, sprinkled with moonlight, which seemed to add an inexhaustible lovesickness.

In the Shoukang Palace on the first day of junior high school, Qin Heng's words about marrying Xixia echoed in his mind again. For the first time, Gu Chenxiao, who was graceful and noble in his life, had a deep panic, fearing that his background was not worthy of Murong Wei's dignity.

Looking at the direction of the Prince's East Palace, Gu Zhengnuo's obscene and greedy face flashed in front of him, Gu Chenxiao shuddered, and a bold thought suddenly arose in his heart.

On a moonlit night, his back was as calm as a mountain, as if he had suddenly taken on a heavy burden of a thousand gold.

Sleepless at night, and then re-reading the few paragraphs with Murong Wei's name written in Lieqin's letter, Gu Chenxiao simply spread out the rice paper, and according to the appearance in his memory, he sketched Murong Wei's face like a prosperous scene.

The lakes and mountains look at each other, a kind of lovesickness, and the two places are leisurely. Many years later, Murong Wei and Gu Chenxiao leaned on the railing to look back, recalling the night of the Dragon Boat Festival in the eighth year of Chongming, and they still had the shyness and sweetness of the throbbing youth.

On the shore of Taihu Lake, the chef named Qiuxiang quickly disembowels the fish, shaves it into two pieces, smears it with spicy sauce, and then fills it with washed and shredded orange peel, and then skewers it on the shelf with silver skewers.

As soon as the fragrance of pine wood is savoured, the chef leisurely turns the fish over, carrying cumin, pepper, sesame salt and other seasonings, the technique is as light as the goddess scattering flowers, and the fresh fish is evenly dipped in the steaming fresh fish between the sprinkles, and there is a strong aroma wafting in the gentle night.

The aroma lingered, pulling Murong Wei's thoughts back, and she set her eyes on the lake in the south.

The water is far away, and you can't see Kangnan in the distance. It's just that the night is sultry, and there is nothing to worry about, only by living a wonderful life can you live up to the tragedy of your previous life. Murong Wei has never been so clear as she is now, since she has missed her past life, she must hope to be connected to this life.

In Qinglian Tai, he who was about to leave had sworn that there would be a period in the future, and there was tenderness in his eyes. It's just that across the landscape, Murong Wei doesn't know what kind of intersection the two will have.

Away from the crowd, she laid down her handkerchief, sat alone on a smooth bluestone, quietly took off her shoes and socks, and put her feet in the clear water.

In previous lives and in this life, it has been a long time since I had been so indulgent. The cool water overflowed the feet, gently rippling, like the mood of wanting to say goodbye. Murong Wei couldn't remember what she had cared about and ignored in her eyes when she was thirteen years old, except for Su Duhan.

Wen Wan's description of the five years of filial piety is like stabbing Murong Wei's heart with a needle every day. It is unimaginable that such a man who is as quiet as snow on the bamboo will also have a day when Huafa will be born early and leave alone.