The newborn sun was warm, sifting from the branches of the trees and falling on Su Duhan's face, reflecting the soft and handsome lines of his face, and the warm breath was the same as before. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Murong Wei couldn't figure out how she could be so inconsistent.

I can't see the paleness and fleeting panic of Chinese New Year's Eve, nor the cold and fierce in my previous life. If it weren't for the fact that she had experienced everything in the past, Murong Wei would have suspected that this life was a dream.

Su Duhan walked slowly in front of Murong Wei, handed out a woodcarved lotus lantern like a trick, and glanced at her with undisguised pampering: "It's also confusing to ask, I'm keeping filial piety, how can I participate in a grand ceremony like the poetry meeting, I'm waiting for you." ”

No wonder, Murong Wei actually forgot about this stubble, no wonder, in such a big scene yesterday, several princes in the Hou Mansion were accompanying guests, but they didn't see Su Duhan's shadow.

Murong Wei pursed her lips and smiled shyly, as if apologizing for her negligence.

The green shirt was raised, and Su Duhan's cloak was blown by the wind, like a green barrier in the distant mountains. On Murong Wei's bright tulip skirt, those blooming roses seemed to be about to sprinkle the rain of flowers all over the ground.

The golden skirt and Su Duhan's pale green cloak contrasted, the colors of the clothes blended, and the two stood almost side by side. There is no bloody wind and national hatred and family hatred in the future, only the two little bamboo horses and green plums who have no guesses at this moment.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two have always been like a pair of golden boys and girls.

Su Duhan had a shallow scar on his hand, which was just right to be exposed in front of Murong Wei. After all, the hand that often holds the sword is not used to holding the carving knife, and after careful carving, it falls on the hand after a few strokes, and fine beads of blood are dripping.

Murong Wei hesitated and reached out, wanting to caress the wound, but was stopped in place by Mama Luo's light cough.

The shuangjing, which is coated with a thin layer of rouge, is more delicate than before. Murong Wei's breath fluttered, like a musk Rulan, as if she was explaining to her suddenly retracted hand: "Mama has been teaching rules these days, and I am afraid that the daughters who came to the banquet today will look down on her." ”

The tassel in Su Duhan's eyes was always so understanding, she slowly stepped forward, took the wooden lotus lantern in his hand, and bent her knees to leave.

The shallow dimples on the tasseled cheeks appeared with a smile, and the green tourmaline on the black hair was like a blooming flower in spring, reflecting Su Duhan's eyelids, he also smiled slightly, and pursed his lips again.

Su Duhan's gaze swept over Mama Luo, only nodded to the tassel, and then said to Murong Wei: "Ah Wei, the orchid you planted last year bloomed yesterday, although it didn't catch up with the Spring Festival, but it caught up with Shangyuan, which added joy." I put them in my study and see them every night. ”

"Also, the kapok tree planted together in the garden has also come to life, if you want to see the flowers, you will have to wait about next year, but now the leaves are green, do you want to see it when you have leisure in a few days?" Su Duhan's voice was deep and very good.

In almost every sentence, there is something for Murong Wei to recall.

The wisdom sword cuts the love thread, from which it can be cut off, but the root is deep into the bone marrow and is difficult to pull out together. Murong Wei pressed her hand to her heart and adjusted her breathing. If you say that you don't feel sad and sour in your heart if you give up on the person in front of you, then you are really deceiving yourself.

Murong Wei took a deep breath, didn't answer Su Duhan's question, and still asked softly, "Have you asked the imperial doctor to go and see your aunt?" ”

King An's Mansion, he can avoid it for a while, but he really can't avoid it for a lifetime.

These days are busy with poetry meetings, she and Wen Wan have never had to go to see their aunt, only two greetings, Chu Zhaohui is afraid that the juniors will worry, so naturally he will report good news and not bad news.

"The doctor went to see, it's okay. After taking the medicine, I drank the pear juice boiled with Chuanbei and rock sugar in the past few days, and it was almost better. Su Duhan knew that she cared about her mother, and said it in detail.

"My cousin greeted my aunt for me, and I went to visit my aunt after a few ****", thinking of her aunt's thin figure, Murong Wei felt distressed.

"Mother always knows your heart. You go and get busy, I said with my mother, I'll wait for you at the house", Su Duhan smiled softly, signaled to the direction of the four seasons, and asked her to go to the poetry meeting.

Murong Wei nodded in agreement, afraid that Wen Wan would wait for a long time, so she gently blessed her body, so she turned around and walked to the side.

The skirt is elegant, and the skirt is elegant. The breeze of early spring blew the hem of Murong Wei's long tunic, revealing the pale pink Shu brocade embroidered flower palace shoes with purple vines.

The delicate lotus steps were bent and curved, so light that they seemed to fly in the wind, Su Duhan's eyes were squinting, and he lingered for a long time, only feeling that his cousin was like a flower fairy in the mortal world, and he was only worthy of his affection.

"Ah Wei", he couldn't help but call out again.

Murong Wei turned her head and cast him an inquiring look. A ray of golden warm sun reflected between the eyebrows, as if countless Ambilights were beating in the eyes.

"Ah Wei, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you to watch the lanterns and set off fireworks tonight", a hint of gloom flashed in Su Duhan's eyes.

Last night, they slipped out of the palace with the Xia family brothers and sisters, walking on the Qinglong Street, where people came and went, and the lights flowed, and they played happily until the third watch. In the future, I am afraid that such days will become less and less, and he looked at Murong Wei's gaze with deep affection.

His cousin, his childhood bamboo horse Qingmei, hated everyone with the surname Murong and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. still can't hate her, but is always entangled in deep love and pity.

The hateful Qin Heng actually said those words in Shoukang Palace on the first day of the first year.

Thinking about Qin Heng, the prince of Jian'an, whose character is not inferior to himself and whose identity is obviously superior, Su Duhan's gaze suddenly became cold. He said goodbye to Murong Wei again, lowered his eyes to hide the anger in his eyes, and calmly turned around and walked outside the palace.

He once learned the words of the first year of junior high to his cousin from Yunnan, who pondered for a moment, and contemptuously mentioned the names of Emperor Chongming and the Empress Dowager and said: "Jian'an is just a temptation this time, leaving some dignity for Xixia." If you make up your mind and want to marry, don't talk about Murong Qing, it is useless for Qiao Huanxia to come forward. ”

Uncle Cousin asked him to make a painful decision, not to learn from his father, for the sake of a woman to miss the great cause. But he just watched Murong Wei go away, but he somewhat understood his father's mood back then.

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son", how beautiful it would be to hold the hand of his beloved and make a promise to her to stay together for a lifetime.

Until the two of them grew old, they still snuggled together and laughed at the sunset when they were gray-haired, what kind of happiness they were.

It's just that in about this life, I won't have such a chance again. He took the first step, or even earlier, when he hid in the main hall and witnessed his father bowing to Emperor Chongming, some cause and effect had already been planted. He and Murong Wei have drifted apart. I am afraid that all the efforts made now will be in vain in the end.

It's in vain, and you have to gamble after all. Perhaps, God will favor him, and the country and the beauty will let him get together.

Su Duhan had a lot of thoughts, his face was as silent as autumn water, and he didn't look at the few daughters who participated in the teacher's paper meeting, and went straight out of the palace gate. (To be continued.) )