The afternoon sun is warm and bright, the phoenix tail forest in the Bright Wei Palace, Tongyin is entrusted, there is a different kind of quiet.

If there is anything unfinished in the homeland, there is only the word "Su" engraved on the ancient tree of Chengyuan in the previous life.

"Accompany me to a place..."Murong Wei and Gu Chenxiao both spoke at the same time, and stopped their voices at the same time. Exactly the same seven words came out of the mouths of the two, with a different tacit understanding.

Murong Wei was snuggled in the crook of Gu Chenxiao's arm, her face was as red as wine, she looked at the other party's eyes as bright as stars intoxicated, and said in a low voice: "It's a guest from afar, you say first, where do you want me to accompany you?"

Gu Chenxiao's eyes reflected the figure of hiring Tingting, which seemed to be a moon shadow wrinkled by the breeze. He laughed softly, and the overflowing tenderness was like a sparkling wave, rippling on Murong Wei's heart in waves.

The two of them coincidentally set their eyes in the direction of Chengyuan.

In Gu Chenxiao's memory, it was the place where they met for the first time in this life, and the ancient trees in Chengyuan witnessed their chance encounter that day, and they should also witness their promise in this life.

In Murong Wei's arms, that was the place where she had engraved Su Duhan's surname in her previous life, and the page of the past was turned again, and she wanted to make a concentric lock with Gu Chenxiao there, waving goodbye to her depressed self in her previous life.

There was no rumor of Luan, and there was no one to follow, only Murong Wei and Gu Chenxiao left the palace in their regular clothes, and a carriage with black lacquer was simple and low-key, and slowly stopped at the gate of Chengyuan.

Along the path between the bamboos, smelling the unique clarity of the bamboo, the two slowly walked to the front of the old banyan tree.

Gu Chenxiao still remembered the girl's hurried departure that day, as well as the pale face at that moment. There is still sourness welling up from the bottom of my heart, but it is slowly replaced by sweetness. He lifted his shirt, untied the purse that never left him, took out the skirt that used to hang on the withered bamboo in Chengyuan from it, and handed it to Murong Wei as if he were invited.

The blue-green purse embroidery is outstanding, it is clearly the one that Murong Wei lost on the Qinglian Terrace, and the silver rose branches are hooked on the lilac silk strands inside, and it is clearly the missing corner of her skirt.

"Bad guy, since I said goodbye to you on Qinglian Terrace, my purse disappeared, and it turned out to have fallen into your hands. Come on, how did you get it?" Murong Wei was also angry and angry, and her expression was extremely moving.

The clear warm sun sifted through the treetops, and their faces danced with a golden hue. Gu Chenxiao couldn't help it, and once again grabbed the touching fragrance in front of him, his warm lips gently covered her lips, and he smelled the unique fragrance of roses.

Resting his back on the wide trunk of the ancient banyan tree, Gu Chenxiao smiled lightly, and the familiar aroma of Du Ruo lingered on the tip of Murong Wei's nose. He will tell you how Chengyuan picked up the remnants of her skirt that day, and how she became a gentleman on the beam when Qingliantai said goodbye.

"Ah Wei, when I saw you here for the first time that day, I don't know why, the pain in my heart was sharp", Gu Chenxiao stroked Murong Wei's hand on his heart, revealing an intoxicating smile: "Now this place is full of sweetness, and there is no trace of sentimentality." ”

Even though he walked through Huangquan Road and drank Meng Po soup, Gu Chenxiao never completely forgot Murong Wei in his heart. Even if he didn't hold the memories of his previous life hostage, it still didn't prevent him from following his heart in this life.

Murong Wei slowly stretched out her hand, gently wrapped around his waist, and threw herself into the incomparably warm embrace of these two lives, sincerely grateful to God for giving her a chance to do it again.

Where the wind passes, the leaves are cut, and the ancient trees of Chengyuan are still lush and lush. Surrounded by a pool of clear water, reflecting the clear sky, a flying crane is rising into the sky.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky.

Gu Chenxiao slowly took off the jade flute on his waist, and with a slight touch of his fingers, the clear flute sound slowly drifted in the wind, and it was still the song "Phoenix Yu Fei" that he and Murong Wei were very familiar with.

Rubbing the rough trunk of the ancient banyan tree, Murong Weizai carefully searched for the marks he had left in his previous life.

Xu is the waste of time, Xu is the time of the clouds and rain, on the trunk of the ancient banyan tree, there is no trace of the word "Su" that should have been mottled a long time ago.

is regret or relief, at this moment, with the autumn wind in the distance, without a trace.

I don't know when, Gu Chenxiao's flute gradually stopped, he slowly hugged her from behind, holding a mandarin duck lock made of red gold like a trick in his hand, and said affectionately: "Ah Wei, let's lock the lock together." ”

There was a click, and it was the crisp sound of the golden lock dropping key. The two of them slowly crouched down and sank the lock into Chengyuan Lake along with the key. The lake rippled shallowly, and after a while it was as calm as ever.

The brilliant golden cleats gradually melted into the clear lake, and gradually disappeared from the sight of the two.

Murong Wei pulled out the long hairpin under her hair, and engraved Gu Chenxiao's name on the ancient banyan tree one by one. Gu Chenxiao also took out the dagger on his waist and carefully engraved the three words Murong Wei on the side of his name.

After drawing water from the lake to wipe Murong Wei's dusty hands, Gu Chenxiao said seriously: "Ah Wei, we meet in a lifetime, and the fate is too shallow. I only wish to never abandon you in the rest of my life, and I will always be husband and wife with you. ”

Murong Wei also raised her right hand lightly: "The sky is above, the thick earth is below, Murong Wei is willing to be married to Gu Chenxiao forever, and life and death depend on each other." ”

The four eyes are facing each other, and there is a little tenderness in each other's eyes. The sunset is gradually setting in the west, the clear lake is flowing water, the light smoke is twilight, and the silhouette of a pair of beautiful people embracing each other affectionately is picturesque.

Early in the morning of the second day, it was the moment when Murong Wei was about to set off. In less than five watches, Murong Wei was woken up by Mama Luo, put on makeup for her according to her rank, and bowed to the Queen Mother, Emperor Chongming and Empress Chu with Gu Chenxiao, and then returned to Canwei Palace to change her clothes again.

The dragon and phoenix with red bead pattern are auspicious and colorful sprinkled with gold peony Ji dress, and Murong Wei's high bun is a gorgeous and noble glazed phoenix crown. The multicolored phoenix in the middle holds a longan-sized night pearl in its mouth, and two strings of ruby tassels hang down. Under the flowers, Murong Wei's smile was faint, but it was more gorgeous than a tree of flowers.

The song is endless in the distance, the Bright Wei Palace has been piled up with gold and jade everywhere from the inside to the outside, the bright yellow glazed tiles reflect the newly painted vermilion palace gate, and the golden copper nails on the top are shining, all showing the dignity of the heavenly family.

Three steps and a pavilion, five steps and a pavilion, hanging red silk satin everywhere, and the concentric knots made of red silk are blowing with the wind.

Gu Chenxiao waited outside the palace for auspicious time, his eyes occasionally drifted over the still lush wisteria blossom stand, remembering that the two had met here several times, the smile on the corner of his lips gently rippled, and his cheeks were as if they were red by the smell of wine.