Gu Chenxiao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and his gentle words sounded in Murong Wei's ears from time to time, like a song that was extremely moving.

The smile on Murong Wei's lips never dissipated, she lazily stroked Gu Chenxiao's lap, and he played with a strand of her black hair around her fingers, but she couldn't help but tangle with Xia Yuzhi's topic before leaving: "Chenxiao, will our journey be extremely dangerous?"

"What are these words?" Gu Chenxiao's eyes were as bright as the warm sun, full of broken gold: "An important moment that is only once in a lifetime, how can it be destroyed in Gu Zhengnuo's hands." You can rest assured, when we enter Beijing, this turmoil will have already come to an end, and Kangnan will be a clear Haiyan River. ”

Gu Chenxiao's words were shallow, and he carefully straightened Murong Wei's somewhat inclined grate, as if he was talking about the wind and snow, and he did not have the solemnity of the current war.

Infected with Gu Chenxiao's comfort, Murong Wei also showed a relieved smile on her face, and the drunken charm of that touch of cigarette made Gu Chenxiao never get tired of looking at it.

His fingers gently stroked Murong Wei's long hair, and then gently rested his chin on her head: "Ah Wei, let's go from three thousand green silks all the way to the frost and snow, and then go to this life and then the next life." ”

Murong Wei closed her eyes slightly, but her eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and she trembled slightly: "The next life is not enough, and it will be life after life." ”

The few blooming flowers in the cabin were light, and the river gently lapped the side of the boat. For a long time, neither of them spoke, but they just chewed and reminisced slowly, and it was also a quiet time.

The hand that wraps around his hair is so warm and soft that you want to sink into it. Murong Wei straightened up and asked Gu Chenxiao to get the silver scissors. Cut a lock of his black hair, and then cut a piece of his own green silk, and the two strands of hair were combined to form a fine and dense concentric knot, which was loaded into his purse for Gu Chenxiao.

Gu Chenxiao looked at Murong Wei weaving very patiently, her delicate fingers flew up and down, and the wisps of green silk shuttled between her fingers like a dance, with a strange warmth, and the veins wet his eyes.

As long as she has been so warm and quiet, it doesn't matter if she doesn't say some secrets. Gu Chenxiao knew that Murong Wei had an unknown past in her heart, just like the pain she couldn't express in words, she still couldn't mention it.

She knew his preferences, knew his temperament, and occasionally looked at him like an old friend.

There are also the 30,000 private soldiers hidden in the imperial tomb by Nalan Qing, which is a secret that even the dark night has not known, Murong Wei has never set foot in the land of Kangnan, but she said a word.

There was also Murong Wei who never mentioned her grievances with Gu Zhengnuo, and Gu Chenxiao could feel the bone-eating hatred from her words countless times. When did two people who have never crossed paths end up with this monstrous hatred?

Some things may be providential, or they may be the fate of the previous life. Gu Chenxiao shook his head gently, not intending to get to the bottom of it, but only gently wrapped Murong Wei's hand in his palm.

The lingering Du Ruo's fragrance was light and sweet, but she was intoxicated by the smell, Murong Wei blinked her eyes lazily, suddenly put her hand on Gu Chenxiao's arm, and shook it coquettishly: "When you enter Beijing, can you accompany me to the Miluo Fudi to have a look?"

"Little fool, the concubine has given the blessed land of Miluo in your name, and you are now its master, and you can go and live at any time. Gu Chenxiao's fingertips doted on the tip of Murong Wei's nose, and his heart was like flying in the clouds.

If Chengyuan is just a small knot in his heart, Miluo Fudi is the guilt of his previous life. Murong Wei missed the osmanthus full of golden flowers, the swaying lotus, and the warmth that she occasionally drew from Gu Chenxiao in her days in Kangnan.

The gentle rippling of the hull, the laziness of the afternoon sun, and this extremely reassuring embrace, Murong Wei buried her head in the crook of Gu Chenxiao's arm, and sleepiness gradually swept away.

As if muttering, and like a low dream, Murong Wei's eyes gradually closed. Gu Chenxiao seemed to hear her say vaguely: "I miss that autumn so much, I miss the garden full of cinnamon and lotus fragrance there, and your smiling face under the tree." ”

As if there was any memory overlapping with Murong Wei's words again, in countless dreams, Gu Chenxiao saw himself standing alone in the Miluo Blessed Land, overlooking the beautiful woman in the distance, but he woke up with grief.

Perhaps, that was his previous life with her?

The boat was moving slowly, the journey was smooth, what Xia Yuzhi and Murong Wei were worried about really did not appear, looking at Gu Chenxiao on the way to pick up a few flying pigeon messengers, a smile appeared on his face that was getting more and more relaxed, Murong Wei knew that everything was under his control. When she was about to ask, Gu Chenxiao smiled silently, and just took her into her arms.

In early September, the official boat on which the two men were traveling docked at the Royal Pier in Kangnan. In the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, the Chinese military ministers of the DPRK competed to greet them, and two lines were separated on both sides of the pier, and the momentum was extremely huge.

The long red felt from the string ladder of the official ship has been paved to the dock, the bright yellow dragon and phoenix auspicious pattern reflects the September Jiaoyang is particularly bright, the princess Niangniang stands under the bright yellow sprinkled gold green embroidered incense Luo cover, smiled and stretched out her hands to her son and daughter-in-law: "Ah Wei, morning flute, all the way hard, quickly follow the queen mother back to the palace." ”

Murong Wei sensitively captured Concubine Jun's words, and her ink-painted eyes glanced at Gu Chenxiao, looking at Gu Chenxiao with a smile on her head, revealing a clear smile.

Murong Wei happily bowed to Concubine Jun, and her eyebrows were full of joy: "The son has not congratulated the queen mother on her mother's honor in the world from now on, but she actually asked the queen mother to come to greet her, so that Ah Wei is embarrassed." ”

Xu is afraid of colliding with a pair of newcomers, the queen is wearing a silver and red phoenix robe today, with bright and bright colors, like the sunset, and the whole person seems to float in the glow.

She helped Murong Wei up with a smile, and then grabbed the two of them one by one and walked towards the bright yellow glazed brocade carriage not far away, with a deep smile in her eyebrows: "I can't say it clearly, let's go back to the palace to talk in detail." Tonight, your father and the emperor will hold a banquet in the Qinse Palace to catch the wind and wash the dust for Ah Wei. ”

With the queen's Luan in front and Gu Chenxiao and Murong Wei's cars behind, the mighty brigade went straight into the imperial city and walked along Chang'an Avenue to the main gate of the palace.

Abandoning the car for a chariot, Murong Wei and Gu Chenxiao's Yunfeng walked to the front of the Fangzheng Building one after the other.

Between the phoenix-tailed forests, camellias, and green bamboos, Murong Wei suddenly saw a team of forbidden troops hurrying on the side. Seeing their footsteps from afar, the forbidden soldiers stopped and avoided the side of the road.

In the middle of the forbidden army, there was an escorted prisoner. He was unkempt, with two tattoos on his temples, and walked with a heavy burden on his shoulders against the wooden flail, and his eyebrows and eyes were still unruly.

Even though she saw it for the first time in this life, Murong Wei still had the idea of crushing him to ashes.