Qin Heng wants a wife who can not only be with him through thick and thin, but also be able to rely on him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two know each other, like the rise of the moon and the eternity of the sun, and they have gone through the rest of their lives together.

Since he wanted to join hands with Wen Wan for the rest of his life, Qin Heng hoped to be recognized by her sincerely, instead of tying her to his side reluctantly with just a holy decree of marriage between the two countries.

In the palace, it is said that it is not big, and it is not small when it is small. Ninghui Hall and Hanzhang Palace are not too far apart, and Qin Heng has deliberately wandered in the corridor between the two palaces, but he has never had a chance to find a trace again.

Taking advantage of the clear air this morning and a few wisps of flowers, Qin Heng stepped out of the Ninghui Hall and strolled along the lakeside, his heart was inextricably linked.

The climate in Xixia is warm, and now in September, the osmanthus is still fragrant. There are occasionally a few osmanthus trees scattered on both sides of the road, and they are still full of golden flowers. He followed the aroma and walked into the Imperial Garden.

Under a tall osmanthus tree, Wen Wanzheng instructed the palace maids to pick osmanthus flowers with bamboo poles, wanting to make some fresh cakes and give them to Queen Chu and Mrs. An Guo and others to taste.

Under the golden osmanthus tree, the beauty is like jade, and the legacy is independent, which can crash into Qin Heng's eyes.

Wen Wan was dressed in a hosta white cloak, which was embroidered with dotted green calyxes, and the core of the flower was outlined with gold wire, shining in the morning sun. Under the brilliant morning glow, those gentle eyebrows and eyes were so dignified and delicate, like butterflies fluttering and wings flying, staying in Qin Heng's heart.

The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light.

A touch of ecstasy hit Qin Heng's heart, he stood on the rockery, staring at the gentleness who was only a few steps away, and his face showed a gentle expectation. There is the joy of reunion, but also a slight sentimentality.

It is the woman who cried silently under the big tree on the horse farm that day, the beautiful woman on the small portrait brought to him by the breeze, or the bosom friend he has been searching for in his dreams.

For fear of disturbing Wen Wan's concentration, Qin Heng just watched from afar, greedy and hot.

A palace maid in pink clothes held a bamboo pole and hit the osmanthus flowers, and the other two in blue clothes followed a three-foot square piece of green silk under their heads, and the falling osmanthus rain fell on the green silk one after another, and the two palace maids in blue clothes were busy picking up those complete petals from the top and putting them into the bamboo basket in their hands.

The three of them cooperated tacitly, and after a while, the kung fu had already filled a small half basket, and the maid of the Biyi Palace happily held the basket in front of Wen Wan to invite credit: "Look, the county lord has a good bloom of osmanthus this year, and it is still undefeated at this time." ”

The canonization is imminent, and the title of Hanzhang Palace has already been changed, and he is gentle and not pretentious, so he just accepts it calmly.

The golden fragrance of osmanthus splashed everywhere, and she nodded with a gentle smile, her fingers gently brushed the petals, and suddenly noticed the stagnant sight not far away. When he looked up, he was facing Qin Heng's warm and elegant gaze.

Wen Wan's heart was agitated, and there were still a few golden cinnamon on her fingers, she bowed lightly and called His Royal Highness the Prince.

The palace people knelt on the ground, and in the morning breeze, Qin Heng walked towards Wen Wan with the falling flowers all over the ground, and vaguely felt that this scene was clearly recognizable, as if he had experienced it personally.

It was as if there was a time in time when he had stepped on the red felt all over the ground and walked to the person who was waiting for him on the other side, and then gently took her hand. Memory and reality overlapped, and there were waves frantically beating against the barrier of Qin Heng's memory, and he just hated to break the embankment, he unconsciously called softly: "Wanwan?"

Some memories coincide, the delicate face that cried speechlessly in the racecourse, the picture of the broken liver and intestines in the dream, and the clear water hibiscus face in front of me. Unable to get a response from the beautiful woman, Qin Heng called out affectionately according to the deepest memory in his heart.

That graceful voice crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, crossed the expectations of two lifetimes, and reappeared between Qin Heng's lips and teeth.

After waiting for too long, listening to the familiar call again, Wen Wan suddenly wanted to cry, and then the tears fell uncontrollably, gently sticking to her long eyelashes, and slowly wetting her cheeks.

The flowers fell on the ground and were speechless, only holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes.

In the life and death of the previous life, he and she both made a vow to see each other in the next life. She has the memory of her previous life, and she will always sit alone on the couch on every night when the moon is round or crooked, deeply thinking about the person who is far away in the world, and turning her fingers around her soft intestines into pieces of sadness.

In this life, the two have never intersected, but he clearly called out the name "Wanwan", from such uncertainty, to overflowing affection, and then containing eternal pain and sorrow.

The heart is like a stormy wave lapping on the embankment, the memories of the past and present lives have come back, and Wen Wan bit a few deep blood marks on her lips. She slowly took two steps forward, and her trance smile contained a faint sourness: "Wen Wan has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." ”

"You didn't call me like this before," Qin Heng looked at the real person who was a hundred times clearer than in his dream, and trusted his instincts more and more. The two are not meeting for the first time, but after a long separation, they are waiting for another reunion.

Under the golden laurel tree, the maid of the palace in pink clothes had already collected the bamboo pole and led the two maids of the palace in blue clothes to retreat and wait. Looking at this scene alone, the master and Qin Heng, the prince of Jian'an, have long been familiar with each other. was afraid that the partition wall had ears, and the three of them tacitly stood at the intersection that must be passed, which blocked the sight of others and left enough space for the master.

When you meet a person with a white head, choose a city to grow old. In this life, across thousands of rivers and mountains, he only came to find her. The two are separated by a few steps, but they seem to be separated by years, and each other's hearts turn a thousand times.

"Ah Heng, I have always called you Ah Heng in the past", a sentence that lingered on his lips was warm and appropriate, slowly overflowing the gentle cherry lips. The morning breeze blows the gentle hosta white cloak, still as light as a chrysanthemum, she stands under the golden laurel tree, although there are tears on her face, her smile is more dazzling than the bright golden cinnamon.

Qin Heng slowly stretched out his hand to Wen Wan, waiting for her to respond to him. It was as long as waiting for a century, and finally held this pair of soft wattles in his arms again. The two stood side by side, the same hosta in white and snow, leaving a gentle imprint in each other's sunken eyes.

The meeting of eyes is the whole of the conversation, just like the tacit understanding in the previous life.

The words on the side were all redundant, and Qin Heng whispered softly between his lips and teeth, as if he was confessing, and as if he was pouring out: "The bitter cold of the north, when I came, I had ordered the prince's East Palace to tie the color, ready to welcome the concubine, Wanwan, would you like to go back with me?"

The tears on Wen Wan's face had melted into Qin Heng's smile, and she held Qin Heng's big hand with distinct knuckles, and the words weighed more than a thousand pounds: "Like the moon is constant, like the sun rising." Even at the ends of the earth, if you don't leave, I won't give up. ”

Everything was so natural and proper, and the clouds in the sky flew by, just like many years ago, and the beauty of the overflowing light seemed to be the most sincere blessing.

Qin Heng was reluctant to be a beautiful woman, only the smile in his eyes went straight to the bottom of his heart: "After the canonization ceremony of Prince Peng, I immediately wrote to Emperor Chongming and asked to marry you as the crown prince and concubine." ”