Murong Wei has come to Chengyuan many times, she is no stranger here, and she also wanted to quietly carve Su Duhan's name on the ancient banyan tree, but she was afraid that it would be known, so she only carved a simple Su character. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Murong Wei touched a delicate knife hidden in her sleeve and revealed a contemptuous smile. How can he be so virtuous that he can get her heart's approval?

Since I came to Chengyuan today, I erased the word Su from the tree and uprooted people from the bottom of my heart. He and her are destined to not even be strangers.

Thinking back to the ten years of Chongming in the previous life, before he got married, he quietly came to Chengyuan, wanting to break the concentric knot and engrave the unfinished name.

At that time, knowing that she had no chance with Su Duhan in this life, she was full of regrets, and hid the concentric knot in a mottled hole in the ancient banyan tree, and then married in a hurry.

In the thirteenth year of Chongming, or should I say the first year of the millennium, she was sent back to her hometown, and Su Duhan once held her concentric knot and asked her to admit that she had never forgotten him.

Tassel betrayed her too much, and all her every move was taken into Su Duhan's pocket.

The so-called love is deep and painful.

On the night she returned to her homeland, Murong Wei buried her hatred in her heart, repainted her eyebrows and red lips, and appeared in front of Su Duhan with a charming and gorgeous attitude, holding a mortal heart and snuggling in his arms.

Su Duhan was fascinated by her, and Murong Wei quietly pulled out the golden hairpin when he was heartbroken, wanting to stab him in the throat. It's a pity that he turned his head to dodge, and the sharp golden hairpin only stabbed him in the neck, but could not take his life.

After ten years of abolition of the palace, he did not kill her, but asked her to face him and the concubines every day. She was unwilling to die, and finally survived until she died with him.

Murong Wei looked at the tassel, this girl who has been by her side since she was a child, always loves the delicate and delicate that alternates between goose yellow and turquoise, once upon a time she was empathetic, she has been with her for many years, and the secrets between the children who have been shared with her countless nights are like the wind in the past.

The tassel didn't know it, but when she saw Murong Wei looking at her, she smiled back softly.

Chengyuan is very close, but a cup of tea, the carriage has arrived at the main entrance.

It was almost noon, the wind was weaker, and the snow was gradually lightening, and only fine snow was sandwiched in the wind, revealing the coldness of winter.

Murong Wei wore a hood, stepped on clogs, and walked slowly with a tasseled hand.

Chengyuan is well cared for, and a clean path was swept out of the bamboo forest earlier, but at this time it is only covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and the square blue brick road is printed with melted water stains, which looks particularly lonely.

When the wind blows, the snow above the head is like dust, and even the air has the unique fragrance of bamboo, which makes people want to take a deep breath.

There were few pedestrians in the park, which was exactly what Murong Wei wanted, and she directly lifted the green gauze hanging from her hood, revealing a face that deceived frost and snow, and walked forward. The tassel thoughtfully followed behind her, holding out the pink satin palace umbrella with a flowery annual scene, covering the top of her head.

All the way forward, the path is still crooked, and a few guards are accompanied by tourists, not far away and not close to scattered around.

Occasionally, the jackdaw cries sadly, breaking through a piece of tranquility, as far as the eye can see, the snow and ice lake, the old trees are verdant, and it is more enjoyable than the palace.

Murong Wei looked for the ancient banyan tree in the direction of her memory, and touched the knife in her sleeve, thinking about how to get rid of the tassels around her.

Suddenly turned the rockery, and before she could speak, she found that there were already people under the ancient banyan tree.

A young man stands tall, his hair loosely tied with a black ribbon, a white coat with black fur and a white coat, and black thick-soled feather satin boots.

The neckline of the man was loosely tied with inky black glittering gold silk, and most of the sleeves of his pen were exposed, and the cuffs of the white snow brocade dark pattern feather satin were embroidered with the pattern of gold and black eight treasures of the spring.

As he moves the brush, the pattern of the sleeves is like water, smooth and smooth, as if the whole person has also entered the painting.

Behind him, a large crank umbrella painted with white satin splashed ink was held high by the servant, half of it was held above his head, and half of it was firmly protected by the long scroll, which was half of it rolled.

At the end of the painting, the man is still focused on his heart.

Murong Wei didn't want to be disturbed, so she had to put down the green veil that covered her face, stood five steps apart, and waited for the man to stop.

As far as the eye could see, most of the long scroll was presented in front of Murong Wei's eyes, and it was actually an extremely delicate silk painting.

The inner and outer gates of the imperial city, Yongding Street, the surrounding markets, transcendent platforms, the famous ******, and then to the Vermilion Bird Street, the city gate tower of the outer six palaces, the alleys of the market, and the people's homes, all jump vividly on the paper, as if the Qingming Riverside map flowing in the previous dynasty.

The young man focused on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and finally sketched the curved dome of the pavilion, and stopped with a sigh. Above the pavilion, a large blank space was used seemingly at random, depicting the winter day of flying snow and dust to the third point of the wood, such a delicate painting did not know how long it took Murong Wei to admire in her heart.

Sensing that someone was coming, the servant standing on the side whispered to the childe, the man was immersed in the painting, and it took a long time before he turned his head, and a breezy face pet gently crashed into Murong Wei's eyelids.

is really a good-looking man, with long black eyebrows and sideburns, comfortable starry eyes like a pool, a clear face as pure as snow on the bamboo, warm and beautiful, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and a gentle smile is like the warm sun in winter, and the bustle is quiet.

Murong Wei's breath stagnated, and the nails wrapped in the sable warm fur pierced sharply into her palms, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

Murong Wei bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from moaning, and her face became pale and clear at that moment. She carried her skirt and passed him in a hurry, so hurriedly that the corners of her skirt hooked the slanted bamboo branches on the side of the road, making a slight cracking sound.

The green yarn was raised by the wind, and Gu Chenxiao saw the girl in front of her whose face became strangely pale for a moment, and her heart churned.

He wanted to take a closer look, but the green yarn hung down, and the familiar face was separated behind the green yarn, and she only gave him a back.

The figure that left in a hurry was slender and thin, and even the back was strangely familiar, as if it had been engraved in the depths of his memory years ago, but there was no trace of it.

This is the first time I have come to Xixia, how can I have acquaintances. Gu Chenxiao shook his head self-deprecatingly, picked up the pen from a different angle, and finally drew this thousand-year-old banyan tree.

There can be no familiar people here. This was the first time he had stepped into the realm of Xixia. My grandfather passed away, and he returned to southern Xinjiang for his mother a month ago to mourn, and now everything is done and he is on his way back.

He pitied his mother's concubine, the woman in the deep palace was beautiful and beautiful, even if she had the favor of her father, she couldn't hide the deep loneliness between her eyebrows and eyes.