The morning light leaked through the pane, and a few chirps from magpies woke up the lingering autumn fatigue.

Hun Qingchen lazily raised his eyelids, and a pair of amber peach blossom eyes broke in.

Murong Qian was leaning on the head of the bed, looking at her intently, she couldn't help but laugh: "Ah Qian, what are you looking at me like this?" ”

Murong smiled lightly and said nothing, and put a piece of paper into Lu Qingchen's hand.

"What is this?"

Hu Qingchen held the pink document in his hand, and his fingertips carried a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and the familiar words came into view, "The peach is dying, scorching its bloom." ”

Xun Qingchen turned his head and looked at Murong Qian suspiciously: "This is not the day of Chinese New Year's Eve, the word you inscribed on the peach charm?" ”

Murong raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to look down.

Hu Qingchen unfolded the paper and was slightly stunned: "The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room." ”

Murong Qian bent his peach blossom eyes, stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the soul lock mole in the corner of Qingchen's eyes: "Qingchen, I knew at that time that sooner or later, you would become my bride 1" The peach is dying, scorching its glory. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room. "It turned out that this congratulatory wedding message, from the beginning, was written by him to her." Murong Gongzi, quickly put away your ink treasure! Xun Qingchen couldn't hide his shyness, pretended to be angry, pushed the paperwork to Murong Qian, and hid in the quilt, "When did I marry you?" The things in the dream can not be true1 After Murong was silent for a while, he nodded and said thoughtfully: "Hmm! I don't think it counts either! Xun Qingchen lifted the quilt, exposed his head, and looked at Murong Qian's stern appearance: "What?" Do you regret it? Murong pursed his thin lips and said word by word: "Hmm...... Regret it! "Okay, you Murong Qian!" Xun Qingchen sat up straight, reached out and pinched Murong Qian's ears, pursed his lips and threatened, "You dare to say this again, be careful with your ears 1" Qingchen! I'm serious! "You ......" "Ouch! Hurt! Murong Qian hurriedly grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of his hand, "I regret it, I shouldn't have been in a hurry to marry you while you were sleeping, you don't know how touching you are when you wear a dowry!" If we stand together, we must be talented and beautiful, and we are ...... made in heaven" A trace of regret floated in his eyes, and immediately, he shook his head to stop Murong Qian's boastful talk: "Murong Prince, you really don't forget to boast about yourself at any time!" I'm a beauty, but you're a talented person...""What's wrong with my talent?" Murong Qian reached out and touched the soul lock mole of Hun Qingchen, "My, big beauty 1" Oops, I hate it! Don't touch my 'Soul Locking Mole' again! Hu Qingchen knocked away Murong Qian's restless hand and pointed at his nose, "I warn you, this is the seal of the water god's soul!" Beware of the removal of the seal, the divine power overflows, but there is no good fruit for you to eat1 "I know, you are the god of water!" The corners of Murong Qian's mouth hooked up a hint of banter, "But, do you know who I am?" Hu Qingchen replied without thinking about it: "You are Murong Qian, 1" What else? "The sixth son of the emperor, Li Congjia!" "What else?" "King Zheng!" Murong Qian leaned over for a minute, the tip of his nose touched the cheeks that were as light as snow, and his voice was ambiguous: "What else?" The peach blossom face of the light dust slowly turned crimson, and the tone became soft: "I, my husband 1" Yes, I am your husband! Murong Qian's gaze was fixed on Hun Qingchen's "Soul Locking Mole", "In my previous life, I was your husband.1 Hun Qingchen pushed Murong Qian away, looked at him in a daze, and wondered: "In the previous life? ”