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Bu Xihuan looked really serious, he put away the marriage book and led Twilight Qing from the dresser and walked to the bed, "The marriage book is here, can the wine lady have a drink with her husband?" ”

"......" Twilight was speechless, did he really come? She was wearing just a costume.

"How can the official seal of Shengjing Mansion cover your marriage book?" Bu Xi smiled and said, "You and my marriage book must be stamped with the national seal." ”

"Shengjing Mansion?" Twilight asked.

Marriage certificates that are not stamped with official seals are not counted.

She kept this day in her heart, picked up the marriage letter and was about to put it away, Bu Xihuan came over and held her hand, and took the two marriage books into her arms. Twilight raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled, "I haven't stamped the official seal yet." ”

March 16.

Bu Xihuan walked to the bed tent, widened the robe of the guard, and changed into the big red dragon robe. Twilight Qing was still sitting in front of the dresser, looking at the two marriage books, and saw that the inscription was: "March 16, 19th year of Daxing Yuanlong." ”

The girl bowed her head slightly, her lips were like cherry blossoms, and she smiled beautifully.

"Qingqing, if my father and mother are alive, I will rejoice for you and me." He hugged her from behind and persuaded her with a smile.

Tonight, she finally confided in him, but he only felt a tingle.

Since Jiangnan first saw her, she was stoic, unyielding, indestructible, and unbreakable, a lowly woman walked from Jiangnan to the northwest, from the northwest into the court, dressed as a man, official and three-grade. There is no woman in the world who is as strong as her, but he only sees her using coldness as her armor and coldness as a knife to protect herself, and never reveal the softness of her heart to others.

When Bu Xihuan put down the pen, he saw the girl sitting alone in front of the mirror, two lines of tears, wet makeup.

If Dad was still alive, he would be happy.

Father......

But tonight, she was wearing the wedding dress in the play, but someone combed her hair and wrote a marriage book for her.

At that time, she didn't know when she would be able to get married, and after her father passed away, she felt that it would be difficult to marry one day in this life.

The candles on the dresser were bright, and according to the neatly arranged rouge gouache, she suddenly remembered the box of rouge locked up by her in Jiangnan's home, since she was ten years old, she bought the same as a year, and her father saved a dowry for her, hoping that she would use it when she got married.

Father, Twilight Mountain......

Name, birthday, a dowry, a letter of marriage, he wrote it for her, the name of the matchmaker and the main marriage was empty, and he only wrote his mother Bai's in his parents' surname, but her parents' names and surnames were written, and she watched him write his father's name.

Twilight Qing didn't seem to hear this, she looked at the two pieces of red paper in a daze, and watched Bu Xihuan write the names of the two and the eight characters of birth with that graceful and vigorous pen, and he actually knew her birth date, and wrote it down without asking, word for word, I don't know when he checked it, and how long he remembered it in his heart.

Bu Xihuan didn't raise his eyes, there was softness in his voice, and there was also a smile, "My uncle is not easy to get along, who knows if he will regret the success of the great cause in the future, or write a copy as soon as possible, and it is better to save it." ”

Twilight was stunned.

Bu Xihuan took Twilight's hand, brought her back to the dresser, helped her sit down, and then took the pen and ink red paper. She sat and he stood, and when he saw him pick up a pen, he wrote, "Marriage book—"

When she transcribed the transcript, Moon Shadow returned.

Twilight was very satisfied with this recital, and took up the pen and transcribed it into the recital, and ordered someone to send it to the court tomorrow.

Bu Xihuan's gist in the twists and turns is that the case of Chunniang has become known to the people, and now the people are panicked, and the facts of the case need to be made public, one to soothe the hearts of the people, and the other to soothe the hearts of the army. The people's will is of little use to the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, but the military spirit is the concern of the Yuan Party, and now it is a critical time for military training, in order to prevent the naval division from being affectionate, the DPRK and the Central Committee will definitely issue an article to publicly return the innocence of the Jiangbei naval division.

"It's better written than Yan poems." She commented.

"How?" He asked.

Bu Xi smiled without saying a word, pecked Twilight on the cheek, she really didn't ask anymore, glared at him and got up and walked to the desk, looking at the notes he had written.

Twilight turned around and asked, "Red paper?" ”

A figure hung upside down outside the window, and when he heard the order, he went.

"Someone!" He suddenly called people, but he didn't turn around, he still looked at his face in the mirror, his eyes greedy, "Take two pieces of red paper, and then bring me the robe that I will return to the palace tonight." ”

Bu Xihuan sighed, and remembered a sentence - pleasing to the eye is a beauty, and there will be no beauty for a thousand years from now on.

I thought she was as cold as frost and snow, and only plain colors could line her, but I never thought that this festive color would have a unique charm on the body, like a bride.

The wooden comb was in the tray, Bu Xihuan picked it up, loosened her hair for Twilight, combed her temples lightly, carefully picked a thousand silks, gathered cloud temples, hairpins and golden hairpins, shook her steps, and made up flowers. Gouache is lightly applied, the rouge is faint, he uses hydration dai to paint her thrush, dips his finger in the ointment to point her lips, a piece of gold leaf flower is blown in the center of the eyebrows, he picks up the cinnabar and draws the stamen on the gold leaf. Put the pen in the mirror, only to see the girl in the mirror if the moon shoots the cold river, the bright glow reflects the Chengtang, dizzy and delicate, shocked by the heavens.

But tonight, he wanted to tie her hair with his own hands.

Twilight turned around and saw him walk to the front of his desk and bring the tray of rouge gouache and gold leaf, which he placed on the dresser and stood behind her, measuring her in the mirror. Her mother died early, her father was the only one in the family, and no one wanted to teach her to make up, and she remembered that at a glance on the official road of Gushui County, a green bamboo hairpin curled her hair, and it was as simple as tonight. In fact, her green silk is like satin, so simple, and the green silk is sagging, which makes her tough and upright like a bamboo.

Bu Xihuan put Twilight Qing on the round stool and sat down, and said, "Sit down." ”

Twilight took a breath, a little nervous, and stared at Bu Xihuan closely, only to see that he didn't carry her to the couch, but carried her to the dresser. It is said to be a dresser, but in fact it is just a pear wood carved table, with a bronze mirror on it.

"The lady is very beautiful, why do you need to pretend to be a woman for your husband." The man sighed heartily, and suddenly got up with her in his arms.

Bu Xihuan heard the words, smiled happily, he couldn't know her temperament better, knife mouth tofu heart!

"Fake! I wanted to bring it up for you to wear. "Twilight is not right.

The surprise came so suddenly, he felt like he was in the clouds.

He's not dreaming, is he?

The wrist was grabbed from behind, Bu Xihuan usually looked lazy in his bones, but his strength was quite great, Twilight staggered back two steps, and fell back into Bu Xihuan's arms. The man sat in a chair and hugged her, buried his face in her dress, smiled lowly, laughed for a while, and asked her, "Qingqing, is this true?" ”

Twilight was uncomfortable with him, and she couldn't smile comfortably, so she turned her head and left, "If you don't get used to it, I'll change it!" ”

Bu Xihuan woke up, he had never lost his temper like this, and after coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh and laugh at himself.

Bang!

Twilight's ears are slightly red, and she puts the flower in front of him!

She was referring to dressing up, but Bu Xihuan didn't seem to hear it, and she was still stunned.

Twilight Qing walked up to Bu Xihuan with the flower holder, her eyes turned away, her cheeks were pink, and her body was cold, and she suddenly added her daughter's coquettishness, "That...... I don't know much about that. ”

The candle is bright and fragrant, the painting building is deep, and the man looks at the girl in a daze, like a scene in the house.

The light at the staircase is very dim, the girl comes from the candlelight and shadow, the light ochre high shirt phoenix embroidery belt, the peony Luo skirt is cut in one color, the small building has no flowers, there seems to be a red flower faintly where she walks, the Luo skirt is winding, and the palace is heavy. The girl's fat powder is not applied, the green silk is simple, Qingzhuo is still there, dressed in red, but it is gorgeous!

He looked up as he spoke, smiled, and his voice stopped abruptly.

When he heard footsteps coming from the stairs, he still looked at the Codex and heard that it was Twilight's footsteps, and smiled before she got closer: "Forensic doctor? That's ...... word."

The time of waiting was boring, so he took her codex and looked at it, these days when she was not in the house, he came to the governor's mansion, often took her codex to read, the more he looked at it, the more puzzled he became, the words in this codex were not the words of the dynasty, it looked very strange, but he felt quite reasonable. He became more and more curious about her background, but before a hundred days had passed, she refused to say, so he had to wait.

Seeing that Twilight had not returned, Bu Xihuan got up and took a notebook and put it on the table, although he had written it, he needed her to copy it onto the notebook. He laid out the notebook, the pen and ink, and the written sheet of the notebook in the seat where she had sit, and waited for her to return.

If she left the house, she would tell him, and Moon Shadow would come to report, and she went out without a word, probably because she thought of something missing from the case, and went to the front to tell the matter.

Where did it go?

In the attic, Bu Xihuan put down his pen and looked at the stairs.

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She almost pulled the dirty pants onto the tub, but remembering that the man in the attic accompanied her to think about the case, she was silent and considerate for a long time, gritted her teeth and put them on, and then got out of the water, and bent down to get the skirt. A light in the house is like a bean, the girl bends down to take her skirt, turns around, and the exquisite shadow is reflected on the screen, like a dream.

Twilight Tie's face was blue, she just asked him for a set of drama robes, where did he want to go?

"......" Damn Moon Kill!

According to the customs of Daxing, only the bride wears the profane pants embroidered with Luomei, which means the body of the virgin, the flower candle in the cave room, and the king Luomei.

Luomei ......

She gritted her teeth and put on the silk belly pocket, and bent down to get the dirty pants, which were also red, three inches long to the knees, and the cuffs were embroidered with delicate falling plums.

She reached out and lifted the belly pocket, and it was silky in her hand, and the candlelight showed a picture of a magpie in the lime. Twilight stared at the plum blossom for a moment, and gritted her teeth to herself—the pink and white flowers were really placed!

Twilight suddenly wanted to put on the battle robe and take all these things to Bu Xihuan, let him wear the robe, and let him wipe the rouge, but remembering the warmth between his eyebrows when he picked up the lamp to write a recital for her, his heart softened.

The efficiency of "......" monthly killing's errands is really getting higher and higher.

Not only do they have belly pockets and pants, but there are also rouge gouache, daibi lipstick, flower hairpins, and gold leaf flowers neatly placed next to the robes.

Why do you even have a belly pocket?

The door creaked shut, and Twilight looked down, her ears red.

When Twilight is about to take a bath, Moon Kill returns. There was a screen in the room, and Moon Kill put the robe he got back at the door, and when he closed the door, he raised his hand to flick it, and the flower tray with the robe slipped flat on the ground and slid to the side of the bathtub.

"I'm a little tired, I want to rest early tonight, you can go and rest too, just let Yue Ci clean up in the house." After Yang filled the tub with water, Twilight told her to step back and went inside.

Twilight stayed where she was for a while, her face was as usual, and then she left the attic, Yang boiled water in the kitchen, and Twilight told her to fetch the water into the side room. She has always bathed in the attic, and tonight she suddenly had to change places, Yang was quite strange, but she kept her duties and didn't ask much.

Moon Kill swooped out of the attic, his body disappearing into the night, ghostly.

"......" Twilight's face turned green.

"It's okay, I just feel like there's a woman standing in front of me all of a sudden."

"How?"

Moon Kill didn't move, just looked at Twilight with a strange gaze.