After the snow stopped, the temperature rose steadily, and the snow began to melt, and now it is the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and the snow in and around the palace is almost gone.

The evening breeze is slightly cold, and the moon is like a hook.

As if he felt a little bored, he invited Murong Yichuan to accompany him out to watch the night scene, "It's windy outside, you will have a headache when you go out." Murong Yichuan held a volume of "Zuo's Spring and Autumn Period" in his hand and said softly while flipping through it, "It's okay, you can go with me, if you don't allow me, then I will go by myself." As if whispering softly, his hand had snatched the book from the other's hand. Seeing that Murong Yichuan insisted like this, he had no choice but to say, then I would give up my life to accompany my wife, "I don't dare to sacrifice my life." It was like a smile.

Murong Yichuan slowly walked out of Changle Palace with his arm in his arms, and the night was getting thicker and darker at this time.

As soon as he left the palace gate, he suddenly stopped, "Why don't you leave?" Murong Yichuan asked puzzled.

It was like saying, you wait here, without waiting for Murong Yichuan to react, it was as if she had turned around and went towards Changle Palace, and she hurried back in a hurry, still holding a guqin in her arms, "Just take the qin, why bother to run by yourself and send the palace people there." Murong Yichuan hurriedly took the qin in his arms, and felt a little distressed about her personal experience. It's like saying that people want to be an ordinary couple with their husbands, and it's common to let others do everything for you?

Murong Yichuan Jue seemed to be reasonable, a little smile appeared between his eyebrows, and he said again and again that what his beloved wife said was very true, we have to be an ordinary husband and wife.

The two walked out of the palace in the moonlight, and stopped under a thatched hut not far away.

The small thatched hut in front of me was built by the people who came to hunt nearby, in order to rest and relax, after coming to the palace, it seemed to find this small thatched hut, and seeing that the thatched grass on the roof was a little sparse, he sent someone to renovate the thatched hut, and the tables, chairs, benches and a small wooden bed in the house were also renewed.

Murong Yichuan walked into the small thatched hut with Wanruo's hand, they didn't have a palm lamp, let the light of the stars and moon illuminate it, although it was still a little cold, but Wanruo was still full of interest, once upon a time she wanted to live a pastoral life where the thatched eaves were long and moss-free, and the flowers and trees were planted by hand, but in this life, even if this is just a yearning that can be attained.

The hut is surrounded by a pine forest, so the sound of the wind passing through the pine forest is very clear.

"Husband, you see that this is the bright moon and pine photos written by Wang Wei in the poem, but unfortunately there is no clear spring stone upstream." It is like standing at the door and looking at the moon shining on the pine forest, the beautiful scenery that is as light as smoke and the people who are also facing the scene with themselves on the side are full of interest.

Murong Yichuan is in line with the Tao, since there is no clear spring stone upstream, it is also good for us to listen to the pine wind and cold.

"On the cold seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold, although the ancient song is self-loved, people today play less, then let's play an ancient song to meet the occasion." As if with great interest, he picked up the guqin and sent it to Murong Yichuan's arms, "You listen to me play the qin on weekdays, and tonight I want to listen to my husband play a song for me." ”

Since he had a good relationship with Wow Ruo, Murong Yichuan has rarely kissed him, and he knew that his piano skills were not as good as Wanruo, so he simply gave up the piano and was willing to be a listener of Wanruo.

After receiving the piano, Murong Yichuan groaned slightly, and his slender fingers began to caress the strings, which had not been touched for a long time, and he was a little rusty at the moment.

Murong Yichuan stroked the strings for a while, and regained the feeling when he played the piano in the past, and the broken notes were gradually connected into an ancient rhyme, and a song "Alpine Flowing Water" made him play like Kunshan chalcedony, and the beads fell on the jade plate. It was as if he was intoxicated by the intoxicating sound of the piano, and gradually lost himself, but he didn't know the end of the song, seeing that Murong Yichuan couldn't bear to scratch his eyes, his fingers fell quietly on the strings, and he fell into silence at the moment, and he could only have the wind through the pine forest, or a few dogs barking in the distance.

After being silent for a long time, Murong Yichuan inadvertently moved his fingers on the piano slightly, and a light sound broke the original silence, and the two of them woke up like a dream, "Although the husband has not touched the piano for a long time, the piano skills are still as exquisite as ever." "It's like lying in a man's arms, and he said sincerely.

For the praise of Wanruo, Murong Yichuan rarely said humbly, your piano sound is incomparable to that of a person in the sky, and it is better to sigh for your husband.

At this moment, it seems that they are very greedy for this kind of state of relying on each other and only each other, and I really hope that the two of them will grow old quietly.

"Husband, Zi Yan will come to see us tomorrow, and I have a hunch that she will take Danhe away." After a moment of silence, the sound of kneading sound sounded again.

Hearing this, Murong Yichuan's originally stretched eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "You shouldn't allow her." Murong Yichuan still didn't understand the matter of privately promising Zi Yan to succeed Xiao Danhe, although he also cherished Zi Yan, his only sister, but it was actually difficult to let him give up his biological daughter to his sister, so when he talked to Murong Yichuan about his step-Xiao Danhe, he didn't say anything, and his face was very unhappy.

As if knowing that she was a little embarrassed to mention Xiao Danhe at the moment, she saw that Murong Yichuan was in a good mood at this time, so she talked about it.

From Murong Yichuan's tone, she seemed to hear displeasure, but she pretended not to hear it, and continued, Zi Yan has been childless under her knees, I am really not enthusiastic to see her depressed all day long, we just passed Dan He to her, but it is just inside and outside the palace, and it is not that we will never see each other again, I know that I swore in front of Sister Ruoxuan's grave before that I would pass on a child to her, I am naturally a gaffe to do so, for the sake of Ziyan I would rather lose my trust with Sister Ruoxuan and you, now Yun Sleeve is gone, and Ping'er is also gone, The only good sister I have been with for many years in the capital is Zi Yan, my daughter was born to me, if you say that I am reluctant to be better than you," when it came to emotion, she only felt that her nose was unbearable, and she tried to stop the tears she wanted to shed.

Hearing this, Murong Yichuan was silent for a long time, "If Zi Yan likes children, she can raise one from the people, or from the Murong clan, why did she lie to our children?" Although it seems that Xiaozhi is moved by emotion and reason, Murong Yichuan still refuses to let go lightly, and wants his child's surname Zhong Liqi to be willing?

Seeing that Murong Yichuan still refused to let go, as if he was simply not reasoning with him, "I would rather my daughter be raised by Zi Yan than her to pass on to your Ximen Ruoxuan, I will ask you today whether Ximen Ruoxuan is important or Zi Yan is important in your heart." ”

Facing the vexatious Murong Yichuan, he frowned, "Which one is this, this husband and wife relationship and brother and sister relationship are originally two different things, besides, I didn't fly to let you pass Danhe to Xuanxuan, and when he arrives, I will choose a baby girl from the Murong clan as her stepdaughter to raise in the palace, and I can't bear to give our daughter to Ziyan." ”

"The deceased has no children under your knees, so you will do everything possible to give her a successor, but when did you care about Ziyan having no children? The imperial doctor said that Zi Yan and Zhongli Wenjun can have normal births, but they have been childless because Zi Yan is under too much pressure, Zi Yan promised me that as long as I have Xiao Danhe, she will stop taking infertility medicine, I think she put down the pressure and take it naturally, maybe the child will be there soon, our daughter is our daughter no matter where she is, and when she gets married, we can still send her to marry with the specifications of a princess, but Danhe has another pair of parents to love, Yi Chuan, I don't want to lose my trust with Zi Yan. Because of the constant love between himself and Zhongli Wenjun, he only felt that he owed Zi Yan a lot, so he was able to say in a similar way that Fu Murong Yichuan agreed to give Danhe to Zi Yan as his daughter, but the real reason in his heart seemed to be unable to talk to Murong Yichuan, and he felt very depressed.

Murong Yichuan never thought that he would be so persistent, if he continued to prevent the relationship between the two of them from continuing to ossify, after a long time, Murong Yichuan finally nodded, "Zi Yan is really blessed to have your sister-in-law, I promised you to give our Danhe to Zi Yan, but you have to promise me to give birth to a son soon to compensate me." ”