The cold air outside the window hits people, and the spring flows in the window.

Inside the curtain is a picture of the extreme fragrance, and the women in the dragon and phoenix quilt are like flowers and jade.

The only thing that was quiet was the cold wind outside the window, Murong Yichuan and Wanruo were just like this, looking at each other, without saying a word, the two of them seemed to be stuck together by honey at this moment, and their world was only each other.

Murong Yichuan held his emaciated face and said distressedly, You have lost a lot of weight compared to when I left.

As if with a smile, I was pregnant when you left, and it seemed that I was naturally much more rich, and you also lightened.

Murong Yichuan frowned slightly, and continued to say softly, I lived in our old house last night, and chatted with Tianjue for most of the night, and then we slept together, when it came to Shangguan Tianjue, their faces sank slightly, because when they mentioned Shangguan Tianjue, they would naturally think of Ping'er.

As if sighing and whispering, Tianjue has been immersed in the pain of losing Ping'er, in order to relieve his mood, I left Xue'er by his side, and having a child under Chenghuan's knees can comfort him a little.

"What you think about is thoughtful, I treat Tianjue as my own brother, and you also have to treat him as your own, Ping'er specially instructed me to become Tianjue and Susu before he died, but when I mentioned this matter to him, I was-" Murong Yichuan sighed, and a little helplessness and sadness flowed between his eyebrows.

As if he condensed his eyebrows, he muttered that Su Su was in love with Tianjue, but Tianjue was always cold and indifferent to her, and Luohua was ruthless, but this was Ping'er's last words, and we must complete it for her.

Murong Yichuan said categorically that it was natural.

Murong Yichuan and Wanruo didn't talk much about Ping'er, let alone talk about their drunkenness and love that night, but Wanruo didn't ask why the other party wanted to give Ping'er the title of concubine, thinking that Ping'er was infatuated with Murong Yichuan, and he couldn't get a name before he died, so what did he mean when he died?

The two of them kept warm on the bed for a while, as if they were personally waiting for Murong Yichuan to take a bath.

After many days of wind and dust, Xiaoxing stayed overnight, Murong Yichuan had no time to take a bath, sitting in a bathtub full of petals at the moment, looking at the faint smoke in front of him, his body and mind were very comfortable.

"Ruoruo-" Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand and pulled Wanruo into the water together, "You-" Leng was unexpectedly pulled into the water, and the clothes on Wanruo's body were completely touched, and he felt extremely uncomfortable, "Ruoruo, I want to play in the water with your mandarin ducks." In the hookah, Murong Yichuan rudely tore off the clothes on her body, and took her naked body into her arms, and the heat of the water and the man's breath rushed up together, as if she felt a little dizzy.

It seems that she is not so interested in playing with Murong Yichuan Mandarin Ducks, but she still tries her best to satisfy the other party.

I have been lonely for so long, I have been thinking about it for so long, and I finally have to stay with Murong Yichuan to do anything, as if he will cater to him.

The two of them stayed in the water for about an hour before they returned to the bedroom exhausted, as if taking out a jade letter from the side of the pillow and handing it to Murong Yichuan.

Murong Yichuan took the jade letter and opened it gently, "Are these the red beans you have accumulated?" "In the past, when the two of them passed the book, they seemed to tell him that he would collect a red bean every day and put it into the jade letter, one a day, and now he sees that a lot of red beans have accumulated in the letter, and it seems that he has indeed gone for a long time this time.

He lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly filled with tears, "A total of two hundred and thirty-two red beans, and more than two hundred days seem to me to have passed more than two hundred years, and I feel so tired and tired." Well, now you're finally back. I'm going to boil red bean porridge right now. Murong Yichuan returned the regret full of red beans to Wanruo, stepped forward and kissed his wife's eyebrows lightly, and solemnly said that we will not be separated in this life. As if looking at the man's serious expression with emotion, he said softly, I believe.

It is as if in the small kitchen of Zhaoyang Palace, the two hundred and thirty-two red beans representing acacia are boiled into a thick porridge, and they are served in two jade bowls and placed in a red tray with dragon and phoenix patterns. The distance from the small kitchen to Sun Moon Xuan was very short, but it felt like he had walked for a long time.

"Eat acacia porridge together, and stay together forever. If so, I will never be separated again. Murong Yichuan said emotionally with the steaming red bean porridge, as if he nodded slightly, and said with the same emotion, I wish you nothing like Jiang Louyue, and I will not lose money when I am full, as long as I am reunited.

Murong Yichuan stared at his wife with tears in his eyes and solemnly promised, "Dry and cracked, I want to be with you." “

The two looked at each other for a long time before they each drank the slightly cold acacia porridge in their hands.

Half an hour later, Chunhong and Chunxiang took the palace maid and eunuch to start serving, every dish on the table is Murong Yichuan's favorite on weekdays, and their respective ingredients are as if they went to the imperial dining room a few days ago to choose in person, she wants to wash the dust for her husband, and those who can do it themselves must do it themselves.

It was as if he personally brought a bottle of acacia wine made from acacia flowers, and sent Chunhong to the imperial garden to fold a few cinnabar plums.

This red plum naturally has a special taste for wine.

It's like she almost doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, but today she also got herself a glass of acacia wine.

In addition to being the most happy that Murong Yichuan can come back, it is Xiao Qianxue.

"Husband, now that Ping'er is gone, Su Su wants to take her place and serve by your side, but Su Su will also have to marry Tianjue in the near future, you need a female official by your side after all, do you have a suitable candidate?" The originally warm atmosphere at the dinner table instantly became a little dull because of the mention of Ping'er. Murong Yichuan drank all the wine in the cup, let out a long sigh, and said with infinite compassion, Ping'er's position is irreplaceable.

It was like comforting Murong Yichuan Bucai, Ping'er's good nature is irreplaceable, but she has gone, you also need a capable person by your side, Chunhong and Chunxiang around me have been good in the past two years, but Chunhong wants to marry Xifenglie, and I have to keep Chunxiang.

Murong Yichuan thought for a moment and then said in a deep voice This matter will be said later, the New Year is approaching, I want to go to the imperial mausoleum tomorrow to visit Ping'er, and then deal with some court affairs, this year the queen mother will celebrate the New Year in Lingyin Temple, we will make the New Year simpler.

For Murong Yichuan's mention of yì Wan Ruo agreed, but for the matter of going to see Ping'er, Wan Ruo said I will go to see her with you.

Murong Yichuan said decisively, I want to stay alone for a while.

His decisiveness seemed to have stuffed a stone into Wanruo's throat, and he didn't seem to say anything for a long time.