There is a kind of love called infiltration.

The third day of October is an ordinary day, but for Murong Ziyan, this day is not ordinary, because eighteen years ago today she came to the world like an angel, but she lost her mother as soon as she was born, so she followed the Empress Dowager Xiao, and the Empress Dowager Xiao regarded her as her own.

"Princess, princess, the Queen Mother has sent someone to send longevity noodles." Zi Yan had just finished dressing up, and Caiyun hurriedly walked over, it turned out that every year on Zi Yan's birthday, Empress Dowager Xiao would order someone to make a bowl of longevity noodles for her children, so Zi Yan was her adopted daughter, so naturally she had the same treatment.

Zi Yan hurriedly said when she heard this; "Send them away for a few taels of silver, and I won't see them." Zi Yan looked very anxious, "Princess, where are you going?" Caiyun saw Zi Yan hurriedly walking out of the house, so she hurriedly chased after her and asked, Zi Yan said while walking quickly;" Go to Wenjun's study and see the birthday present he gave me. Zi Yan said the word Wen Jun, but her face was already smiling.

Zi Yan hurriedly came to Wen Jun's study, then took out the key and opened the study, she hadn't been here since Wen Jun left, because Wen Jun had explained that she couldn't come in until her birthday, and Zi Yan waited for this day to come early with a curious heart.

Zi Yan gently pushed open the door, and was immediately stunned by the qi qi in front of her, the walls of the room were full of paintings, and the characters in the paintings were the same person - Murong Ziyan, Zi Yan in each painting was different, some of her sat cross-legged on the grass and was leisurely, some of her stood among the flowers and competed with the flowers, some of her holding a brush and writing with her intellectual and elegant, and some of her ...... Murong Ziyan looked at these portraits and tears wet her eyes in an instant, she asked him to paint a portrait of herself last year, but she didn't move for so long, she thought that he had forgotten it, she thought that he had only painted "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" for one person in his life, and at this moment he understood what the Tao was without sunshine but sunny, and at this moment he realized that he had always been in his heart.

Zi Yan came to the front of Wen Jun's desk, there was a yellow envelope on it, and there was a delicate small red box next to it, Zi Yan picked up the small box and opened it gently, and suddenly a faint fragrance rushed to her face, it turned out that there was a box of rouge inside, Zi Yan looked at the rouge carefully and found that it was different from the rouge bought elsewhere, she couldn't say what was the difference, she picked up the letter, believing that the answer should be in the letter.

Zi Yan took out the letter and slowly unfolded it, and what caught her eye was Zhongli Wen Junjuan's neat handwriting, which was written on it. "Zi Yan; My good wife, when you read this letter, I was already on my way to South Vietnam, and today is your birthday, and I can't be with you to say sorry to you first. Zi Yan actually has too many things to say to you, but I don't know where to start, at this moment my heart is turning a thousand times, holding the pen but I don't know what to write or say. Zi Yan I remember that you once asked me to paint a portrait of you, I know that you want to express your heart by the order of the portrait, I know that you don't want to see the portrait of her hanging in my study, I admit that I was selfish at the time I shouldn't have done that, looking back on it for so long, I was really cruel to you, I painted for you with my heart, I hope you can like the painting on the wall, please forgive me for not mentioning the poem on it, because I don't know what to write, but I promise that sooner or later I will put the painting on the poem that belongs to you and me, I hope you can give me a little time. There is also that box of rouge, which I made for you specifically for you, it is extracted from the juice of purple molly, and then added red bean flour, as well as spices, as well as late autumn dew, and some materials for rouge are made together, in fact, the book does not require the addition of red beans, but I still added it, and people say that this thing is the most lovesick. Zi Yan is waiting for you to use this box of rouge with me, and it is also when I return. Zi Yan; Finally, you can say happy birthday to you. At the end of the letter, there is a short, lingering poem

Pillow incense, flower diameter leakage. Meet according to the appointment, after dusk. In the season, the cold people are sick and the wine is cold, the east wind is plowed, and the pear blossoms are thin all night.

Cover the silver screen, hang the green sleeves. Where to blow the flute, the pulse is slightly funny. The intestine is broken and the moon is bright and red cardamom, the moon is like that time, and the person is like that time?

Zi Yan didn't cry in the face of such deep affection? There was a warm current in her heart, how she wished that he could be by her side at this moment, and she would definitely kiss her fiercely.

Zi Yan carefully kicked the letter into her arms, and then held the box of rouge in her palm like a treasure, and stood quietly in the room looking at the portraits in the room, as if she saw her beautiful and happy future.