This stay lasted until March of the following year. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The days are as plain as water, quiet as water, but they are as peaceful as Fuxiu has never been.

Perhaps, this is also the life that the emperor loves!

He has always been very kind and funny, and he is more popular than Fuxiu, and soon he became acquainted with the people in the village. Needless to say, the host's family will also bring a bowl of broth or a bowl of meat from time to time and send it to him to replenish his body.

In February, his body was basically recovered, but he did not say a word about leaving, but from time to time he brought a bow and arrows up the mountain, and brought back a wild boar or a wild deer to give to the villagers to eat. Fuxiu was afraid that his wound would open again, so he was by his side all the way, and when he saw that he had recovered most of his life, he let him go.

When the peach blossoms at the head of the village and the end of the village were as bright as clouds, the emperor could also hold his own sword, and began to practice martial arts in the small courtyard. Fuxiu watched the emperor dance the sword and learned it himself. He and the emperor began to practice swordsmanship.

The spring breeze blows blue, the spring clouds reflect the clouds, and the identical clear sword light swayes wantonly in the slightly drunk warmth and colorful petals, becoming the most beautiful scenery in the small mountain village, attracting the applause of men and women of all ages.

They didn't know the mastery of the emperor's swordsmanship, but when they saw Fuxiu dancing his heavy sword awkwardly on the side, the villagers laughed too. Looking at such a fresh and refined dance, just like the two of them also practice swords just for the sake of practicing swords, where the sword is pointed, there is no bit of solemnity, elegant and refined, just like the wind, the branches move, the flowers shake, fall, and it is natural.

Although the emperor's injuries had almost recovered, Fukuxiu only quietly did the farm work in the village, and he had a lot less contact with the emperor. However, the house was small, and they had always lived in the same room, and some people in the village had already regarded them as husband and wife. Indeed, they have been husband and wife for a long time, but she is only his concubine, and even if she gets his heart forever, she is only his concubine, not his wife. His wife will only be one person in her life, and that is the queen. Even if he stays at home like a wife, she will always be a concubine in terms of status.

She had long wanted to talk to him about the future, but she felt that the time had not come, and he was seriously injured at that time, so how could he leave him alone? Even if he can't give him the name he wants at home, after all, he already has a child with him, he is Lin'er's mother, he is Lin'er's father, she doesn't want to be a queen, she doesn't want these false names, she just needs to be with him and Lin'er. She is not a woman who loves vanity, she is just a woman who belongs to him alone, and there is no place for anyone else in her heart.

Fuxiu has always loved to be neat, because the emperor was seriously injured that day and still laughed at her dirty hair, so he paid special attention to her hair, the emperor saw that her hair was extremely long and dense, and it was quite difficult to bend down to wash, so he often walked over and helped her touch and rinse with soap. Fuxiu was very uncomfortable at first, because in the past, it was Jian Xi and Ming Xi who waited to remember to wash their hair, but now that the two of them are not around, he sometimes feels really unaccustomed. She has always treated people very well, and never beats and scolds her subordinates.

Washing and washing, the two of them became accustomed to it, but Fuxiu brought the wooden basin to the stone in front of the courtyard, and the emperor tacitly took the soap, rolled up his sleeves, and went to bathe her long fine hair.

There is an old tree planted in the courtyard, the branches are criss-crossed, and the growth is excellent, but it is not inferior to the Gantang tree in front of the Gantang Palace. For flowers and trees, perhaps the natural spring breeze and summer rain are more suitable for its rise and growth than the man-made golden splendor. There are many people, things, things, and even flowers and trees trapped in the palace under the boxy sky, which looks so sad. I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent, and in the end it only turned into a trace of ghosts or dead branches that were cut down and burned by others, and finally turned into wisps of cooking smoke.

There was a boy who liked to watch Fukuxiu wash his hair, and he often stood there for most of the day, until the emperor had scooped Fuxiu's slender black hair out of the water and wiped it with a clean cloth before leaving.

Later, the emperor couldn't help but ask the boy, "Why do you like to watch my sister wash her hair?" ”

The boy smiled, "My father used to wash my mother's hair like this." ”

"Oh, doesn't your daddy wash your mother's hair now?"

"I died years ago!" The boy flattened his mouth, "My father said that he would continue to wash my mother's hair until her hair became the same color as silk, and he would continue to wash his hair." ”

Fuxiu and the Emperor couldn't help but raise their heads.

The boy's eyes were shining, and he asked clumsily, "Brother Gao, will you continue to help Sister Fuxiu wash her hair?" Until Sister Fukuxiu's hair turns as white as silk, will you still wash it for her? ”

The emperor was stunned, then scooped up warm water with a wooden spoon, carefully rinsed Fuxiu's hair, and then said seriously: "I will help Fuxiu's sister wash her hair for the rest of her life, until her hair becomes the same color as my hair, and it becomes the same color as silk." Pity...... I'm afraid of myself...... There is no more day......" said the Emperor, and the sorrow of that moment was fleeting, disappearing from the Emperor's faint smile.

The boy laughed, but Fukuyu suddenly panicked.

She snatched the dry cloth from the Emperor's arm, wiped her wet hair hurriedly, and fled back into the house.

The boy wondered: "Brother Gao, what's wrong with Sister Fuxiu?" ”

The emperor looked at Fuxiu's back, then shook his hair, and smiled again: "She should hide in the house to find out if she has long white hair." We're still full of black hair, and when it's time for gray hair, I'm afraid she's already alone......"

I'm afraid she's already alone...... With black hair to white hair, the emperor didn't know how much time he had left to spend with Fuxiu.

The Emperor looked at the clear, freshly washed sky and smiled again.

The sunlight shone through the peach blossoms, sifting down carefully, and the broken gold was as crystal clear and shining, and even the man in cloth clothes was wrapped in a layer of beautiful and bright clearness.

This spring is just right, Shaohua is bright, who is willing to live up to it? Who is willing to leave? Who wants to be seen in this life?

After all, she and him are reluctant for the rest of their lives, but Jiang Yutan once said that everything is fate, and it is not up to anyone, this is up to people or not, it is not up to Fu Xiu and the emperor to have the final say, he and she are just pawns who have been abandoned, who will care about them? (To be continued.) )