After Han Xiang finished speaking, seeing that Wei Heng didn't speak again, he raised his head slightly, and saw that he was looking at himself, Han Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "If the second master is fine, the slave and maid will retire." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Wei Heng snorted, and Han Xiang walked out of Wei Heng's room.

The sky outside was already dark, but it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the whole house was full of red lanterns, and it was very bright. Wei Heng watched her go out of the courtyard before turning around and going back to the room, he insisted on getting up from the bed today, and now it was the end of the crossbow. After all, last night was dangerous and consumed a lot of energy.

When Wei Heng leaned against the head of the bed, he saw the cotton robe hanging on the hanger next to him, the cotton robe was an ordinary cotton robe, but among the kudzu cloth clothes he usually liked to wear, this one was an exception, a moon-white Hangzhou silk brocade robe.

What made Wei Heng think was not the fabric of this dress, but the fact that this robe was draped by Han Xiang last night.

Wei Heng closed his eyes, and what appeared was the few words she had said to a maid that day, and when she said the word honeysuckle in a low voice, Wei Heng's impression was that he couldn't remember how beautiful she was, only her resolute eyebrows and quiet eyes.

When Wei Heng closed his eyes and was about to be like a dream, he had a dream that he hadn't had for a long time.

He dreamed of his biological mother, Wei Heng in the dream was still very young, and only vaguely remembered that before his mother left, he told him to endure everything, and he couldn't bear everything, and there was no one in the Wei Mansion to protect him, and only forbearance was the foundation of his life.

Wei Heng, who was sleeping, couldn't help but feel that he was up.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, there was another snowfall, and the snow covered the inside and outside of the capital. The heavy snow stopped falling, and it really stopped on the eve of the Shangyuan Festival, and at this time, the capital was already a city shrouded in ice and snow.

Such a cold weather can't stop people's thoughts of playing, the streets are full of lights, colorful lights and silver trees, so lively.

The female dependents of the Wei Mansion were led by Wei Xiao, including Wei Rao, as well as Wei Yan, who had been engaged to the third room, and Wei Xiang from the West Mansion all went to Chong'an Street to watch the lanterns.

The elders in the family were not at ease, in addition to the maid who followed him, there was also Wei Yang Wei Heng, and Wei Jing from Xifu also followed.

Festivals like Shangyuan Festival have nothing to do with Hanxiang, she is in the back cover room of Yongshou House at this time, sitting under the shadow of the lamp in front of the window, I don't know what she is thinking, after a long time, she slowly came back to her senses, glanced at the leak behind her, and looked at it was already a moment, and couldn't help sighing.

Then, Hanxiang took out a piece of paper that she kneaded together from her sleeve pocket, and she unfolded it, only to see the handsome font on it, as if she was a humble gentleman with a graceful demeanor.

His font is very similar to him, and the prince's font was praised by everyone in calligraphy, and Hanxiang looked at the font in front of him, which was not worse than the late prince.

Colorful lights and trees on a snowy night, and the long street meets at dusk.

These are the two sentences written on the paper, this letter was brought in by the servant who served in Wei Heng's yard, the moment Hanxiang opened it, he only felt as if his face was burning, he only glanced at it, and hurriedly hid the letter.

Hanxiang is not an ignorant little girl, she knows what it would be like for a man to think about a woman.

Wei Heng would open his mouth to ask himself to visit the Chong'an Street lanterns, definitely not only to thank himself for saving him on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Moreover, the meaning revealed in those two sentences is not thanks, but a covenant that says everything.

It wasn't until it was the time of the sunset, which was no longer the time of the twilight, (in ancient times, the twilight referred to the unitary time, before the time of the sunset) Hanxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, she took out the letter, and she looked at the two short sentences on it, and she was a little distracted.

When she came back to her senses, he brought the letter to the fire and lit it.

Seeing it turn to ashes, Hanka got up and walked away from the window, no longer thinking about it.

There are some things that don't help to think too much.

Wei Heng listened to the little guy next to him talking about the candle flame in the room of the Hanxiang girl in the courtyard of Yongshou Residence, his eyes closed slightly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

The little guy watched from the side and asked cautiously: "Second master, then should we still go to the street?" ”

Wei Heng opened his eyes, his face was expressionless, and he said calmly: "Go." ”

The snow has been falling for several days in a row, and the night sky at this time seems to be washed, and the moonlight is exceptionally bright.

Han Xiang didn't sleep, she was wearing a thick cotton coat, and she was sitting in front of the stairs at this time, holding her chin and looking at the colorful colors outside the wall.

Han Xiang remembered that since she got married, she had never visited the lanterns on Chong'an Street, but entered the palace every Shangyuan Festival, watching the deceit and intrigue in the palace.

When I wasn't married, I would go out with my aunt every time. It's just that they don't go to guess lantern riddles, but to make lantern riddles, my aunt has a shop on Chong'an Street, which is a medicinal herb business, and when she sews the Yuan Festival, she also joins in the fun, and hangs lantern riddles at the door of the store, but most of them are related to traditional Chinese medicine.

Han Xiang thought, at that time, my aunt lived very wantonly, according to my aunt's intentions, she didn't want to marry into the royal family, but her father was a politician, as the emperor, he needed his eldest daughter to be the crown princess, as the patriarch, as a father, my aunt couldn't change her father's decision, she only told herself that the royal family had no love, whether it was family affection or love, only by keeping a heart could you always get it.

She did as she was told, but the Xiao family became a victim in the game.

Han Xiang was even rejoicing, fortunately, her aunt died of a sudden illness that year, and she didn't have to face the devastated Xiao family later.

Han Xiang casually picked up a dry branch from the side, drew a graceful woman in the snow, holding a young girl in her hand, standing under the lantern, as if this was their world, this was their Shangyuan Festival.

Hanxiang painted, not feeling wet in the eyes.

She forgot her memories, and didn't even notice that there was another person beside her, and that person suddenly made a sound, startling Han Xiang, only to hear him speak: "Who is this beauty in the painting?" ”

Han Xiang listened to this familiar voice, and her sad emotions melted into vanity in an instant.

This person, such a voice, just once, Hanxiang will always remember.

This person is none other than the number one ungrateful person in the world, Hanxiang saved him twice, and he even threatened him again!

Hanxiang stood up and turned around with anger, and her tone was even more angry: "What do you want? ”

When I turned around, I saw that the man was dressed in dark red. The color of the cloud bat dark pattern brocade robe, the waist is tied with a thick brocade belt with black inlaid jade, and the outside is draped in a black fur flying big coat, this life is tall and burly, wearing this kind of heavy fur is even more imposing, and will not be pressed down by the clothes.

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