In the east wing of the porcelain courtyard, under the shadow of the red light, Gusu Moran is sitting on the red quilt, Gusu Moran is wearing a phoenix crown and a xia veil, the long skirt is placed in the shape of a peony in full bloom, and the slender hands such as jade gelatinous are hidden in the double-layer wide silk sleeves of the dark flower gold silk of the Hibiscus brocade, and the hands are stacked.

It is not as simple as the ordinary family's wedding dress, and the royal wedding dress is more solemn. There is a row of buckles from the chest to the neck, which are made of the fine emerald jade as buttons, which makes the chin dyed by Gusu ink more and more slender. Covered with a red cloud crane embroidered gold Yingluo xia curtain, the chic posture of the cloud crane faintly printed with luxury, the red satin embroidered belt embroidered into a double flower and bird pattern, look carefully on the outline of the outline of a hundred sons and a hundred blessings, this workmanship is so exquisite, can not help but make people admire.

Then there are the twelve immortal skirts, the twelve pleats are like budding buds, the twelve immortal skirts are slightly shorter than the outer skirt of the swaying and mopping floor, and the color is lighter, the edge of the skirt is outlined with gold wire to outline the shape of auspicious clouds, and the beads that ring the bell are inlaid in order to please the head.

The pair of mandarin ducks embroidered with colorful locks wrapped around the toe and jade fragments as eyes are vivid and very pleasing.

Looking up again, Yiren's face was flushed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned to show delicateness. A touch of flowers bloomed between the eyebrows, a pair of smart and gentle eyes, coupled with a slightly flying corner of the eye, very charming.

Gusu's ink-dyed hairstyle is not very complicated, just a simple comb of a butterfly bun tied behind his head, and a large piece of straight hair is draped around the waist like a waterfall, with a heavy phoenix crown on his head, and inside is a tassel small phoenix crown, which has a unique flavor.

Even through more than a dozen layers of thick cotton wool, Gusu Mozhi could feel the hard convex feeling of the jujube longan under the quilt, but she felt very happy, she didn't change her sitting posture at all because of discomfort, she straightened her waist as thin as a willow branch, her whole body was tense, and she didn't seem to have a trace of being picky. is worthy of being the county lord born and raised in the palace, which can be seen from the small sitting posture.

Helan Jingrui stood in the porcelain courtyard for an hour, but he didn't open the door. Luoqi had already seen his aunt enter the courtyard, and had already informed Gusu Moran like a good news, Gusu Moran from the beginning of the blushing and shy face to the current pale, the ten fingers were tightly twisted together, but the heart was like a stone sinking into the sea, not even the waves were raised, but despair suddenly arose. It seems that he is floating and slowly sinking in the hopeless deep sea, and he is even blocked from breathing.

Helan Jingrui was tired, sat on the stone bench in the porcelain courtyard, and sent a small servant to send many jars of peach blossom brew. It was really in response to the scene of the three of them, and the red candles in the happy room were replaced one after another, and the red wax droplets were like blood and tears, dry and sad.

"County lord, the prince has been sitting on the stone bench in the outer courtyard drinking, do you want the slave to call the prince?" Luo Qi asked out loud.

Gu Su Mo pursed her red lips, with a touch of sorrow between her eyebrows, and said softly: "It's okay, don't break the rules." "I've been waiting for that beloved outside the door for so many years, and it's not too much for a moment. Gu Su Moran silently added the next sentence in his heart.

Thin out of lights and sparkling for another night.

"Sister Qi, what time is it?" Gu Su Moran asked.

"If you go back to the county lord, it's already too late." Luoqi replied in a hurry.

"Oh." Gu Su Moran's voice could not hear the joy and sorrow.

Luoqi hurriedly looked through the crack in the door, and found that Helan Jingrui was still sitting on the stone table drinking, and said busily: "County Lord, it's raining." ”

As soon as Gu Su Moran heard this, he no longer obeyed the rules, got up and walked towards the courtyard, just got up, the soles of his feet were numb, and he couldn't care about it, so he walked quickly towards Helan Jingrui.

Helan Jingrui, who was sitting at the table, closed her usual gentle eyes, her face was red from the smell of wine, but her brows were furrowed.

"Shichiro." Gu Su Mo Ran said on Helan Jingrui's shoulder.

"County Lord." Helan Jingrui opened his eyes with confusion in his eyes.

"Come in, don't get cold." Gu Su Mo said softly.

Hearing this, Helan Jingrui stood up, grabbed Gusu Moran, and walked to the room. Gu Su Moran was stunned in place, and Helan Jingrui turned around. Seeing this woman with delicate eyebrows standing in place, the rain became heavier, blurring Gu Sumo's eyebrows. The corners of her mouth that she tried to raise and her eyes that couldn't help but cry looked a little pitiful.

Helan Jingrui stroked her slightly cool face and asked gently, "What's wrong?" ”

Gu Su Moran didn't say a word when he heard this, and hot tears slid down with the rain and dripped on the back of Helan Jingrui's hand. Helan Jingrui's body stiffened and took a step back. I felt that this was not appropriate, and I stood there at a loss.

Gu Su Mo Ran slowly stretched out his arms to wrap around Helan Jingrui, buried his face in Helan Jingrui's chest and changed to a brisk tone and said: "Dye Er only felt happy, I remember that the first time I met Qilang, it was also a rainy day. ”

Helan Jingrui snorted, but Gu Su Moran's thoughts were pulled back to ten years ago.

Although the empty and deserted palace was full of long letter lamps, it could not warm people's hearts, and a gust of wind blew open the palace window. Busy with the palace maid to close, but the wind is like a demonic wind, whistling non-stop, and the window is not closed but blows the window broken.

A small figure was sitting in the temple playing, a girl with a pink and delicate water. combed a double swallow bun, with delicate eyebrows, blinking big eyes that are bright like water waves, and it is very good-looking.

"Little county lord, stay in the palace, don't run around. The slave and maid went and asked someone to repair the windows. The pink-dressed palace maid opened the door, almost blinded by the wind, and finally went out under pressure, and it was only after a while that she reluctantly closed the door.

The little figure sat without speaking, nor did it cry, but played with a string of agate chains to itself. A silver light streaked across the ground, and the girl stood up curiously, and the silver light illuminated the girl's door, followed by a dull and loud thunderclap: "Boom—"

The girl was so frightened that she fell and squatted, with tears in her big eyes, and wanted to find someone to be coquettish left and right but found that she was the only one in a huge palace. Before he could react, one after another muffled thunder rang out. The girl panicked, and it happened that the gate was blown open by the wind, and the girl ran out barefoot and smoked.

The corridor of the palace is tactful and circuitous, and the girl is crying while running: "Sister Chess......" is turning around, the road in front of her is no longer familiar, the thunder has not stopped, but the rain is down. The girl was also tired of running and didn't know how to go back, so she crouched on the edge of the corridor and cried.

At this time, the footsteps of a man were getting closer and closer, but the girl shrank herself into the corner like a frightened bird. Originally, the man had turned another corner and reversed.

As the girl watched the man get closer and closer, she panicked and got up to run. Another muffled thunderbolt struck down with the silver glow of lightning. The girl was frightened by the thunder, and stood still, but she saw the person clearly. What a beautiful person that is, the person who came was holding a lotus-dyed white bone jade umbrella, although he was wearing a heavy robe, he could see that he was wearing a blue python brocade robe on a white background, and his black hair revealed his softness even if the wind blew it messy. A pair of gentle eyes turned out to be radiant, calming the girl's panic. He squatted down and touched the girl's cold forehead with a slightly warm hand, and the girl looked at the fairy-like boy in front of her as if she was puzzled.

"Little one, what palace are you from?" As the girl expected, the voice of the fairy was soft and clear.