The cold wind is bleak, the snowflakes sprinkled with the cold wind, falling on the plain hand stretched out by the flower tilting face, white and flawless, a closer look, there are shallow lines on the small snowflakes, maybe the room is too warm, the snowflakes falling on the hands of the flower tilting face in the blink of an eye, it becomes a drop of almost imperceptible water droplets, see and hide in the condensation.

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve." Raising his head slightly, the flowers looked at the exquisite carved galleries and paintings in the silver-covered courtyard and the snowflakes flying in the blue sky, and listened carefully to the joy from afar, laughter and laughter, lingering, faint firecracker smell, fragrant vegetable fragrance, also lingering on the tip of the nose, not dispersed for a long time.

Looking at the beautiful side face of the flower, what Jimo Liuhua can do is to watch silently, silently admiring the picturesque side face of the beauty, choking in his throat, Jimo Liuhua, who has always been clever and tongue-like, is now spitting words as strong.

It's as if there are thousands of catties of Coptis squatting in the mouth, bitter, thirsty, and even unable to breathe.

"Xiao Yan'er must have remembered it wrong, tomorrow will be."

After a long time, Jimo Liuhua finally spoke.

"Close the window quickly, Yan'er's wind and cold haven't gotten better yet, don't freeze." Jimo Liuhua stepped forward and closed the window, a series of actions flowed smoothly, and at the moment when the window was closed, Jimo Liuhua's peach blossom eyes were faintly helpless, and they flashed.

"Am I mistaken?" Hua Qianyan asked lightly, did she remember wrong?

"Yes."

It was night, the wind and snow continued, and the sound of firecrackers came from far away from the night.

Hua Qianyan couldn't lie down any longer, got up, lit a candle, and turned over the cabinets.

Jimo Liuhua likes bright colors, and the clothes prepared for flowers are naturally colorful, as beautiful as a hundred gardens, different kinds of flowers, competing for beauty, purple and red.

A bright red dress is in front of the flowers, without any patterns, no special style, that is, red from top to bottom, without any impurities, dazzling red. I don't know what material it's made of, but the long skirt that looks heavy pulls the long skirt to the floor, and when I wear it, it's like I'm not wearing anything.

Rather a formal dress.

Hua Qianyan looked at the clothes on her body, nodded with satisfaction, pushed open the door, and walked out, without even taking the lantern.

Outside the house where the flowers live is an exquisite and unique garden, the white moon selflessly exudes a soft white light, caressing the earth, and the snowflakes are flying in the wind, which is indescribable.

A few sporadic fireworks flashed in the night sky in the distance.

The flowers are smiling lightly, and the elegance is gorgeous.

As for the gorgeous beauty, don't you even let her know about this happy day?

Looking up at the bright moon, it is like seeing relatives who are far away in the country.

No matter where I am, the moon is the same as everyone in the world.

Father, mother, eldest brother, sister, second sister, forgive Yan'er for being unfilial, and can't go home to spend the New Year with you. The only thing I can do with you is to look at the moon.

Hua Tianyan walked out of the open space, ignored the thick snow on the ground, knelt on his knees, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and slowly bowed three times, and he should kowtow to his parents who were far away in Cangguo.

The flowers stubbornly wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, the golden silk flew, danced to the snow, and sang to the moon-

There is a voice that repeats the call

Imprint an eternal vow

Those scenes that have been dusty for many years unfold in front of you

Who's plucking the strings again

The melody hasn't changed

Whose figure appears and disappears suddenly

The calendar is in sight

Wandering in the rivers and lakes is more ambitious

Singing alone late at night

Contemplative meditation can also be confusing

There are women with clear faces and red skirts, green silk and ink dyeing, and golden silk flying, trying to compare with the cold and arrogant snow, and the elegance is superb, and it is more delicate than the red plum in the garden. On the ridge not far away, there was a man in red who watched with interest, ignoring the snow on the ridge, lying lazily on his side, and drinking the wine from somewhere, dripping happily.

Looking at the woman in red dancing to the moon, she was drunk, a little obsessed, a little sober, a little helpless, and a little hesitant.

Pick up red makeup for you again

Put away your bags to hide your glow

This heart fell into love

The absurdity of the world has passed

In the blink of an eye

Empty to me infinite

can't keep a confidant

Who will accompany the king of the road for a hundred years

The end of the world with whom to go

Stay away from the smoke of power

I only hope that in this life, the soul and dreams will be connected to the moon before the flowers

"My son's vision is really not bad, only such a woman is worthy of my Jimo Liuhua." Looking at the peerless woman dancing to the moon, the red dress is like fire, the golden silk is peerless, and the peerless woman who sings in the wind, Jimo Liuhua finally decided on one of her hearts.

So much excessive care, excessive love, excessive indulgence, not a lovely brother and sister relationship, there are countless people who mistake themselves for women, which one is not taught by him to die and live, why does Hua Qian Yan say "sister", and ask him to answer inexplicably.

It turned out that as early as that "sister" answered, a heart had already fallen.

Time drowns out the past

Hold back your grief and hide your past

Find your lost way

Spread your wings again and soar through the sky

Exile yourself as a wanderer

How can the debt of love be repaid?

Why bother thinking in vain

There is no need to be confused around people

Continue from the previous chapter

A red dress flutters in the wind, a black hair pours down, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the golden silk is flying, indescribably noble and gorgeous, charming and amorous. Long eyebrows, wonderful eyes, jade fingers, slender waist, dancing and dancing, how does it seem to be in the world?

The beauty of flowers is better than all things in the world.

The dance of flowers is like a frightening and graceful dragon.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains

How many heroes are Xiao Han Wu Qin Huang

Raise your eyes and swallow in pairs

Wandering alone and looking at the moon

The beautiful woman is not around

The deceased is not around

The love is unforgettable, helpless, and painful

Even if you sit in the Ming Hall

Loneliness is hard to release

Who can defy fate

There are always too many winds and waves on the way forward

Keep your hands firmly in your hands

Biluo and Huangquan wandered together

Let the sky be high and the earth be wide

Have each other's lives together

Walk all over the green waters and green mountains

Walk all over the north and south of the Yangtze River

The gods are not as good as the earthly mandarin ducks

Who laughs crazy

At the end of the song, it seems that the world has lost its most precious brilliance, and the world is bleak.

"It is said that Princess Zhuohua's dance is like a fairy, and she is known as 'dancing fairy', and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary." The bewitching and lazy voice passed through the wind and snow and reached the ears of Hua Qianyan.

"The beauty really has Yaxing, and the ice and snow are still drinking here." Hua tilted her face a little on her toes, flew up in the air, fluttering like a frightening wave, and while speaking, she was already standing beside Jimo Liuhua.

"It's rare for my son to be confused, and he remembers the wrong day, isn't this a confession of guilt and a punishment for drinking." Jimo Liuhua knew that today's matter could not be concealed, so he simply admitted it himself.

Hua Tianyan raised her eyebrows, and her elegance was gorgeous, "Today's great day, beauty, don't you invite Miss Ben and a cup?" ”

"If you are happy, you are afraid that you will not be willing to do it."

Jimo Liuhua answered, and handed a jar of wine to Hua Tianyan.

"Beauty, aren't you old?" Hua asked puzzled.

Jimo Liuhua took a sip of wine, casually put the wine jar back, and landed in the snow, making a crisp sound, "Running for a living, where is the New Year's Festival, earning silver, it's good to be able to support your family." ”

Jimo Liuhua said lonely, if Hua Qianyan didn't know his details, he would definitely be deceived by Jimo Liuhua.

"Beauty, you are really good at laughing, looking at the world, who can have more money than you," Hua Qian Yan admired Jimo Liuhua with a big white eye, "Don't be poor with me, you really have a lot of money, you know better than anyone else!" As he spoke, Hua Tianyan learned from Jimo Liuhua, and in one breath, he dried up a small jar of wine and threw it to the back of the house boldly.

As soon as Jimo Liuhua wanted to pretend to be poor, he felt a sinking in his arms, and when he looked at it again, the woman who spoke boldly just now had slightly red cheeks and was already drunk.

The corners of Jimo Liuhua's mouth and eyes twitched unconsciously, looking at the heavy snow that had not stopped signing, and without thinking about it, he returned to the house with the flowers in his arms.

Wake up Lu'er and ask Lu'er to help Hua Tanyan change her snow-stained clothes.

"Huh? Childe, what's wrong with Miss Hua wearing this. Lu'er came out with the wet red clothes, and looked at Jimo Liuhua in puzzlement, this rare red silk garment, wasn't it given to the future lady by the child?

Jimo Liuhua noticed this dress at this time, and thought about the peerless elegance of the flower dancing to the moon in the snow just now, "Hongluan Ni Dress, of course, it must be worthy of its owner to wear it, and it is wasted, isn't it a waste." ”

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the palace of Yanguo was full of joy.

Full of up and down, the sound of worship and blessing is endless.

Of course, there are some exceptions.

It was afternoon, in the imperial study, Xue Du and Xue Heng sat and stood together.

"It's the first day of the new year today, and the royal brother should let the younger brother take the princess home." Xue Heng said it politely, the princess was in Xue Du's hands, and Xue Heng was still a little jealous.

"Princess Zhuohua hasn't come back yet, Brother Heng, why are you in a hurry." Xue Du said indifferently.

"Princess Zhuohua is Princess Zhuohua, what does it have to do with the princess!" Xue Heng was a little angry, such a far-fetched reason, Xue Du could say it.

"Princess Heng and Princess Zhuohua have a deep sisterhood, as long as Princess Heng is here, Princess Zhuohua will definitely come back."

"Your Majesty, my inner body is pregnant with Liujia, I'm afraid it will be ......" Xue Heng said half of his words, and if he didn't say the meaning later, Xue Du naturally understood.

"There are so many imperial doctors in the palace, will they treat the princess badly?" Xue Du didn't answer the rhetorical question, and his momentum was compelling.

"The living habits of the insiders don't understand the minions, but they are afraid that they will wronged the insiders. Brother Huang, the inner woman is just a weak woman, so you can let her out. "Xue Heng has reached the limit of patience.

"Nope."

Suddenly, a eunuch came in and whispered a few words to Xue Du, only to see Xue Du frowning, but someone was summoned.

"Zhuohua see Your Majesty, long live long live long live." Hua Tianyan was dressed in a red dress, and walked in slowly, with a faint salute and a thousand manners.

"Zhuohua, do you have something to explain to me?" Xue Du was not as proud as before, he looked at Hua Qianyan with a dark face, this woman didn't come back sooner or later, what are you doing when you come back!