After Huang Yu figured it out, he picked up the Forgetful Pill and swallowed it in one gulp. What she didn't see was that the necklace around her neck was desperately emitting the greatest light she could.

Qiuchen, don't reincarnate as a nobleman in the next life, be a child of an ordinary family in peace, the only regret of my mother is that I haven't seen the early spring of the recovery of all things with you, accompany you through the long and warm summer, accompany you to walk through the maple forest in late autumn, and have no chance to wear a hand-woven scarf and hat for you, hold your hand to build a snowman in the snow, and have a snowball fight. My mother can't keep you company, I'm not a competent mother. Child, in the next life, don't come to me again.

Feng Qiao, leave my life forever.

A tear slipped down, and at the moment when the tear fell, the light of the droplet necklace around the neck gradually dimmed.

Huang Yu fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of the flute was curling, it was the sound of a dream. Through the long years, it is still the same... Stacks linger and drift around. The familiar and tactful sound of the flute touches the afterglow of the setting sun, as if the petals of thousands of flowers in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing the solemn picture into a dream.

The beautiful sound of the flute puts Huang Yu in a beautiful dream, which is intoxicating. It seems that flowers bloom all over the heart in an instant, which makes people excited. It's as if the whole world is listening, and it's fascinating. The beautiful and familiar melody that I hadn't heard for a long time made Huang Yu's heart quiet for a moment.

She recognized the song, but couldn't remember what it was called.

When the sky is dyed rouge by the setting sun, the loud, melodious, and agitated flute sound ripples in the quiet Yongdao Street, and slowly disappears at the end of the street.

At the end of the street is the Nine Kings' Mansion in the capital of the feudal kingdom.

Jiuwang Mansion is located in the most prosperous east of the capital, and it is the mansion with the best geographical location in the capital.

Huang Yu walked slowly to the bluestone wall, a few branches of white plum picked out the eaves corner, white as snow lazy reclining, like a beauty and delicate.

She searched for the sound of the flute, walked, walked, and finally found the melodious sound of the flute.

The sound glides through the merlin, the music is fresh and elegant, the melody is soothing and beautiful, like a stream, which is refreshing and pleasant, so intoxicating...

She suddenly remembered such a picture: on a lonely night, a large number of fiery red flowers on the other side are in full bloom, whose flute plucks the wind strings, like the fragrance of flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, together with a volt, or raised, from far to near gently drifting through the ears, overflowing the heart. Standing alone in the bow of the ship, a transverse flute flutters in the twilight, the melodious flute teases the red clouds in the sky, and the scattered flute dances the reeds on both banks. The flute sound rises melodiously, crisp and soft, euphemistic and clear coexist, like a heavenly sound, pleasant to the heart. The sound of the flute is melodious, telling the infinite thoughts of the piper. Blowing into the distance, there will always be an unknown feeling.

Huang Yu's heart moved, and he quietly walked into Merlin.

Everything was familiar to her, as she had lived in the Nine Kings' Mansion for several years, and it was here that she first died.

But she knew very well that she was in a dream now, and this was the second time she had been here, the second time since she got married. Everyone saluted her, respectful and loving, Huang Yu smiled and nodded, and followed the sound to the depths.

The sound of the flute is clear and vibrating, reciprocating and reinforcing, and the tail sound lingers into the ears, like scattered dewdrops on the blades of grass, fireworks flying by the clouds, and the beautiful scenery flies away in an instant, but it is a trace of the heart.

The sound of the flute at dusk comes from an open heart, melodious and fluttering, lingering with infinite reverie and thoughts, slowly soaring. It has reached the end of the song, the flute gradually soothed and became smaller, the fishing boat fell asleep on the shore, and Huang Yu's heart was also immersed in the melody like a song with the rhythm, then high-pitched, then calm, and then long-term......

Huang Yu's fingers unconsciously followed the sound of the flute, as if he had practiced it many times, skillful and easy.

It's lovesick.

Huang Yu finally remembered.

This is the first piece she has made with Feng Qiao, and the best effect can be achieved by playing the flute and guzheng at the same time.

Although they are married and grow old together, they are still in love. Feng Qiao said that she is the most precious treasure given to him by God, the moon is full, the water is full, he got the best treasure in the world, but he was a little worried that he got too much, pretending to be a song of lovesickness, which means "missing".

At the end of the song, the melodious flute music is like crying, turning into the curve of the sea, telling endless sorrows. Accompanied by the sound of the flute, there is a soft power flowing in the tip of the heart, lingering. The tune is elegant, blowing the flowers all over the garden, and spreading far and wide to the sky.

At that time, her sleep was a little unstable, and Feng Qiao deliberately added a calming effect to the song to relieve her fatigue.

In every small detail, his love for her is revealed.

Huang Yu stood quietly behind the plum forest, full of smell and fragrance, listening to the echo of nature, and sighed lightly.

With a whine, the tail note swept through the cold air, and the hum dissipated. Huang Yu's mood gradually became calmer.

Feng Qiao sat on the ground, his white clothes were scattered on the stone platform like clouds, the bamboo slips were put aside, he leaned against the plum tree, his eyebrows were like distant daisies, his eyes were like peach blossoms, his shallow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, he looked at her with a smile in the plum blossoms, and whispered: "You are here." ”

He was born beautifully, and his expression was even more moving, and his dark and warm eyes were like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep, and beautiful. The expression stretched out, and in an instant, it was as if a large white petal had been opened in the dark, and a depressed and ethereal beauty floated in the clean. The eyebrows and eyes are slender and sparse, and the moment I saw her, the brilliance in my eyes was like a slight glow on the jade, which looked extremely soft and made people fall.

Huang Yu thought, this is probably how she liked him, she couldn't resist, and volunteered to go to the moth to put out the fire.

Even now, when she sees him, her heart will throb a lot.

The golden glow sprinkled on him through the branches of the prosperous jade-like trees, and a white robe wrapped around the long body of Qing Jun, the flowing lines outlined the superb figure here. The dappled sunlight was like a golden veil around him, and his whole body exuded a faint dazzling brilliance.

At this time, he had not experienced a power struggle, and his eyes were the purest and cleanest, faintly flashing with an obsidian-like scorching light, and there was a smile in the corners of his oblique eyes. At this time, he had a different kind of light emanating out, as if the perennial ink under his eyes had turned into a puddle of golden mist in the sun, flashing with starlight.

And the proud and peerless sharp eyes a few years later are not a person at all.

Huang Yu wanted to ask him, power, is it so important, you have lost yourself, lost your freedom, lost your children and lovers, and the power you have gained, does it really make you happy?

Obviously, Feng Qiao will not answer her question, and now he is the one that Huang Yu has always liked.

It hasn't changed.

He looked at her bluntly without dodging, his eyes were too bright, as if he understood everything, as if the deepest darkness in his heart also gave him such a glance that illuminated and illuminated, washed away the filth, and precipitated the years.

It would be nice if we could keep it that way.

That day, they watched the meteor fall together in Merlin, and Feng Qiao wrapped her strong arms around her, and she leaned on him, her head resting on his shoulder, waiting quietly.

A meteor slipped down, followed by a meteor and fell rapidly, sometimes even a dozen at the same time, like a bunch of upside-down fireworks, piercing the sky, from brilliant to burning the last ray of light, blending into the dark night, spectacular and beautiful.

Feng Qiao glanced at Huang Yu and found that she was making a wish with her eyes closed.

"What did you wish for?" Feng Qiao asked softly in his ear.

Huang Yu opened his eyes and smiled at him: "It won't work if you say it, husband, make a wish." ”

Feng Qiao: "Childish. ”

Huang Yu hugged his arm and coquettishly: "Oh, husband, hurry up, I heard that it is very spiritual, hurry up." ”

Feng Qiao couldn't resist her, so he could only close his eyes and make a very cliché wish.

At that time, Huang Yu turned his head when he saw him close his eyes and make a wish, and now Huang Yu stood in front of the two of them, clearly seeing Feng Qiao's wish.

"Peace and happiness to me and my loved ones."

Peace and happiness......

It's like a joke.

……

This is the beginning of life and the beginning of dreams.

Outside the Nine Kings' Mansion, on the white jade street, there are two rows of ink-colored figures kneeling in a long row, with a calm makeup, prostrate in front, and the body is motionless, completely surrendered.

The head of the Nine Princes' Mansion personally lined up to welcome the Nine Princesses back to the mansion, and everyone behind him faced the street stones, and they didn't dare to come out.

This was the first time she had quarreled with Feng Qiao, she ran out of the Nine Kings Mansion alone, she ran very fast, and Feng Qiao didn't catch up with her.

He searched for her all over the capital, but she just didn't go back, didn't go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and didn't go to the inn, but hid in her own store for several days.

After sleeping enough and almost dissipating his anger, Huang Yu wanted to go out for a walk.

When I walked out, I saw that the street was full of martial law, which was even stricter than the theft of the Treasure Pavilion, which made people panic.

Huang Yu touched his nose and looked at the frightened people hiding in the house a little embarrassed. In my heart, I added one more degree to Feng Qiao's crime.

She is not a three-year-old child, she ran away from home and couldn't find her way home, can she use such a teacher, why did she go earlier, why didn't she see him relax when she was forced to drink medicine?

But in this heart, there is still a little bit of sweetness.

The feeling of being held in your heart and cherished.

A scarlet carpet adorned with flower petals winds its way from the far streets to the entrance of the Nine Kings' Mansion.

On both sides of the red carpet, there are black-clothed guards and servants on the ground. As soon as the leader of the wind dock saw Huang Yu, the tears almost couldn't be stopped.

Later, Huang Yu knew that how long she had been gone, Feng Wu and the others had been kneeling for as long as they were. The reason why Feng Qiao punished them was that the medicine was too bitter and made the princess angry.

When Huang Yu heard this reason, he almost wanted to run away from home again.

He was the one who forced her to drink the medicine, and he put the blame on others.

Huang Yu was about to laugh angrily, but when he saw that Fengwu and the others were really pitiful, he couldn't bear to leave.

Feng Wu looked forward to the princess back, and hurriedly greeted the princess to wash and rest, but in the middle, he didn't see anyone who really wanted to admit his mistake.

Taking a comfortable bath, Huang Yu walked through the vermilion corridor, walked directly into the study, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient case, and carefully studied the classics.

The light in the room is soft and quiet, and only the pearl of the night is hung with a veil, and there is no sound quietly. It's a little unaccustomed to being quiet.

Huang Yu seems to be looking at it seriously, but in fact, he is thinking seriously.

Feng Qiao, that guy is on a par with her, right, she's back, and he can't get down the steps. If you don't come out of this point, don't expect to enter her door in the future!

Let's be honest...... I haven't seen him for a few days, and I miss him.

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