And then everything is logical.

Yan Si and his servants were busy preparing for the wedding, while Yan Huan was concentrating on embroidering the wedding dress in the room. The marriage of the two is scheduled for the tenth day of September, which is said to be a good day for marriage.

Xu is marriage is approaching, and Ling Jun also changed the mysterious style of the dragon in the past, and bought a house outside the city as the residence of the two after marriage. During this period, Lan Xu came once and looked inside and out of the house, and at the end, he touched his chin and said, "I said, you won't be here for real." ”

Ling Jun glanced at him and didn't speak.

Lan Xu shrugged his shoulders and admitted that he had said something stupid, seeing is believing, can there be a fake? However, Lan Xu is not a person who gives up easily, he continued: "In the past, those small fights were just that, but this time it was a marriage, you are like this, can you still keep the secret? When the time comes, what do you let Miss Yan think, her husband goes out in the middle of the night every day, and after a long time, whoever can stand it will be scared to death." ”

"I don't know what you're talking about? It's just that I have been entrusted by others, and I always have to take care of her in this life. ”

"Entrusted by men? Who can make a dignified person... I mean, someone asked you to take care of her? What is so special about a mortal girl, could it be that she is the reincarnation of some immortal in the sky?" Lan Xu boldly speculated.

Ling Jun shook his head, "I don't know about this, he didn't say much about Yan Huan's origin." ”

"Looks like this girl is interesting. Lan Xu Nahan, Ling Jun has a relationship with her, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

"When you get married, I can't be empty-handed. In this way, in a few days, I will give you a big gift, which can be regarded as a little heart of being a brother. Lan Xu said proudly.

Ling Jun smiled: "The gift is still second, you don't have to scare her." ”

"Cut, I'm not a monster, and besides, that girl isn't paper-mâché, you're too partial. Lan Xu said dissatisfied. "Okay, if you want to marry, you can marry, but I still say the same thing, until the point is over, we are different from her after all, don't break the taboo in the end, be careful of ending up with that one. ”

Lan Xu's admonition was still in his ears, but what Ling Jun thought was that his care for Yan Huan was entrusted by others, since he agreed, he must do it, as for the rest, but he had a clear conscience. As for the senior who violated the taboo, he changed the life book without permission and made a big fuss in the underworld, causing the anger of people and gods, and the end will naturally not be good. He didn't think Lan Xu was alarmist, but these were fundamentally different things. He took care of Yan Huan I, more than ten years later, the bridge returned to the bridge, the road returned to the road, a bowl of Meng Po soup, met and didn't know each other, passed by, it was not a good thing, so, what is there to worry about?

Yan Huan didn't know Ling Jun's thoughts, she wanted to see him again before getting married.

With fires in July and reeds in August, the weather in Chang'an is gradually getting cooler. Yan Huan was very happy when he saw Ling Jun, because this would be the last time they would see each other before marriage.

"What do you want to do today?" Ling Jun asked softly. He probably also knew that this was one of Yan Huan's few time in the boudoir, so he left it to her and didn't want her to have regrets.

Yan Huan thought for a while, "Let's go on a boat." ”

"Good. ”

They rode in a carriage to the ferry, and the carriage was not fast, and they were not in a hurry. Yan Huan was making tea in the car, and Ling Jun was watching her from the side, as if she was admiring a picture of a lady. Yan Huan handed over the brewed tea, and talked about the beautiful scenery of "eight rivers around Chang'an". The eight rivers are Wei, Jing, Feng, Shui, Wei, Zhu, Chan and Ba, which flow around Xi'an City. Of the eight waters, the Wei River flows into the Yellow River, while the other seven rivers flow directly into the Wei River. The place where they boarded the boat was at Xianyang Gudu on the Wei River.

On the ferry, the wind suddenly rose, and Ling Jun stood there, dressed in green clothes, warm as jade. Behind him was the mighty Wei River, on which a flat boat floated lightly. Yan Huan was in a trance for a while, this situation seemed to have been seen somewhere.

Abandon the shore and board the ship, and the surrounding vision gradually expands. The Wei River is vast, the green hills on both sides of the river slowly move backwards, and the surroundings are quiet, only the sound of water is heard. Yan Huan and Ling Jun snuggled together, enjoying this tranquility to the fullest.

Yan Huan knew that Ling Jun was a quiet person, and such people often didn't like to be disturbed. She thought that although she sometimes likes to be lively, she can also calm down when doing things, and besides, there is Ru Yue Zhai, so it shouldn't cause him trouble.

After marriage, it was decided to continue to operate such as Yue Zhai. Ling Jun is an enlightened person, it seems that some men don't like their wives to show their faces, thinking that it is immoral, Ling Jun can always put himself in her shoes. She thought she would be the happiest wife in Chang'an.

Ling Jun told Yan Huan that after marriage, he had to go out every night and come back before dawn, so that she didn't have to wait for him. Although Yan Huan was puzzled by this, he still nodded in agreement. She believes that Ling Jun is a righteous gentleman, even if he goes out at night, he will never do the business of stealing chickens and dogs. "Married as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love. "Ling Jun's character, she believed it.

Ling Jun looked at Yan Huan and somewhat understood why mortals always looked forward to marrying a wife. Even though he is not mortal and has not fallen in love with her, he also hopes that this moment can last longer, and this feeling is like drinking to quench his thirst, and he is deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself. Perhaps, he really should refrain from it.

The two snuggled together, each with their own thoughts, and at some point it began to rain. The rain was not heavy, and the two sat in the bow of the boat, letting the rain wet their clothes and hair.

Yan Huan reached out to catch the rain, only to feel cold. Looking back at Ling Jun, a faint mist surrounded him, and there seemed to be a fairy aura around him. She tilted her head and looked at it for a while, at first she only thought it was interesting, and gradually there was a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog, although it was beautiful, but it was not real, which made people panic for no reason. She reached out to touch his eyebrows, but was intercepted by his hand halfway and held it in the palm of her hand. Although she was embarrassed, she was also at ease.

After watching it for a long time, both of them were a little tired, and the small cabin became the most solid support. Yan Huan was lying on Ling Jun's lap on her side, with the autumn rain of the Weihe River in her ears, she closed her eyes, felt Ling Jun's touch carefully, and was willing to indulge in this moment and never wake up again.

Ling Jun stretched out his hand to stroke the top of Yan Huan's hair, the swaying on the bun reflected a dazzling brilliance, and the scenery outside the cabin became more and more blurry through the rain curtain, only the people beside him felt real and soft to the touch.

"Warm fragrant nephrite", this is about the temptation that the world can not resist. He thought that if he had enough time, he would eventually indulge in this. Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Sailing on a rainy night is a unique taste. At this time, the twilight rain is beginning to stop, and the moonlight illuminates the river very clearly. Yan Huan climbed out of the cabin and enjoyed the night view of the river. There were occasional ripples in the water, which were the marks of fish swimming. Yan Huan thought that she would never forget this situation in her life.

Holding a long artemisia and slowly paddling towards the shore, Yan Huan turned around and smiled at Ling Jun. The moonlight coated her with a faint layer of frost white, which made people's hearts ripple.