The days passed, and it was uneventful, but it was also peaceful and indifferent.

Today is the Flower Dynasty Festival, and the sunshine and spring are just right, Jiang Yiyue wants to take her little daughter out for a walk.

Now Xiao Wenwan is six years old, and because she is in the house every day, she can't go out to see and play.

At his age, he had already toured most of the mountains and rivers with his father. Where is like her little daughter, she is still a "deep girl who doesn't go out of the door".

didn't ask Wen Yao for instructions, Jiang Yiyue asked people to prepare the carriage and took her little daughter out of the house.

The carriage swayed, walked for a long time, and came to Luohua Garden, the largest flower tour in Beijing, where flowers bloomed all over the garden, and people were endless.

After getting out of the carriage, Jiang Yiyue led Xiao Wenwan and slowly walked in the scorching pink peach full of spring. One big and one small, their faces are stained with some peach, the beauty is more beautiful than the flowers, and the jade face is more beautiful than the spring red.

Walking a little tired, Jiang Qiyue led Wen Wan to a deserted pavilion, leaning on the railing.

Rubbing Xiao Wenwan sitting beside him, he smiled gently, "Wanwan, do you like this place?"

Wen Wan nodded her little head, "Mother, Wanwan likes it here." It's a beautiful place, with flowers, butterflies, blue sky, and a mother's smile."

Jiang Yiyue listened to her daughter with a smile, but when she heard her say that she had a mother's smile, she couldn't help but feel sad again.

Have you always been sad before? The child doesn't owe himself, he shouldn't be like this.

pinched Wen Wan's face, Jiang Yiyue smiled brightly, "If Wanwan likes her mother to smile, her mother will smile at Wanwan every day in the future."

Xiao Wenwan heard this, and happily hugged her mother, "Mother, you are serious, you have to pull Gougou"

"Well, pull the hook"

Jiang Yiyue reached out and hooked her daughter's small and delicate hand, and pulled a hook, and Xiao Wenwan leaned on her mother with satisfaction.

A nice male voice suddenly came from "Qiyue", and there was one more man in the stop.

Dressed in red, under the sword eyebrows, the narrow eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze, the nose is like a hanging gall, as straight as a blue distant mountain, the thin lips are light, and the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, which makes it even more manly and unrestrained.

Jiang Qiyue's body tensed, the emotions in her eyes were turbulent, she quickly opened her eyes and looked away, and when the emotions in her eyes faded a lot, she turned her head and said slowly: "Don't come to harm, Murong Gongzi"

The person who came was the first genius in the world, and also the head of the Beiyuan faction, the first sect in the world, Murong Yu, elegant and elegant, talented in the world, extremely handsome, and wealthy in the family, how many women dream of the husband.

Hearing Jiang Yiyue's unfamiliar title, Murong Yu's usually amorous peach blossom eyes lost a little light, and he looked a little melancholy, "Is this your daughter?"

"Nature"

"Lovely as you are"

Jiang Qiyue's eyes were not very natural, "Murong Gongzi, it's better not to talk like this"

Murong Yu chuckled a few times, with a bit of self-deprecation, and then spoke: "You are a wife, are you doing well?"

Jiang Yiyue also opened her mouth lightly, trying to squeeze out a little joy between her eyebrows, "Naturally, you are having a very good time"

Murong Yu looked at her like this, but there was some worry between her eyebrows, and she couldn't distinguish her emotions when she said it, "But I'm not doing well."

Jiang Yiyue stood up and said in a somewhat unsteady tone, "What do you have to do with me whether you are doing well or not?" Seeing this, Murong Yu said in a flat voice, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yiyue said without looking back: "My husband is still waiting for me over there, I will not accompany you."

Murong Yu didn't want to say anything more, and kept looking at Jiang Yiyue's departing back, until he couldn't see it anymore, and then turned his head.

Now that the relationship between the two has ended up like this, they are also to blame. Now that he is putting on such a pitiful appearance, it seems ridiculous.

Murong Yu was also a bastard back then, and he was among thousands of flowers, and all the flowers were dyed. Mixed among the flowers, where do you know what love is, until I met Jiang Yiyue.

When Murong Yu saw Jiang Yiyue for the first time, she felt that she really responded to the poem, "Taste the peerless color, and regain the posture of the city." There is really such a talented and elegant woman in the world. He thought that he was also a layman, and he only coveted the girl's beauty, so he began to tease her attentively.

After a few "chance encounters", he had the privilege of talking to her for a few words. He found that he liked this girl very much, she always had the maturity of the world on her face, but she was as simple as a child in her bones, like a flower that had not yet been contaminated with vulgarity.

She often stayed in the house, and he often couldn't see her, and he missed her more and more. He came up with a way to get a pigeon from a friend, and sent her messages every day.

At first, Jiang Qiyue did not respond to him, but he still wrote to her day after day, and the white dove flew to Jiangfu day after day.

Almost a month has passed, Jiang Qiyue still hasn't responded at all, and Murong Yu's original bursting self-confidence has also been worn to the ground, thinking about it, that girl really doesn't like him.

Murong Yu thought to himself, after writing this last letter, he would not write it anymore.

That day the white dove flew back, and he mustered up the courage to open the letter of the pigeon's feet. To his surprise, there was a blank piece of paper inside, and he was overjoyed, and carefully opened it, and there was only one word on it, good.

He hastened to write a letter to her, asking her to meet tomorrow at the curb.

After waiting for a long time, the little white pigeon flew back. Murong Yu couldn't wait to open the letter, it was still a simple word, okay.

He was happy that he didn't fall asleep all night.

Since that day, the relationship between the two has been growing day by day, and it is impossible to tell how much love and sweetness there is.

The two have been together for almost two years, and Yu Jiang Yiyue, he has never felt tired, but has fallen in love more and more, almost to the bone.

Murong Yu and Jiang Yiyue agreed to go boating together today, Murong Yu chose an ink-colored dress, tied a jade crown, and went out with a folding fan.

The posture is slender and straight, standing by the lake, the lake breeze blows, the ink hair flutters, and the clothes are more moving, what a handsome boy.

When Jiang Yiyue came, she saw Murong Yu waiting for her, and her face was full of joy.

"It's coming," Murong Yu said with a smile when he saw Jiang Yiyue coming.

"Hmm," Jiang Yiyue replied.

Murong Yu helped Jiang Yiyue to get on the boat, and he followed him onto the boat.

Jiang Yiyue didn't see the boatman, so she asked Murong Yu, "Yu, isn't there a boatman?"

Murong Yu smiled, "I just want to be with you, I don't need a boatman, your husband can row."

Jiang Qiyue blushed slightly, and said coquettishly: "Poor-mouthed, what husband, we are not married yet."

"Sooner or later, the husband of the moon is me, and it can only be me" Murong Yu smiled confidently on his face.

As he spoke, Murong Yu shook the oars, and the boat moved slowly, slowly drifting away.