readx; People in the world say that the palace is extravagant, what red walls and glazed tiles, wine ponds and meat forests, as much as possible to smear the palace, to put it bluntly, it is the hatred of the rich. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are indeed mediocre emperors in the world, but the appearance of such emperors is often the prelude to the end of a dynasty. More often than not, a virtuous emperor would not allow such a thing as 'extravagance' beyond the necessary high quality of life. Aside from the word 'extravagance', what does the palace have? In addition to luxury and majesty, there is actually leisure and elegance. At the same time, the palace also represents the 'extreme', no matter what must be done to the extreme, the leisure and elegance of ordinary people are also pushed to the point of dreaminess in the palace.

There is a courtyard between the harem and the former dynasty, which used to be a place where Comrade Lao Li had nothing to do to enjoy the flowers and look for scenery. The yard is not big, from left to right, from front to back, covering an area of only 400 square meters, but it is a sparrow although small, with all kinds of organs. Entering through the chic mahogany door, the first thing that catches your eye is a deep, curved cloister of vines that climb so high that you can't see through it. Walking a few steps along the corridor, you will see a bagua-shaped pool, the water of the pool is as pure as nothing, but there are eight koi fish in it, and there are a few aquatic plants floating on the water. It really violates nature's theorem that 'if the water is clear, there are no fish'. Behind the pond is a small garden with a variety of flowers, except for the flowers that have not yet bloomed in season, and the rest of the seasonal flowers compete with each other beautifully. Bypassing the small garden, there are two houses made of pure wood, the houses are very chic, and next to them is a more elaborate little pavilion. The pavilion is made of pine wood, and four pillars with exposed growth rings are topped by a canopy that also shows the growth rings, revealing the scent of nature.

There were two people sitting in the gazebo, one of them, holding a handkerchief, pinching the embroidery needle with two fingers, and the hand was neat, walking on the handkerchief, embroidering something. The other person leaned lazily on the wooden table, holding his cheek with his left hand, and carrying a ** jade wine jug in his right hand, his face was ruddy, and he seemed to have drunk a lot. And these two people are naturally Yan Ruyu and Yijian from the east.

"Donglai, I have been feeling uneasy in my heart these days, and I always feel as if something is going to happen." Yan Ruyu lowered her head, looked at the handkerchief, embroidered flowers and birds, and casually asked a sword next to her to come from the east.

Yijian Donglai was already half-asleep and half-awake, but when Yan Ruyu asked, he woke up again, took a sip of wine, and said in a daze: "We have been locked up here for three years, I'm afraid that the surname Li can't bear it anymore and wants to kill us." ”

"No, I don't feel like it's bad, it's like something good happens." Yan Ruyu shook her head and continued to thread the needle and thread on the handkerchief.

"For both of us, as long as we don't get killed, it's a good thing." Yijian Donglai burped and said in a depressed spirit.

Compared with Yan Ruyu, Yijian Donglai's ability to cultivate the mind is worse, although the two daughters are both killers and the masters of wandering the world, but being locked up here, Yan Ruyu can still face it calmly, but Yijian Donglai has some meaning of breaking the jar and breaking it. From the moment she was caught, Yan Ruyu knew that she would either die or be confined forever. So she spent a year learning embroidery with her maid, and then another two years embroidering all kinds of things for her lover. As long as she thinks of that person and has something to do, Yan Ruyu's heart will not panic. And Yijian Donglai, the only hobby is to drink, but there is a saying that borrowing wine to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful, after drinking wine for three years, Yijian Donglai's bones are full of a smell of wine.

Yan Ruyu finally embroidered the handkerchief, spread out the handkerchief, and searched for flaws intently, and immediately modified it as soon as it was found, she wanted to give her beloved the most perfect thing. After making sure that the handkerchief was flawless, Yan Ruyu folded the handkerchief, put it on the table, supported her chin with one hand, and looked at the colorful clouds in the sky in a daze: "It's been three years, and I don't know how Wei Hong is doing." Although I knew that Wei Hong would choose his family instead of me, I still hoped in my heart that one day, Wei Hong would step on the auspicious clouds, fall beside me, grab my hand, and say to me. Marry me! Although he was talking to himself, when he thought of this, Yan Ruyu's little face was flushed, and she actually covered her face with her hands, and giggled very shyly.

"Marry me!"

When Yan Ruyu was talking to herself and comforting herself, a voice that made Yan Ruyu think about it sounded in her ears. Yan Ruyu thought that she was sick with longing, and she had auditory hallucinations, sighed softly, and looked at the sword in front of her, in a daze.

"Marry me!" The unwavering voice sounded again.

Yan Ruyu's body trembled suddenly, but she didn't look back, but looked at the sword in front of her and raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and looked behind her in surprise, revealing an unbelievable look. Seeing the expression of Yijian Donglai, Yan Ruyu realized something, and the cheeks that were originally smiling slightly became rigid in an instant, without a trace of expression, as if the brain that was hit by the huge emotional waves could no longer think normally. After a short period of stunned, Yan Ruyu's face reappeared with a smile, and this smile became more and more intense. Yan Ruyu turned around slowly, and when she saw Wei Hong standing behind her, a crystal tear quietly slipped from her eyes......

It is said that women are made of water, but Yan Ruyu has never shed a single tear in her life, even if her family members returned to their hometown one after another, Yan Ruyu did not cry. And now, the tear hanging on Yan Ruyu's cheek is the first tear of Yan Ruyu's life, crystal clear and precious.

The first thing Yan Ruyu said when she opened her mouth was not, 'Why did you come?' Nor is it 'You've finally come to save me?' Instead, "What did you just say?!" ”

For Yan Ruyu, being imprisoned for a lifetime is not something worth caring about, and she doesn't mind if she can leave here, the only thing Yan Ruyu cares about is the four words Wei Hong just said! These four words made her think about it and allowed her to give everything, including the most precious years of a woman.

Wei Hong's face was very calm, there was no joy of meeting, he just had a cold face, and walked in front of Yan Ruyu. After a short look at each other, Wei Hong reached out and grabbed Yan Ruyu's arm, the force in his hand was very heavy, he wanted to tell Yan Ruyu that he was real, everything was real. When Yan Ruyu's second teardrop fell, Wei Hong took a deep breath, sonorous and powerful, and said unswervingly: "Marry me!" (To be continued.) )