The puzzled Weaver Girl couldn't figure it out, but she still asked the Cowherd to peel off the cowhide and bury it according to the old cow's wishes.

At this moment, the sky was stormy, and the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals fell from the sky, and there was no need to say, escorting the Weaver Girl and flying into the sky.

was flying, flying, the Weaver Girl heard the voice of the Cowherd, looked back, and saw the Cowherd with a pair of baskets, carrying two children, dressed in cowhides. Slowly, the distance between them became closer and closer, and the weaver girl could see the cute appearance of the children, and the children all opened their arms and shouted loudly, "Mother", and the hands of the two were about to be connected.

The Queen Mother sneered, she reached out and plucked the golden hairpin on her head, and gently stroked between them, and in an instant, a heavenly river rolled between the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, unable to cross the ......"

The Weaver Girl looked at her hands, looked at the Cowherd and the children on the other side of the Tianhe River in a daze, and cried hoarsely, and the Cowherd and the child also cried to death. Their cries, the children's shouts of "mother", were so heart-wrenching and tear-jerking, even the fairies and heavenly soldiers and generals who were watching were grateful, and they couldn't bear it, and they knelt down and pleaded for mercy, hoping that the queen mother could open the net and let go of the poor pair.

When the queen mother saw this, she was even more furious, and her granddaughter despised the rules of heaven, and she could still be tired of the heavenly generals rebelling against her.

A raging fire suddenly ignited in her heart, but the heavens would stop her, and she didn't want to be too tough, but she refused to let them go easily.

Because the two of them regarded the heavens as nothing again and again, and now the heavenly generals have pleaded for mercy, obviously slapping her in the face.

But in the end, the Weaver Girl is also her granddaughter, and if she wants to kill her, she can't do anything.

So the Queen Mother thought about it for a long time, and finally asked the magpie to pass the word and allow them to meet on the seventh day of July every year.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

The two of them wept dryly, knowing that the Queen Mother's words could not be disobeyed, so they had to obey, but they waited for a loyal love from beginning to end, and looked forward to being reunited on the seventh day of July of the following year......"

Nalan Ruoruo said, his heart was inexplicably sour, "I obviously love each other deeply, but I can't stay together, there is nothing more painful in the world than this!" ”

Bei Mingchen chuckled lightly and sat up slowly, his voice was like a spring in a quiet valley, and his deep eyes were silent in the night, "Compared to life and death, such an ending is already happy, at least...... They still have the opportunity to see each other once a year, not old and immortal, who can say that this is not another kind of eternal happiness? ”

Nalan Ruoruo was stunned, looked at him in a daze, undeniable, as if he had thought of something, and opened his eyes slightly.

"I just want you to briefly talk about the origin of the so-called Valentine's Day, but you told me this in a casual way......" In the blink of an eye, Bei Ying Chenao had already arrived in front of Nalan Ruoruo, he looked at the woman who was only up to his chest, leaned over slightly, and then spoke, "Yes...... What do you want to tell me?

Or, do you compare my pride to the queen mother who broke up her lover in her life, and you and the lonely city are pitiful, pathetic, and lamentable lovers, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl? ”

Nalan Ruoruo: ...... It's quite similar.

"Not bad, not bad!" Bei Yingchen didn't know what she was thinking, clapped his hands and praised again and again, "Your comparison is very appropriate, I am indeed like the queen mother."

But what can you do to me? ”