As soon as she heard the ringing of the bell beside her, Luo Wanqin reached out and uncovered the corner of the Xipa covering her head.

The sedan chair man shouted: "Get up the sedan chair——"

"Awei, I thought you wouldn't come." Luo Wanqin was extremely pleased.

"How so." She pulled the corners of her lips and smiled.

"Haven't you slept lately?"

Rong Zhiwei shook her head, and Fu nodded again.

Luo Wanqin smiled: "Because of the man in white? Or is it because of the national teacher? ”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"He's so conspicuous that some of the girls in the cabinet have seen it." She explained.

Rong Zhiwei stretched out her hand and pressed her eyebrows: "Don't mention him." ”

"Okay."

"In the future, if you are in the Zhennan Palace, you are bullied by the King of Zhennan or something, then you will come back to the Xiangge, according to the Central Plains, the Xiangge is your maiden home of Sister Qin'er, if you think that the Xiangge is not magnificent, then Mingyue Pavilion is Sister Qin'er's maiden home."

"Even if you marry into the Zhennan Palace, you can tell me if there are any good or bad things, just like before."

"When will Sister Qin'er and King Zhennan have children, you must tell me, Sister Qin'er will ask someone to come to me if it is inconvenient to come back, I am usually very idle, I can go to the palace to see you."

Luo Wanqin listened to it, her eyes were red, it had been a long, long time, Rong Zhiwei hadn't said so many words to her, and the chatter was even more annoying than Yu Niang, but she didn't hate it at all.

"Don't cry, don't cry, you can't spend your makeup, I won't make it up for you... The makeup is gone, and when the king of Zhennan lifts the Xipa, he will be unhappy when he sees the ugly Sister Qin'er. ”

"No, Sister Qin'er won't be ugly even if her makeup is spent, Sister Qin'er is the first brand of the Dianxiang Pavilion where I move the capital and Qu Meiren is more beautiful, and the king of Zhennan will definitely not be unhappy, it is his blessing to marry Sister Qin'er."

She said halfway, Luo Wanqin had a smile on her face, and reluctantly held back her tears, Yu Niang said that she couldn't come, after all, she had to follow the rules of the Central Plains to follow the customs of the Central Plains, Rong Zhiwei was willing to slip into the sedan chair and tell her so much, she was very happy.

When she got out of the sedan chair, Rong Zhiwei reached out and personally helped her cover the Xipa: "Sister Qin'er, we will all be fine." ”

When the words fell, she turned over and left the sedan chair with a small light effort, right... She is also good at light work.

Sitting on the eaves of the Zhennan Wangfu, watching Luo Wanqin being carried into the mansion by the bride, the Zhennan King also stood in the mansion in a red wedding dress to pick her up.

There were no gongs and drums, and there was no banquet for half of the people in the capital to attend the wedding banquet, and there were not many royal relatives to attend.

Zhennan Wang Rongma was alone for half his life, and Luo Wanqin was too.

Actually, the two of them are happy enough, enough over there.

One worship heaven and earth, two worship the high hall spiritual seat, husband and wife worship each other, Luo Wanqin is covered with Xipa, although she can't see the expression clearly, but she can really feel her joy and happiness, and the king of Zhennan, who is holding the other end of the red satin, is also full of smiles, and there is unconcealed affection in his eyes, looking at Luo Wanqin at the end of the red satin.

In the early summer, the noon sun also felt a little dazzling, and Rong Zhiwei, who was sitting on the eaves, stretched out her hand to block the sunlight in front of her forehead, and her eyes were a little red.

A small spirit butterfly stood in her hair, flapping its wings a few times.

The king of Zhennan in the middle of the room suddenly raised his head and looked straight at where she was, and the two looked at each other, but he didn't say anything about it, just looked at each other and smiled.

King Zhennan lip-synched: "Thank you." ”

"It doesn't matter." She smiled and waved her hand, then got up and left from the eaves.

Suddenly, there was some envy.

Rong Zhiwei, who was originally going to return to the Xiangge, changed the direction halfway and went straight to the direction of the National Teacher's Mansion.

The bells and silver bracelets on the wrists and ankles still jingle with silver bracelets, but the heads are no longer embellished with silver ornaments, and the long ink-colored hair that is about to reach the waist is scattered on the shoulders, but a purple forehead is tied at random on the forehead.

Following the direction in her memory, Rong Zhiwei flew on the roofs of each house, reached out halfway to tear off her forehead, tied up her hair, and tied it in a knot at will.

She wanted to see him.

Standing on the wall of his courtyard in the National Teacher's Mansion, Rong Zhiwei fell lightly to the ground, slowed her steps as little as possible and did not even want the sound of the collision of bells and silver bracelets, and walked towards his room.

The courtyard was silent.

The closer she got to his room, the faster her heart beat faster.

Standing at the door of his room, she took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open, as if she could only hear her own heartbeat in the quiet room.

After a few steps inside, she saw the white corners of her clothes on the couch in the inner room.

It's him!

Rong Zhiwei's eyes lit up instantly.

She wanted to see him more urgently.

Without making the slightest sound, he moved to the inner room, and saw him dressed in a familiar white suit, lying quietly on the couch for a long time, with three thousand silver hair falling behind him, and a few mischievous strands hanging down from his forehead.

is as beautiful as the immortal who came into the world, maybe it is really as he said, their Rong family is really the son of destiny.

That's the person she likes.

Slowly walked up to him and leaned over.

When the two of them met for the second time in the inner courtyard of the Incense Pavilion, it was the same scene.

She was sleeping on the branch of the locust tree, and he leaned over to kiss her, but she stopped her.

Leaning over, obscuring the sunlight that shone over his head from the window, she kissed him softly on the lips.

Originally, he just wanted to kiss her lightly, but he didn't want her to touch her, so he reached out and grabbed the back of her head, and with the other hand grabbed her waist, pressing her down on top of him.

A string of bells and silver bracelets collided and tinkled off.

"Hmm..."

Then he took the initiative to deepen the kiss.

Rong Zhiwei's eyes turned red suddenly, and she burst into tears, and responded to his kiss awkwardly.

After a while, he let go of her already red and swollen lips, hugged her slender waist, Rong Zhiwei leaned on his neck and chest, felt his heartbeat, and rubbed all the tears in the corners of his eyes on his snow-white clothes.

There was silence for a few seconds, and only two people were left in the room to breathe slowly.

"Rong'er..."

"Ah Xing..."

The two spoke at the same time, Rong Zhiwei paused, Rong Xing chuckled twice, reached out and stroked her head, and leaned his head to her ear: "I finally waited for you to take the initiative once." ”

She suddenly felt very aggrieved: "It's not because you haven't come to me for three days." ”

"Why did you run out of the Dian Xiang Pavilion without changing your clothes? I'm not afraid of being bumped into and feel weird. ”

"It's not because..."

Rong Zhiwei stopped halfway through her words, her cheeks flushed.

Rong Xing answered: "Because you want to see me? ”

She said: "The people of the Central Plains are obviously very tactful, why is the national teacher so direct?" ”