"Little Thirteen, is this what you intended?" Qian Mu said lightly, and his voice was a little unreal in the night.

Cheng Yingyu walked to the window, through a screen as thin as a cicada's wings, but she couldn't see the expression of the man a foot away from the window, was there frost in the jade's pupils, and her good-looking eyebrows frowned.

"Sir." Cheng Ying stabilized her mind and said in a resolute tone, "It's been seven years, I'm not the little thirteen of the year, and you're not the gentleman of the year, it's over." ”

What you missed is not wrong, but it is over, what about the choice again, in the wrong time, and your fate is on track.

"Little Thirteen, when you were asked to use lilac lavender, in addition to summoning the blue bird, there is another meaning...... Do you know what the flower language of cloves is? Qian Mu lowered his eyes, wore the court wind and sleeves, and blew his purple shirt gloomy.

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, the blue bird did not pass on the message from the clouds, the lilacs were empty and sad in the rain, and the flower language, she never thought of that.

"Wait, Affection."

Qian Mu's voice was light and desolate, floating from outside the snow-white screen paper, Cheng Ying's pupils shrank, as if he still saw the young man of the year, with a bamboo shoot-like head and a clean voice, which could never be touched.

When we first met, she was five years old and he was sixteen. She was twelve years old and he was twenty-three years old when she parted, and he told her, please wait, wait—

Affection.

Cheng Yingwei trembled and stretched out her hand to touch the silhouette reflected in the screen window, just like the thin screen back then, separating the end of the world, she fantasized about the gentleman countless times, the gentleman who grew up with her, and the gentleman who brought her to the world.

"I'm sorry, little thirteen stupid...... I never thought about the flower language of cloves, and thought it was just ...... I'm sorry......" Although Cheng Yingyu will no longer shed tears since Xiao Yi left, her eyes are hot at the moment.

"I heard you changed into a thistle lavender." Qian Mu smiled bitterly, "The flower language of the thistle is...... Beloved. Sir, I guessed correctly, Xiao Thirteen deliberately revealed this letter. ”

"Yes, dear." Cheng Yingbu covered his breathless chest, although it hurt, he was still categorical, "Sir, it is the gentleman that Xiao Thirteen never wants to lose, please don't kill him with your own hands, Qian Mu." ”

After a pause, Cheng Ying was resolute, word by word: "This is Xiao Thirteen's answer." ”

Qian Mu's smile froze sharply, his head drooped, he had been stumbling for half his life, and he was thirty years old, and he couldn't muster the strength to deal with this answer.

Separated by a snow-white screen, it seems that you and I were separated by the screen, but unfortunately, the people on both sides are not the state of mind of the year, and what cannot be returned is not only time, but also the youthfulness, youth, and first throbbing in time.

After a long time, Qian Mu raised his eyes again, his fingertips were dipped in the clay in the altar frame next to him, and he began to sketch something on the screen paper, and the candle flame in the room reflected the black silhouette on the paper, strange and familiar.

"What are you doing, sir?" From Cheng Ying's point of view, the black dot is a fingertip, wandering on the paper.

Qian Mu put down his fingertips and said lightly: "It was like this back then, all you can see is your silhouette, year after year, year after year." Little Thirteen thinks that only you are behind the fantasy screen? ”

Taking a deep breath, Qian Mu looked at the person drawn on the window paper, and smiled wistfully: "If I can renew the lilac covenant, I Qian Mu will be alone in my life, and I will have no regrets. ”

Cheng Ying stared at the window paper and didn't speak. She said everything she said, and she did everything she wanted, and she also had no regrets, which was enough.

The slight sound of rustling, it was the man in purple who went away, and finally squeaked, the garden door closed, Cheng Yingyu waited for a while, and came out in his clothes, he was curious about the painting on the window paper.

The evening breeze in the garden made her shudder, and she was stunned when she saw the silhouette of the mud on the window paper.

To be honest, it's not like hers, but there is a strange feeling, even if it's not like it, everyone who sees it can still think of her first, it is estimated that it is something in the bones, so that even if the facial features are deviated, it can still be recognized, and the painting is Cheng Yingyi.

Cheng Yingyu when he was a child, through that screen, the Cheng Yinghe that the young man thought about.

- Are you the only one behind the screen? No, and me. Seven years, seven years without seeing your eyebrows, but I see you.

Cheng Ying was stunned, and in another corner of the courtyard, Qin Nanxiang was also stunned, she witnessed the whole process, and her little face was stiff in the autumn evening.

"If it's a girl, you and the head of the family...... Can the slave still stay here? will be coldly imprisoned or even abandoned, will the Cao family let the slaves go when the time comes...... Girl, don't forget, you and the slave agreed on the ......"

Qin Nanxiang's Kodan pierced his palm with his fingers.

Gardenia's flower language is a promise, a beautiful, ordinary, but can kill people.

The head of the Qian family, Qian Mu, set up a wife and was openly selected. The holy purpose is to sprinkle the south and north of the river with the morning sun the next day.

Needless to say, the turmoil caused by the inside, anyway, from that moment on, from the Qinhuai River in Qiantang West Lake to the stinky ditch of Wuzhen River, they were all boiling, and the women in the south of the Yangtze River were gearing up, just waiting to win the championship and enter the Qian Mansion.

A city event, some people look at the wind and snow and the moon beauty, and some people look at the chess game on the power game Vanity Fair, although it is an open selection, but the threshold is extremely high, and there are probably only famous daughters left who can go to the end, so the Cao family and the Yang family have become popular, and there are even bets in the wine shop, Wu Yue Baiyin is in a hurry.

And the Qian family in the center of the limelight was busy. There are only ten days, and the stage is set to decorate the splendor, and the saint and the queen will come in person, and they will give the name of marriage by the imperial decree, and they will not give face to the imperial palace if they are not grand and prosperous.

In short, Jiangnan is so lively that even the cold autumn is covered with heat, and the eyes of the whole world and the cars and horses of the surrounding states and counties are all crowded into the city with white walls and black tiles, and the tariffs for staying in the hotels are rising.

Cheng Yingyu felt that it had little to do with her, except for preparing congratulatory gifts, she hadn't even seen the shadow of the money curtain since that night, and she heard that the head of the family was busy, so it was estimated that she could only drink the wedding wine directly after ten days.

On this day, Cheng Yingyu sat in the soft spring carriage, looked at the crowded people on the opposite side, and raised his eyebrows: "I should have told Mrs. Nan that I went to Lingyin Temple by myself, why did I follow a stack?" ”

"I was planning to go. Just take a carriage and talk on the road. Zhao Xiche raised his hand first, and Rong Wei next to him lowered his head, did not speak, and picked his nails.

Cheng Ying wiped her sweat, the people in the car were indeed a little crowded, even if it was October, it was hot.

"There are plans to go down, too. Sister of the Su family happens to be on the same road, isn't it good to be a companion? Zhao Xiyan was squeezed around, and maintained a modest smile.

Cheng Yingyu nodded, and looked at the woman next to her: "Aunt Chi Chun, how did you come?" Don't you have to serve the queen? Is there a break in the palace? ”

"Lingyin Temple marriage spirit. Slaves and maids naturally seek marriage. Chi Chun deserved to be refreshed, and his eyes slipped between Zhao Xiche and Rong Wei, "Of course, the queen has an order, and by the way, she will also keep an eye on it." ”

"Yes, ask for marriage. Uncle, Ah Wei and I are about to have a good day, so we went to ask for a sign to say goodbye. Su Qian and Qian Wei sweated and laughed.

Cheng Ying looked at the car full of seven people, all of them were like butts taking root, and even if they were squeezed, they had to squeeze a bunch of them.

"Anyway, aren't you just here to rub my car?" Cheng Ying shook her head, crying and laughing.

Because of the grand event of establishing a wife, the flow of people in the city has increased more than three times, the local people go out to see the lively, the people from other places come to see the lively, the road is blocked by cars and horses, and it is said that the mountain gate of the Lingyin Temple into the temple, the cars and horses of the field have to line up for two hours before they can enter.

The only exception is Cheng Yingyu's carriage, not to mention that it is blocked, and those on the road will automatically let it go when they see it.

The reason is naturally the money curtain. When Qin Nanxiang arranged a car trip for Cheng Yingyu, Qian Mu lent his carriage to Cheng Yingmu and asked her to sit there.

And when Cheng Yingyu got into this special carriage, the five people who got the news from nowhere all rushed in, each with thick skin.