"Silly son, if you marry, the emperor can marry!" Sister Hong shouted at Zixu next to her, and her joy was beyond words.

Zixu put down his worries, kissed the girl on the lips, and said with a smile: "I don't care, anyway, my daughter-in-law is mine!" ”

"You two are not ashamed, although I am the only one here, but do you know how many people are staring at this dark place? I want to kiss back and kiss! ”

"Yes!" Zixu pulled the worry-free and ran up.

After running a long way, he remembered: "Daughter-in-law, where is your bedroom?!" ”

Carefree was pulled and ran out of breath, and said intermittently: "I, we, ran over." ”

Zixu was so happy just now that he noticed that the girl was still panting.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm sorry." He leaned down and said, "Come, I'll carry you." ”

The gentle evening breeze was blowing slowly, and on the long palace road, the man carried the girl on his back and walked slowly. The full moon hung high, sprinkling the clear light all over the ground, stretching the shadows of the two for a long time.

And Sister Hong, who was standing in the shadows, looked at the figures of the two, gradually drifted away, and walked towards her palace alone.

In the evening, she had already seen it, it was still the palace where she was the queen, and it was still the original furnishings.

It's just that there are no more stories about her and him there.

He has a country and a clan, and there are Li people in the world, so she can only account for a small part.

However, even a small part of it was up for grabs.

Sister Hong was still wearing a red dress, and she did not change back into her queen's clothes, let alone the queen mother's clothes.

Because she knew that those were never hers.

Only this blood-red was the color she wore when she first saw him, and the color she wore when she saw him for the last time.

That belongs to her.

She took off her red coat, revealing her red undergarment, and lay down in a soft brocade quilt.

The pale cyan gauze tent is embroidered with pink peach blossoms.

That year, when she first met him, it was under a peach tree.

"Ahh

She, falling from a height.

He, caught her.

"Girl, this place is surrounded, how did you get in?" He asked.

"Oh, I fell from a tree!" She was stupid.

"Then didn't I have the pleasure of holding the fairy?" He smiled beautifully.

"I'm not a fairy, my name is Chen Jiang."

"Tsuki?" He looked puzzled.

At that time, she explained solemnly: "Well, Jiang, the original meaning is red, in "Shuowen" it is 'big red also', and "Interpretation" has clouds 'work is also rare to color, and color is work', red is difficult to dye, and there is also grass, which can be used as a dye." ”

"You, that's funny." The smile on his face deepened a little.

A gust of wind blew, and the petals fluttered like rain, and she looked at that face and lost her mind.

Later, she never came back to her senses and threw herself into it.

"Ah Jiang, it's so good, you are finally my queen." He was dressed in a wedding dress and held her hand.

"Well, that's nice." She thought it would be nice to meet him in this strange world, which had nothing to do with the history she had learned.

Soon, she had his child.

"Ziqing, hurry, it's moving again."

He hurriedly leaned on her stomach to listen, and then smiled and said, "Well, my son is so powerful." ”

"How do you know it's a son? Maybe it's a daughter! ”

He said: "Whether it's a daughter, there will be a son sooner or later anyway." ”

The night breeze at that time was as soft as tonight, and it warmed her heart.

However, when she gave birth, he married the prime minister's daughter as a concubine.