[Although the flower hair can be pecked next year. But don't go to Liang empty nest and dump]

These days before getting married. Ling Yue seems to have had a rare time at ease. No need to ask for peace, no need to worry about being calculated. Every day, I just walk around the small courtyard and distract my mind.

Occasionally. The concubine will also come to see her. She accompanied her mother and talked for a while. More often than not, leaning against the window and looking out into the distance. I held the jade rabbit pendant around my neck in the palm of my hand. So many years of nourishment by qi and blood. This white jade rabbit has become a part of Ling Yue's life. A very intimate and indispensable part.

She was so happy to live such a leisurely life. can be in the midst of this. There is an indescribable discomfort. It's like you're under house arrest.

Every few days. There will be the queen's place, or the palace of Shanglisi, who will come to serve her to try on the wedding dress and measure the length.

That's it. Time passed slowly. Between the fingers of the heart. It's hard to leave any deep marks. After all, it was the day she got married.

At dusk on this day. It's getting dark. This is where the wedding etiquette begins. To put it bluntly, it's just a loud and noisy gong, a tight commotion. welcomed the princess out of the palace and into the house.

The night breeze is slightly cool. In my ears is an endless silk and bamboo team. Joy and joy are not full of auspicious good fortunes. It was sent to a very distant place by the heavenly wind layer by layer.

Red hijab, red wedding dress, red bed, red pillow, red tent, red cloud-like Lingyue...... In this night, I am clearly happy and prosperous now. Suddenly, a sense of loneliness of the past emerged.

Yes. Lonesome.

It feels out of place. It's so out of place that even she can't help but want to laugh. Smile.

But it was suppressed again. She must not lose the demeanor of a princess. Pursed his lips and sat down. Quietly waiting for the arrival of the colt whom he had never met.

She did it on purpose. Intentionally in such a unique "big day" as yourself. Restrain your emotions. Don't think about Leng Hualin; It boils down. I still can't help but think about it......

Missing is a poison that can't be cured. Memories are always flooding.

He's all right? It's been a few days since I left the palace. I didn't see him come and see himself. He is getting married today, does he know? Does he remember himself? Will you continue to watch in the direction of the Chu Imperial Palace at night that has become a habit? Waiting for her to break the feather robe......

Finally sighed shallowly. Marry and grow up, have children and grow old. This step. It's something that everyone has to go through. Isn't it? She can't reverse it. Besides, it was impossible between her and Hua Li. Blindly indulgent and struggling. In the end, it is nothing more than a delusional obsession.

There was a dull sound of footsteps. Ling Yuefu heard this. I can't help but put my heart away.

Raise your finger and lift a little red hijab slightly. Go and see quietly. I saw a big red and red to the point of seeping, bloodthirsty dress. and black gold boots. The color of redundancy is such that the heart of man comes now. Without a hint of anger.

Yan Moyu walked step by step through the long depth of the princess's mansion. Then he walked into the newlywed cave room with the princess.

There was not even a shallow, slight joy in his face that he should have. But he didn't dare to be too explicit. He was forced by the emperor's authority to suppress those depressions. It became such a funny look in front of him.

He doesn't usually like to drink alcohol. But Fang Cai still took the wine handed by the guests one by one and drank it all. Bo Bo was slightly drunk and heard someone whispering. They were all talking about him because he was so happy in his heart that he was dizzy. After all, the wife waiting in his cave room was the daughter of Emperor Chu and a pearl like jade...... But only he knows. He broke his daily habit of drinking so much wine. In fact, it is to give himself courage. After all, what a temperament that princess was. He still can't figure it out.

Other than that...... He is also venting the depression in his heart through the strength of wine.

There is an unwritten rule in the state of Chu. In order to prevent relatives from interfering in politics, the big family has no ancient intentions. But the princess Fanshang's concubine can no longer be entrusted with important official positions.

Yan Moyu was just unhappy about this. Quite very unpleasant. I didn't dare to vent this unhappiness on the princess...... Just as Ling Yue may not want to marry him. He may not want to marry such a princess with golden branches and jade leaves.

Thoughts are chaotic. Mo Yu closed his dark eyes. Looking at the princess sitting quietly in the middle of the couch through a layer of tulle, the princess in a big red embroidered gold dress. I clenched my fingers unconsciously. Hair is hard to grip fiercely. Until the palms are slightly white.

Suddenly I knew it was going to be a war. At least that's the case for him......

He held his mind steady. Walk towards the princess.

The East Chamber, even at night. Still the color light is very good. The layout around is very elaborate. It is the treatment of the subtle places in the corners, the stitches of the big red curtain flying phoenix and the phoenix, the hierarchical order of the placement of fragments and so on. It can be seen that it has put a lot of effort into it.

A bright red screen soaked in blood hangs next to the mandarin duck couch. Behind the screen is a curtain of large crystals and black and white pearls. In the red embroidered mattress of plaice and branches spread under the broken curtain. The princess sat in the center.

Ling Yue had already put down her hijab after a hurried glance. She doesn't move. Suddenly, I heard the words of the bride who was standing in a regular manner laughing and chanting: "The horse has arrived. Etiquette begins."

I don't know why. At this moment, her mind was a blank again. Blank mind. There was no such thing as anxiety or joy.

I always think about it. That night. For the first time in life. All before and after, busy. The festive atmosphere is not specially laid for brides and guests. Leng Lingyue and Yan Moyu. No one seems to care.

Mo Yu completed the etiquette according to the instructions of the bride, and there was nothing new in it. He raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful heart, it was really boring. The right arm is raised, and the left hand is held in the delicate gold silk cuffs. Take out the scale from the clear crystal plate and pick it up. Walk a few more steps sideways. The probe reached out towards Ling Yue. but did not dare to provoke.

What kind of person will your bride be? What kind of style, what kind of appearance. At this moment. What was the look on her face? Is it sad or happy?

Too much unknown and respect for the princess made Mo Yu dare not act rashly. Even the hand holding the scale began to tremble slightly.

Ling Yue only felt that something in her ears brought a gust of wind." Whew" swept past. I felt his scales close to me. Her heart is like a deer running around. A strange light suddenly appeared in his originally blank mind......

What kind of person will the pony be? His breath. The sound of his footsteps...... Ling Yue quickly relieved herself. Her senses have always been accurate. I haven't seen him yet. But at this time, she could already detect that this sixth young master of the Yan family should at least be a loyal and kind person. In this. There was a slight well-up of comfort in my heart.

Along with this comfort welled up ...... It's just Hua Ling. Nowadays. Where are you again. What are you doing again. What are you thinking?

The night breeze is steep. Blowing away candle smoke. The messy hair is slightly fragrant in this swaying of light and shadow. I don't know if it's right. The person who holds the hand together. From the beginning. Love is a death......

Auspicious times are limited. We can't afford to delay any longer. Finally. Mo Yu is horizontal. The joy scale in his hand suddenly picked up the red silk that made Ling Yue's head covered.

As the jade tortoiseshell turtles that fell on the hexagons vied with each other. Looking forward to his dark pupils. It's a princess in full makeup.

The lights are flickering. All that spreads out is the dissolved warm color of dark orange and dark orange. The disturbed delicate people are a little drowsy.

He finally saw her face. But because the house is full of lights at night. It doesn't look clearly. Solid. Vague. On the contrary, I was wrong. After a glimpse of the general outline. actually thinks that this princess and his wife are a middle-aged person.

Although he didn't realize that this princess was a face of a country and a city. But I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The heart is okay......

The next thing is to have a glass of wine. Decent. The eternal immutable routine.

This time, Mo Yu magnified his courage. The wine cup was served from the tray in the handmaid's hand. He looked at Ling Yue on the couch again...... At the same time. He suddenly realized how wrong his assumption was. And how unforgivable.

At that time, Ling Yue saw him pick up his hijab. Out of the natural shyness of the daughter's family. Her narrow eyes subconsciously didn't dare to look at him. Hazy. Homeopathic bowed his head.

When Mo Yu turned around. That's what I just saw.

It seems that this fate is the swan song of precipitation for several lifetimes. It's as if this woman is her own obsession with the unattainable on the other side thousands of years ago. It was as if he had spent five hundred years of time, and was willing to beg for a relationship with the Buddha in front of her that would not be completed after hundreds of years...... Leaving the people. Leaving the people. Returning, and finally perfect.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head. Her narrow eyes, her delicate eyebrows, and her delicate face...... He couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, the candle flame is burning. The flame of the candle suddenly rose high. A knot was tied with a "crack" in the air. Caught off guard. Startled the idle and shy Ling Yue......

"And then." Shu'er's interesting jade fingers support the cheeks. The wonderful eyes flowed on the face of Shangguan Jingfeng, who seemed to be caught in the memories of his previous life. This story fits well with some of the imprints in her heart. I saw that he had not spoken for a long time. She couldn't wait.

Brought back to his senses by this soft call. Jingfeng Shicai has some hindsight for his own unconscious substitution, and those inexplicable attachments. The pictures that come to mind that are very vivid because of the statement. At this moment, it dissipated again. The boundary between dream and reality is blurred. This feeling is very refreshing.

Jingfeng stared at Shu'er and smiled: "And then ah......"