The molten gold-like yang leaked into this warm pavilion, and the half of the jade lotus that was exposed between his sleeves was also covered with a warm color, and when his eyes met, Shen Zhihe's two bent eyes collided into the person's eyes full of smiles:

"The courtiers ask the fourth prince to be safe."

She flapped her eyelashes, paused, and bowed, the first two words biting a thin sound.

Wei Jingqi was still smiling, and he didn't glance at the peach blossom eyes, only lingering wantonly on her fairy-like face when she lowered her eyes.

In the middle of the sound, Wei Jingqi walked to the pear wood chair in the warm pavilion and sat down, and put down the jade fan in his hand: "Between you and me, why be polite." ”

"The courtiers have become wives, so it's better for the prince to avoid them."

The clouds are not clear, the willow is like smoke, Shen Zhihe stood up, and his eyes seemed to narrate the Spring Dynasty of all things, and the peach color of one in a million was just its embellishment.

"This is Prime Minister Shen's Mansion, what are you afraid of?" Wei Jingqi outlined her eyebrows, opened her mouth warmly, and smiled, "Sit down." ”

Shen Zhihe clenched the handkerchief in his hand, and his slender white fingertips were the newly dyed Impatiens Koudan, scraping the satin embroidered surface one by one, she sat down on the side chair, and pulled the hem of her skirt, revealing alienation:

"My grandmother is sick, and it is also a pretense between you and your father?"

The light leaked on the ground through the pane was a few spots of light, Wei Jingqi carefully glanced at her plain white face, shook his head, and said softly: "It's true that Mrs. Shen is sick, and it's true that the prime minister wants to see you." ”

After brewing in his throat for a long time, he added: "As for me, it's just a stain." ”

"Prince, avoid."

Shen Zhihe hung his head, staring only at his delicately embroidered skirt, and his eyebrows were bent just right.

The smile on the corner of Wei Jingqi's mouth faded, and the inside of his eyelids seemed to be stuffed with a handful of fine sand, and he dried tightly: "It's me who has exceeded the rules." ”

Qingming was stirred for a long time in front of her, Shen Zhihe put his hands on his knees, his eyes were like a spring, cutting off the source of living water, she stared at her eyebrows, and her back was straight:

"The first day of next month will be your wedding day, the prince is very happy."

Boshan Golden Furnace Rui's brain was exhausted, Wei Jingqi's hand was on the handle of the pear wood chair, his fingertips were covered on it, circled, and he stroked carelessly, but the whisper in this warm pavilion shocked people's hearts.

He raised his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to suppress mockery: "My big wedding should have been done two years ago." ”

Shen Zhihe lifted his eyes, and gave a sentence to the noble girl in the high-ranking Qihu, always inheriting the elegant pulse, her throat seemed to be golden, and finally had to sigh, unloading the state that she had been holding:

"I was too angry back then."

"I never thought to blame you, Crane." Wei Jingqi's eyes were shining, and there were thousands of meanings in his divine sea, "Marrying anyone is marrying, isn't it?" ”

Shen Zhihe rarely contained two points of guilt, like a jar of hibiscus in Shaochun, pinning on the ten thousand kneading and breeze, with a trace of helplessness.

"But why do you always have to be angry with him?"

The golden crow rose and swallowed up the mountains of Yulian, Wei Jingqi opened the jade fan, shook it gently, and smelled her incense greedily, only to feel calm in his heart:

"I'm just stating the facts with Meng Shaoqing."

It's always like this, Wei Jingqi always smiles with such a warm face, and makes Shen Zhihe speechless.

She couldn't refute it.

"You're in good shape, but you're really in good shape?" Wei Jingqi looked between her eyebrows, and then drooped to her abdomen, and then looked away for a moment, opened his lips, and fell word by word, even the pen can be sung.

Shen Zhihe's eyes flashed, he raised his handkerchief to cover his lips, and the light fell into half light and half obscurity, and the floating light danced on his face: "There is no big problem." ”

“…… You're really not going to talk to me? Wei Jingqi sighed slightly, with a little connivance and helplessness, "Or do you think that even I know something, he won't be able to find out?" ”

Shen Zhihe bit her lip, Wei Jingqi was always able to penetrate her in just a few words.

On the city wall that year, the girl ran out of the mansion at night, and her fragility and despair were witnessed by the jade-like young man in front of her.

But judging from Meng Jinghuai's performance on the day of Mrs. Meng's birthday family banquet, what Wei Jingqi said to him was just a fabrication.

"Ahe, what exactly do you want to do?" Wei Jingqi was like a light wind and a moon, and it was a reproach.

Shen Zhihe opened his voice and lowered his head a little: "I ......"

The door of the warm pavilion was pushed open, and Shen Zhihe's second half of the sentence was swallowed alive, and the two of them looked at each other, and at the same time, the person who came was carrying the light, and his body seemed to be coated with golden light, dazzling but not scorching.

He waved his sleeves, buttoned the door with his backhand, his fox eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened coldly:

"The minister also wants to know what she wants to do."

Shen Zhihe's face turned pale, his body swayed slightly, he stiffly stood up from the chair, and immediately knelt down in front of the man, staring only at his black boots:

“…… Father. ”